Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
"Be chilly, Doc."
Note-as i moved a couple of weeks ago i found this handwritten note my dad had scribbled on a yellowed sheet of army stationery. thought i'd share.
"Birds on station. better get ready Doc, they'll be here in about oh five mikes."
Going home.Yeah. I made it. Knew they couldn't get me.
People calling, "Be cool, doc."
"Take it easy, man."
I sling my ruck and shoot them the old peace sign. Got to get to the LZ. Don't want to miss my bird. At the LZ Mike and Bill are waiting for me.
Bill asks, "How's it feel? You know, going home and all."
"Kind of strange. Like I really want to go but I hate leaving everyone behind. I don't know. It's just not right man."
I hear the bird coming. Smoke out. Purple. Good enough. Come on man get me out of this place.Running to the bird.I'm so excited I can't climb on. Mike gives me a boost.
He smiles and yells, "Be chilly, Doc, see you back in the world."
On impulse I give him my boonie hat. He squeezes my arm and smiles again.
"Take care, man, take care."
He backs off;as the bird lifts I can still see him smiling. Mike. God be with you man. Airborne. No more rain and leeches. Flying over mountains I think of how beautiful this country is from up in the air. It's just when you get up close it starts to get bad. That's the only way to see Viet-Nam. From a thousand miles up. Flying over rice paddies. Getting close to Camp Evans. Maybe I should do something symbolic. Throw something out, a little of me left in Viet-Nam. I can't think of anything to throw out. Guess I already left behind everything I'm going to.
What the hell, I'm going home. For me it's all over anyhow.
i miss him all the time.
"Birds on station. better get ready Doc, they'll be here in about oh five mikes."
Going home.Yeah. I made it. Knew they couldn't get me.
People calling, "Be cool, doc."
"Take it easy, man."
I sling my ruck and shoot them the old peace sign. Got to get to the LZ. Don't want to miss my bird. At the LZ Mike and Bill are waiting for me.
Bill asks, "How's it feel? You know, going home and all."
"Kind of strange. Like I really want to go but I hate leaving everyone behind. I don't know. It's just not right man."
I hear the bird coming. Smoke out. Purple. Good enough. Come on man get me out of this place.Running to the bird.I'm so excited I can't climb on. Mike gives me a boost.
He smiles and yells, "Be chilly, Doc, see you back in the world."
On impulse I give him my boonie hat. He squeezes my arm and smiles again.
"Take care, man, take care."
He backs off;as the bird lifts I can still see him smiling. Mike. God be with you man. Airborne. No more rain and leeches. Flying over mountains I think of how beautiful this country is from up in the air. It's just when you get up close it starts to get bad. That's the only way to see Viet-Nam. From a thousand miles up. Flying over rice paddies. Getting close to Camp Evans. Maybe I should do something symbolic. Throw something out, a little of me left in Viet-Nam. I can't think of anything to throw out. Guess I already left behind everything I'm going to.
What the hell, I'm going home. For me it's all over anyhow.
i miss him all the time.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
trojan
Xerxes dispatches his monsters from half the world away. They're clumsy beasts, and the piled Persian dead are slippery.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
my new favorite album and fighting an onslaught of baby batter
for some reason i think this ad i am doing is hilarious. go figure.also...
...the new department of eagles album, in ear park, is fantastic. upon repeated listens, i promise it will become a favorite of yours also.Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
the phillies won!
guess what?
i don't care.
baseball is fucking stupid and boring.
ugh.
now i have to watch every english language butchering retard in south philly on the news for at least 2 more weeks.
people seem to love baseball.
i don't.
go figure.
i don't care.
baseball is fucking stupid and boring.
ugh.
now i have to watch every english language butchering retard in south philly on the news for at least 2 more weeks.
people seem to love baseball.
i don't.
go figure.
Carnivorous prehistoric birds for every American!
so, i just finished watching the debate, and, well, eh.
of course the debate featured thunder-thighed billionaire endorsed chocolate love god barack"trunk junk enthusiast" obama...
and dark lord of the sith, john "emperor" mccain. seriously, i am no star wars geek or anything, but the more i look at this guy and his sly creepy grins when obama is speaking, the more i begin to convince myself that at any second this dust-farting scrotum-visaged maverick will jump up and shoot fucking lightning bolts out of his fingertips at barack, all while wailing a maniacal cackle.
politics is boring. these guys have ads that portray each other as baby-with-cancer-rapists and all they can do is smirk when the other guy is speaking and almost blow each other at the end of the debate. michelle obabma, though, she is pretty attractive,though, in a weird way. i may vote for obama simply because of his appreciation of a zaftig woman. cindy or sally or whatever her name is mccain looks like a scarecrow prostitute who came into some money. ain't gonna polish that straw-stuffed turd, honey.
anyway, my favorite part of the debate was when droopy's biological father, bob schaeffer, said, "every presidential canidate since nixon has proposed lowering our dependence on foreign fuel. well, in nixon's time, our fuel as a nation provided from foreign nations was 17-24%, and as of today, it is 60%. could you give me a concrete number, a number you believe we could actually achieve?"
oh snap, son.
of course neither of these meat puppets could do so, mccain was talking about pipelines and science and obama just flapped his lips and the same old bullshit spilled through.
which brings me to my point, pterodactyls.
i have been saying this for years. if presidential canidates are going to make audacious claims like giving billions to ease the AIDs crisis in africa or curing autism or reversing the retardation of the youth of america or making health care affordable or pulling out of iraq or whatever, i say pepper something in there that would get people excited about. like, perhaps, "With monies freed up from our incredibly ludicrous, unproductive space program, i will develop research focused on one thing-putting a pterodactyl egg in every american's hands by 2014."
this way, while we may never solve the health care crisis or make american children less fat or smarter, there would be the outside hope of a package arriving on your doorstep one day. a package with a pterodactyl egg in it.
you could do as you please with it. eat it, raise it, sell it.
think of the jobs it would create.
pterodactyl clean up crews, specialty pterodactyl customization shops, enormous omelettes for homeless people, the opportunities are endless.
while we are at it, i have said this a million times before, also. i wish arnold schwarzenegger could run for president. i would vote for him even if he ran on the slingshotting-puppies-into-industrial fans ticket.
why?
imagine arnold going to a peace talk with kim jong il, ripped to pieces, shirtless, carrying a bloodied battle sword and wearing a necklace made from the heads of insurgents.
bam, problem solved.
now imagine if he arrived to this meeting on a fucking pterodactyl.
or, you know, i'll just vote for obama and just go pterodactyl-less for four more years.
of course the debate featured thunder-thighed billionaire endorsed chocolate love god barack"trunk junk enthusiast" obama...
and dark lord of the sith, john "emperor" mccain. seriously, i am no star wars geek or anything, but the more i look at this guy and his sly creepy grins when obama is speaking, the more i begin to convince myself that at any second this dust-farting scrotum-visaged maverick will jump up and shoot fucking lightning bolts out of his fingertips at barack, all while wailing a maniacal cackle.
politics is boring. these guys have ads that portray each other as baby-with-cancer-rapists and all they can do is smirk when the other guy is speaking and almost blow each other at the end of the debate. michelle obabma, though, she is pretty attractive,though, in a weird way. i may vote for obama simply because of his appreciation of a zaftig woman. cindy or sally or whatever her name is mccain looks like a scarecrow prostitute who came into some money. ain't gonna polish that straw-stuffed turd, honey.
anyway, my favorite part of the debate was when droopy's biological father, bob schaeffer, said, "every presidential canidate since nixon has proposed lowering our dependence on foreign fuel. well, in nixon's time, our fuel as a nation provided from foreign nations was 17-24%, and as of today, it is 60%. could you give me a concrete number, a number you believe we could actually achieve?"oh snap, son.
of course neither of these meat puppets could do so, mccain was talking about pipelines and science and obama just flapped his lips and the same old bullshit spilled through.
which brings me to my point, pterodactyls.
i have been saying this for years. if presidential canidates are going to make audacious claims like giving billions to ease the AIDs crisis in africa or curing autism or reversing the retardation of the youth of america or making health care affordable or pulling out of iraq or whatever, i say pepper something in there that would get people excited about. like, perhaps, "With monies freed up from our incredibly ludicrous, unproductive space program, i will develop research focused on one thing-putting a pterodactyl egg in every american's hands by 2014."this way, while we may never solve the health care crisis or make american children less fat or smarter, there would be the outside hope of a package arriving on your doorstep one day. a package with a pterodactyl egg in it.
you could do as you please with it. eat it, raise it, sell it.
think of the jobs it would create.
pterodactyl clean up crews, specialty pterodactyl customization shops, enormous omelettes for homeless people, the opportunities are endless.
while we are at it, i have said this a million times before, also. i wish arnold schwarzenegger could run for president. i would vote for him even if he ran on the slingshotting-puppies-into-industrial fans ticket.
why?
imagine arnold going to a peace talk with kim jong il, ripped to pieces, shirtless, carrying a bloodied battle sword and wearing a necklace made from the heads of insurgents.
bam, problem solved.
now imagine if he arrived to this meeting on a fucking pterodactyl.
or, you know, i'll just vote for obama and just go pterodactyl-less for four more years.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
oh, and i am totally addicted to these now.
listen, i'm not being a dick, this stuff just fucking fascinates me.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
good news
not only will i be designing an ad for my restaurant that will be in the metro, but i am moving into a house with my lovely girlfriend.
word.
word.
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