Room A Go Go

I only have a minute to upadate, I have to get up at 1 or so to finish painting. the room is coming along nicely. I will have and post before and after pics up soon. Jon did a great job helping out. Ok he did most of the work, painting and what not, but I stripped the wallpaper. Jon also replaced all the wall outlets and light switch. I dont touch electric stuff. Probably because I've shoched the hell out of myself a couple of times pulling plugs out. I was a kid. Jon uses the one usefull bit of advice my dad ever gave.

When dealing with wires that could be potentionaly live, you should always touch them with the back of your hand first. That way if they are live, your hand won't constrict and grab onto them.

Other than finishing up painting, a few spots need touching up the laminant floor has to be installed. Jon says hes coming back wendsday to finish. I am a little dissapointed, I hoped everything would be finished up today when I got home from work. I have found much joy in my returning creativeness. It has been much missed, since I drowned it out with drinking. After this project is finished, I have three more in the works.

A Little Harsh

I think I may have been a little over critical on my father and the actions that took place during his a mugging and car theft. I have been mulling over that days events in my head since it happened. I think I am more upset at the fact that his drinking has caused unwelcome drama into my life. My angxiety has increased ten fold since the event. Its almost as if I am experiencing the feeling of being...What's the word...Violated... that he went through. The events keep replaying in my mind, causing me a lot of distress. I feel stupid, inferior, almost victimized. When nothing happened to me at all. Its just like those stupid things that happened to me when I was a kid, that keep replaying in my head. I keep thinking, and I know this is stupid, like the cops and the perpetrator are all making fun of me and my family, and theirs nothing I can do to shut them up.

After rereading my previous post, I think that's why it has such a angry tone in it. So who cares if my father is a coward? Why should I have lost respect for him over it? I think my answer lies in my own insecurities. I often fantasize (quite frequently) previous to what happened to my dad that I am being shot or attached, and I manage to fight of the assailant and save the day, and bring justice to the world. Ya I got delusions of granjure, among other personality disorders. Still, hes my father and I feel I should babble to look up to him being strong. Stupid TV and movies putting such novel ideas in my head. Instead I'm let down by what I perceive as his weakness'. Strength as it turns out, is a quality I highly admire, and look for it in people all around me. This reminds me of the time I was working with Alex and this old creepy guy was saying crude sexual things to her. I ignored his remarks, but they made Alex cry. I perceived this as a sign of weakness' in Alex and forever changed my opinion of her. This also brings up the question of what strength means to me? I perceive strength as not brutish force, but mental stability. let me explain what I mean by this. Never mind I tried to write it out but it didn't sound right, its one of those things I would have to explain in person. I guess I could boil it down to being a Vulcan. Logical, yet still human......if that makes sense. I'm not saying I hold up to my own standards, but I do a good job of masking my own emotions. This coming from the guy who feels like someone is going to punch me in the back of the head at any moment for no reason what so ever. This probably makes me seem like some kind of superiority complex jerk. Thats far from the truth ( My brother Andrews the one with that problem), althought I look for that quality I don't hold it to a standard that make or breaks a friendship.

Moving off that topic I will talk about why I was so reluctant to help my father out. It wasn't just because he was drunk, I think it stems deeper then that. It goes back to about two years ago, when our house was robbed. All my crap was stolen, mainly my entertainment center DVDs Videogames, and what not. It all added up to over 2K. I was pissed by my fathers lack of willingness to help rectify the situation. Instead of calling the insurance company right away and changing the locks to our door, he decided to go the bar and get drunk. When he came home from the bar, I was like what the Fuck. He was drunk, but still he said, what do I care, it was all your shit that got stolen, not mine. this event coupled with his other drunken tyraids, led me to feel that he deserved what happened to him. I don't believe this, because no one should be made to fear walking around in their own neighbor hood, not even drunken people.

The toll of the attach on my da is more then I expected. He hasn't come out of the basement to go out and drink, he even passed on his big Tuesday night trivia game. Very rare. He really hasn't spoken to me and my mother. Maybe its because I've taken up calling him Mr. Poopie pants. He still hasn't taken a shower. Maybe he's upset with his own victimize. who knows the guy doesn't express any feelings, besides anger, when he's sober. Growing up with him, when he was sober, was like living with a robot. I prefer automaton

If you read my previous blog about his attach, you may have gotten the impression that my father comes off as a racist. This isn't true, at least when he's sober, he's just been the victim of several crimes that involved African Americans. He also grew up in a tough neighborhood where, according to him, he got threatened a lot by black people for being white.

one last thing, heres a new update to what his attacher looked like http://www.davechapelle.com/ He actualy printed up a picture of him and is going to give it to the police scetch artist.

MY Dad Gets Rolled

Warning! The proceeding contains racial epitaphs and predacious remarks. Such remarks are not to be misconstrued as my own beliefs.

Yesterday night, or should I say early morning, was shaping up to be a rather uneventful. I was continuing the monotonous task of wallpaper removal , wile down loading and listening too the audio bites from http://ilovebees.com/humptydumpty.html. I don't know about playing the game associated with ilovebees.com, but the story has me intrigued. I was interrupted by the door bell ringing at about 1:20AM. It wasn't a frantic ring, but more of a continuous pushing of the button. Oh great, I thought to myself, my father is too drunk to get his key in the door again. I was half tempted to just let the damn bell keep ringing. When I opened the door I found my father leaning up against the door frame all disheveled. I immediately noticed the large abrasion to the left side of his head and he seemed to be rather frantic. He immediately said "call the police, a nigger just robbed me!" I immediately disregarded this comment. You see, Just last week my father cut up his knuckles, and when I asked him how he did it, he said niggers attached him in his bed. In that case it turned out he had punched or fallen into a family portrait ( the verdict is still out on that one) breaking the glass with his fist. Not to mention the time he came home and said niggers were chasing him and he grabbed his samurai sword to go out side and fight them. My pops is also known to have accidents, like falling down, when he's drunk out of his mind and walking home. One time he fell in the river by my house, loseing his glasses and a cartain of smokes. This is almost like the boy who cried wolf. Would you take him seriously?

It wasn't until he stepped in side, that I began to wonder if their was some merritt to his story. He was all lurched over and walking funny. He then became more irate and yelling "call the fucking cops!" I could tell something was wrong, but still not believing his story, I thought I better wake up my mother for this one. When I returned to the living room with my mom, we found my dad incoherent and yelling. Efforts to clam him down were in vain. I kept asking him to sit down, and calm down. Instead he kept repeating "he stole my wallet, I think he stole my car!" His story wasn't making any sense. How could he steel the car if he left it at the bar? Still not quite sure to make of the situation, I decide to try to inspect my father for more wounds, After all he was all contorted looking. Who knows maybe he was stabbed and didn't know it. He was completely shit faced. After checking his front, I noticed he kept trying to hide his back side from me. It turns out that my father had soiled himself. Not urine, the other stuff. Ah my god what happened? He said " I shit myself when I was attached!" Never a dull moment around here. We quickly threw a towel and some newspaper down on a chair so he could sit. My mother then decided it was a good time to call 911. I suggested my dad change his pants first, but my dad was so drunk, and probably hopped up on adrenaline, he didn't care.

While my mom was on the phone with the 911 dispatcher, my dad was still raving about how the guy stole his car. I decide I would put his mind and mine to rest on this matter by driving over to the bar to see if it was still their. On my way to the bar I took notice to the 5+ squad cars circling the neighborhood, one even followed me for awhile. I took a quick pass through the bar parking lot and sure enough my dads car wasn't their. I immediately thought, if he got robbed by our house, how the hell did his assailant know where he parked his car?

upon my arrival home, their were three officers in our house, asking my dad questions. I happened to know two of the cops, so it made the situation uncomfortable for me. Why can't bad shit happen to us when our house is clean? How embarrassing, my dad is sitting there, in his own waste. Steve, one of the cops, I know came up and said "Francis I need you to find your dads insurance card." All I could say was "I have no idea where it is, or where it might be." He then asked "do you know the license plate number?" Nope. I think the Cops were surprised to find my mother and I's demeanor of not finding the situation to be critical, and the complete lack of information we had on the car. As it turns out, all the info on the car, was in the car. The cops, who knew me, in my opinion, seemed to be putting on a show like acting all tough and saying were going to try to catch this guy, and acting all TV cop like. Maybe TV has portrayed cops accurately.

I would also like to give the cops a lot of credit, on how they handled dealing with my dad. Pumping him for info was also in vane ion their part.

Cop: what did the guy look like?

Dad: He was wearing a jacket

Cop: can you describe him?

Dad: He was a 6 foot nigger, I'm not racist, but he was a nigger, that's why I was talking to him, to prove I wasn't racist.

Cop: where did this happen?

Dad: when I was walking home.

So we know he was an approximate 6 foot African American Male wearing a jacket(He shouldn't be to hard to find, because hes running around half naked). Ya that's a lot to go on. Let me guess, he had pants and shoes on too. What kind of a description is that? The only useful bit of info he could spit out was, He looked like a young Bill Cosby. Tell me, do you think a bunch of 28 year old cops know what a young cosby looks like?

Full well knowing I wouldn't be able to find anything, I ventured down to the dungeon to sort through my dad's piles of mail. This effort was also in vane, since there is no rhyme or reason to his organization, or lack their of. I did happen to stumble across a bottle of Gordons Dry Gin he was hiding in his dresser. I returned upstairs to inform the cops of the bad news, and found my mother talking to the car insurance company. It turns out the insurance company, isn't aloud to give out you own information to you over the phone. The only thing they can due is verify a vin number. Even when the cop got on the phone they wouldn't tell him either, even though your reporting your own car stolen. I don't know what's up with that policy. This angered the officer, so he hung up the phone before my mom could finish reporting the car stolen. HP's Finest at work.

The Cops then asked my dad if he would come down to the station, and fill out a report with them. He agreed, But I hardly see the purpose in having him fill out a report, when he can barely talk without slurring his words. After a quick change of his pants, My dad told the cops he was so scared the guy was going to slit his throat, he shit himself, they were off. While my dad was at the station my mother and I set about looking for credit card bills, so they could be cancelled before they were used. Let me point out that my old man has some serious interest rates on these thing, most were 24%. First up was Discover, I had to explain to my mother that she too had a card with them. My dad, in his wisdom opened several credit accounts in her name, without telling her. This came as a surprise to her.

Upon my dads return home, he immediately came in ranting. About how hes been robed 3 times and all by niggers. Once when he got out of the army, one put a gun to his head, the second time in NewYork City, and now this. He said he was going to get a gun and start shooting them. Of course this isn't meant to be taken seriously, because he was still drunk out of his mind. I told my dad even if he had a gun he wouldn't be able to see what he was shooting at because he was so drunk and would probably hit some kid. He replied "I can see the difference between black and white. I said "Yes, but bullets can't." I thought that was a rather clever remark.

After my dad sobered up today I was able to get the full story. After drinking for some 8 hours, my dad decided to leave the bar. While he was walking home he was approached by a 6 ft burly black man when he was crossing the bridge over Catalina. I think its safe to assume that this was purely a crime of opportunity. The man could easily sive up my fathers state of being, and he was an easy target. Skinny, old and three sheets to the wind. The Man began walking along with my father, striking up a casual conversation. He asked my dad why he was waking? My dad replied that he was too drunk to drive. The man asked where he was coming from, and my dad told him the local bar. The man then asked what kind of car he drove, so my dad told a Mercury Grand Marquis. The man kept talking to my father, until they got to a dark courtyard, where he caught my dad off guard (not hard to do), nocked him to the ground, went through his pockets, stole his wallet and car keys and then made a mad dash for the bar where he stole his car. I guess my dads lucky the guy didn't murder him. On the brite side my dad said he couldn't have been robbed by a nicer guy. He even went as far to point out to the police that he didn't think the guy hit him, almost defending the guy from further prosicution, in the very unlikely hood of his arrest. I don't feel sorry this happened to my dad at all. Its common sense, when your wasted you don't strike up conversations with people who are bigger then you, Black, white, or yellow, in neighbor hoods that are becoming increasingly more dangerous. Thanks section 8 housing. Its his own fault this happened.

The last ounce of respect I had for my father was lost that night. I talked with my brother Jon about how my dad was a coward, because he shit himself. Jon says this was because he was Drunk. It turns out Jon was wrong! My dad said "I'm not ashamed to say I'm a coward, that's why I shit myself." Word for word that's what he said. This coming from the man who always telling me the army turned him into a trained killer and he can kick my ass. When I asked him about that, he replied with "what the hell do you think those WWII leggings were for on the soldiers? They were for if you shit yourself, it wouldn't end up in your boots." I can't say for certain I wouldn't, if I were in his situation. But from what I think of myself, If immenant death or injury were upon me, I wouldn't beg for my life. I would take it like a man.

Busy Day

I'm keeping this post quick. Today I have a lot of things to do. Progress on the wallpaper is moving smoothly. I got the majority of it down. Even though the Ice scrapper isn't cutting it. I'm so cheep. I guess Ill brake down and go out and buy the proper tools. Its interesting that some of the paper comes off clean and some won't budge. I also had to move a lot of my crap. Not that I have a lot, but its all these little nic nacs I dont know what to do with since I got rid of my junk droor. I also have to move my bed, guitars, and computer out. That means I have to rearange Andrews old room, to fit my stuff.

Heres a list of things I need:

1. 6" putty knife or what ever their called
2. Spackle
3. Batteries
4. Sandpaper
5. New outlets and outlet covers. who the hell paints over outlets? My mother and father because their lazzy. I think I'll wait on the outlet covers untill we get the colors down.
6. New blinds. The ones I have up are disgustingly dirty and falling apart.
7. Paint, actually those paint square sample thingys.
8. Laminant flooring (Ill leave that to my mothers pocket) Molding (again my mothers choice)
9. Circular garbage can with smooth walls. Why? Its starting to get cold out, And I plan on trying my hand at ice sculptures this winter. So I will need a recepticle to make giant ice blocks.
10. new matress, the one I got is killing my back!

Sweetest Day?

So, what the hell is Sweetest day? http://www.theromantic.com/sweetestday.htmThis holliday makes absolutely no sense what so ever except, its another ploy by the greeting card company's to get your green. I guess one benefit to it, like all holidays that involve gift giving, it spurs the economy. It's also an excuse for people to be overly romantic. Case in point, My buddy Doug AKA Tac, proposed to his girlfriend today. I never thought Doug would ever meet a girl he wanted to marry. Just 2 years ago he was the biggest man-whore I new. He had what is refeared to as the "Kavorca, the lure of the animal." Doug originally planed on popping the question on two other cleshayed holidays, Christmas and valentines day. I guess that 5K engagement ring he bought for her was burning a hole in his pocket. So just how did Doug propose. Well he bought Agita(his girlfriend) a Marilyn Monroe painting she had been wanting. He then cut out the ring Marilyn was wearing in the picture and inserted his own. Very creative. My other pal, Alok, is clamming the credit behind this idea. How do I feel about Dougs engagement? I say, good for Doug. Now its time to start taking bets on how long they last. A steep history of divorce runs through Dougs family. Doug's old man has been married 5 times and his ma 3. I give it 5 years, but then again I was wrong about my brother Chris's marriage. The verdict on my sisters marriage ids still out. While I'm on the subject of marriage, my parrents 32 or maybe it was 33rd wedding aniversery was last Saturday. My mom bought my dad the Scunci steamer, which she had been wanting for the last year. Its just like the simpsons where Homer gives Marge the bolwing ball with his name engraved on it for her birthday. My Dad took my mom out to eat at her favorite restaurant Cullivers http://www.culvers.com/. This place is by no means fine dinning. It doesn't take much to make my mother happy, And for some odd reason she doesn't like to eat at nice places. Matbe it has something to do with her innabillity to smell. Hay if everything taste like cardboard why wastye your money.

Unfortunatly for me I have no sweetie. Oh well, so tonight I bagan another bold project. I started to take down all the wallpaper in my room. Optimus has to wate yet again. This is a great excuse to get some use out of my moms (cough) I meen my dads new steamer.The steamer proves mildly useful in this effort. I plan on writeing a full review of the this product in the futer. I swear our house should be used as a test facillity for new inventions. we tend to be hard on stuff.

Taking down wallpaper is a bitch. It proves espeacialy difficult when you dont have a puty knife and have to use a damn windshield ice scraper to pry undernieth and scrape. It does the job. I made a little progress, and plan on having all the wall paper down by tuesday. The shottie installation of the paper, by my mother some 15 years ago, should make the process move fairly fast. When you take down wall paper you never no what youll find. I have managed to expose a small corner which still has the original lime green paint from the 70s on it. I wish I had some batteries for camera so I could post a pic. Looking around now, this room definately needs some more work than I originally thought. I got nothing eles to do, and the projects that come about should keep me from smoking. I feel like my Bro Jon, back when he used to live here and did strange projects in the wee hours.

Boil Order For Hanover Park

This interesting news comes a little late, after I finished downing a full glass of water! You think, since we live in the friggin 21st century that you wouldn't find shit, literally, creeping into your water supply http://www.hanoverparkillinois.org/ReferenceDesk/PressReleases.htm#BoilAlert. I mean who has to worry about Alkiada poisoning us, when we seem to do a good job of it our selves. This news tid bit comes a little late, because I think I already tasted the wrath of the mystery ecoli.

Last wendsday I was stricken with the worst case of diarrhea I have had in a long time. Diarrhea and me are no stranger, I get it like 4 or more times a week. Ya I know sounds like a medical problem, because it didn't go away when I quit drinking, but I've had the Hershey squirts on a consistent basis as far back as I can remember. Its just so embarrassing to tell a DR. that you've had this prob and never taken care of it. But then Again here I am explaining this story to the whole world on the internet. Am I getting too personal? Anyways back to the story.

I had to wake up last wendsday around 11AM, only getting about 5 hours of sleep, so I could go over and help my 93 year old grampa, install his storm windows. I felt a little odd when I woke up, but felt that was probably due to the lack of sleep. on my way to my gramps house I stopped and got a big coffee from Dunken Doughnuts. Now I know coffee acts as a diarrhetic, so it was no surprise to me when about 2 hours into helping my gramps I began to hear mysterious gut rumblings. This tends to happen to me a lot, so I know how to surpress them for a while. Unfortunately, I have this thing about taking violent rrhea shits outside of my own bathroom, unless its an absolute emergency. Judging from the cramps I was experiencing, I didn't think it was that bad and I could hold it in until I got home. My Grampa only lives about 40 minutes from my house so it was no big deal to have to hold it. I once held a horrible shit in through 7 periods of highschool and a 40 minute bus ride home. Now that's intense and a rush. One girl at school even commented, and I'll never forget because of how true it was "what's wrong Francis, it looks like you have to take a shit?" I nearly shit myself when she said that, I still get a laugh about it.

As soon as I got into my car to start the journey home, a sharp pain hit me in my side and my intestines made noises like they were boiling. you know the gurgle garrrrr grrrr greeeee glub glub grurrrrrlllap pppp plplp. I immediately thought, I think I should go back inside and relive my self. Besides my grampas friggin 93 years old and starting to go hard of hearing, but I cant be to sure if his nose still works. He also seems like one of those people that if your in the bathroom for longer then 5 minutes they come and knock to see if your ok. Whats up with that? I mean what is someone on the out side going to do if your shitting your brains out? hold your hand? It just makes things uncomfortable for everyone. I know you got the trots and you know, but I hope we don't talk about it kinda thing. Anyways I decided I could still hold it in, and dove away. Its long since been my biggest fear to get pulled over while I was speeding home due to intestinal distress. I mean you have an honest excuse, so I think a cop would let you off. Besides he would know you weren't lieing from sweat dripping down your forehead and saliva dripping from your mouth.

Once I got on 53 it hit me, the point of no return, where you can no longer clench your sphincter shut, and the immeninant release of the watery toxin inside your bowls is upon you. Ahhh I screamed out in my car, it felt like I was being jabbed with a hot poker in the side. I always joke with women that I am the only man that knows what its like to have a period. I've also heard the pain I have described by gunshot victims. My god, I screamed, what is this unhollyness that dwells inside me? I then kept repeating just a few more miles, hang in just a few more miles, as I rocked myself back and forth in my seat.

My salivary glands were now in full production, as drool began to spew forth from my mouth. Sweat was beading off my face and filling the fibers of my underwear, until it had amassed enough perspiration to leak through and dampen the seat of my jeans. As I turned down my street, I flew to my parking space pulling rather haphazardly and diagonal. With no time to waste I made a mad dash to my house. Damn it that idiot father of mine had locked the back door. At this point I could feel my waste just behind the threshold and ready to slip threw at the slites release of my muscles. I now had the arduous task of holding my butt shut wile I fumbled about for the key to open the door. Once inside I made a B line for the bathroom. No time to turn and lock the door, the eruption was upon me.

I now was trying to hold back the release long enough to drop my pants. Before I even sat down the a violent explosion of waste erupted from my nether region. Spewing noxious gas and spatttering against the back of the toilet. Instead of bellowing out a sigh of relief I screamed in agony. My insides felt like they were trying to escape through my anus. My whole lower half was locked in a state of contortion. I began to flail my arms about and bang my feet on the floor in hopes of relieving some of the tention inside me. Ah My god I screamed again and began to bang my fist on the sink that lie next to me. The pain only increased with each wave that followed. I did battle with my intestines for 45 minutes. Finally one last burp from my bottom and it was over. I arose from the bathroom victorious, but badly beaten, I almost felt mortally wounded. I lurched forth to my room in search of a place to lay. I was exhausted and felt weak from taking a shit. It was at this point I began to feel a little nauseas, and contemplated if what I had just experienced was not one of my normal bowel movements, but a sign that something much more sinister was taking place in the depths of my intestines? I was left with a pain in my anus that lasted for the rest of the day. It was this uncomfortable feeling like I had been raped and my intestines were healing.

So what is the point of this description of my bowel movement? Simple. If you go back to the link at the top and read the related press release, you will see they didn't test for the bacteria until the 14th and released the boil order on the 15th. Why would they test the water on the 14th, simple because a bunch of people began to get sick prior to that. My horrid experience and God knows how many other citizens of Hanover Park is to blame on Ecoli bacteria presence in our water supply. I simple dismissed mine while countless others probably sought medical attention. A rash outbreak of simple food poisoning, with no connection would lead to testing the water. I know I drink a lot of water, consuming about ten cups of sleepy time tea at night.

My father commented on this too in his drunken stupor tonight. "My god its horrible people are dieing all over Hanover Park from this.......the horror........the kids and teachers at Springwood(its a middle school) were dropping like flys and shitting their brains out........ They almost had to cancel school.......oh the humanity........" Now repeat that 10 to 15 times. Its hard for me to ascertain what's true and what's not. I know they closed Denneys on Lake St. Down, and my father said they closed the bar, but if that were true he wouldn't have returned home wasted, but then again he is a VIP (they let him stay and drink after they close). I am very surprised that this didn't make the news. I watched CLTV for an hour and no mention and I checked the paper. I know when Aurora had a boil order they were announcing it every 15 minutes on the radio. Hanover Park is only on the news if a woman gets murdered and her unborn baby is cut out of her (true story) or if one of the townhomes in TangleWood (a subdivision) goes up in flames. But you think mass students getting the runs would be news worthie.

Fahrenheit 9/11

Michael Moore makes a movie that rivals some of Dr. Joseph Goebbels http://www.joric.com/Conspiracy/Goebbels.htm works. Im no Nazi and certainly not a proBush supporter, but Moore's propaganda (that's what I think it is, just like his shameless Bowling For columbine) is all over the place. Don't think its propaganda, check this link for a definition and other works that are similar to Moore's film http://www.artlex.com/ArtLex/p/propaganda.html.

Ah Ill throw this link in while I'm at it. It's a very poor comparison between Moore and one of Goebbels Films; like Moore, it suites in making my point http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1159681/posts.

Ok, now that that's out of the way I will go into my review of the movie. Once again, Im not a supporter of president 43 Bush. I just don't have time for politically biased crap. That's not what I want to say, main stream shit that pollutes malleable minds into...... ah crap, I'll just leave it at Propaganda. Because I don't want to say stupid people, but people who get their news from mTV (the m was left uncapitalized on purpose) will believe this flick. I Don't want to say that movies is full of out right lies, because its not. A lot of half truths, and quotes that were taken out of context. Moores specialty.....taking anything that makes Bush and his cohorts look stupid, isn't hard, because Bush rarely can articulate his thoughts, and gives very vague information in the chosen video clips.

Moore makes a good point on the ethics between former Pres Bush 41 and his link to the Saudis. I found that interesting, but then again, since when do any politicians have ethics? Here in Illinois our current Governor Rod Blogovich (probably spelled that wrong) campaign manager when he was running for office was none other then the most powerful mayor in America, Richard Daily of Chicago. Isn't that a conflict of interest? Where's the Ethics in that? Daily gets Rod into office and Rod scratches his back. Notice how Rod is now changing his tune about legalizing gambling in Chicago. So where's the problem knowing that Bush installed his friends into powerful possistions. That's what networking is for, and politics is all about. Its not a Republican thing either, because our Governor is a Democratic.

Moving on to Moores conspiracy about the Bush's. I half expected to here Moore say 'the Saudis in connection with the Bush's, under supervision from the Saucer People, who are in conjuction being led by the Reverse Vampires......" That last part, is a Simpsons quote. Thats how far out there I thought Moore was going with his suspicous theorys he dangles, leading his audience, the impresionable youth of America. Hell Moore answers his, own question why the Saudis, and Binlodens were allowed to leave after the attachs, because their friggin rich and powerful, and since the US, and the world are so friggin dependent on them for oil and money to keep the economy a float, they have some pretty good leverage that doesn't require nuclear capabilities. Moore even says they own some 7% of our country.

Moore's shameles use of his classie, look at the tragic lives that have been ruined. This couldn't have worked out better for Moore. That stupid ass lady, Lipscum, who encouraged thousands of other Kids to go off and join the Army, but suddenly changes her tune when her own son is KIA. Im not Anti Millitary, Im pro, Hell I wanted to join the Army, but my feet/ankles screwed that up for me. I, however, know that a hitch in the service comes with potential risk of death or disfigurment. Its common knowledge. Hell some of the most dangerous jobs in the world are on a Navy Air Craft Carrier. Nobody put a gun to her sons head, hell he chose to go into the service, I take that back, probably under presure from his family. with over a thousand jobs in the Army he happened to choose a dangerouse one that involved a Blackhawk. I don't agree to this war in any way, and its unfortunate her son died along with countless others. This is why its atrocious that Moore uses this Womens plite to make his point. It makes me wounder what other interviews he did with those who had loved ones that died that ended up on the cutting room floor, because they weren't as compelling as this women changing her tune. Although its interesting she blames Bush and not the Army, its commanders, or herself.

I also love the before the war footage, painting Bahgdad as this great place where the people are happy, and then we came in and fucked it all up. OK maybe we did, but still the shameless use of the shots of the children playing. What was this stock footage Saddam gave him. Another thing who in their right mind, prewar, would talk shit about the gracious Saddam. Please. I think its interesting that he interviewed some of the dumbest looking redneck soldiers he could find. So Dumb that they didn't even obbide by the rules given to them on there press cards. Ok maybe you think thier not dumb and its good that they spoke their minds so we can here about the horers first hand. Yes we have been extremely censored from the graphic photos....I dont know wer I'm going with this one, maybe. Moore Did a great job in saying only the poor and unintelligent join the armed forces. This couldn't be farther from the truth, they use the stupid for the cannon foder........I'm lost on this rant for now.

If Moore had only laid down the facts with out scewing them with emotion, I may have liked this movie/ documentary/ propaganda. If only the PBS series Frontline would put togather somthing along these lines I might be able to trust the information given to me. Coming from Moore.. I dont know who to belive any more. both sides have answere that aren't quite the truth.

I'll close with this. If there is some vast conspiracy underway that has been 30 years in the making, inorder to chip away certain constitutional rights through fear, ultimatly resulting in a US dictatorship, so a select few can become unbelievably rich, I wouldn't be surprised. It wouldn't be the first time sombody used political office for personal gain. I would have been interesting to live around the time Rome fell, and it would be interesting to see if I will witness the end of our great empire.

Aftermath: Clean Ups A Bitch

Now that my computer is completed (I know, you've heard enough about the computer) It was time to clean up the mess that Jon left behind. This was no easy task, because I have no idea what's important and what's garbage. I initially wanted to register all my parts while Jon assembled them, but he got a head start, by coming over last Tuesday while I was at work. I arrived home to find my computer partially built and the room in disarray. When I tried to organize stuff Jon yelled at me and told me I was screwing up his organization. OK he knows where everything is, but you can't step foot in the room. I should have known better, because this is how all his projects go, crap all over the place and you have to deal with it until hes done.

To compound my frustration, after I arrived home from work on Friday, I found my bed room in complete disarray. Jon had wiped my desk clean of my former computer and all the stuff I had on it and thrown, not placed in a box. First I didn't care because my new computer was assembled and up and running, but then I got frustrated because I was hopping Jon would show me how to take all my old files I wanted to save, off. Eh what does he care? I guess I'm being a little over critical, because he did, afterall just put my computer together. Once again Jon, Thank you, I owe you one, as long as its not your rent.

After two days of continuously playing Battlefield, It was now time to clean the mess that was left behind. I decided to first start in my little brother Andrews old room, that's where most of mess was. Digging through the rubble of boxes I came across computer part after part, that I have no idea what they were for. The most disconcerting thing I found was a pile of screws. I picked all the screws up and put them in a little ziplock baggy that was leftover. Never know when you might need those. I then took all the parts and put them in one of the left over boxes along with miscellaneous software I found laying around (I hope it was all installed). I then began sorting through the boxes and throwing away packing material. When I was done the I stacked all the boxs in the corner, and to my surprise, they reached the sealing! Ill grab a pic of that and post it tomorrow. When I finnaly got to the box that Jon had thrown all my crap from my desk in, I was a little peeved to find my recent diploma from COD bent. Oh well if it was that important to me I wouldn't have left it lieing unprotected out in the open. Then again I didnt expect Jon to rip through my shit! He pulled an Andrew.

Yah I know, this post is boring and pointless. I just couldn't fall a sleep, so I thought I would write untill I got tired. It worked.

One more thing. Every one who reads this tiny space on the internet please wish Jon and me good luck, we quit smoking today. My last vice to overcome.

Don't forget to read the post below :).

Picture Pages Picture Pages Come Along and get your......

Finish that toon! Ok I got the digital camera to see if I can get some pictures up finally. I've only been talking about it for the past month or so. After some trial and error I got some pics uploaded into my computer. Let me just first say my dad in his drunken rant told me that I must tell all who read my blog that he bought the camera, he gave me the batteries for it, he found the damn USB plug, and yet everything is always still his fault. I promised I would so there, not like he reads this thing anyways. I would also like to add that the Nikon Coolpix 3100 is a piece-o-shit camera. I put fresh AA batteries in it and it managed to consume the juice in them after 4 pics and the 10 minutes it took me to figure how to disable the flash. Man, poor design on this thing, the engineer behind it should be stoned to death with all the wasted batteries an average person would consume using this thing!

Now to see if I can get the pics on this page? It worked, The pics are all out of order, its best if you view them from the bottom up. I could dick with it too put them right, but I feel I've already wasted enough time for now. I cant believe you have to download this stupid program called "Hello" to post pics. Seems like some kind of conspiracy between google and blogspot so they can use your pics on the internet for evryone to see. The program you use doesn't give you many options to edit your pics either, thus the horizontal pic of my case. oh ya and when you read "check this out" at the bottom of every pic, its a caption I thought would appear at the top of my photos. This experience with posting pics has been very helpfull in my getting to know how to use a computer. Not only did I have to upload copy and move a folder, I had to download and launch a program all on my own for the first time without calling Jon for help. I just hope this program doesn't screw with anything!

My PC is currently consumeing souls.
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ooooh scary, heres a pic of the guts with the lights turned out. Although this pic makes the insides look rather messy. Can ya feel the power?
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Heres my keyboard, looks pretty cool in the dark. Its almost Tetris like.
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well that didnt work how I planed, this stupid program I had to download to publish pics sucks, I'll talk on that later, but if you turn your head you can see the front. Check out that wicked sound thingy in the middle. I wish I knew what to do wit the nobs and ports
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Heres the guts, you can see the giant OC fan Jon put in over the Pentium 4, along with some cables and crap
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Its, Its Alive...Arise Computer Of Doom

I would first like to start off by giving my brother Jon mad props for a job well done. I never should have doubted his skills. Unfortunately even he was doubting his own from time to time on this project. 50/ 50 success ratio isn't the kind of thing I want to here when I got almost 2K invested in the hardware! I want to here 99% with a 49% margin of error. In my opinion that's easier to handle and if your not quick, a little confusing on the brain.

Jon was able too pull it off without a hitch, except for trying to hook up to the internet. That only took him a little monkeying until he figured it was a firewall confliction between Microsoft XP and whatever other firewall he installed. He says "I hate it when Microsoft tries to make things easier for stupid people." I couldn't help but think he was referring to me. A computer to me, is a box with magical happenings inside. Hell, there might as well be little gnomes and fairies inside for all I know. I don't think I'll ever be able to completely understand/comprehend how passing electrons through diodes transistors and capacitors on a circuit board make shit appear on viewing screen. It's just one of those amazing wonders we all take for granted, unless of course your a computer engineer or scientist.

I would have posted pictures of the new demon machine, but I couldn't find batteries for the digital camera, and I don't feel like going out and buying some right now. So for now I will describe it. Its black, has some kick ass hightech parts in it, quiet, has a cool flashing/pulsating red light, that can be viewed through the window, along with the blue light that glows from the geforce board, that also nicely compliments the backlit blue keyboard, and it runs faster then then a glass of milk through my intestinal track! It so fast that web pages now pop up fully loaded JPG's ads and all. I always wondered what those little animated adds were doing? Now I can view them without a prob (wasn't missing much)! Still I am very impressed. So impressed I don't know what to do with all this power! In a conversation with my friend Alok (pronounced A-LOKE) He essentially broke it down that I paid almost 2K for an Xbox. Yes, because that's most likely what I will be doing, but in case I wish to do something else, more like figure out how to use this PC, the possibilities are limitless (for the next four months).

Last night after Jon finished up installing most of the software, theirs a few more programs I would like, he loaded up Doom III (came packed in free with the card) for a test drive of the graphics card. Almost flawless, probably needs some patches, but other than that the frame rate lighting effects sound all superb with the settings all turned up. As far as the game goes, I'm not a big fan of not being able to see shit in the dark. I instantly noticed the biggest gripe about the constant switching between the flash light and your weapon. Very annoying. The atmosphere of the game is great, I found myself jumping twice in my seat (note to self: buy new chair, current vessel for sitting is killing my back neck and shoulders).

Next up to test out was Farcry. The game seem fun, but also noticed some glitches. A couple of rendering probs with some of the environment. Once again, probably needs a patch, pluss its a bootlegged version. Still the game ran great with all the settings turned up.

finally, I took my old and much missed friend Battlefield 1941 for a spin. I just love playing this game. I love playing it so much online, that I played from 4AM-10AM. I don't know what it is about that game, I am just hooked. I noticed today, that I gave myself some tennis elbow from using the mouse. Insert joke about how it wasn't the game that caused my affliction, but rather my ability to down load porn super fast! Ha Ha Ha..... No but seriously Jon was here, sleeping on my bed, so I couldn't test my porno capabilities.

In this post I initionally wanted to catch up and write about all the little story's that went along with the forging of my new PC, but I got carried away.

Off topic for a minute, I just heard a loud crashing noise come from our living room. Thinking it might be a burglar I picked up my guitar, to fend off potential assailants, to investigate the source of the disturbance. Upon arrival into the living room I noticed the Grey Mulkin AKA Mulchana cat (hes just so mechanical in his appearance/demeanor) hunched over on the carpet licking something. Upon closer inspection it was a mouse, still twitching. It's a good thing he caught it, if he wasn't responsible for bringing it into the house ( he likes to catch stuff outside and bring it home) in the first place? I always feel bad when I see a creature die, even spiders, or that giant bug thing my brother Jon squashed in his apartment the other day. I think Disney put it best in their movie The Lion King, its "the circle of life." God I hated that movie.

Now my train of thought is shot, so I guess Ill end here for now.

Inventory Check

Its all dusted....except for this beef and potato burrito half a joints worth of some swag my brother gave me and a jug of perpermint schnapps. That shit makes me hork!

Name that movie quote, its from one of my favorite teenage classics.
I think its a befitting intro to this post.

Today I was awoken around 10:30AM, after just falling asleep by the The FedX guy. Is it me or do the FedX guys ring your door bell real fast, and if you dont answer it within .02 seconds, they run away faster than a premature ejaculation on promnight! Badum bum. I hope you like my attempt at humor. Let me also add that the FedX guy was an interesting character. When I answered th door he didn't even have a package in hand. Instead he said in what appears to be a broken Russian, Czech, or some European country accent "I have computer-for you." He quickly ran back to his truck and reapeared back at my door several minutes later. What was he doing in his truck for so long? Repeatedily dropping my stuff. When He came back he was holding my case and speakers (very bulky), so I opened the door wide thinking he would set stuff inside. Nope he just sat it down on the porch. I commented thats it? He said yes so I signed for the stuff and draged it inside. tired I didnt open the box's, pluss their was no need to since I knew what they were. After curling back up into my bed, several minutes later the doorbell rang violently again. It was the same FedX guy, he found another box in his truck. Where could that have been hiding. Sorry no snappy joke for that one, but feel free to leave a coment if you can think of one. Now back to sleep.

when I reawokenby a call from my Bro Jon,I found a new package waiting for me by the back door. Oh goodie its like Christmass, all these presents awaiting me. Getting stuff in the mail is cool, It made my buyers remorse go away. So lets take invetnory of all the parts I got.

Saitek PC gamers key board

Logitech MX 1000 Laser cordless mouse. (The box says worlds first laser mouse, optical is out)
Jon says this things a must, Ill be the judge of that. For 80 bucks the damn thing better massage my fingers.

Lian Li Aluminum case modle # PC-65black

Pentium 4 3.2E GHz processor (supporting hyperthreading technology) What ever the fuck that means? thats another one of my favorite movie quotes. Interesting note, the box says this product is intended to be proffesional installed.

Max Advance IC7-G Motherboard

Patriot duel channle 1 GB memory

Soundblaster AuDigy 2zs platnum

Creative SBS 560 5.1 surround sound

LiteOn 16X DVD rom (use soft voice for this) with ATAPI/E Interface, Once again,What ever the fuck that means?

Pioneer DVR-108 DVD+/- RW

A floppy drive, and somthing else

Ultra Xconnect power suppy 500 watt ATX p

Ultra quiet CPU cooler CNP5700A-Cu

Meator light (red) I think it pulsates

The only component missing is is my BFG Gforce 6800 GT OC. I hope it arrives today so the building can begi on Wednsday.

Cleaning House

More like cleaning my little bro Andrews old room. He's been gone for almost two months now. He headed of to the sunshine/hurricane state of Florida to live with my sister Mandy or as her husband calls her Amanda. I don't know where my sister picked up calling herself Amanda, but when my family went down for her wedding we were all surprised to hear everyone refer to her as Amanda. We all grew up calling her Mandy. Maybe it was an effort to distance herself from our family. She never much cared for us, especially me, she finds my presence to be particularly annoying. Plus that whole being thrust into the motherhood thing at a young age, when my mom was at the hospital tending to my brother Jon's Legg Perthes' disease http://www.orthoseek.com/articles/perthes.html didn't help. Andrew and Mandy get along fine from what I understand, that's probably because Andrew is her in male form, if you let his man boobs slide. Any ways, I digress.

My day started off as complete waist having slept in till 6PM. I had planed on awaking at 3Pm, to get some much needed shopping done, but as usual I got up, turned off my alarm clock and went back to sleep. You know what's great about waking up at 6Pm? Your rarely ever prepared dinner your parents are about to eat becomes your breakfest. Ok maybe its not that great when your breakfest consist of chicken fried pork with no side dishes (my dad decided to cook). I dont know what happened to my dads cooking skills but they seem to be slipping like his pickled brain. My mother who hardly ever comments badly on other peoples cooking (cooking makes my mom go crazy) said "its not as good as mine, and its tough."

Since I did't have to work today and my plans where awash (why must stores close early on Sundays), my mother was quick to employ me in somehousehold handy work. When I was drinking, this kind of thing use to drive me bonkers, but now its not so bad and I often find my self asking my mother what I can do for her in the twilight hours.

we first started with cleaning up the kitchen while the Simpsons supplied the background noise on TV. It was an episode where Homer was a masked pie superheroe. I think its time the Simpsons lays it a rest. Don't get me wrong I love the Simpsons, particularly seansons 4-8, but now it just seems like their stretching way to far for ideas. Turning off the tube lead to the usuall conversations with my mother, which is Gods plan. I tried to thwart the conversation by telling her, "is it Gods' plan for me to drive a spike through your head?" I think thats funny, but it didn't work on changing the subject. Acording to my mother, it would be. Go figure.

Next up Andrews old room, My mom wants to turn it into the study or all around media center. My rumpas room was the one prior to the plague that was the Carminimonster. Nothing really to clean in Andrews old room, just alot of finding places for all the crap he left behind. That meant alot of moving stuff from upstairs down to the dungeon. Andrew appearently left alot of his winter clothes behind so my mother decided we should put them in a garbage bag and donate them to Good Will or the Anvets. The rest of the cleaning went smoothly found alot of wierd crap though. Behind his dresser was an old poster he made from God knows when, of the entire Periodic chart in a descending order by atomic number in circular patern. It was pritie neet, in my oppinion much better then his what apears to be a holloween scene picture he drew from 6th grade. Maybe I'll hang it up in my room. Wish I could post pics of them, but very soon. Speaking of which the first component of my computer arived Friday. Not even an important part, it was the Key board. Funny thing is, that was the last peice we ordered and it was the first to arrive. I highly recomend Amizon.com, they got the quickness when it comes to the shipping. Damn thing practically came over night with normal shipping. Hopefully when I wake up today more parts will be awaiting me.

Now that Andrews room is almost empty (the only thing left is to do is move his dresser/chest down stairs, but that will require the enlisted help of one of my other bro's Jon or Chris) I can start patching and sanding the walls. I've grown tired of the Optimus costume for right now, so this will give me something to do untill my interest rekindles. This leaves the very important question, What to due with my brother Jon's merrill he painted on the wall featuring the prism from Pink Floyds Dark Side Of The Moon. Ill have to ask him when he did that. But maybe its time to retire it. Andrews door of Stickers was retired last year after my Dad in a drunken hase took a golf club to it, smashing a whole wide enough to fit his hand through. He just wanted to get in and talk to Andrew. As my Dad Says "its his house he can do what ever he wants to it." I thought that was some funny shit at the time, and looking back I still think its funny. Andrew doesn't agree, I wounder why?

Communication Breakdown V1.5

Today was an interesting day, not by the events that happened, more along the lines of the thoughts, ideas, and anxiety that passed through my mind. Maybe I should rephrase that to yesterday? Due to the fact that I am on a different time schedule than most of the world, seeing how my day ends around 8AM. Any ways I was awoken to a phone call around 10AM from Bank1 inquiring about my recent transactions for my new computer. I knew this was going to happen. You see when you have 2 grand lying dormant in a checking account for several months and all of the sudden you pretty much empty your account through internet transactions, it sends up red flags. The man asked me pretty standard questions. Have you made such and such purchases from such and such place? Bla bla bla, let me just verify the purchases for you. In know way do I consider this a hassle, to the contrary I am glad that the credit company's watch for fraud and are I want to say my best interest, but I know its for theirs.

After my conversation from the man I was reminded that I had to go to my older bro Chris's house and wait for his new computer to arrive. He bought a Dell. What kind and the specks on it? I have no idea because I didn't really have a chance to talk to him about it. My other older Bro Jon and I had a conversation about Chris's new computer yesterday? Strike that, the day before yesterday (my time is different once again). Jon seemed a little agitated over the fact that he told Chris he needed a new computer, and Chris told him he didn't. Something to do with Chris needing to be able to run CAD programs or something. Interesting note while we're on the subject of CAD, my father in one of his drunken rants, claims he caim up with the term in the 70s. Except I think he said he called it computer accelerated drafting. He also went on to tell me about how he knew the guy who invented Teddy Ruxspin. If you forgot or don't know this posh toy from the 80's check this site for a refresh http://members.tripod.com/grubbyoctopede/teddy.html. He later changed his story saying he new the guys girlfriend, who happened to be one of the programmers who worked for him, or somthing like that. He then went on about how he begged the lady to give him a proto type because his kids would love it. Ya I know proto type, whos ganna give that up, and since when did my father have his kids interest in mind back then? Oh ya we got on the tpoic because a comercial for one of those new suposedly high tech dancing Robo Dolls was on TV, and I commented on how It reminded me of Teddy Ruxspin. Thinking back now I dont know what about it reminds of TR, except the price tag.

Back to the story. Runnig on 2 hours sleep I high tailed it over to Chris's place to make sure I would be there when the UPS guy showed. Since when does the UPS guy come at 10 on the dot? Never in all likelyhood, but one can never be to sure. I raided his fridge upon my arival and found some pumpkin pie, which I scarfed down. I don't no where he got it from, but I found it to be way to pumkin spicy for my likeing. I then decided to lay down and watch some giant screen HDTV. This was a mistake because I preceeded to pass right out.

When I awoke, I found his Cat Toonses lying on my chest and the time to be 3:30PM. Oh shit! Looks like I slept through the delivery. Yes I did, but when I looked over to my right, I found a note:

Francis, the computer came. Love Mom

That was nice of my Monmathma. She saved my ass, but why had she come over. (A) She just looks for excuses to come over and admire Chris's home or (B) She didn't trust me to stay awake to answere the door for the UPS guy. Either way I think it was very nice of my Mom to come by, just wish she had woken me up.

Upon return to the casa de F Chereck I immediatly recieved a phone call, litteraly as I walked through the door , from extreme gear. I hate talking over the phone to people I dont know, It causes me great angxiety and stress. I've always been this way, Little Bro Andrew can testifie to that. It seems the BFG Geforce 6800 GTOC wasn't in stock like their website said, and they wanted me to trade/substitute to what seems to be the same card only made by a different manufacture Lead Tech. Not Knowing anything about the componets in my computer, but aware that this type of Graffixs card is the most important and soul of my computer, I said I would have to get back to them on that. Calling Jon about this crucail crisis, in my oppinion, was very stressful. Hes sick and groggy and I didn't have time to dick with the situation because I was on my way to work. I asked him to deal with this matter, but it was like talking to a brick wall. In my family when someone doesn't want to do something at the moment you ask them, it doesnt get done. Knowing this to be true, my anxiety was further compounded by Jons seemingly lack of motivation. I know now it was stupid to get bent out of shape over this temporary set back, but my parents critiscism over this project and trusting my brothers skills was driving my brain into the red zone. This constant barrage on my psychie was causing me to have a panic attach.

I could go on about the rest of the events, but I'm lazy and tired of writing. Long story short, Jon told me to cancell my order with Extreme Gear, saying they were pulling a bait and switch. My anxiety in full swing, it took a lot of courage on my part to call back and cancell. Ya I know whats their to be afraid of when cancelling an order? well when you get paniced you rashanalize a million different bad scenarios in your head, each one worse then the first. What if they don't give me my money back? What if they won't let me cancell? What if we cant get the right grafix card? Maybe I should wait and they'll get one in stock? All kinds of crazy thoughts. All containing rational answeres in my mind.

I calmed my self down and made the call. It turned out all my fears were once again in my head. Stupid head, stupid brain, stupid hormones or whatever that controls my behaviors. Now that I was thinking clearly, or what I consider to be thinking clearly, I new Jon would fix the problem and the computer would live. He would just do it on what my mother and I call "Jon time". Jon time is when ever the hell he gets motivated to do something. Could be an hour, could be weeks, months or never. This is what earlier intial trigured my anxiety. This is also a good time to bring up my long standing fear over building this computer. That if it doesn't work, he'll give up and I'll be stuck with the $1,800 worth of parts to look at. His constant reasurances over the matter helps little to sooth my suspicions. This all goes back to the time when I enlisted Jons help to buy a new reciever. When he couldn't get all the channels to work, he simply said " I dont know dude, you figure it out, I have to go home now." this has changed my out look on what I consider to be his genious. Ah maybe not I'll probally always look up to the bastard : ).

Not to fear the next day Jon was on the job of hunting down the new BFG, and had found one on http://www.newegg.com. He even went as far to tell me that he called them to double check that they did indeed have one in stock. All my worries at this point were for nothing. That still leaves us to see if Jon has once again over estimated his skills and competancy. My parents keep beating that one into my mind. As my dad keeps saying, "You should buy a Mack."