Tuesday, September 16, 2008
End times?
It is 99 days until Christmas. Big fucking whoop huh?
By the time we get there I wonder if the country will be in a full blown depression? I guess it matters who you ask. Some people will say we are not in a depression; which I happen to agree with. Some will say we are not in a recession, either. I don't know about that but I do know that things are costing more.I know that if I buy groceries I am paying more for less I know people are losing their places to live. I know that things in the country seems to be getting worse and not better.
It should be at least a little interesting seeing the news stories coming up about people not buying as much and the stores starting to worry about not being able to buy the latest toys and such. You might be able to pick up a Wii this year though.
I make jokes only because I am a little bit worried. Or a lot worried. I don't know that I want to see people suffer. OK, there are some people I wouldn't mind seeing suffer a little bit. But generally I don't want to see people losing their houses and jobs or go through that hardship. That is just not my style.
My style is, hmmm. I don't think I have a style. I put on clothes but I don't really dress to impress. I try not to wear colors that are too bright. Not because of the way it looks, it's because I have a tendency to spill shit on my shirts.
For example, I was given a white polo shirt at work that actually fit. That in itself is unusual because they usually only have small, medium, large and X-large. Usually if they have any sizes bigger they don't have many and then you get the wanna be thugs who ask for the bigger sizes. I saw this fucking kid once wearing a coat that would have been big on me. He was like a size zero. I was pissed. I liked the fucking coat and this douche had bought it! No wonder fat guys can't find good shit to wear when little Assy McDumbass is shopping in the big and tall section. Fucking cocks.
Anyway, like I was saying I had a white polo. I never wear white unless it is a tee shirt under a shirt. The first day I wear it, being very careful not to spill anything on it, at lunch what happens? Of fucking course I spill a little A-1 sauce on it! Right in the center of the shirt! Right under the buttons! I did everything to try to clean the stain off. Everything. Right now I still have that shirt and there is a shadow of a stain still. It will never be pure white again. Un-fucking-believable.
Signs The World Is Ending
During Hurricane Ike, with all the destruction and that fun stuff we have bona-fid signs of the end of days. I was looking through pictures online and found these pictures:
In this one you can see the dead fish that may or may not have rained from the sky. They also might have been left by flood waters but I do seem to remember that there was a flood mentioned in a certain book. If you know what I mean.
This second picture is even a worse sign. Yup, the dead are rising from the grave. Now before you go getting your shotgun, the dead didn't actually start walking. The flooding waters made the caskets rise out of the ground. There were no actual sign of the undead. But the dead did technically rise from the grave if you want to get literal. FYI--that is why in New Orleans they use to bury the dead in crypts above ground because the annual flooding would make the bodies and coffins start to float. And back in the day before proper sanitation that led to all kinds of nasty problems. And zombies. Don't forget the zombies. Laterzzz...
By the way, leaving me a comment is permitted and you don't have to tell me how awesome I am because I just don't have the money to pay off that many people. Give me a comment let me know a topic and I will write about it because I can. It's my words, my Brain, and my Splatter. Laterzzz Pt 2...
Labels: Christmas, economy, hurricane, undead
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Hurricane Gustav
I really dig freaking hurricanes. Not because to of the destruction they create, though that can be fun too. I like them for the coverage on the news.
Take the pics about for instance. Brian Williams is climbing a ladder on a wall next to an industrial canal. Essentially a river. The day before water was pouring over that wall because of the storm surge during the hurricane. Ok, that is news. But why the hell did he need to climb the ladder? I don't know and I don't care, I just love it.
I used to always like watching Dan Rather during a storm. No matter where the storm was he would be there in the middle of it, showing that he wasn't going to let Mother Nature stop Dan Rather from bringing you the News, dammit!
There is no one as good as Danny boy anymore but every time there is a storm they send out teams of reporters to cover the chaos. Hopefully, these crews will be able to document the destructive forces of nature and it's impact on the affected communities. One thing they will definitely be able to do is send in some cool pictures of reporters being blown around by the wind and rain. That is the best stuff. Sometimes the reporters get blown right off camera. Or there are times when you can see the panic in there eyes when they realize they are in the middle of a fucking hurricane. I am waiting for the day when one of the reporters gets take out by a toothpick or some other object moving at a hundred miles per hour. That is good TV.
From what I got from the news, this hurricane caused damage, one person may have died, but all in all it didn't hit New Orleans as hard as it could have. The bad news is there are like 3 tropical systems lined up that may become hurricanes and who knows where the target will be. Should make for good TV whatever happens. Laterzzz...
Labels: hurricane, reporters, TV
