recently i have caught myself writing long rants on fb and then i stop and paste them into my blog (to be positive that not a single person will read it, am i right … am i right? sheeeeeeit) where i proceed to write more and save it as a draft and then NEVER publish it hahaha which goes to show volumes. the shit felt like content, very meaningful content at that but i think it was more important to just write it down regardless or what it really was. or maybe it was perfectly valid content and I am practicing subconscious self censorship. Fuckin weird.
god damn so i saw two things recently that made feel something for the first time in a while, mainly anxiety but hey man, that shit counts.
first was Behind the Candelabra (I KNOW!!!) I dunno to be honest I thought the shit was gonna be lame. For various reasons. But those fucks killed it. I was balled up in my couch all anxious and grossed out by their toxic relationship. And dying the whole movie every time mr. douglas was on the screen. there was just a bunch of weird shit in the movie and i was not disappointed.
the second was this last recent episode of braking bad. HOLY FUCK! I barely even breathed. For reals just watching all tense and anxious as fuck as walt’s whole shit begins to unravel. The whole show is overwhelming as fuck because this is it, no more after this.
Find myself sitting here this father’s day morning feeling bad for not feeling so bad which ends up just feeling worse? I dunno everything is so fuckin weird. There’s a million words with which to describe how I feel but it is easily summed up to a single point. I wish I would’ve been a better son to him. I was terrible. I blame my mom’s failed attempt to raise me catholic for this post.
Was watching supernatural last night and they tracked down metatron to a lil house jam packed with books. Metatron was played by booger from revenge of the nerds and he really really liked stories.
He made a really good point. Humans can tell stories, he claimed it to be our one good use of everything we’ve been giving. Then he went on about how when you create stories you become like god. When you get to the core of our existence it is primarily based on various stories, the info is all provided for you. But as you well know the real value is in new information.
I am really inspired by those who live life by writing their own tale or joining forces with folks on a similar journey to make for a better tale with new information for a new time.
What if in retelling “the story” they conveniently left out the part about us all being actual gods and replaced it with being the image of god.
This morning while taking a shit and trolling around fb I found a video a friend shared on another friends wall. Cut to me all teary eyed while taking a shit. This is so fucking sad. I can safely say I have never tossed a bottle or anything into the ocean (WTF!!!)
If my mother is indeed planet earth, then I technically just wept over family. Birds been here longer than us, flyin around, shitting on stuff.
I dunno I just found it deeply disturbing, mostly because I feel so helpless and like there’s nothing I can really do.
I do however find the message really inspiring in a way. I am firm believer that anything worth doing will be a bit difficult.
Out of the shit comes the flower
My beer turned out okay. It was a simple yet chuggable low abv beer. Me and the wife took down 30 22′s in close to a week by the half liter.
Made a bunch of frames for gifts this xmas. Here’s some photos from right before they were done. I made matching cards for each frame out of the place holder cards that came with the frames when I bought them. I also gave em a coat with some shiny shit after the photo since they become too shiny to take a photo of once they have been coated.
Finally the beer is ready to be bottled! It is a tedious, labourious ordeal but it is what it is … bottling. Now I gotta wait 10 days while they carbonate.
I hope they turn out okay. If not try again I guess.
Brewed my first beer this weekend with a bunch of help from the homie. Everything went well and I can’t wait to try it.
Holy shit Kaws droppin some mo sheeh!
Many moons ago when I first got my bike I got some lights on craigslist. I met some guy in a parking lot by state and I got a set of head and tail lights by RavX. They’ve been hanging tough for a while now but my tail light had a bracket and rubber strap mounting combo and my rubber strap broke from the years of wear and tear. Since I am a fuckin cheap ass bastard (they ARE only $10.19 on amazon AND I have glued it together since it broke a while back) I got a wild hair up my ass to look for replacement straps online. To my surprise there was no such thing. Anywhere. Not even on the RavX website. So I decided I would call them and see if they even offered just the straps for replacement. I called and they had me send a pic of my light with my address so they could identify the model and send me back a replacement rubber strap!
THAT’S WHAT I’M FUCKING TALKING ABOUT!!!
This is my second awesome encounter via phone and email with random shit I wanted in regards to bike parts. One time I called Spank to find a stem I really wanted for my bike. Turned out the stem made my knees feel like they were going to explode but it is a solid stem (destroyed my knees. holy fuck.) and they were super helpful. They had someone hit me back and send it to my local bike shop, he even sent stickers and a shop banner but the stickers were nowhere to be found (I would of done the same thing if I worked there) and the old guy who runs the shop figured I didn’t need a shop banner so he kept it haha. He was right but I just wanted the stickers.
BUT … as I was saying. RavX. Solid light. Flash Tube. $10.19. Amazon. Get one. Get two. Send me one. Hit up RavX. Ask for FREE shit. It might work.
Wait, wait. I recall at one point in time I wrote flying coffin about how their new shirts were not so great fitting. The smalls that used to fit great were now something similar to an amercian apparel shirt. The guy who runs it wrote back that everyone else thought they were great but he offered to send me mediums in place of my smalls and then never got back to me haha.
But yeah get at them lights.