December 26, 2007

Don't be an brainless idiot...

Intelligent design...

are you fucking serious? Come on, I know that most of you brainless fucks wanna believe in something that espouses the hilarious divine direction...but don't be a daffy asshole.

Seriously...grow accept the truth.

Science triumphs Faith

December 5, 2007



As another birthday creeps along the calendar to find me, life and death usually pop their silly heads up and beg another conversation.

The final breath that walks us through our last steps towards what will continually be the original enigma. What happens after we die?

That’s the ultimate question. The quintessential quandary that we all shoulder on a daily basis. Our hesitating pulse about what comes after we let go of our last breath.

I’m guessing the Christians who are holding this are going to expect me to spew some wonderfully angelic missive about divine acceptance, bright lights, relatives, St Peter, and Pearly Gates.

Unfortunately kids, that’s Hollywood filling your heads with silly antiquated nuggets of pride and pompous allegations from an old book that still doesn’t make sense.

Being an agnostic on good days, and an atheist on most, I’m guessing death is akin to a long journey down a hollow black tunnel ending in a nice long nap. Also know as simply losing your consciousness. Unless you croak in some horrific accident or something. Yeah, try and avoid that.

Regardless of what every religious group wants you to think, we’re all just a bag of blood and bones. Sentient tissue that for some reason thousands of years ago, became aware of itself.

Now we fear death. And the worst part is we waste minutes of our life worrying about how it’ll eventually end.

Or even worse we spend time worrying about how our sack of flesh is going to be presented to our grieving loved ones. Personally, I don’t care what you do with me. But after watching CSI enough times,

I’d rather be torched and just dumped somewhere that I might have liked. Drop me off at BevMo, the pitcher’s mound, Stockholm, into my Mesa Boogie, Julian or even San Clemente.

And people are so distraught at funerals. I’d rather just have everyone show up at the bar and have a good time. I’ll come back and haunt all you assholes if you have some sappy memorial that involves heartfelt stories and tears.

Enjoy the fact that we were all alive at the same time and got to revel in sharing our space on earth. Tip your glass and have a good time. That’s my idea of a send off.

As dreadfully a cliche as it is to mention enjoying every day and telling those around you how much they mean to you, I’ll do it anyway. We’re only on this muddy rock for a short time. It’s up to you how you spend your consistently dwindling time here.

Work, bills, and stress will always be there for us to wear throughout life. Shed those gremlins and grab a smile occasionally. And try not to take yourself too seriously, because no one makes it out of life alive.

December 1, 2007

As I'm reading Paul's blog...

and I'm beginning to realize what a hypocrite I am for not even owning a bike anymore. What a douche....

November 10, 2007

Southern California burns...

If started off like any other day.

After having a post-shift drink and blathering about nothing of consequence with my doorman Ilich, I got into my Jeep and drove towards San Elijo Hills. I thought nothing of the night and only smiled inwardly at the thought of eating my turkey sandwich from 7-11 and getting some sleep before tomorrow nights shift.

I got a phone call from my roommate right about the same time I realized there were a few Carlsbad police officers blocking San Elijo Hills Road.


We were told to leave. But how do you pack up your life within minutes? I didn’t even get that chance. I was turned away before I could gather any of my belongings.

That old question about what to pack if your house was on fire came in black comedic waves as I did my best to take a mental inventory of what I had in my Jeep and what I could possibly lose if the fire chose my direction.

So I had to quickly weigh my options. I could drive to my parent’s house, wake up various friends or co-workers, or I could stay at the Howard Johnson on Leucadia. Which I promptly did at $89/night.

Rubbing my eyes and clearing my sore throat after a horrible night of sleep, I peered outside my room to a jaundiced lilting haze that gave a surreal look to the trees as they bowed in the face of the wind’s enthusiasm.

Knowing I would never make it to my parent’s house in El Cajon without sitting in gridlock for three hours, I decided to poke around Encinitas.

The wind and ash made it tough to even be outside, and no one argued with my opinion. Downtown Encinitas looked like the set of a really smoky post apocalyptic horror film, replete with a yellow sun and crying dry winds.

So I went to 1st Street and did what anyone else would do in my situation. My manager Shaun and I called all the bartenders knew to come in and commiserate with us. With most of the businesses in the area closed, our community shelter replete with booze was soon a bustling little activity of commerce for those of us watching the 24 hour pyro pornography on all news stations.

With little or no sleep, I didn’t expect to work that night. I was wrong.

I instead had to serve all the scared, angry, distraught people who were evacuated from their homes or had lost their dwelling to the angry flames that danced through our little hamlet.

I also had to serve the jubilant(like myself) patrons who’s homes had been spared the fire and were lucky to still have a place to lay their heads at night.

The dichotomy between the groups was palpable, even if the booze blurred the line between the two. For them, and me.

This is something none of us will ever forget. No matter what paths our lives follow from this day forward, we all sat at the mercy of nature just when we feel indestructible. Cell phones, computers, satellites, internet and the like have a way of keeping us connected by separating us.

It’s times like these that help to remind us that we’re all in this together. Mother Nature picks and chooses our fates…we just deal with her decisions…

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October 12, 2007


I fucking hate religion...

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October 11, 2007

Ya know why I hate politics...

One simple poisons people's minds. Good people get pushed in the wrong directions because of fear or hate...

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October 2, 2007

My Buddy Paul...

Check out my friend Paul's blog....thought provoking, definitely worth reading, and I once saw the guy threaten to pummel an entire youth hockey team in Quebec. Gotta love him....

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September 27, 2007


Seriously, how do you go on Bill O'Reilly's show and not wanna punch him in the face? He makes me fucking sick sometimes...

Vote Ron Paul...

Everyone else seems like a fucking lunatic compared to this guy...and the worst part..he won't even make a dent in race...

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Milton Bradley is a GIGANTIC ASSHOLE

I'm so fucking tired of hearing that pompous asshole bitch and moan about how the whole world is coming down around him.

Take a wild guess why that is you stupid dick.

Because you're a child with no means to control yourself. I don't wish an injury on anyone, but don't blame that shit on the umpire. He might have agitated the situation, but you're the fucking nutbag who flipped out and tried to attack an official.

I don't condone Winters, but serious Bradley...grow the fuck up for once. Accept that you have serious impulse control/Ego issues and move on you self-centered prick...