oh wait, there it is.

HAHA! I complain enough, and I get whats coming to me. Got my FOAD email from Cow Town eariler today...bastards.

Is no news good news?

I've been waiting for more than a week to hear back from Old Cow Town on the museum educator position, and I've been thinking...is it good that I haven't heard from them? On the one hand, that means that they haven't hired anyone, or on the other hand they have hired someone and they are just to fucking lazy to send out a FOAD letter. Thats Fuck Off And Die for those of you who have yet to get one, and trust me, you'll get them unless you are supre uber awesome and if you are good for you. No phone calls or emails saying "oh, the hiring process is going to take place at such and such a date." No, "We're sorry, we've hired someone who was more quailified than you, but thanks anyways, and if you would like, we'll kick you in the ass on the way out." It is just irratating, and to top it off, the parents are on my case. I love em, obviously, but good god, BACK OFF You'll know when I get a job, its not like I'm going to keep it a secret.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go apply for job at Target....fucking Target (but at least it isn't Wal-Mart)

Way to drop the ball Minute Men

Okay, has everyone heard about this Minute Man project that some gun-toting yahoos out west are doing. "Protecting" our border with Mexico by using force and carrying around semi-automatic weapons? These "new heroes" of the U.S. dropped the ball on this one though...A huge tunnel was discovered on the 25th of this month and is used by drug running gangs. The U.S. border patrol found the tunnel and told the Mexican government about it and they found where the tunnel came up on their side (It went from Tijuana all the way to Otay [a town near San Diego!]) It is about 85 feet under ground and runs close to 2400 feet (or over half a mile, it depends on who you talk to.) Our government says it is 2400 feet, the Mexican government says its close to a half a mile. This isn't just some dirt tunnel that guys crawl around on their hands and knees, there is lighting, ventilation, and to top it off, there were still drugs in the tunnel! The government nabbed over two tons of Mary Jane (Thats a lot of hooch!)
How do you miss something like this? How do you miss random guys walking into a shed with digging tools and disappearing for hours on end and then coming back up with wheelbarrels full of dirt?
The main point is, it was not the gun crazy minute men who found this, it was both our and mexican government agents. The guys being paid our tax dollars are doing their jobs, and the crazy members of the NRA who are trying to scare Mexican refugees into staying in their country did not. The government needs to step in and put a stop to these guys.

So this is what it has come down to...

I have decided instead of allowing any more of my precious time to slip away while I wait (patiently I might add, I've tried to contact them by phone and e-mail) for the people to call me back about the museum educator position, that I am going to fill out an application for graduate school tomorrow. Sure, I could fill it out tonight, but that would not give me anything to do tomorrow...this way, I have something to look forward to. Graduate school here I come...hopefully, if you'll accept me, I swear I am a better student than what my grades show. It was just that one semester when I was addicted to...oh wait, I've already said to much...Shit...

The Wings and The Captain

Just finished watching my first Red Wings game of the new year. Yes, it sucks royally the fact that I'm down in Wichita, a place that doesn't broadcast many hockey game. But thankfuly, the Wings were playing the Colorado Avalanche, so we got the game. The Wings won 4-3. A great game. No major fights though, and I was expecting some the way the first period was going, but alas, Claude Lemouix was not playing for Colorado (He was the guy that basically started the big Wings-Avalanche rivalry when he checked Kris Draper from behind and nearly ended Darper's career)...in fact, I don't think he is in the league any more. Anyway, great game and it was my first chance to see The Captain play this season. That's right Steve Yzerman (The Captain [capital T capital C]) was on the ice. It was good to see him skate. He isn't as productive as he once was, but still the man is 40 years old and to be playing against twenty year olds...that is an amazing feat. The man is a god, that is all there is to it. Anyone who wants to argue about it, you know where to find me.


I enjoy this picture greatly. I got it off of Yahoo's website the day after the Wings played the New York Rangers. The Wings players were crashing the net and their goalie gathered up the puck.

Honestly, what the hell?

So we went out for Andrea's birthday before we left for home for christmas. We were in Emmersen Biggens and this guy walked in with this great sweater vest. I saw him out of the corner of my eye and then just had to look (kind of like a car wreck, admit it, you slow down and look.) And yup I saw this...
Now, after I saw this guy, I looked at Tom and he had this goofy grin on his face and I asked him, "Did you see...?" and that was all I got out before he said
"Yup."
"Oh that's great." added Amber.
"What?" questioned Jason.
"Turn around and look at the guy in the corner with the sweater vest." Amber answered.
"Jesus Christ, thats awesome." Jason said.
And the sad thing is, he wasn't some college guy trying to be cool and different by wear that sweater vest. I don't know why, but I just had to get a picture of it. It was truly uglier than the picutre shows. And to make the picutre all that much better, it looks like he is scratching his butt, but in actuallity, I think he was putting his wallet away.

the best hour on television?

I believe that the best hour of televison takes place on Cartoon Network from 11:00 pm to 12:00am (eastern standard time). The first half hour is The Boondocks. It is an animated show about two African American brothers living with their grandfather. One brother is moral and the other is immoral. Situations take place that you wouldn't think about and that makes it hilarious. The one draw back, if you are of a fragial mind, is that they take have a great time with the freedom of speech. They do use the 'n' word a lot, but if you don't mind that, this is a show you may be interested in.
And the other show only runs for about fifteen minutes. It is Robot Chicken. Created by Seth Green and some other guy. Just stop clay animations about random stuff. Quite humorous. So I guess its only 45 minutes. So, the best 45 minutes on television? should be the title of the entry, oh well.

The mind burns with anger.

So, the other day, my friend Trace came online and I read his profile in which he had the following statement: Marriage is a human right not a heterosexual privilege. At first, my thoughts were, yeah! Support everyone no matter what. However, as it goes, my mind has been brooding over this statement. Who in their right minds would not support this. Who would hate their fellow man (or woman, but for all intensive purposes, I am going to use the word "man" in terms of human beings, please don't get uberoffended anyone, and if you do PISS OFF! These are my thoughts.) so much as to deny them the right to be happy. Oh, right, I forgot. (fucking republicans...I can handle so much politics before I just want to smack any person who brings it up.) I'll admit it, I don't know a whole hell of a lot about politics, but the one thing I do know is that they meddle too much in the world of others "for the greater good" whatever the fuck that means. It's like Sen. Joe McCarthy back in the 50s with his Communist witch hunt. I don't necessarily understand what the big deal with. Paranoia? Was he scared that a communist in this country would talk to someone and then BOOM! change someone into a commy (or is it commie? '-ie' looks more proper)? Last I checked, even back in the 50s, people loved money and communism wasn't all about that. The same holds true today with homosexuality. Just because you talk to someone who lives that 'alternate lifestyle' doesn't mean that you will become a homosexual. Your fellow man is your fellow man. If you don't like the thoughts of homosexuality and the marriages of homosexuals, if you think that it is a sin against God (that thought process just pisses me off to no end.) You can come visit me and I will punch you right in your fucking mouth. Now normally, I don't usually get this riled up over issues, but there are some days when you realize that you need to stop being a fence sitter and pick a side. If you don't like it, fuck off and kiss my ass.

Pictures from Wichita and another from the summer

Here are a couple of pictures from when I was down in Wichita in April before moving to the Island for another summer of work and fun (a lot of fun). One day, Andrea's brother (Adam) and I walked around downtown and found something really fun and interesting. Bronze (I think, some sort of metal at any rate) statues all over the place. Just random scenes. There is one that is a cow with some birds around it just hanging out. I don't get, but then again, I was never really the art type. It is just something that I have never really seen, but then again, I haven't been in too many downtowns of bigger cities to see if they have stuff like this.

This statue we found, obviously, is of an older woman (I would assume a mother, but it could very well be an older sister or possibly aunt.) and a child with the older woman pointing up towards the sky. From my point of view, she is actually pointing towards the top of a large office building, but still...

The situation on the right is a diner. I love diners...there is just something quiet and Rockwellian about them. Something that says "This is America" something that makes you feel good inside about it. The woman behind the counter is your stereotypical looking waitress. It reminded me of the Lincoln Diner Car (I think that is what it was called) in Gettysburg, PA. There were two waitresses and of course they were older and had bags under their eyes, wrinkles all over the place, and had the voices of women who have smoked packs of cheap cigarettes a day since they were in their teens. I just couldn't resist sitting down and having Adam take the picture. I'm sure I wasn't the first, nor will I be the last to do this with the statues, but it is a lot of fun.

And this last picture is from this summer taken at Patrick Sinclair's Irish Pub. (Ahhh, I can almost see Holly and Stephaine's delighted faces as we walk in all set to spend lots of money and give then exorbanent tips and I can hear Doug and Jerry tuning up for another great night.) This was taken on the night of the staff reunion (note the name tags) Trace, Brent, and I (Sorry for covering up your face Brent) are up singing. I do believe it is "More Beer". Brought to us by the one, the only, the sexy and hairy Spaniard: that's right ladies, I'm refering to Trace Dominguez! Jerry got the biggest kick out of that song. I think he also got a bigger kick out of seeing us up there drunk off our asses singing it with no care for pitch or harmony. I swear, we sounded great when we were sober and at work. If you live or are ever in Michigan and you see an advertisment for the Pub Runners (Jerry Belanger and Doug Berkshire) for the love of all things holy GO!!! They are great entertainers and a pair of great guys. And if they have a tip jar out, don't be stingy.

the most promising yet and a beautiful spot

Last week I applied for a job, that's right, a REAL job! It is the museum educator position at Old Cow Town museum. This is the most promising oppertunity since I have moved down to Wichita all the way back in October (the time really has flown by). I'm keeping my fingers crossed. The one thing that really gets my hopes up is that this job was on the market when I was down here in late April, so that means they didn't hire anyone and that also means that no one who was qualified applied for it. Very interesting...

And here is something that I borrowed from Geoff Woodcox. A couple pictures of the Upper Gun platform at Fort Mackinac. In the picture on the left there are two buildings, the Post Hospital (two storied building) and the Hospital Steward's Quarters. And the island across from the upper gun platform is Round Island (in the picture below). Uninhabited except for animals. Actually part of the national forest.

Who do I look like?

This is a fun little website that I was shown which compares a picture of your face to who you most closely resemble. Interesting, isn't it? Now that your brain has been working on who you think you look like, try it out.


Using this picture (taken in 2004) I resemble the following the closest:

Dennis Hopper 54%
Tom Cruise (a la The Last Samurai) 53%
Steven Spielberg 53%
Claude Simon (Nobel Laureate in Literature in 1985) 52%
Walter Mondale (Damn politicians) 51%
Cary Grant (Don't worry, I don't see it either) 48%
and from the other gender: Gillian Anderson 46% (Which rocks because she is hot)

and just for kicks, there is this picture taken in 2005:

Bertolt Brecht (German poet) 57%
Felix Klein (German mathematician) 56%
Dan Simmons (author) 54%
Karl Marx 48% (HA!)

Here is the link:

http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/tryFaceRecognition.php?s=1&u=g0&lang=EN

You have to make a login name and all that junk, just a quick heads up if you dont like doing that sort of thing.

home again

Back home in Wichita after a great visit to Michigan (my true home...I miss snow). Andrea and I drove up in two days starting on the 22nd, and we drove back down in two days starting on the 2nd of january. It was a nice trip and it was GREAT to see some people that I hadn't seen in a long time (some as long as an entire year). And on top of that, I got to see more than five inches of snow! It was warm the entire time I was home, so a lot of it melted away, which was disappointing, but nonetheless it was great. I got to see my nephew for the first time since I moved down to Kansas. Dear lord he has gotten really big. He is almost crawling...the next time I see him, he might even be walking and talking! He was starting to get his first couple of teeth in, so some days he was a little cranky. All in all it was a nice time home and away from warm weather (It was 62 degrees last night when we got back here.)
On our road trip, I realized one important thing...I hate Missouri. The "show-me-state" should be renamed the "show-me-how-to-get-the-fuck-out-of-here-state" It was really boring, Illinois was just as boring, but we were only in the state for about an hour and a half.
And now that we are back home, all we have to do is unpack all the stuff that is cluttering our living room.