Dave Vs. Electricity

2011-10-17T20:38:00.002-05:00

Hey this place is still around....cool(I guess?).

Etadpu

2009-07-01T16:26:00.001-05:00

The Firm Hand of the Law.

2009-05-23T17:02:00.001-05:00

I've developed a habit of driving around without my seatbelt. It started a few years back I think, in the middle of a life crisis. Not really sure why, perhaps a need to to feel like I live dangerously, perhaps a fruit of my fatalistic tendency, either way.....retarded.

Yesterday while sitting in the inescapable traffic jam that is Austin at 5-7 pm. I noticed a constable's cruiser on my left. I had been under the impression that constables serve warrants and don't deal with traffic enforcement but either way I thought it best to try and sneak on my seat belt. We jockied past each other a few times and eventually he merged into my lane behind the car directly behind me...........Perfect time to slip my seat belt on. I sneaked a peak behind me again only to see the car behind me exit and the cop pull up behind me. Sure enough the lights come on....Busted!

I ended up with a citation for not wearing my seat belt and two warnings for not updating my address and not renewing my registration on time, which was cool as he could have fined me for all of them if he wanted to be a dick about it. I realized how bad of a habit it's become when not even five minutes later I drove off again with my seat belt off.

Disclaimer

2009-04-23T18:04:00.003-05:00

I found this on my back. Apparently it was supposed to be on my forehead.

A post is a post is a post.

2009-04-23T16:35:00.002-05:00

My blog has been lacking substance.....I have been lacking substance.

Life has been busy...which is good. Facebook blows chunks and I don't really care about your feelings or what stupid quiz you took and no matter what you do I won't join your effing Mafia.

Oh yeah...Tetris friends is fucking rigged.

I have been tired for over a month. Not complaining just stating a fact.

List of things to do:

-Clean the house

-Fix three cars

-Exercise

-Clean the damn house

-Three piles of laundry( not sure if they're clean, dirty, or just stained)

-Get Kylie to daycare and be on time for work

-Homework

-Brendon's homework

-Side jobs

-Write Mike

-Clean the retarded house

-Yell at the IRS

-Take Kylie for a check up

-Pay the utilities(ooops)

-Clean the fucking house!

Oh yeah I'd like to climb some time too. Thought I'd be cool at work and swing from a scaffold ended up pulling a muscle in my shoulder......there goes climbing.

As usual this message will self- destruct in 15 seconds......Unless the self-destruct mechanism was purchased at Wal-mart or Ikea. If that's the case return it to the nearest location. Or for a less dehumanizing experience: check yourself into Abu Ghraib.

Worst fears.

2009-03-24T17:53:00.002-05:00

My house is chaos, business left undone. My fish hopelessly glide through the filth I have abandoned them to. I am at home yet home seems vacant. I would make myself a meal but that would require breaking the self imposed exile to a couch that is only a shadow of it's former. I will lay here with only the comfort that the monotonous narration of a History Channel documentary can offer, and wait for the slow yet all-encompassing clutches of afternoon sleep.

No wind in my sails

2009-02-25T23:17:00.003-06:00

I've been trying to be positive....no really I have.

Really not sure why I keep this up. Knowing what I know. We're all just a stew of electrons slamming into each other. We are all just drops in the cesspool called humanity. Why bother with keeping your head up?

It would make much more sense if it didn't have to make sense.

Tonight I wouldn't care if some one turned it all off. Tomorrow I'll be positive again....I swear.

Life on a line

2009-02-18T22:08:00.006-06:00

Today I witnessed an accident on the job site. One of the tower cranes on the job swung over into the line of the other tower crane snagging his line and in the process yanking a concrete form and an iron worker who was attached to the form up about 50 feet or so into the air. I had been talking with a co-worker and hadn't really been paying to much attention. Suddenly from the corner of my eye, I a made out a human form swinging above the job site. The first thing that went through my head was "what an idiot......why would he being doing that?". The look of horror on his face snapped me out my flawed reasoning. His co-workers were frantically trying to alert the crane operator of the trouble below. I cringed as I watched his helpless body slam into the guard rail on the third floor and then cringed again as the form followed, slamming against him on the rail as well. Luckily once he was lowered he seemed to just be banged up pretty bad. I'm sure he'll at least have a few broken ribs.

In other news: I finally cleaned my room, fixed my bike, and tomorrow I'm getting cable TV.

Mere mortals

2009-01-31T20:30:00.003-06:00

Today I'm 29........yeash. Friends tell me that 30's are where it's at, I hope they're right. Seems that my 20's just flew by. It's hard to pin point any particular year, they all seem to have melted together into one.

In another sad display of being a mere mortal I have opened a Face Book account. Yes I suppose I'm a hypocrite also.

2009-01-25T23:01:00.003-06:00

Have you ever gazed upon a summer night sky and beheld the full moon in all it's glory?

Have you ever stared upon it's cratered beauty and lost yourself in the Sea of Tranquility?

In this bliss have you ever gazed upon your moon house and wondered on how to sneak to it?

What the hell is a moon house?

N E How

2009-01-25T00:10:00.002-06:00

I suppose I should succumb.

I really have felt no desire to post or at least not post what's been on my mind. I wish I had some cool picture to post, perhaps some avant-garde poetry or a edgy video I had edited myself. Alas I have none of these things. One of these days I shall find something I'm good at and blow the unsuspecting world's mind. Until then I shall continue to bore you with nonsense like this.

Life has been busy though. I seem to perpetually be playing a game of catch-up. Be it bills, work, kids, climbing etc. I feel completely spread thin and no good to anyone. I suppose as long as I still have the ability to poke fun at the rest of the world I'm ok......if that ever goes I'm lost.

4 days off

2008-11-30T22:46:00.003-06:00

Thanksgiving was great! I suppose an update might be nice............. well, keep an eye out.

You hardly ever know.

Moving and meltdown.

2008-10-13T21:40:00.004-05:00

I've been absent a long time.....

Perhaps with or without a valid excuse. I've never been one to write my lack of posting off to busyness. Not that I haven't been busy....I have, yet, one makes time for what one wants to make time for.

I moved over this weekend. A daunting task(shout out to my dawgs :Mike, Jamie, and Ben). The amount of crap that one accumulates over a year is astounding. I fancied myself a minimalist up to this point. My move was complicated my the fact that I had chosen an apartment on the third floor. The understood hardship of moving all my belongings up three flights had been diminished by the prospect of not having to wait in line for the bathroom and not to mention the convenience of things like storage space and vaulted ceilings.....(OK vaulted ceilings probably don't offer convenience but they can really open a room up).

Today the Dow Jones shot up around 9 hundred points. For some reason, upon hearing the news, I felt happy at first and then rather peeved. I was mainly annoyed that I've been alloying a group of greedy hypocondriacs set my mood for the day. Who knows what they'll do tomrrow to get the rest of us to worry ourselves silly.......I'm sick of it really.

So I'm lazy......

2008-09-23T21:52:00.002-05:00

Don't click here....

Hello

2008-08-27T00:38:00.002-05:00

If I could sleep I would..........

Instead of tossing and turning all night I figured a post might bore me, and perhaps you, enough to bring a deep sleep on.

I've hit a spot in my life where writing has become such a chore....as have most things. I seemed to be foiled at all angles. It seems for me, and I'm sure many others share my view, nothing will ever come easy. I'm not one to expect things to just fall in your lap but come on.....(maybe a vote for Obama will bring the change I need)

I've made a resolution (again) to start eating healthy and develop a training routine for climbing. Lately my lifestyle has not been conducive to climbing i.e eating crap, no consistent exercise, going to bed late, drinking. All this coupled with the physical toll my daily work requires has left me little energy by the time I hit the wall.

In other news: I ordered a new phone today. One of those walkie talkie hybrids. I'm sure it will be really cool for about a day or so.

2008-08-20T23:00:00.001-05:00

Where have you been?

2008-07-02T11:30:00.000-05:00

2008-03-20T23:51:00.000-05:00

We have been inconvinient.
Semi-blind, perpetually one second behind
Self-preservation turns to vanity and vantiy to lies.
We trade a chance of happiness for safety.
And there we stay, huddled, scared to look outside.
Settling to expirience each other muted and blurred, in snips.
We've cut our losses.

Phobias

2008-02-10T21:59:00.000-06:00

Here are few phobias I thought interesting. See if anyone can guess what they are. Should be easy enough.

Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia.(.......and their computer chips)

Ithyphallophobia.( sometimes a fear of mine)

Eurotophobia.(not usually something I fear)

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.( The Greeks had a strong sense of irony)

2008-01-06T22:09:00.000-06:00

My mind is a fit throwing 3 year old with ADD.

Oh yeah!..........Happy New Year!

Note to self:

2007-12-10T23:08:00.000-06:00

Always check the washing machine for disposable diapers.
Failure to do so could result in dire consequences.

2007-12-08T18:11:00.000-06:00

So far I have not lifted a finger to anything about Christmas decorating. I actually just recently took the rotten corps of what was the Jack-O-Lantern off my porch after Kylie looked out there and informed me that he was dead.
If it was up to me I wouldn't bother decorating. It's not like I entertain anyone at my place. Being a parent I do feel obliged to put forth some effort in making Christmas special.

So I figure I should start with a tree of some sort. Come to think of it I haven't had to pick out a tree in quite some time. I always just left it up to room mates.

So the big question is at hand. Do I buy a live tree and let it fill the house with the lovely scent that freshly butchered trees give, along with the needles? Or do I buy one that comes in a box along with the feeling that I just lost part of my soul, but can be reused for year and years to come, thus saving the lives of perhaps dozens of happy little trees?

So now I will contemplate the choice at hand while creating a new definition for pathetic: Eating a microwave chicken pot pie, alone, on a Saturday evening, while listening to sappy alt rock.

Sometimes + = -

2007-12-07T22:51:00.000-06:00

I got a pay raise last week. A meager 1.4 percent. Not one to complain too much, after all 35 cents an hour more can add up.... well a little. Assuming I work 40 hours a week that would add up to 14 dollars more every payday. 14 dollarsa week could pay for a gym membership or maybe cable t.v. or a case of beer...OK a case of cheap beer(Natty Ice?)

Turns out it all was elaborate scheme cooked up by my dear old Uncle Sam and his toadies down at the IRS. By giving me this pittance of a raise they have all too slyly bumped me up to the next tax bracket which means that they will "legally" get to take my well deserved 14 dollars a week as well as about 80 cents that was initially mine to take home.

Bummers dude....

Die Emo kids!(It's ok I think they want to)

2007-12-02T21:43:00.000-06:00

I haven't laughed this hard in a while. Watch this. For more info on Emo go here.

Five years

2007-11-30T22:45:00.001-06:00

Could be an album cover for the worst christian rock band ever.
Could also be an album cover for the worst christian rock band ever.

Flexibility

2007-11-29T23:17:00.000-06:00

One thing about climbing is that once you start you begin to get these urges to climb everything in sight,this may include building columns, trees, telephone poles or your living room walls.

Yesterday I thought it would be fun to climb between the walls of my hallway and move down the length of it as close to the ceiling as possible...you know like ninjas do in movies. I happened to be in my underpants as well. All was going well till I came to my bathroom doorway and tried to maneuver around it. Unfortunately I have not mastered the art of climbing down hallways and fell about 7 ft to the ground with a thud. Luckily my son was the only other person in the house, and he just came of of his room and gave me a look that seemed to express embarrassment, disbelief and amusement all at once.

I've recently, after much slacking, made a serious effort to start climbing again, mainly bouldering. After an intense week or two I've come to the realization that I am stuck at a mediocre level and that I lack the flexibility to advance to the next level. Luckily my local rock gym offers a yoga class for climbers. So I made a commitment to go in once a week.....heh.

I'll keep you posted.

Feliz Dia de Guajolote

2007-11-22T15:25:00.000-06:00

Happy Thanks G to one and all. I'm thankful to have family and friends. I'm thankful that my health is intact and that I haven't lost any limbs this year. And today I'm especially thankful for coffee....good, sweet life giving coffee.

Now excuse me while I express my deep thanks and gratitude by stuffing my face with goodies.

Things I would have done.

2007-11-18T16:36:00.001-06:00

I was going to post some pics and video clips right now but as luck would have it Blogger is unwilling to upload my junk...er media. I will instead now download my favorite podcast and attempt to cure my ever worsening case of writer's block.

Screw it! I'm just gona go climbing instead.

Mexican sensibility.

2007-11-12T21:36:00.000-06:00

10/28/07

2007-10-28T22:26:00.000-05:00

" Civilization shouts,gives orders, writes rules, puts man in institutions, and intimidates him with a thousand irritating directives. In turn it offers him protection, soul salvation, and a living if he can find it. Nature looks down on him and broods in silence. It's noises of running streams and wind in the trees are it's own, not directed at but soothing to him because he heard them long before he heard the noises of civilization."

Walter Prescott Webb

Eat more Chikin.

2007-10-25T18:56:00.000-05:00

I think I have contracted a slow developing form of Bovine Spongiform. This would explain my incapability to express an intelligent thought, much less write one down.

As usual, chaos seems to constantly wedge it's way in to my ,as of yet, unachievable Utopian life, usually in the form of over sized pile of could be clean-could also be dirty laundry.

On a positive note- I did manage to cook up my first ever successful kick-ass stir-fry lo mein. Kudos?

10/12/07

2007-10-11T22:03:00.000-05:00

Qua sum ego?.................

To you know who:

2007-08-30T21:57:00.000-05:00

In some respects
I suspect you've got a respectable side
When pushed and pulled and pressured
You seldom run and hide
But it's for someone elses benefit
Not for what you wanna do
Until I realize that you've realized
I'm gonna say these words to you

You don't know what love is
You do as you're told
Just as a child at ten might act
But you're far too old
You're not hopeless or helpless
And I hate to sound cold
But you don't know what love is...
You just do as you're told

I can see your man
Cant help but win
Any problems that may arise
But in his mind there can be no sin
If you never criticize
You just keep on repeating
All those empty "I love you's"
Until you say you deserve better
I'm gonna lay right into you

You don't know what love is
You just do as you're told
Just as a child of ten might act
But you're far too old
Your not hopeless or helpless
And I hate to sound cold
But you don't know what love is
No you don't know what love is
No you don't know what love is

You just do as you're told
You do as you're told

A moot point to moot.

2007-08-22T22:34:00.000-05:00

I have successfully leased my very own apartment. This turned out to be quite a loathsome task once I realized what sort of place my meager budget would allot me.
Austin, being a college town, gets an influx of apartment renters at the end of summer, and to no surprise the local real estate hench-persons have caught on to this little nugget of information and have, probably against their own good human nature, decided to use this contrivance for their personal gain.

O.k.....so I picked a bad time to move.

So the predicament at hand is: Due to the fact that our local broadband provider has slyly set up what appears in every sense of the word to be a monopoly and can thus charge me, being a choiceless consumer, what it pleases for services rendered. I am forced to choose between cable t.v. and broadband Internet. Watching the Discovery\National Geo channels is a great way to spend an evening by yourself and not to mention the great tool the cartoon network can be in distracting children when your trying to get "important" business done. Life however, would not be the same without the endless trough of information that Wikipedia has so graciously laid at my fingertips.

Meanwhile .... children are starving in Darfur.

08/13/07

2007-08-13T19:14:00.000-05:00

The life is insane right now.......... I'll get back to it as soon as possible.

07/03/07

2007-07-03T23:39:00.000-05:00

I'm feeling the need to add an entry to my increasingly devoid of substance blog. I'm sure all my regulars, not that I actually ever had any such enthusiasts, have long abandoned this wasteland. Those of you who have remained faithful, if there be any, will one day sit at my right hand and reap the benefits that one reaps from sitting at my right hand......Anywho.

I will not bore you with the details of my everyday happenings or the humdrum of my mundane existence. It will have to suffice to say that not too much has happened as of late that you, my most esteemed readers, would consider interesting much less entertaining.

There remains only the matter of residence.

I have, for the past two years of glorious bachelorhood, lived with my brother and his lovely wife. All has been fine and dandy, but we've all agreed before hand that this would be the last year we all stayed together, by that I mean that they would prefer that I move out(heh).
I considered getting a room mate, but one can't be too careful about who you have sleeping in the next room, and any suitable candidates have since flaked out on me. So it seems set. I must get my own place. I actually enjoy the thought of going home to an empty house, where I must answer to no one. I shall come and go as I please and sneaking fat chicks in and out will be a thing of the past(I kid.... no really... I kid, everyone knows I could never actually bag one).

Now the hunt begins..........for an apartment that is.

5/20/07

2007-05-20T22:19:00.000-05:00

REAL MEN DRIVE TRUCKS.

Turns out the grand bargain I got on my Subaru wasn't so grand. Granted I did only spend 600 dollars to buy it, and it came with a functional AC, which is a must here in Texas, unless you're Mexican. Apparently this little car has a sporadic acceleration problem that, up to this point,has baffled myself, the overpaid bastards at my sole local Subaru dealership, and of course, the retards down at the tune up franchise. The car runs and has not left me stranded yet( knock on wood), but all the good is constantly overshadowed by this performance problem(heh).

I have come to the conclusion that I must have a truck. Not just any truck. I want a good ol' fashioned American made Ford, Dodge, or Chevrolet....in that order. I want something with a bench seat, enough room to climb in the engine compartment, and enough ground clearance to crawl right under it without pulling out the jack and a 2x4. This is not a product of low self-esteem. This is me being practical. Being an electrician, I continually find myself in need of one.......besides, it sucks when you have to tell people that you borrowed the truck you're driving from your sister-in-law.

5/15/07

2007-05-15T16:19:00.000-05:00

THOW SHALT NOT!

5/15/07

2007-04-21T22:45:00.000-05:00

Too many times it seems I look upon this decaying unused heap of a blog and feel the guilt of laziness and broken promises. Every once in a while the guilt becomes powerful enough to rouse me from my mental inertness and propels me into the often loathed, menial, task of posting.

Here's a quote that struck me recently.

" Every asylum in this nation is filled with poor souls
who simply cannot stand lanolin, cellophane,
plastic, television, and subdivisions."

-Ignatius J. Reilly
"A Confederacy of Dunces"

While I'm still quoting. Here's one I thought all too fitting.

" Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra. When suddenly it flips, pinning you beneath. At night the ice weasels set in.

-Matt Groening

03/27/07

2007-03-27T22:17:00.000-05:00

Oh for the simple joys of transverse fission.......

03/20/07

2007-03-20T22:03:00.000-05:00

Ask me if I care.............
No really........
IF..... I ever cared.....

Yawn.......

2007-01-17T21:15:00.000-06:00

My miserable little world has frozen over for the past three days. Which hasn't really been too much of a big deal but..... most Texans, or southerners for that matter, can't drive in the snow for beans or other more choice expletives.
Being that my job site has closed down due the weather, I have been forced to lay around the house doing a whole lot of nothing. You may wonder why I haven't posted much then, but it just wouldn't seems like the thing to do.... I mean that's what everyone else would want me to do.....and let's just face it I couldn't just go along with it. So to weather the boredom I've been venturing out in the ice and snow to drink way more coffee than I'm used to drinking and debate the finer points of philosophy and existentialism with..... well the best person I can think of when it comes to debating philosophy and existentialism. As well as the occasional nasty IM chat-off.
Tomorrow I must return to work, and even though I will welcome my reacquired busyness, I will have to say that I will also miss this not so entirely wasted-wasted time.

12/15/06

2006-12-15T16:33:00.000-06:00

Pillaged

Last night my job site was raided by some teenage hooligans. We first noticed it in the morning when we opened one of the electrical rooms and found that someone had sprayed it down with a fire extinguisher and everything was covered in about a 1/4 inch of white powder. Next we found that someone had pushed a material cart down one of the unfinished elevator shafts as well as thrown rolls of toilet paper down leaving white streamers gently fluttering in the passing breeze. Last but definitely not least, one of these fine youths, had to the surprise and I'm sure horror of the discovering pipe-fitters, felt the need to crap on a scissor lift.

These fine youngsters are the bright hope for tomorrow.

12/13/06

2006-12-13T22:04:00.000-06:00

A certain friend reminded me of my goal of posting daily. Oops.

Part of my responsibilities as a Journeyman Electrician is having an apprentice work under me or sometimes several apprentices. This is usually not a bad part of work as it can be rewarding to be able to pass some knowledge on to someone else. However, when your apprentice is a 300 pound Slav with a short temper and a chip on his shoulder things can get out of hand. It's quite common to hear a thundering " I kill you mother bitch" when a suggestion on how to do a particular job is made that he doesn't agree with. Managing this guy is sort of like trying to point a charging rhino in the right direction, letting him go , and then you just have to hope he stays on course. This guy can literally and has on a couple occasions picked me up by the shirt collar.
You gotta love those Slavs!

12/09/06

2006-12-09T20:32:00.000-06:00

Picked up a new book today titled Battles of the Medieval world 1000-1500( sweet!) I'm sure all you fellow history dorks....I mean buffs will share in my joy.

William the Conqueror was originally named William the Bastard.

Look at the lengths he went to change his name. If that's not a motivator I don't know what is. Sort of like Johnny Cash's "boy named sue".

11/30/06

2006-11-30T18:53:00.001-06:00

I froze my balls off today........ actually they were pretty warm thanks to my new overalls, but I froze most everything else.

11/28/06

2006-11-28T23:02:00.000-06:00

Winter is looming.

A wise man plans ahead.

So being an electrician I am obliged to keep myself warm with this seasons finest fashions.

My very own pair of lined bib overalls! Add some thermal underware................................. and who could resist the dashing look of a fine young tradesman sporting the latest in hard hat liner fashion?

2006-11-25T12:46:00.000-06:00

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

-Tyler Durden

11/25/06

2006-11-25T11:47:00.000-06:00

Got back last night after spending a few days outside San Antonio for Thanksgiving.
Had a great time. Unfortunately the much anticipated Thanksgiving football game never quite took off. Ended up throwing a baseball around with a few other guys. Eventually someone produced a baseball bat(more like a t-ball bat) and we then took turns hitting it. After having a six-pack on an empty stomach and when using an undersized bat, a baseball can be surprisingly hard to hit. I looked more like I was trying to fight off bees.
Thanks to Tim and co. we were all entertained to a pre-dinner home made explosives show. Dinner was great other than the fact that I came under a terrible allergy attack, it seems that anytime I take more than 2 days off work I get sick with something.
Spent the next day with my parents at Lake Medina playing mini-golf and feeding the hundreds of almost tame deer(Kylie calls them "bambis"}that roam the park.
Now I'm home to face the piles of dirty laundry, unmade beds, and dirty bathrooms that I had left in the hurry to get to Thanksgiving dinner.

BP and KB

2006-11-22T16:16:00.000-06:00

11/22/06

2006-11-22T13:41:00.000-06:00

I've decided that I would try to change the way I blog from a few random posts a month to more of a daily entry. Everyone, including myself , tends to excuse their lack of posting as "I just don't have time" or " I'm bored of my blog" but we all actually have 5 minutes a day to write something down. Anyway.....We'll see how this goes. I personally have a whole half-day to myself right now, as I did some lobbying at work and convinced the majority of the crew that they deserved to take the rest of the day being that it is the day before Thanksgiving. So, being in a union does have it's perks...
Tomorrow I'll take the kids to San Antonio to spend Thanksgiving with family and friends. I'm supposed to bring pie and alcohol(Heh). I figured if I get some good liquor it won't matter what kind of pie I bring. I might try and get a good ol' fashion Thanksgiving football game going.
Happy Thanksgiving to all family and friends who won't be there. You will be missed.

20 Flight Rock

2006-11-03T15:30:00.000-06:00

For some reason I'm not sure why,I started singing Eddie Cochran's 20 Flight Rock at work today. Half-way through I suddenly got the premise of the song. Basically a guy has a girlfriend who lives in a high rise and he really wants to screw but the elevator is broken so he has to climb 20 stories to "get some". When he finally reaches the 20th floor he's too tired to "do the nasty". I'm sure it's evident to most of you, but I've been singing this song as long as I can remember. It was always just a fun song. I never really thought about it before. Then I remembered performing it with my brothers and sisters at old folks homes while my dad accompanied us on the guitar....... Shame on you old man!

Sometimes.....

2006-11-01T19:17:00.000-06:00

......you just don't want to get back on.

Learn to swim.

2006-11-01T15:46:00.000-06:00

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this

Silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.

Do you see my new shoes?

2006-10-26T23:07:00.000-05:00

I broke down and bought a new pair of climbing shoes after I came to the realization that the used pair I had got off Craig's List weren't going to cut the mustard anymore.
I had listened to and read the advice of many different climbing enthusiast and many seemed to adhere to the notion that when selecting a climbing shoe it's good to go a size down from what you would normally wear in a street shoe. The idea being that it forces all your weight onto your big toe(being the stronger one) while curling your other toes down and toward the big toe thus making it easier to wedge your foot into different holds. Also a tighter shoe allows for greater sensitivity. Some will go as far as to say that if doesn't hurt your feet than they're too loose.
After trying on a few pair, I settled on one. It seemed very tight but, being an over achiever, I figured it was just me being a pussy and that I would eventually get used to it..... I was wrong! I haven't been in such pain in years. I felt like a cripple trying to hobble up the walls. Once I got to the top it hurt too much to climb down and I wouldn't dare jump down for fear of the pain the shoes would cause as I hit the floor. Luckily a guy I had met there had also just bought a different pair for the same price but wanted the pair I had. We ended up trading shoes. The pair I traded for ended up being just right.
Saturday I'll being trying them out on my first out-door climb......Wish me luck.....

2006-10-11T20:59:00.000-05:00

It's not that I've lost interest in you. It's not that you've done anything wrong.
...It's not you.
...It's me.
...It's just that there's someplace else I'd rather be.

I'm at a ross for lurds

2006-09-15T21:42:00.000-05:00

These Guys Pointed me in the general direction....when I came across THIS. WTF?

Short or Wrong?...

2006-09-13T20:19:00.000-05:00

My life, it seams, is a series of bad haircuts.

I should have known better than to step in. Must have been the allure of the clever national chain advertising. Numerous good looking,vibrant, smiling faces overjoyed with their haircuts and the new found confidence. I too could be one of those people! If I just had the haircut to match.
So I proceed to take a seat in the barbers chair. As I wait for the stylist(butcher) to arrive I notice that that she is conversing with her co-worker. My stomach turns as I relize they are speaking to each other in what I assume is Vietnamese. I foresee a communications problem so I painstakingly explain to her in my clearest English how I would like my haircut. Mama always said that in life "We don't always get what we like", apparently this is will be one of those times.
I soon found myself having to defend my preference in hairstyle. I cringe as she shaves of a section of hair that she didn't deem appropriate and then to add to my torture, have to remind her that since she shaved off one side she would have to do the same to the other.
I leave the chair feeling violated in every sense of the word. Yet still I find that for some reason beyond rational thought, I feel obligated to tip.

Turns out my cut wasn't quite "Super".

Mental Frustipation

2006-08-28T23:14:00.000-05:00

.....For lack of a better term.

I would slay a minotaur with my bare hands for a backrub!

Oh well...

Cosmic Irony

2006-07-19T01:31:00.000-05:00

Definition: The idea that fate, destiny, or a god controls and toys with human hopes and expectations; also, the belief that the universe is so large and man is so small that the universe is indifferent to the plight of man; also called irony of fate

This is my struggle: To see beyond the disappointments of today, the unforeseen debacle, the seemingly divine malice. To Trust: a simple notion, yet so difficult.
To know that everything will work out. To know that bewilderment will turn to understanding. To learn that love , though painful at times, is not weakness but the purpose of our existence. To live one day at a time. To enjoy the ride.

2006-06-23T22:16:00.000-05:00

Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.

George Carlin

2006-06-21T21:19:00.000-05:00

With just a look they shook
And heavens bowed before him.
Simply a look can break your heart.
The stars that pierce the sky,
He left them all behind.
We’re left to wonder why
He left us all behind

Dave Vs. The Javaman

2006-06-21T20:35:00.000-05:00

I have resolved to give up coffee

Jamie and Heidi went out of town on vacation for a week. Heidi usually makes the coffee in the morning, or at least she sets the coffee pot up. Suddenly having been placed in the situation where I have to make my own, I became inspired to give it up all together.
I had actually been thinking about it for a while now. Over the past few years, due to my daily schedule, I've found that it's been an increasingly easy habit to get into. Don't get me wrong now! I don't have a problem with coffee drinkers. I just can't stand the thought of being dependent on it, or anything else for that matter. I often find myself walking out of the room when a good TV show is on so that I don't feel like a have to keep up with the next episode.
How hard could it be? I've given up a lot of things recently i.e sex,alcohol( right), sanity, dignity. Besides, I never actually liked coffee in the first place.
The first day I got up, ate and left the house. About an hour after I got to work the Javaman let loose. I was overcome with tiredness and spent the rest of the day in semi-state of consciousness. I found myself getting headaches in the evening from caffeine withdrawals. I really didn't think I was that addicted. I have found however, that everyday it gets a little easier. I'm now in my second week of being nearly coffee free, and have never felt better(RIGHT!).....Actually I do feel pretty good, dare I say I even have a positive attitude?

We'll see how it goes......

Dave vs. The Texas heat.

2006-06-14T21:29:00.000-05:00

Up in the mornin'
Out on the job
I work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun's got nothin' to do
But roll, roll around heaven all day.

It's been over 100 degrees outside and as luck would have it they have me working outside. To compound my troubles, my truck has been overheating. Which means no AC.
I set out to tackle the problem,I started by changing the thermostat. After the problem continued, I proceeded to change the radiator cap and then the fan clutch. Still the little truck continued to overheat. Yesterday I had to drive home with the heater on just to make it home. After pealing my sweaty, nasty, stankass out of the truck I concluded that it had to be either the radiator or the water pump.
One way to test your water pump is to wait till the engine warms up and disconnect the radiator return hose from the radiator. If water comes flowing out of the engine then you know your water pump is probably still good.*(water coming from the engine will most likely be extremely hot!!! It will scaled your hands) I knew this, yet I was so pissed at my truck that I didn't care.
After I eliminated the water pump from my list of probable culprits, I went ahead and removed the radiator and hand it cleaned out at a shop. I finally installed it tonight....All seems well. Now I will let the sweet conditioned air flow over my glistening sweat soaked body!

2006-06-10T00:37:00.000-05:00

Start Wearing Purple

Close encounters

2006-06-04T22:51:00.000-05:00

I am on vacation in Florida (been walking around in sandals and all) It's been great!( other than a case of poison ivy). Flew from Houston to Jacksonville and the next day drove down to Orlando. Met up with my sisters and some old friends for dinner and the next day we hit Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure. Spent about 10 hrs between the 2 parks. They have some awesome rollercoasters and 3D rides. I actually was able to get Brendon on a few of the rides( which is a big deal). Spent most of today sleeping and recovering.

Rhymes with Dave

2006-05-12T17:40:00.000-05:00

There was a hermit named Dave.
He kept an old whore in his cave.
She was minus a tit and smelled just like s*@t
But look at the money he saved.

Summer sky.

2006-05-09T21:56:00.000-05:00

Brown eyes gaze,her heart's been razed.
locked in deep,around the monster creeps.
Oceans fill,from the tears she spills.
Fears set free, she'll never come to be.

Stars falling from this summer sky.
By and by the whole world ignites.
Dreams to be. Dreams, not for me.
The dry earth quakes, she begins to wake.

Brown eyes gaze upon the cursed face.
The souless beast,on her will never feast.
For he has fled, his heart's been bled.
Lost is he in his trite to-be

Stars falling from this summer sky.
By and by the whole world ignites.
Dreams to be. Dreams, not for me.
The dry earth quakes, she begins to wake.

Brown eyes gaze, upon the earth awake.
This place so green, could not be a dream.
life set free for her will always be.
A hint to take...I will never wake.

Stars falling from this summer sky.
By and by the whole world ignites.
Dreams to be. Dreams, for me.
The dry earth quakes, I begin to wake.

Amendment

2006-05-09T21:40:00.000-05:00

The previous post was a shameless display of low self-esteem. I would like to distance myself from the afore mentioned statement. The fault lies solely on a closet case of MPD.

....the paper it's printed on.

2006-05-09T00:35:00.000-05:00

Not worth the phone call.
Not worth giving up for.
Not worth the jealous roomate.
Not worth my reputation.
Not worth what others might think.
Not worth taking a chance on.
Not worth the risk.
Not worth the morning after.
Not worth the moment.
Not worth the drink.

Dave Vs. the scissor lift

2006-05-04T22:51:00.000-05:00

Got in a fight with the scissor lift at work the other day. Have to say the lift won this one, as I'm lucky to have my head intact. A lot goes through your mind when you relise you might be resposible for your own decapitation. Anyway I got off with a sore head and swollen ear. I had no idea an ear could swell up to such a size. Not to mention the bruised ego.

Hey there.

2006-05-03T21:41:00.000-05:00

I must have lost my mind.
Must have been the overtime.
All the self-imposed worry and busyness.
How could I forget?

Then out of nowhere it hits like a Mack Truck.
The deafening shatter of everything else.
All is quiet.
Through what's been heard or said, I'm taken back.
Now it's just you and me.
You and me.
Life was simple.

Are you ever proud of me?

2006-04-27T22:43:00.000-05:00

Why do you never sing in church on Sundays?
Why won’t you ever go all the way?
You’re floating towards heavenly hell
Hanging from the rafters like a church bell
You're light years away from reality
Lonely, and lost in a white Russian galaxy

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head?
Who knows?

Dante's Inferno

2006-04-24T21:59:00.000-05:00

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Moderate
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Dave vs. the shifter.

2006-04-22T21:38:00.000-05:00

While changing my clutch the other day, (see preceding post) I ran into one of many snags. This particular one involved the gear shifter. In order to get at the clutch one must first drop the tranny and one of the many step to lowering the transmission is to remove the shifter.
Removing the shifter would seem like one of the easiest parts of the entire process, and it actually is, but due to an error in the Hanes manual( It seems I wasted 17 bucks),I was led astray. After stipping out what I thought was the correct bolt ,out of sheer frustration, I ended up cutting the shifter off with a hack saw.
I proceeded to lower the transmission, change the clutch, and reinstall the transmission. Now came the question of what to do about the shifter. I came up with what seemed like a brilliant idea (ok brilliant for 9 pm on easter Sunday when you haven't had dinner yet). I would drill a hole in each of the adjoining pieces of the shifter, insert a metal dowel(in this case the shaft of an old screwdriver) in the hole, and apply a good metal apoxy.
It seemed to work just fine,though in the back of my mind,I knew it wouldn't last.
Sure enough, a few days later while getting on the interstate, I slammed it into gear and it broke off. I was then stuck on the side of the road and I needed to get to class. To top things off it sarted poring rain( Thanks Jesus! I know you might think it's funny.....Who am I kidding I would have too if it wasn't me) After digging around for a few minutes I came upon an old pair of vice-grips. I clamped it down on the base part of the shifter and then placed the shifter ball on the vice- grip handle. It eneded up working nicely. I drove around like that for a few days 'till I could get someone to weld the shifter back together.
Lesson learned?.....Don't leave home with out a pair of vice-grips

Dave Vs. The Clutch.

2006-04-17T21:42:00.000-05:00

The clutch on my truck has been slipping for about a month now. It's also been getting harder and harder to shift gears. So I decided that this weekend would be a good time to change it out. I've changed a clutch once before on a 93 Honda Civic.
It was a terrible job that I spanned out over a few weeks. After a few nights of scrubbing the my grease coverd body at 3 am I resolved never to have to do it again, at least not on a front wheel drive automobile. This time would be different they all said. Rear wheel drive vehicles are a lot easier. .....So I thought!....So said all the experts!
The one thing you must never forget when you're considering a "do it yourself" job on your car is to always factor in Murphey's law, which in it's simplest of forms states: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. I really wouldn't have a problem taking it to a mechanic. Expect for the 5 or 6 hundred dollar price tag. You know me always eager to save some hard earned money.
So I set out on what was to be a 24 hour journey spanning two days. 24 hours of sliding around on my back (which by the way now looks like I was a linching victim). 24 hours of rust and dirt falling in my face. 24 hours of busting my knuckles. 24 hours of a plethra of curse words which eventually just dumbed down to a repetative shout of S.O.B.
Lesson learned!! I will no longer atempt a heavy duty job like this unless: I have enough time, the proper tools, a good pair of gloves and a back-up vehicle.

Thank you for the Venom

2006-04-10T23:19:00.000-05:00

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

Implication:

2006-04-08T13:23:00.000-05:00

I dont know the meaning of the word........or do I?

2006-04-04T00:24:00.000-05:00

You know who you are.....
You know what to do.....

That's journeyMAN to you!

2006-03-31T19:43:00.000-06:00

I finally took my state test today. A four hour grueling test, comprising of what could possibly the most boring written form of english compiled in one book. I breezed through most of the 80 questions but there were about 5 or 6 that really had me stumped. I finally said "what the hell" and turned in the results and......I passed, a good thing as it costs 100 dollars everytime you have to take it.
I haven't been this happy in a long time. I've had to go through 4 1/2 years of apprenticeship(most of the time I would tell people I was going to quit). I guess all that's left now is to do what electricians do best.....drink and blow their money on strippers.

The ass pirates have had me!

2006-03-26T23:20:00.000-06:00

I'm glad that I can wake up every morning and look myself in the mirror, with dignity,knowing that I make an honest living. I thank the gods that I have not engorged myself on soda and cheetos while driving around downtown every night following my helpless victims. Watching them drive around in frustration, looking endlessly for a parking spot. I'm thankfull that I don't rub my hands in glee while drooling with delight as they park at the empty Jack-in the-crack parking lot at 9 pm while running over for ten minutes to pick up some Thai food to go. I would hold myself in contept if I stole peoples vehicles and held them for a ransom of 135 dollars and 46 cents plus the cost of cab fare to the middle of Bum Fuck Egypt.

Flipper died a natural death. He caught a nasty virus.

2006-03-24T17:29:00.000-06:00

Viruses suck! I got one on my comp which deleted certain files from windows and now I can't access the internet. Don't ask me how I got this virus as I won't incriminate myself. Anyway I'm waiting on a friend to lend me his copy of Windows XP so I can reinstall.
I'm changing the poll. It appears that most of you prefer big boobies, or at least those who do, voted more. I'm disappointed with the poor showing that the Man-boob fans gave.

2006-03-13T23:00:00.000-06:00

Cantankerous Captain Curmudgeon,
always swinging your bludgeon.
Dashing to pieces hopes and dreams.
What a terrible flail you fling.

With your untimely graying hair,
and your sad reddened stare.
With your stupid trembling hands,
and your crazy made up plans.

Constraining Captain Curmudgeon,
how long I've been in your dungeon.
Constantly you smother me.
I swear one day to bury thee.

So hold your head up high.
Rest your tired eyes.
Clench your trembling hands
and make the best of plans.

Callous Captain Curmudgeon,
always swinging your bludgeon.
Take your best shot at me,
your apathy will be the end of thee.

Betterman:

2006-03-12T22:48:00.000-06:00

she lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
she dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
can't find a better man
can't find a better man

My advice(not that anyone would listen), is to not be the "better man". It's hard to think of a worse way to go through life. What a stupid noble creature. Instead, be one she lies awake thinking of at 3 am....The one that "sees her". While the blind better man lies asleep next to her exhausted from a long day of being the....Better Man.

Cogito, ergo doleo.

2006-03-07T22:53:00.000-06:00

hi8us.........

2006-02-19T10:59:00.000-06:00

Winter Olympics?

2006-02-17T21:13:00.000-06:00

Today started out like most other Fridays...nothing out of the ordinary. Got to work 5 minutes late, which is pretty ordinary for me. The usual joking comments from co-workers when you arrive late. The usual long empty stare at the blue prints ( actually a refined art which involves bullshitting with a co-worker about the previous weekends exploits with an occasional hand gesture towards the ceiling as to give the appearance that you're actually doing some work).
Nine o'clock break came around and I sounded the "break horn"(actually a 5 foot long piece of pipe which I bent into the shape of a horn, which sounds like the one on 13th warrior). I bought the usual coke off the "Taco Truck" ( a grease ridden bread truck from which one can purchase a tantalizing assortment of fine Mexican rot-gut).
It was on the walk back from break that it hit me. Like the rumbling of distant thunder, it started at the top of my stomach. I brushed it off. "I'm sure it's nothing". "I'll just hold off 'till after I get off work". Besides, there was no way in hell that I was going to use the port-o-let.
For all those who don't know, a port-o-let (a.k.a port-o-john, crapper, shitter or Mexican swimming pool) is marketed as a portable waste management facility. In reality it's a portal or dimension-door which leads to the depths of hell. A glimpse of Lucipher's throne room, where the most vile and despicable imps are born and sent forth to torture the miserable inhabitants of the world above.
By the time I got back to my building the distant rumbling had turned into a war zone. Like a controlled demolition, the explosions moved down my stomach and into my bowels. I immediately began the 150 yard dash to the nearest group of port-o-lets. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. No matter how fast I went, it seemed I would never get there. The first of the two crappers was occupied. The second, well....some low-life had taken it upon himself to defecate on the seat. If I ever get my hands on them..... I scanned the job site for another bathroom. The nearest one was another 100 yards or so away. I begin to run again( queue chariots of fire theme). This one is empty and somewhat clean. After strategically placing some paper on the seat. I proceed to sit down and am hit by sub-freezing 20mph wind streaming down the vent pipe and onto bare skin( profanity ensued).
Needless to say my ordinary day ended up not so ordinary. When I find out who poisoned me, I swear there will be hell to pay!

Happy St. Valentines

2006-02-14T23:20:00.000-06:00

It's Valentines day, and love is in the air(or the lack thereof). I'm sure this question has been asked many times, but I'd like to hear other opinions.

Can one really fall in love with someone they've never actually met?

You often will hear someone profess love for people they don't actually know i.e. heads of state, religious leaders, celebrities, internet acquaintances. I personally think it's a pile of rubbish, but I've been wrong before.

2006-02-12T21:49:00.000-06:00

Some people say my blog can be depressing.......

............How 'bout them apples?

Hung!.....Over

2006-02-12T10:50:00.000-06:00

Went down to 6th St. last night. Met up with my sister and a bunch of her really rich college friends. I have to say I was completely out of my element. Most of them ended up being pretty cool though.
It was freezing!
I drank way too much!
I don't remember much...
I normally only stick to beer and maybe some yager, but last night I threw all caution to the wind. Ended up drinking rum and coke, yager,and bourbon along with about 8 beers. Not a good mixture. Threw up for the first time in about 6 years.
Throwing up is a good time for pause and reflection, although the deepest thing that went through my mind was: I have a decent body and my face isn't entirely repulsive...Yeah!....so why don't the femmes mack on me?

The Won

2006-02-10T19:40:00.000-06:00

With wind in my hair and sweat on my face,
I'm about to win this race.
With high ambition and god-like speed,
off my glory they will feed.
Here comes the finish line,
watch me fly by....Just behind that other guy.

No mater how high I jump,
no mater how fast I run,
I will never be THE ONE .
The gold on my neck will never gleam.
My anthem they will never sing.
For I am the one and only.....Next best thing.

2006-02-09T22:12:00.000-06:00

Am I alone in here?

Knew you were here,
Sister confirms suspicions,
And beside the note,
You left on my bed
Where I held you so close.
Did you think I'd forget?
Couldn't be more of a mess,
For to breathe,
Used to be another way,
I'd take you in.

Well it's time to wake up,
And separate feelings
That I keep falling into.
Each seem like good reasons,
That I feel a break down,
I don't care if it shows up,
I'm praying this for you,
'Til it's answered I'll say.

Now it seems there's a choice,
That began with a break,
So today,
Know that never again,
Will I know you that way.

Am I alone in here?

GREAT!

2006-02-09T00:14:00.000-06:00

Apparently I've been tagged....Along with everyone else in the blogging world. I didn't know I was in the game, although that's what this is all about.....A big game.

First of all,why am I posting about this? Who really gives a damn! Posting a list of my desired traits in a partner is really going to improve my chances?The truth is most us just breeze through these things looking for some reassurance that we have these damn traits that others find attractive. Of course we all think that we posses these traits, regardless of the truth. In truth if it happens ...It happens. Inevitably,we will settle for the bad along with the good. The lucky ones will learn not to care so much and the rest of us will just lie to ourselves.

I despise the notion of internet romance/dating!!! It's like buying a car because it looked cool on the commercial. What you see in not what you get. Even the MPG rating is usually a crock of optimistic crap.

So I will break it down to one trait, as I said before,the rest really doesn't matter.

1.)Just be a darling........And I will be too.

2006-02-04T22:03:00.000-06:00

26 down...24 to go (if all goes well).

Ohm's Law

2006-02-01T22:46:00.000-06:00

Time to crank start the old thought machine! State exam at the end of the month.

2006-02-01T17:27:00.000-06:00

Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers.
Are you too good to tango with a poor poor boy?

2006-01-28T03:51:00.000-06:00

From the depths of your eyes, I can see they're all lies.
Yet I want to believe. Does that make me naive?

Oh but those eyes, those eyes...I am lost in those eyes.

So I'll shut myself off. No, I'll cut myself off.
The mind will protect what the heart would infect.

Oh but your eyes, your eyes...I am lost in your eyes.

So before I decree what my own doom will be,
let me reason the cause for my treason.

Oh but those eyes, those eyes....I am lost...

Tools/terms of the trade.

2006-01-26T23:26:00.000-06:00

Hickey
Pecker Head
Wiggy
Strippers
Dykes
Rabbit Gun

.....and of course!
Beer:30

Anarchism?

2006-01-22T22:42:00.000-06:00

I've noticed more and more lately the use of the term "Anarchy". Usually invoked by teenagers in what I assume is an attempt to emphasize their attachment to Punk Rock ideology. I dare say that in most cases the user of this term really has no idea what they're talking about. When I have asked the question "What is Anarchism?", a typical response would be..." It's like..Uhhh...nobody telling you what to do...man".
In reality Anarchism is a loose term that covers an array of political and religious ideologies. While I do admire some of the great thinkers that held some of these beliefs, such as Tolstoy, I have to say that in a practical sense it would never work. In it's simplest forms Anarchism, like Communism, and other utopian ideologies relies on the "goodness of human nature". We all know where that can and usually does lead. Besides, when all is said and done someone/thing will always rise to the top and lead or take control. Unfortunately it's usually the man with the biggest club or largest nuclear arsenal.

2006-01-21T09:53:00.000-06:00

After the onset of Alzheimer's Grandma's cooking just wasn't what it used to be.