captain?
Why is Han Solo a captain? He's not in the rebel fleet or anything like that, but yet he is a captain. And Vader and Luke are the only ones that recognize his rank. So what does that make Chewbacca?
Random thoughts and talking walrus' abound...
Why is Han Solo a captain? He's not in the rebel fleet or anything like that, but yet he is a captain. And Vader and Luke are the only ones that recognize his rank. So what does that make Chewbacca?
I'm back from New Orleans...friggin' awesome trip. I'll get some pictures up eventually.
I am chewing through toothpicks like the antidote is in them! I miss smoking but I don't want to have to go through this shit again. The thing is that this isn't the worst of it yet. At least I don't think it is...
I was watching football last week, which is so odd in itself it’s scary. I think the quarterback for the Steelers had an appendectomy and they showed a gray’s anatomy type picture on the screen of where the appendix is located and the type of surgery that the guy had. It’s like they are trying to sneak learning into people that watch TV, which is a good thing because there are plenty of morons out there that need a little book learnin’. I can’t wait for the day that they decide to sneak projectile motion and a little impulse-momentum into baseball games.
I’ve quit smoking and either the normal stressful that always happen are getting to me or there is just more stress. Well this really isn’t stress but it pissed me off. I go to this party over in Shandon and it’s a pretty nice spread. Whoever the caterer was should feed me daily. She got the roast to be rare in the middle! This guy had some pretty cool stuff…old prints of 5 Points, a confederate flag that was flown over the capital, and this really cool sleigh bed that I’m going to copy. So I’m eating the chicken and mingling with the rich when the owners mom overheard me say that I was a carpenter. I should have said craftsman but that’s beside the point. She asked me to come out and give her an estimate on a big storage cabinet and I said sure. Then she asks me for a card and I told her that I work as an engineer but I would be glad to still build this cabinet for her. Then she tells me “you shouldn’t pass yourself off as something you’re not.” Then she walks off to go and mingle with her sewing circle and I’m just thinking “fuck you!” What a snotty person! I can’t work for somebody like that.
I've got Long Distance Runner stuck in my head from Fugazi's Red Medicine. This usually happens around this time where I dig out all of the fugazi discs I have (all of them) and then go into a DIY DC post punk phase. But the thing is I have always listened to them. I have favorites but this band will always be at the top of my list. Like Long Distance Runner...this is one of the most powerful songs that I've ever heard from them. Even if you don't listen to the words, the song can pull you into itself. The breakdown is what really gets me. Just the bass playing the melody and the lines being sung. Then the snare cracks and starts the machine back up. What really sucks though is that my Red Medicine CD is scratched (I won't get in to who scratched it here) but its skips on that song! To me that's like owning a Rosenquist and cutting a gash in it. OK, maybe not that bad...
This weekend I was in Publix and I noticed something about their signs that are above the aisles. The signs don’t match what is actually on the aisles. This is how it is in my Publix anyways. On the aisle with the toothpaste and soap there is a picture of a cooked shrimp. On the dog food aisle there is a picture of a baby. I wonder what foreign people who can’t speak English think of this. “Aisle three has babies for sale?”


I was sitting there eating lunch today and these two guys across from me were talking about Vietnam. Guy A starts talking about hammocks and sandals (I believe he called them “Ho Chi Mein” sandals) and the way that the North Vietnamese would dress in the field. Now he was telling this story of how they would come up onto camps in the jungle and there would be these hammocks and sandals all around. I’m not sure why these would be out there with no people in them, but according to him they were. So some people would take these things back to their base. This guy gets an idea. They get some cloth together and made a NVA flag and took some of the hammocks out back and shot holes in them. Then they would take pig’s blood and throw it on the hammocks and sandals. Viola…instant war trophies, as grotesque as that is. So they would throw a few of these in their packs and walk through the town where the base was. Now he said “Airman” so I’m assuming they were targeting the Air Force. One of the airmen would see the flag sticking out of the pack and then he would ask if he could buy it from the guy. He would sell it and then walk around the corner and pull out another pair of the sandals and a flag they threw together out of scrap cloth…stained in pig’s blood. Got to hand it to the entrepreneurial spirit of the US.