New Happy Blog

The new Blog can be found here:
Wallmart666

It is still under construction.

Thanks for stopping by.

Folks. This blog has been retired. I thank you all for stopping by. I am creating a new blog using the new blogie version and finding it very unfriendly to my MAC. When the new blog is up and running I'll post a link here.

Now for the folks at work... let me clarify something. I created this blog in order to have a place to vent. Over time it became something else. I realized I do not have a place to chronicle what I am going thru. I want to start a new blog for that purpose and a new blog that is dedicated to fun stuff. So don't get all freaky on me thinking this was your fault. It was mine for letting this blog become something I did not intend it to be.

Need a date to save you from going to hell?

Well? DO YOU?

Look I really dont care if you do or you dont. Here is the skinny on this post. IF... If you need to date someone AND you want that someone to save you from burning in hell click the title of this post and proceed at your own risk.

Hey look! the new unfunny.

Its as if Leslie Neilson's unfunny undead sense of unhumor fucked Bruce Campbell and gave him unfunny herpes.

Space Zombie national anthem (click here)

The creepy poacher (click to receive your new instructions)

Click here jerkwad!

It sounds like cops chasing a balloon twisting clown riding a horse thru a tribe of American Indians somewhere in London .

I leave you with this...

A plea for more time.
Orders to defect.
The package location.
Launch.
assassinate.
Kill all of them,children first.
The real reason you are alive.



The conet project is made up of recordings from short wave "counting" stations. These stations are exactly what you think they are. Covert code sent via short wave. The creepy feeling I get from listening to these audio clips is all encompassing. Eerie disconnected voices speaking in a code I cannot crack. The lincolnshire poacher track I find deeply distressing. A sort of off key Ice-cream truck tune followed by coded orders. The fact that these recording are subject to atmospheric issues makes them very creepy indeed. It is hard to tell if the voices are even human at times. These recording give me nightmares. Now the nightmares can be yours.

Please click the title of this post to download all 4 CD's of the conet project.

I'm shutting this damn blog down

Well ... shutting it down to any postings of any emotional importance that is.

So I have been going thru a very difficult time with my feelings lately. First off I'm hesitant to write about stuff that involves my emotional state because people at work read this (Hi work!)

I thought it was the time of the year that makes me down but I'm thinking its much more now.
Someone suggested to me to join a 12 step program to deal with emotional dependecy.
Hmm. I never thought I needed one.

To the person who suggested that: I'm considering it.
I'm not in a happy place at this moment and anything fuckin program seems good. Hell someone stick me with a fuckin needle so I have a recent excuse to go to NARCANON.

Damn it. Damn you "work" people! I cant write about this. I cant write about anything! This blog has become a depository for stupid videos and the odd observation. I'm unable to write down anything that may be weighing in on my mind. I am unable to write about personal stuff anymore. If I do, I have to sanitize it. Don't get me wrong I like all you folk at work I just dont think its appropriate for me to vent in this way.
Oh well off to make a secret blog.

Love, Like Water, Sustains and Reflects.


Bullshit!

Love is like the searing outback and you are forced to suck mud thru a fuckin' straw. Dingos waiting to tear you apart.

For John L.

"The future is just old age and illness and pain... I must have peace and this is the only way."

To ALL I LOVE,

Do not grieve for me. My nerves are all shot and for the last year I have been in agony day and nights —except when I sleep with sleeping pills—and any peace I have by day is when I am drugged by pills.

I have had a wonderful life but it is over and my nerves get worse and I am afraid they will have to take me away. So please forgive me, all those I love and may God forgive me too, but I cannot bear the agony and it best for everyone this way.

The future is just old age and illness and pain. Goodbye all and thank you for all your love. I must have peace and this is the only way.

Jimmy


With those words Jimmy drew down the curtain and closed the show. He was before his time. His time has yet to be.

Scene from Richard Lester approved cut of Superman II

Judy straight from the grave.

No straight man in his right mind would ever think to perform "Get Happy".

I mean come on! Really!

Its just like that virtual fight in ROCKY BALBOA

Words cannot describe how funny I find this clip.

Tara's New Years Eve countdown funtacular

Try counting along with Tara Reid. Just TRY. These poor guys tried.

Thank god it was only new years and not the space shuttle.

HIGH corey haim HIGH

Yep it is corey haim trying to prove he was sober and ready to work.

In 2001 E! proved he was far from sober.




For some odd reason that clip reminds me of:

Poor Corey. Still looking for work.

Hopper's Hands

Who is Hopper and why are his hands at Fort Point?

Each year tens of thousands of San Franciscans go running or strolling along San Francisco's waterfront at beautiful Crissy Field. This westward journey inevitably ends at the chain link fence next to historic Fort Point, just beneath the majestic Golden Gate Bridge.

Each day hundreds of people at this turnaround point, and, before turning back, instinctively touch the metal "Hopper's Hands" plate on the chainlink fence. Why wouldn't you? Everyone does... But after a recent trip to SF, I have wondered, Who Is Hopper?... and why are his hands immortalized at Fort Point?

Hopper is a true San Francisco hero. Hopper is one of the many iron workers who risk life and limb to save people from jumping to their death.
The Golden Gate Bridge is the number one suicide location for North America.

Below is the moving text of a San Francisco Chronicle article by Scott Ostler that explains the genesis of the "Hoppers Hands" sign and details the heroic, on-call volunteer suicide prevention work that these iron workers perform, simply because they feel it is the right thing to do:

SAVING LIVES JUST PART OF THE JOB - Scott Osltler, San Francisco Chronicle, January 10, 2001

"If you're an ironworker on the Golden Gate Bridge and your home phone rings at 3 a.m., you know it's trouble.
You know someone is threatening to jump off your bridge. Your stuff is always ready; you're out the door in minutes.
If you aren't too late, if you climb out onto the cold steel and sweet-talk some poor lost soul off the beam or tower or manage to wrestle him or her to safety, it's a good feeling. Many suicide attempts are impulsive; lives can be salvaged.
If you fail, if the person jumps into that bottomless fog, it ruins your day.

"There's no describing how helpless you feel," says Ken Hopper, a Golden Gate Bridge ironworker for 17 years.
These ironworkers are tough guys. Men of Steel, they're called. Cowboys in the Sky. They fix and maintain the world's most amazing Tinkertoy. But what qualifies these blue-collar rivet-wrestlers to perform the delicate psychological task of suicide prevention?
Just this: There's nobody else.

"We're the only ones dumb enough to do it," Hopper says.
They're the only ones with enough equipment, knowledge of the bridge and courage to go over the rail.

The suicide rescue duty is voluntary, but the bridge's ironworkers all take their turns. There's almost no danger of falling, but it's not a risk-free gig. One man pulled a knife on an ironworker. A loaded gun fell out of the pocket of another guy. An ironworker was bitten by a woman he pulled off the bridge.
But the iron cowboys answer the call, late at night or during their shift. At least two of them go out on every rescue. They give it their best shot, and the weird thing is that they wind up being pretty damn good at the psychological stuff.
Sometimes a police psychologist will be at the scene, coaching the ironworkers by radio. More often, the rescuers are on their own. I asked Hopper if the workers are given any suicide prevention training.

"Over the years, (suicide prevention experts) have come to give us seminars, " he says. "They wind up asking us questions, because all they do is talk to these (suicidal people) on the phone. We deal with them face to face."
Often a would-be jumper is locked into a private mental zone and the trick is to get his or her attention. Some tricks that have worked:

"Hey, if you're going to jump, at least give me your mom's phone number so I can call her to tell her."
"That's a nice watch. If you're going to jump, can I have it?"
Sometimes the trick is simple compassion, the voice of a human who cares. Look, I've been through some real hard times myself. I know it's possible to get help.

Hopper estimates he has talked or wrestled down about 30 people, and lost two.

Great percentage, but even so, it all caught up with him a few years ago. Hopper underwent a couple years of therapy, had his name removed from the rescue-call list.

"It wasn't one incident," he says, "it was a culmination. I tried to stuff 'em all in this bag. The bag gets so big, it bursts."

Hopper is a bear of a guy with a bushy mustache and a sensitive side. When he noticed that waterfront joggers have a ritual of touching the fence at the dead-end of the sidewalk next to Fort Point, he had the bridge's sign painter make a sign with two handprints on it, and another sign with two dog paws, because one woman had her dog touch the fence.



So losses haunt him. Once Ken and two other ironworkers were clinging to one arm of a man hanging over the rail. The man grabbed another piece of bridge with his other arm, wrenched free and swung off another beam and into the world's most popular suicide pit.

Another time, Hopper arrived at a rescue just in time to see a man fling his 2-year-old daughter off the bridge, then jump off himself. It eats at Hopper when a talked-down suicide is taken into custody and then quickly released with little or no psychiatric observation. Hopper talked an 18-year-old City College student off the bridge, and she was taken away by police.
The next morning, while a press conference was being held at City Hall to announce a new bridge suicide-prevention program, the teenager walked back onto the bridge and jumped.

On occasion, the family of a jumper will later seek out the ironworkers involved in the attempted rescue. What happened? What were my son's last words? "You try to help them get some peace of mind," Hopper says.

But what about peace of mind for the ironworkers? They almost never get info on what happens to the people they rescue.
Hopper says that's a sore spot. No follow-up, no closure. You help save a life, you become involved in that life, you know?
"Once in a great while," Hopper says, "one of the guys will get a letter or note from someone they talked down. I've known that to happen only two or three times. When a guy gets a letter like that, it's a treasure; it's like gold."

Mostly, the ironworkers don't talk or philosophize or complain about this aspect of their job. They don't talk feelings. They're tough guys.

As soon as Hopper completed his therapy, as soon as he felt like he had a handle, he put his name back on the call list for rescues."

She came in thru the bathroom window

A woman who pleaded no contest to trespassing at the Hawaii home of George Harrison was found dead in a blood-splattered sport utility vehicle, apparently the victim of a murder-suicide, police said.

Cristin Keleher, 34, served four months in jail after her arrest for entering Harrison's house in Maui in December 1999. Prosecutors accused her of stalking the former Beatle.

After entering the home through an open sliding glass door, she cooked a frozen pizza, did her laundry and phoned her mother in New Jersey.

On Dec. 19, a hiker found the bodies of Keleher and Stanley Merchant, 48, near a highway north of Truckee.

Investigators said evidence shows Keleher was fatally shot outside the vehicle, then placed inside and driven a short distance. Investigators believe Merchant sat down next to Keleher's body and shot himself in the head. Two 12-gauge shotguns were found next to him inside the vehicle.

In Hawaii, Keleher admitted she was in Harrison's home without his permission but said she was feeling sick and was seeking shelter from the rain. She told the court she loved Harrison and never meant him any harm.

Keleher was arrested a week before Harrison was stabbed in the chest by an intruder in his mansion near London. Harrison, who suffered a collapsed lung in the attack, died of cancer in 2001 at age 58.