Rave: A good friend of mine has adopted a dog from the pound that was almost to go on death row. It had been handed in and the former owners for some reason no longer wanted it. It's a 4 year old male Alaskan Malamute , I got to take it for a walk today and it's an awesome dog. Well behaved (for a Malamute) , puts out his paw to "shake hands" and even High fives. People flock to see and pat this dog as its a big furry bear of a dog and they aren't that common here ... its a bit of a chick magnet too. I definitely plan on taking him for more walks when I can.
RAVE: I survived my own inner ToyToy last night. I needed a new burn barrel as my old one had rusted out. (Yes, I live in the sticks, and burn the burnable garbage rather than take it to the dump). Looking around the garage I saw one of my empty 114 octane race gas barrels in the corner, and my oxy acetyline torch in the other. All I had to do was cut the ends out, and make a few air holes, and it'd be perfect. I took another swig of my beer, and if a friend of mine had been there I would have handed them my beer and said, "here, hold this". Instead, I finished it off and set it on my workbench. I then wheeled the drum and the oxy rig out of the garage. There was a little bit of liquid (114 octane gas) swishing around in the barrel, so not being a total idiot, I emptied the few remaining ounces into a gas can I had. Knowing that there would be some fumes left over, I then took my air compressor and sealed the hose into the vent on the drum, and opened the main bunge hole. I then pumped compressed air through the barrel for a good 10 minutes or so, to the point that I couldn't smell gas in the air coming out. At this point, a small part of my brain was saying "it's good to go, fire up the torch", but a slightly larger part was saying, "nah, there's still shit in there that'll go boom if you hit it with flame". Not something you want to do while standing over it cutting it up, no? What better way to ensure that it's good to go than to intentionally set it off, right? Am I right? So I moved the barrel out into the open ground in my driveway, grabbed a shop towel and twisted it up into a makeshift wick/fuse, hung one end in the hole, and let the rest hang over the edge. While taking another pull on the new beer I'd opened, of course. I then lit the rag and somewhat hurriedly retreated to the safety of my garage, about 30 yards away. It then blew up. Way more than I was expecting. It was somewhat controlled, mind you... not a Michael Bay firestorm by any stretch, but it was a good 1-2 seconds of flame and air coming out of the hole in the drum. And it made a very cool deep whistling sound, almost like an old factory whistle, that was more felt than heard. Mission accomplished. And my neighbour came over to see what the noise was, which was right neighbourly of him. He knows I live alone, and wanted to be sure things were all right. I'll post a pic of my handywork in a few hours when it get light out enough to take a pic.
RAVE: Leave it to Canadians to show you fuckers how to do fireworks the RIGHT way. And live to tell the tale. And the fuse is lit.
Rant: Housemate brought home a random last night. I should emphasize that she is more of a houseguest we are letting stay here for free of charge while she gets back on her feet. She was up talking to him loudly until 4:30am, keeping me awake for an hour, and then went to her room, where I could keep hearing them talk. I am fiercely territorial about my place, and bringing home a random from a bar/party you went to violates my personal space. She doesn't know who he is, and he could steal my shit. I was angry enough I almost kicked him out when I heard her talking to him. You don't bring a random over to a place that isn't your own if you are only a guest.
Rave: Bears win, laundry is done, dinner is in the oven, house is clean, time to start drinking. Rant/Rave?: Between cleaning today and babysitting for my nephew, I've come to the conclusion that I'd be an awesome househusband. This makes me realize I can't wait for school to get started back up on Tuesday. Why our semester starts so late is beyond me, but I'm ready to go. Rave: Me doing housework is my wife's idea of foreplay. I am so getting some tonight.
Rant: Duty tonight until the morning. Will be studying and doing nothing all night. Rave maybe? The ex is coming over tomorrow for a booty call. We'll see where this leads. Details to follow. Rave: Time to fly Helo's!!!
RANT: I haven't gotten some all year. I was at my parent's house for new year's and the beginning of the year. And I know I am married and grown, but I still just don't feel right about getting it on with my parents in the next room. Fast forward to us going home and me immediately getting sick. Like really really sick. I am amazingly horny, but feel completely unsexy with my rudolph nose from blowing, my nasally voice, and propensity to have a coughing attack at any moment. I actually like my husband, and am not going to subject him to that.
RAVE: Traded my RX7 today for a full size Bronco with a 4" lift and 35" tires. Funny going from a lowered RX7 to a lifted Bronco, but at least we'll be able to fit the kids and Tonka the Wonderdog in it. RANT: Still trying to get used to these new glasses. Giving me a fucking headache. RANT: Patriots. Fuckers. Let's go, assholes. RAVE: Rum!
Rant, on behalf of anybody who still has a brain The next time I see a trailer for a haunting or possession movie that says "Inspired by true events" or "Based on a true story" and I'm going to buy some cheap nukes in the Middle East and firestorm Hollywood. THAT SHIT NEVER HAPPENED. Ghosts, angels, unicorns, demons, poltergeists, leprechauns, witches, Loch Ness monsters, Mexicans, psychic powers/energy etc. All shit made up out of thin air to scare or amaze you. Pulled out of somebody's ass for the sake of fantasy entertainment. Nobody has ever been possessed by anything, needed to be exorcised, or been exorcised. Ghosts do not haunt old hotels and "Insane Asylums" ready to jump out at douchebag film crews on A&E (seriously, that formerly intelligent network is trying my patience lately). Muhammed did not ascend to heaven right on top of the Jewish fucking Temple Mount of all things. There is such a thing as fraud, which is exactly what is going on here. Stop fucking with stupid people and the retarded by claiming shit happened when you know it didn't.
RANT: One of the guys in my barracks left his door deadbolted and went out to party. A corporal came into his room, saw a laptop out, and put it in a drawer so it couldn't get stolen. The guy came back, freaked out, and reported it stolen. Unfortunately, since it was over $250, it's grand larceny. One of the sergeants in another barracks happened to confiscate a laptop that same day, but it wasn't that guy's (for obvious reasons). So people started accusing the sergeant of stealing the guy's laptop. They called PMO, (Provost Marshal Officer, the guy who handles law enforcement) got NCIS involved, and so on. All over a laptop. They then shook down all 300 rooms in J-barracks and found nothing. They then came over to G-barracks and called everyone back to base. They bitched us out for half an hour about dishonorable discharges, brig time, etc. Finally, someone with a brain said, "Hey, let's go check that guy's room before we trash our barracks." Sure enough, the laptop was found. Unfortunately, now that the ball is rolling, there's no way to shrug, say "Wow, you're fucking dumb" and move on. NCIS, the PMO, and the first sergeant all have to know in writing that MATC is fucking retarded and that they spent literally hours searching the barracks for a laptop that was IN THE GUY'S FUCKING ROOM. Fuck.
Rave: Good mood. Just bought Uncharted: Drake's Fortune, Uncharted 2: Among Thieves, Donkey Kong Country Returns, and the first season of Archer on DVD for a grand whopping total of 1.84. How? Best Buy is running a buy two get one free sale on video games, so the first Uncharted was free. I also had $70 in reward zone points saved up, so I used those. Finally, throw in a gift certificate I got for my birthday, and lots of awesome on the way for extremely cheap.
RAVE: The Lumber Yard and a new record. RAVE: On the rail for all 4 bands. RANT: The weekend is over.
Garlic butter bay scallops, Allegro marinated chicken, Texas BBQ chicken rub, garlic butter shrimp. All grilled (The pic is pre-grilled). Left to right. Word.
?? Fuck I dunno - this would be a rant, but it's actually funny now. Since I started my current job in September, my direct team lead, his replacement, the broader group leader above them, and the department lead have all given notice and left. Today, the last person in my reporting chain below the executive team has given his notice. Awesome.
Rave: You say that now, but there is now snow comming. Sure there is a bit of snow on the ground now but there not calling for anymore this week. So its just going to be -20 plus wind chill, so it will feel like -25 to -30. And I spend 16 hours a day outside. About 10 of those hours Im semi covered from the wind but other then that Im in the elements, which dont get me wrong its the life I chose and I love what I do, but come on a bit of sun would be nice.