Lil' Timmy is like all of us. White, Anglo-Saxon in origin, Lil' Timmy was born to Upper Middle Class parents living in Suburbia, USA. His life is typical for any 11 year old boy. He's in 5th grade, makes high marks, and stands out in sports.......................................
One night, not so long ago (say that to yourself just like Bon Jovi does at the beginning of "Living on a Prayer"), Lil' Timmy was laying in bed. He has a hard time sleeping and tries to put himself to sleep by "running under the covers". Lil' Timmy lifts his blanket over his head and begins running. The static charge from his flannel pajamas brings a soundless lightning storm that only Lil' Timmy will see. After a few minutes of amazement, he stops and tries to fall asleep.
For some reason, Lil' Timmy can't muster any zzzzzzzzzzzzz'ssssss this evening. "Maybe I'll listen to some music on my iPod", he quietly thinks outloud. Finding a selection that suits him, he puts his earphones in and closes his eyes. Suddenly, a bright light hits Lil' Timmy's face. "Son, you need to put up the iPod and get some rest", his father says in a perturbed but not overly angry manner. "Your mother is trying to sleep and we can both hear you singing." "Sorry dad", says Timmy. His father closes the door and Timmy's room falls back into darkness.
Lil' Timmy, still restless, begins focusing on items laying around the room as his eyes readjust to the dark. He keeps the iPod rockin', but makes sure not to sing out loud again.
"WWWhhhermpppppppppp!!" "Ew-weee! That was stinky!", Lil' Timmy thinks to himself as he lifts the covers over his head to get the full effect. A few minutes pass and Lil' Timmy feels another poot coming on. He reaches his hand downward and cups it over his anus. "Feewwhherrmmpp". He poots again and like his hero, Terrell Owens, he reels it in. "Oh my God!! It's like someone put an invisible fish filet from Captain D's in my palm", Timmy thinks to himself and then quietly chuckles out loud.
Another poot, and Timmy repeats his last effort. This one is as powerful as the last, but Lil' Timmy is now growing tired of his new game, but unfortunately, sleep still evades him.
"I wonder what would happen if I put my finger in my butt and farted?", Timmy thought. Bending his knees and positioning himself much like a birthing mother, Timmy lowers his hand down to his anus once again. He slowly begins pushing his precious, little starfruit with his middle finger. "That feels wierd". Egging himself on, he applies a constantly growing pressure to his butthole until...........his finger slides in an inch short of his knuckle.
To find out what happens to Lil' Timmy and experience his growth with him, check back for updates. Subsequent chapters will be titled "Chapter 2a, 2b, 2c, etc".
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Opel, This Week in Time
Greetings,
I still have that novella coming, I just don't want to start on it and not be 100% focused. So, Ann and Scott (the only people who read my shit), don't get discouraged. It's still brewing and will be magnificent.
Here's what's going on in Opie Land:
Yesterday:
8:50 a.m.- Got a wisdom tooth and a molar yanked from my head. The wisdom tooth had been killing me for a week, and I was afraid if I got on a plane later this month with it still in my head, I'd probably have a stroke and die on liftoff. So, out it came. Note: It was the first time I've ever legally had Nitrous. Pretty fun. Now, I'm just freaked out about "Dry Socket", but at least no more tooth/jaw/face pain.
1 p.m.- Stopped in the Athens Antique Mall on Atlanta Hwy near the Pepsi Plant/78. This place is not often hit by the under 50 crowd, and I've scored some great finds in the past. I once bought a complete 60's Pearl Drum kit there for $19.00. Yesterday, I found some classic Athens Memorabilia that would be of particular interest to Jason. I scored 3- #4 Tasty World Magazine (Pre-Flagpole Athens Music Mag) with a Stipe interview, in fact, Stipe is listed as a writer in their Staff Page. Also, in that stack, there was a 1988 Red and Black entertainment issue with a feature on the R.E.M. band and how they're being seen on MTV now (The One I Love, End of the World as We Know It). Got all four for $8. Jason, I'll sell you a copy of Tasty World and The Red and Black issues for $100.
2:30 p.m.- Bought my first rifle. Had Scott not started blogging Pro-Gun Propaganda, I'm sure the wife would have never gone for it. So Scott, thanks. Got the gun home, opened a box of ammo................AND..........YIKES. I had no idea that the size of a 30-30 round is as big as a baby's leg. I bought the gun, in hopes of having something to go on the farm across the street with and shoot logs and squirrels and such. I'm a little more cautious seeing the fire power I now have. So much for varmin shooting. I'd be afraid to aim it at a squirrel in a tree, miss, and have this huge chunk of lead hit a home/baby/redneck 2 miles away. So, maybe I will save up for the Henry Golden Boy so I have something fun to shoot in the neighborhood.
4 p.m.- took my first legal Lortab. Not a big fan of pills. Made me feel wierd.
7:30 p.m.- Signed a lease for our rental house at 212 Jefferson River Road. The couple who are renting it currently live at 405 Buena Vista Ave (Dave and I's old manor). Their neighbors two doors down are who we bought our house (where we live) from and their all friends. That circle of Athens.
8 p.m- Watched a few episodes of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" online. Man, I love that show. Freakin' funniest/best show on tv since Arrested Development.
10 p.m.- Went to bed
Today:
7 a.m.- woke up
8 a.m- Christina started screaming obsenities at me and the dogs after we all got on the bed while she was trying to sleep. I was only there to tell her that today we celebrate our one year anniversary of having our precious, Ruby. Ruby (aka Rubles, Lil' Girl, Ruba-buba-luba-li, Monster) is our 14 month old Golden Retriever. It's amazing to me that a) we've had her a year and b) she was 2 months old and 13 pounds this time last year. She's now 65 pounds. She has a very different demeanor than Thurston had. She likes the tennis ball okay, but not even on the same planet as Thurston's love for the ball. She was very bitey, but now has become very lickey. She leaps straight up in the air when she's hungry and will "CHOMP" her mouth mid flight. I call it "The Flying Guillotine". Great doggy and we love her very much. She loves Westie (our 4 yr. old Golden Chowtriever) more than anything in the world. She licks, nibbles, and tries to play with him 24/7.
8:30 a.m.- Went to work
12:30 p.m.- Went to make a bid on a job. Also stopped at the bank. Also stopped at a rental to take pics for its Craigslist ad.
1:45 p.m.- Back at work, painted some old fart's bedroom. Mrs. Fincher, whose house we are remodeling, told me that I am "the nicest person she has ever met in her whole life". I told her that was a pretty bold statement, but I accept her compliment.
3:30 p.m- Left work. Went home to change clothes.
4 p.m.- Went to Tasty World (The club which got its name from the previous mentioned magazine) to interview for the open spot as their new Booking Agent. Murphy, the owner, and I have been casual friends for many years. He was super excited to see me and said he thought I'd be perfect for the position. He has a few more interviews, but said he wanted to offer it to me right there. So, I have to wait till he's done interviewing to find out for sure, but he definately gave me good hope. It's a two day a week slot, but would add a little variety to my life. I definately won't get rich doing it, but sounds pretty cool.
5 p.m.- Stopped by my storage space and rounded up a selection of Solex Carburetors for old VW's. I found a guy near me (On craiglis') that rebuilds them. He's gonna rebuild a few for me in exchange for my extras. Sounds bland, but a well rebuilt VW carb is a thing of beauty and I'm super psyched.
6 p.m. - Uploaded pics of the rental house onto Craigslist, sent out a few emails, and started on this jazz and here we are..........7 p.m.
I still have that novella coming, I just don't want to start on it and not be 100% focused. So, Ann and Scott (the only people who read my shit), don't get discouraged. It's still brewing and will be magnificent.
Here's what's going on in Opie Land:
Yesterday:
8:50 a.m.- Got a wisdom tooth and a molar yanked from my head. The wisdom tooth had been killing me for a week, and I was afraid if I got on a plane later this month with it still in my head, I'd probably have a stroke and die on liftoff. So, out it came. Note: It was the first time I've ever legally had Nitrous. Pretty fun. Now, I'm just freaked out about "Dry Socket", but at least no more tooth/jaw/face pain.
1 p.m.- Stopped in the Athens Antique Mall on Atlanta Hwy near the Pepsi Plant/78. This place is not often hit by the under 50 crowd, and I've scored some great finds in the past. I once bought a complete 60's Pearl Drum kit there for $19.00. Yesterday, I found some classic Athens Memorabilia that would be of particular interest to Jason. I scored 3- #4 Tasty World Magazine (Pre-Flagpole Athens Music Mag) with a Stipe interview, in fact, Stipe is listed as a writer in their Staff Page. Also, in that stack, there was a 1988 Red and Black entertainment issue with a feature on the R.E.M. band and how they're being seen on MTV now (The One I Love, End of the World as We Know It). Got all four for $8. Jason, I'll sell you a copy of Tasty World and The Red and Black issues for $100.
2:30 p.m.- Bought my first rifle. Had Scott not started blogging Pro-Gun Propaganda, I'm sure the wife would have never gone for it. So Scott, thanks. Got the gun home, opened a box of ammo................AND..........YIKES. I had no idea that the size of a 30-30 round is as big as a baby's leg. I bought the gun, in hopes of having something to go on the farm across the street with and shoot logs and squirrels and such. I'm a little more cautious seeing the fire power I now have. So much for varmin shooting. I'd be afraid to aim it at a squirrel in a tree, miss, and have this huge chunk of lead hit a home/baby/redneck 2 miles away. So, maybe I will save up for the Henry Golden Boy so I have something fun to shoot in the neighborhood.
4 p.m.- took my first legal Lortab. Not a big fan of pills. Made me feel wierd.
7:30 p.m.- Signed a lease for our rental house at 212 Jefferson River Road. The couple who are renting it currently live at 405 Buena Vista Ave (Dave and I's old manor). Their neighbors two doors down are who we bought our house (where we live) from and their all friends. That circle of Athens.
8 p.m- Watched a few episodes of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" online. Man, I love that show. Freakin' funniest/best show on tv since Arrested Development.
10 p.m.- Went to bed
Today:
7 a.m.- woke up
8 a.m- Christina started screaming obsenities at me and the dogs after we all got on the bed while she was trying to sleep. I was only there to tell her that today we celebrate our one year anniversary of having our precious, Ruby. Ruby (aka Rubles, Lil' Girl, Ruba-buba-luba-li, Monster) is our 14 month old Golden Retriever. It's amazing to me that a) we've had her a year and b) she was 2 months old and 13 pounds this time last year. She's now 65 pounds. She has a very different demeanor than Thurston had. She likes the tennis ball okay, but not even on the same planet as Thurston's love for the ball. She was very bitey, but now has become very lickey. She leaps straight up in the air when she's hungry and will "CHOMP" her mouth mid flight. I call it "The Flying Guillotine". Great doggy and we love her very much. She loves Westie (our 4 yr. old Golden Chowtriever) more than anything in the world. She licks, nibbles, and tries to play with him 24/7.
8:30 a.m.- Went to work
12:30 p.m.- Went to make a bid on a job. Also stopped at the bank. Also stopped at a rental to take pics for its Craigslist ad.
1:45 p.m.- Back at work, painted some old fart's bedroom. Mrs. Fincher, whose house we are remodeling, told me that I am "the nicest person she has ever met in her whole life". I told her that was a pretty bold statement, but I accept her compliment.
3:30 p.m- Left work. Went home to change clothes.
4 p.m.- Went to Tasty World (The club which got its name from the previous mentioned magazine) to interview for the open spot as their new Booking Agent. Murphy, the owner, and I have been casual friends for many years. He was super excited to see me and said he thought I'd be perfect for the position. He has a few more interviews, but said he wanted to offer it to me right there. So, I have to wait till he's done interviewing to find out for sure, but he definately gave me good hope. It's a two day a week slot, but would add a little variety to my life. I definately won't get rich doing it, but sounds pretty cool.
5 p.m.- Stopped by my storage space and rounded up a selection of Solex Carburetors for old VW's. I found a guy near me (On craiglis') that rebuilds them. He's gonna rebuild a few for me in exchange for my extras. Sounds bland, but a well rebuilt VW carb is a thing of beauty and I'm super psyched.
6 p.m. - Uploaded pics of the rental house onto Craigslist, sent out a few emails, and started on this jazz and here we are..........7 p.m.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Look here for updates.............
Dear friends,
I haven't had much time to post recently. Well, I'm about to make that up to you. Earlier I had a brainstorm and thought out a complete short story IN MY BRAIN. It's going to be a choose-your-own-adventure-romance-novella. (I'm writing this tonight, so later when I start, this blog will serve reminders as to what my story was about). This might be it for me folks. After this story is completed, I will have reached my literary pinnacle.
I haven't had much time to post recently. Well, I'm about to make that up to you. Earlier I had a brainstorm and thought out a complete short story IN MY BRAIN. It's going to be a choose-your-own-adventure-romance-novella. (I'm writing this tonight, so later when I start, this blog will serve reminders as to what my story was about). This might be it for me folks. After this story is completed, I will have reached my literary pinnacle.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
What I've been listening to........
Here's what I have been listening to recently.
1) Badfinger: I played in a wedding band at the beginning of August and one song requested that we learn was Badfinger's "No Matter What". Great song and a classic rock radio fixture, but I wasn't very familiar with much else by them. The only other song I knew was "Baby Blue" and mainly because it's on a Portastatic album. I picked up "The Essential Badfinger" and now can't stop listening to it start to finish. Great stuff. For any fan of late era Beatles, George Harrison, Paul McCartney, Cheap Trick, Big Star. Check out some of their live performances on YouTube. Classic.
2) The New Pornographers: This band is the shit. I love every album and much to my wife's chagrin, can't stop listening, singing, playing their songs. I think I must have a thing for bands with multiple lead singers. I was lucky enough to have met their keyboardist, Kathryn, earlier this fall here in Athens. Her other band, Immaculate Machine was playing. We sort of hit it off and have kept in touch since then. When N.P. came to Athens a few months later, Christina and I had the pleasure of post show drinks with Kathryn, Carl Newman (founder, lead singer), and the guys from Okkervil River (who, by the way, are playing the 40 watt tonight with Crooked Fingers).
3) Pavement: Old Faithful. I always keep at least one album in rotation.
4) Fabulous Bird: Peter Alvanos, aka Fab Bird, plays drums with me in our band, The Golden Gates. When he's not slinging bread (bread deliveryman) he's crafting classic sounding power pop in the vein of Big Star, Elliot Smith, or the db's. Check his stuff out at www.myspace.com/fabulousbird
5)Singles: Dwight Twilley's "Looking for the Magic", ELO "Do Ya", Dinosaur Jr. "Freak Scene", Big Star "September Gurls", John Waite "Change", The Cars "Let's Go", Bruce Springsteen "Brilliant Disguise", T Rex "20th Century Boy", Lou Gramm "Midnite Blue", Supertramp "Give a Little Bit"
So, as you can see, I'm a big power pop fan. If you have some suggestions for me, leave me a comment.
Word,
Mark
1) Badfinger: I played in a wedding band at the beginning of August and one song requested that we learn was Badfinger's "No Matter What". Great song and a classic rock radio fixture, but I wasn't very familiar with much else by them. The only other song I knew was "Baby Blue" and mainly because it's on a Portastatic album. I picked up "The Essential Badfinger" and now can't stop listening to it start to finish. Great stuff. For any fan of late era Beatles, George Harrison, Paul McCartney, Cheap Trick, Big Star. Check out some of their live performances on YouTube. Classic.
2) The New Pornographers: This band is the shit. I love every album and much to my wife's chagrin, can't stop listening, singing, playing their songs. I think I must have a thing for bands with multiple lead singers. I was lucky enough to have met their keyboardist, Kathryn, earlier this fall here in Athens. Her other band, Immaculate Machine was playing. We sort of hit it off and have kept in touch since then. When N.P. came to Athens a few months later, Christina and I had the pleasure of post show drinks with Kathryn, Carl Newman (founder, lead singer), and the guys from Okkervil River (who, by the way, are playing the 40 watt tonight with Crooked Fingers).
3) Pavement: Old Faithful. I always keep at least one album in rotation.
4) Fabulous Bird: Peter Alvanos, aka Fab Bird, plays drums with me in our band, The Golden Gates. When he's not slinging bread (bread deliveryman) he's crafting classic sounding power pop in the vein of Big Star, Elliot Smith, or the db's. Check his stuff out at www.myspace.com/fabulousbird
5)Singles: Dwight Twilley's "Looking for the Magic", ELO "Do Ya", Dinosaur Jr. "Freak Scene", Big Star "September Gurls", John Waite "Change", The Cars "Let's Go", Bruce Springsteen "Brilliant Disguise", T Rex "20th Century Boy", Lou Gramm "Midnite Blue", Supertramp "Give a Little Bit"
So, as you can see, I'm a big power pop fan. If you have some suggestions for me, leave me a comment.
Word,
Mark
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Movie pick #1, "The Signal"
Here's a short synopsis of what led me to rent this movie in the first place.......
About a month ago, Gnarls Barkley played the 40 watt. The show sold out in a couple of days, but lucky for me my friend Ross set aside tickets for his friends so that not only douche bags would get to go. I was excited about this mainly, and as you may or may not know, Brian Burton, aka DJ Danger Mouse, use to live in Athens before making it big as a dj, producer, and musician. I met Brian back in '98 while I was living in Alpharetta and working at the Lickskillet Farm. Brian's best friend was a co-worker of mine named Alex Motlaugh. Another reason I was excited about the show, was that I figured Alex would be there as we had lost touch and hadn't seen each other in six years. Sure enough, upon walking into the 40 watt, Alex is standing right in front of me. Alex was an aspiring cinematographer when we last spoke. I knew that he had done some work on the Cartoon Network's Danger Doom show.
We chatted a little and enevitably, the question arose, "So, have you made any movies yet?" "You haven't heard?" "No", I said. I was the executive producer for a movie that did well at Sundance last year. Really? What's it called? "The Signal", it's sort of a horror movie.
I asked my buddy Todd if he had heard of it and he assured me he had and that it was all the rave amongst horror movie bluffs.
Alex told me I could find it at most any video rental place. I was absolutely shocked, almost missing it completely, to find that Vision Video had a full shelf of the dvd. I was expecting maybe one or two copies, not 15.
The movie itself is definately not run of the mill horror. It centers around a troubled married couple living in Terminus (Atlanta). Marital problems take a backseat when all media transmissions (tv, radio, ipods, etc) begin playing a horrible signal that pushes mankinds rational and patience to the limit. Anarchy and mass genocide ensues. Not a complete gorefest, but definately enough skull pounding to keep you awake for the whole thing. It sort of reminds me of "Shaun of the Dead" with the comedy pulled out (ed. note* I didn't really find "S. of the D" that funny, entertaining, but not that funny). Cool kids killing each other. A great way to spend a week night. Check it out when you get the chance. I give this movie 3 3/4 out of 5 murderboners up.
About a month ago, Gnarls Barkley played the 40 watt. The show sold out in a couple of days, but lucky for me my friend Ross set aside tickets for his friends so that not only douche bags would get to go. I was excited about this mainly, and as you may or may not know, Brian Burton, aka DJ Danger Mouse, use to live in Athens before making it big as a dj, producer, and musician. I met Brian back in '98 while I was living in Alpharetta and working at the Lickskillet Farm. Brian's best friend was a co-worker of mine named Alex Motlaugh. Another reason I was excited about the show, was that I figured Alex would be there as we had lost touch and hadn't seen each other in six years. Sure enough, upon walking into the 40 watt, Alex is standing right in front of me. Alex was an aspiring cinematographer when we last spoke. I knew that he had done some work on the Cartoon Network's Danger Doom show.
We chatted a little and enevitably, the question arose, "So, have you made any movies yet?" "You haven't heard?" "No", I said. I was the executive producer for a movie that did well at Sundance last year. Really? What's it called? "The Signal", it's sort of a horror movie.
I asked my buddy Todd if he had heard of it and he assured me he had and that it was all the rave amongst horror movie bluffs.
Alex told me I could find it at most any video rental place. I was absolutely shocked, almost missing it completely, to find that Vision Video had a full shelf of the dvd. I was expecting maybe one or two copies, not 15.
The movie itself is definately not run of the mill horror. It centers around a troubled married couple living in Terminus (Atlanta). Marital problems take a backseat when all media transmissions (tv, radio, ipods, etc) begin playing a horrible signal that pushes mankinds rational and patience to the limit. Anarchy and mass genocide ensues. Not a complete gorefest, but definately enough skull pounding to keep you awake for the whole thing. It sort of reminds me of "Shaun of the Dead" with the comedy pulled out (ed. note* I didn't really find "S. of the D" that funny, entertaining, but not that funny). Cool kids killing each other. A great way to spend a week night. Check it out when you get the chance. I give this movie 3 3/4 out of 5 murderboners up.
Still looking for inspiration......
Okay, so I've been a "blogger" for three weeks now and only have one post. I'm very disappointed in myself. I really thought that when I signed up that I would be struck with inspiration and the world would be introduced to the second coming of Mark Twain. Not to say that won't happen, but I have been pretty slack so far.
Here's what I did today:
Woke up at 7:30. Checked my email. Let the doggies out and fed the kitty. Off to work (8:30). I've been working with my buddy and baseball teammate, John Newland, on a house he purchased on King Ave (behind Athens Regional). Today I set my sights on cleaning out the basement. The house was originally constructed in 1936 by the Mayer (no kin of John(that I know of) family. Mr. Mayer owned a metal shop in town. What is the significance of this? Well, the basement was filled with every trinket of metal the old man never sought fit to toss. This, added to the heavy debris from our construction up stairs had left the basement looking like Sarajevo. In the corner stood a set of metal filing cabinets that had been there a long time. I had opened them several times but never noticed anything in them until today. In the very back of the bottom cabinet were two clippings of the same article (not dated) from the Athens Banner Herald. The clippings were actually a feature on Mr. Mayer. The family had moved to New York from Germany in 1933 where Mr. Mayer worked for Bosch Magneto. Upon moving to Athens in 1936, Mr. Mayer set up business as a metal miller. Two weeks after Pearl Harbor (1941), an FBI agent came knocking on the Mayer's door. Apparently neighbors had turned them in as German spies. Only Mrs. Mayer was arrested and taken to Atlanta in custody. She was found not guilty, but spent another 6 weeks in jail after her acquittal. The main reasons they were suspects was because both were German and spoke little english, drove a top of the line Packard, and often had visitors with "Yankee" plates. Upon being released, Mrs. Mayer never spoke German in public for the rest of her life. The Mayers lived in the house until 1999, when both died of natural causes a month apart. Amazing!
So.......I loaded up all of the metal (over 700 pounds of it) and took it to the metal recyclers. I had never been before and didn't really know how the system works. Pretty straightforward. We (John and I) split the 97 bucks and were pretty happy.
Shortly afterwards (3:00 p.m.-ish) I met my plumbers over at our rental house to have the sewer line snaked out. They ran the snake all the way into the street and it did nothing, which means the city's sewer is backed up and backflowing into my yard. The plumbers called the city to have them come out. They said they'd send someone right away. As of 8:00 p.m. tonight, nothing has been done. So, if you have to stop by and see the Veteto's (my tenants), please don't roll around in the front yard. I'm also wondering if the city is going to refund my $100 I spent to have my line snaked. Probably not, but that pretty much sucks. I had to think back to Harris' nightmare situation in East Atlanta.
Upon finishing up work, I headed down to my workshop (under Normal Hardware) to do a little work on a 1600 dual port engine I'm building for my 1969 VW Westfalia camper. Finished getting the block back together, so tomorrow, I'll start building the top end (carb, distributor, exhaust, etc...). I'm still pretty new at the engine build. My first few were fucked up, but my last three have been pretty solid so far. I actually traded one engine I built for a 1964 Beetle project and quickly turned around and traded it for the Camper.
On the way home, I decided to stop and check my air pressure in my tires. The first gas station I stopped at stole my money so I went across the street. Second time's a charm sort of . Though the air pump worked, the gauge was sort of screwy, so I didn't fill them up as much as I would have liked (optimal 32-34 psi).
Got home. Let the dogs out. Noticed that at some point today, Ruby (our golden pup) decided to eat the dvd case for our movie rental (luckily not the dvd).....(unluckily she did chomp up my Cable Guy dvd)...(Good thing its on tv about every 3 hours). Normally she likes to drag mine and Christina's socks out of the hamper and carry them around (much like her predecesor, Thurston) but rarely destroys anything besides paper (phone books, coupons, etc.) I'm hoping she's not entering into a new "bad girl" phase.
Christina called from work to tell me that she would pick up dinner if I took out the recycling. She's now working at the UGA Health Center and doesn't get off until 8 p.m. I took out the recycling, but then she called and said she might not be home until closer to or after 9 p.m. I'm not sure if that meant I am to fend for myself or not. I guess I should have asked. Well, it's 8:54 p.m., so I should find out soon........
Here's what I did today:
Woke up at 7:30. Checked my email. Let the doggies out and fed the kitty. Off to work (8:30). I've been working with my buddy and baseball teammate, John Newland, on a house he purchased on King Ave (behind Athens Regional). Today I set my sights on cleaning out the basement. The house was originally constructed in 1936 by the Mayer (no kin of John(that I know of) family. Mr. Mayer owned a metal shop in town. What is the significance of this? Well, the basement was filled with every trinket of metal the old man never sought fit to toss. This, added to the heavy debris from our construction up stairs had left the basement looking like Sarajevo. In the corner stood a set of metal filing cabinets that had been there a long time. I had opened them several times but never noticed anything in them until today. In the very back of the bottom cabinet were two clippings of the same article (not dated) from the Athens Banner Herald. The clippings were actually a feature on Mr. Mayer. The family had moved to New York from Germany in 1933 where Mr. Mayer worked for Bosch Magneto. Upon moving to Athens in 1936, Mr. Mayer set up business as a metal miller. Two weeks after Pearl Harbor (1941), an FBI agent came knocking on the Mayer's door. Apparently neighbors had turned them in as German spies. Only Mrs. Mayer was arrested and taken to Atlanta in custody. She was found not guilty, but spent another 6 weeks in jail after her acquittal. The main reasons they were suspects was because both were German and spoke little english, drove a top of the line Packard, and often had visitors with "Yankee" plates. Upon being released, Mrs. Mayer never spoke German in public for the rest of her life. The Mayers lived in the house until 1999, when both died of natural causes a month apart. Amazing!
So.......I loaded up all of the metal (over 700 pounds of it) and took it to the metal recyclers. I had never been before and didn't really know how the system works. Pretty straightforward. We (John and I) split the 97 bucks and were pretty happy.
Shortly afterwards (3:00 p.m.-ish) I met my plumbers over at our rental house to have the sewer line snaked out. They ran the snake all the way into the street and it did nothing, which means the city's sewer is backed up and backflowing into my yard. The plumbers called the city to have them come out. They said they'd send someone right away. As of 8:00 p.m. tonight, nothing has been done. So, if you have to stop by and see the Veteto's (my tenants), please don't roll around in the front yard. I'm also wondering if the city is going to refund my $100 I spent to have my line snaked. Probably not, but that pretty much sucks. I had to think back to Harris' nightmare situation in East Atlanta.
Upon finishing up work, I headed down to my workshop (under Normal Hardware) to do a little work on a 1600 dual port engine I'm building for my 1969 VW Westfalia camper. Finished getting the block back together, so tomorrow, I'll start building the top end (carb, distributor, exhaust, etc...). I'm still pretty new at the engine build. My first few were fucked up, but my last three have been pretty solid so far. I actually traded one engine I built for a 1964 Beetle project and quickly turned around and traded it for the Camper.
On the way home, I decided to stop and check my air pressure in my tires. The first gas station I stopped at stole my money so I went across the street. Second time's a charm sort of . Though the air pump worked, the gauge was sort of screwy, so I didn't fill them up as much as I would have liked (optimal 32-34 psi).
Got home. Let the dogs out. Noticed that at some point today, Ruby (our golden pup) decided to eat the dvd case for our movie rental (luckily not the dvd).....(unluckily she did chomp up my Cable Guy dvd)...(Good thing its on tv about every 3 hours). Normally she likes to drag mine and Christina's socks out of the hamper and carry them around (much like her predecesor, Thurston) but rarely destroys anything besides paper (phone books, coupons, etc.) I'm hoping she's not entering into a new "bad girl" phase.
Christina called from work to tell me that she would pick up dinner if I took out the recycling. She's now working at the UGA Health Center and doesn't get off until 8 p.m. I took out the recycling, but then she called and said she might not be home until closer to or after 9 p.m. I'm not sure if that meant I am to fend for myself or not. I guess I should have asked. Well, it's 8:54 p.m., so I should find out soon........
Monday, September 8, 2008
Athens Blawg No.1
Greetings friends!!
This is my first of many blogs to come. Where to start????
Hmmm.....Jesus.
I want to know what the heck Jesus was doing during the New Testament's "missing years". Star of Bethlehem.....Baby Born....Donkies....Three Kings....Then he's three...Now he's thirteen and hanging in synagogues.....Then he's a carpenter..........Boom!! He's roaming the desert and then's crucified. Errrrr................ Hold up.
Jesus was a carpenter? Have you ever met a carpenter before? In my experience, carpenters, for the most part, are lazy sacs that are looking for part-time work so they can go to the store and buy more ingredients for their bathtub crystal meth. Now, I'm not saying Jesus was a meth head by any means, but there's something there or not there.
You would think that the son of God could produce something that would have stood the test of time. The Bible doesn't even mention anything he worked on, but continuosly refers to him as a carpenter. Booze? check. Hookers? check. Bunch of dudes that apparently don't have jobs or families that they tend to? check. I believe that he was a carpenter, but I also believe his "disciples" played him up a little too much. Sure he could turn water to wine. Sure he multiplied fish. Sure he walked on water. That all seems very feasible when put it into the context of the people Jesus hung with. "What's Jesus up to?" "Not sure, but he always scores the Cabernet Glavingon (Tom Glavine Wine available at Jay's package). Well, shit, let's hang out with that mofo.
Here's another hint into Jesus' carpentry skills.......
He lived in a desert. What was using as wood? I mean, C'mon!! Will the second coming of Christ be a unemployed sailor in Nebraska? And Carl said, "I am the captain of the world. Sail with me and ye shall spend eternity at the right hand of my grandpappy." The Book of Richie, The Newest Testament
This is my first of many blogs to come. Where to start????
Hmmm.....Jesus.
I want to know what the heck Jesus was doing during the New Testament's "missing years". Star of Bethlehem.....Baby Born....Donkies....Three Kings....Then he's three...Now he's thirteen and hanging in synagogues.....Then he's a carpenter..........Boom!! He's roaming the desert and then's crucified. Errrrr................ Hold up.
Jesus was a carpenter? Have you ever met a carpenter before? In my experience, carpenters, for the most part, are lazy sacs that are looking for part-time work so they can go to the store and buy more ingredients for their bathtub crystal meth. Now, I'm not saying Jesus was a meth head by any means, but there's something there or not there.
You would think that the son of God could produce something that would have stood the test of time. The Bible doesn't even mention anything he worked on, but continuosly refers to him as a carpenter. Booze? check. Hookers? check. Bunch of dudes that apparently don't have jobs or families that they tend to? check. I believe that he was a carpenter, but I also believe his "disciples" played him up a little too much. Sure he could turn water to wine. Sure he multiplied fish. Sure he walked on water. That all seems very feasible when put it into the context of the people Jesus hung with. "What's Jesus up to?" "Not sure, but he always scores the Cabernet Glavingon (Tom Glavine Wine available at Jay's package). Well, shit, let's hang out with that mofo.
Here's another hint into Jesus' carpentry skills.......
He lived in a desert. What was using as wood? I mean, C'mon!! Will the second coming of Christ be a unemployed sailor in Nebraska? And Carl said, "I am the captain of the world. Sail with me and ye shall spend eternity at the right hand of my grandpappy." The Book of Richie, The Newest Testament
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