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Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Dead...

I was talking to my mother and she told me that Jackie Dukat died. Now, if you are reading this, I can almost guarantee that you have no clue who this Jackie might be, but that’s okay. Follow me. I was surprised but not horribly affected by the news. This could be because I had not seen nor spoken to Jackie in probably 15 years. Out of sight, out of mind. While on the phone with my mom, I looked up her obituary online. No cause of death, just that she had „died at home… Now, Jackie was not 90 years old. She was not 70 years old. Jackie was only 34 and she…”died at home.” I don’t know what that means. Does that mean she had some long horribly drawn out disease that killed her? Does that mean she died suddenly without warning? Does that mean she offed herself? What does “died at home” mean? My mom pointed out that the obituary does not mention a donation center (hospital or some sort of “cause” fund to contribute to), which usually indicated that the deceased had a disease relating to the “cause” fund that caused death. I reviewed the obit, it was true, no “cause” fund… “Died at home.”
As the days have gone on, I've thought about Jackie. This chick had some major influence in development years. I learned how to twirl a baton because of Jackie for Christ sake. I played hide and seek in the “hair salon” in Jackie’s basement (I swear I didn’t do hair). I hung out with Jackie non-stop for many a year, swimming in her pool, playing in her car-port. She was always the one starting our “kick the can” games or a round of “four squares.” “Fences” was developed by the neighborhood kids and she had a hand in that. We built a snow cave in her front yard one year and it was surprisingly warm. Fuck, without Jackie, I never would have played "PIT" and "Mill Bournes" two of the best games EVER (of which I still have and play to this day)! And all they tell you is…”Died at home”

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride" (click here)


Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride"
Originally uploaded by duckydale.
If you've yet to see the trailer for Tim Burton's Corpse Brde, its a must see. Please click on the title of this posting for a preview! God, is it wrong to hope for a cameo by one of the "Nightmare Before Christmas" folk?

Comcast, you better not fuck me.

If you read my DVR experience last spring with Comcast you know it was a multi-day fiasco that got both Jon and I some free pay channels for a couple months. I just called today to upgrade our original DVR box to the dual
receiver DVR and they are coming on Friday at 3pm to do the free install and upgrade. Last time we did this was also a Friday at 3pm so I am a little apprehensive as I didn’t have DVR until Saturday at 1pm after about 3 hours
on the phone with Comcast and a piece of someone‚s ass in my hand. With luck, it will not be an issue this time around. They will come with the Dual receiver, not the single, nor the ghetto standard digital box. DUAL. Comcast, heed my warning. 3pm, Friday with Dual DVR or we throw down.

Dream a Little Dream of... What the hell?

I woke up at 2am this morning from an odd nightmare where Jon and I were waiting for an Ambulance (reason is unknown) and this damn Ambulance just kept backing over us again and again. The constant “BEEP BEEP BEEP” ringing as it comes toward us and runs us over time after time. This never ending cycle.
“BEEP BEEP BEEP” Backs over us. “BEEP BEEP BEEP” Backs over us again. “BEEP BEEP BEEP” “BEEP BEEP BEEP” “BEEP BEEP BEEP” “BEEP BEEP BEEP” “BEEP BEEP BEEP” “BEEP BEEP BEEP” “BEEP BEEP BEEP” “BEEP BEEP BEEP” “BEEP BEEP BEEP" “BEEP BEEP BEEP”
2:00 am, I wake up and look around the bedroom and I hear it “BEEP BEEP BEEP!”
A fucking tow truck and a plow are on the street behind us towing cars and plowing spots for the school that is located there. The damn “BEEP BEEP BEEP” I kept hearing in my dream was the tow truck backing up over and over again as it towed the whole left side of the street from at least 2:00am until I woke again at 6. Apparently no one knew they had placed a
parking ban on the school side of the street yesterday afternoon. Luckily Jon saw them post it so he moved yesterday before everyone else got home from work. “BEEP BEEP BEEP”

Sidewalks and My Patience

I have to tell you from the start that I can be the most inpatient of people
at any given moment. With that in mind, imagine my joy as I head out for
work with snow drifts 6‚ high and single file paths that have either not
been shoveled so a stomped icy path is created or a shoveled narrow path is
created where you have to merge and wait turns all day long.
The worst scenario is getting trapped in a single file snow path behind a
lolly-gaggin‚ Sunday drivin‚ ear muffed and hooded figure that is completely
oblivious that a conga line of hatred has formed behind him and there is no
way out. You're trapped behind this snail of a human being for the next
block unless you go shoulder deep in a snow bank or shove the person face
first into an icy patch at the next door stoop. It's annoying. I'm talking
"the person sitting next to you in the theatre answers his/her cell phone"
annoying. At times I think I need therapy. Much?

Blizzard '05 Coverage

From Fox to NBC, ABC, CBS, NECN, CNNHN to The Weather Channel I flipped for
hours on end. Beginning Saturday morning and well on into my Sunday day, I
was glued to the endless and pointless coverage. You do not need to be
meteorologist Cindy Fitzgibbon to know it was snowing out and that there was
no end in sight. It's not science here folks. Oh, wait. It is, but is
there a need for me to sit there and watch the same stories told by the same
anchors for 24 hours straight? Probably not, but that is what I did. Of
course, it was peppered with the occasional video on FUSE, or M2. The why
not see what's "On Demand" at this hour or the other. But for real, it was
Blizzard coverage, non-stop. Jon slept, got annoyed, and played on the
computer. Not me, I was there until that storm died. Jackass.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Oy No!


Oy No!
Originally uploaded by duckydale.
If you're the Prince of England, is there NOONE around to tell you NO, DONT GO AS A NAZI SOLDIER to that Costume Party. Jackass.

Saturday, January 01, 2005

The Best of 2004


The Best of 2004
Originally uploaded by duckydale.
Want to know my favorites of 2004? "Click Here" for a recap.