Old Man River

SPOON Dream

I had a dream that SPOON came and played at Off Broadway.
I was too scared to talk to Britt, but i wanted to really really bad. I remember thinking to myself, "What would I say without sounding stupid?"

HAHA

Pretty Looks

Pretty Looks

Squash Therapy

When I walked to my Truck last night from work, much to my surprise someone had gotten underneath it with a power saw and stole my catalytic converter, oxygen sensor, Exhaust, etc.

Yay!
Thats Cute.

Thats Real Fucking CUTE.

I walked to the Old Rock House and drank a beer while I waited for my roommate to show up to get me. When I finally made it home around 10 pm I proceeded to take out my anger the best way I knew how.

Squash Therapy.

See, this year at the farm we have had an overabundance of squash, peaches, tomatos, etc. So much I cant eat it all! We have a couple that are starting to turn sittin in the kitchen, so they were the ones to use.

Ya go outside, take that squash, and throw it as hard as you can against the garage! SHIT YEAH! It exploded every where and you can't help but laugh at this. Repeat as much as needed, then let the squirrels, rabbits and birds pick up your mess.

Everyone wins!

Bad Bad Scary Bad Dream

Last night I had a scary vivid dream. I must share.
First, (This part isnt really THAT important) I was trapped in what looked like some kind of paintball arena, and I was stuck with a bunch of people, and we were running from some kind of "zombie". To trick this "zombie" you had to walk like a zombie to make him think he already got ya. So, I managed to run and jump in my truck, bringing some others with me and we busted through the gate onto the road, and we out.
So, then I am walking down this random street with about 3 other people. We approach their house (which reminded me of a house in London) and they notice that their house was broken into. Then, a man walks up to me from the shadows and grabs me by my shoulder. I am fighting against him, but he is trying to drag me down the street. I remember fighting with all my might, but it really wasnt doing any good. Then, my sight goes to black, and suddenly I am back in the street with the 3 other people again. At this time, a man comes up to me and attacks me with a knife. It was a little bit larger than a steak knife, but wider. So I am defeneding myself from this guy, trying to stop him from stabbing my in my stomach. In doing this I am grabbing the knife, holding my hands up. I am getting cut the whole time. When I grab the knife, I feel the serrated edges against the middle finger bone in my hand. It scraped across my fingers and this kept happening. I could feel the pain in my dream.
I finally got far enough up the street to find a police officer. I informed him about the robbery. At this time I remember walking around trying to get myself to a hospital, my hands bleeding and in pain the whole time. I kept yelling, "I have to get to a hospital!"
Then I woke up.
Promptly I went and played the Piano.

My Friend Bill...

When I got into the office today, I learned the terrible news that my friend Bill had passed away over the weekend.
Bill worked next to me in the commercial and blue print- print shop. He was a very plesant man, always smiling. He would come over and tell me funny jokes, he would borrow my white out pen, and leave me printer cartrages to send back to be refilled. He would always try to scare me into spilling my coffee and would always have a smile and a wave for me.
On Friday, August 15th, I saw Bill for the last time. I gave him a wave as he left the office. On the way to his car, he collasped and suffered a heart attack, and passed away later in the evening.
Bill was an awesome musician. He was a founding member of the John Ford Highland Bagpipe Band and was pipe major since its inception in 1969. At Christmas he would get all decked out and play in the office, gleefully scaring all of those who were not prepared for the bag pipes.
I have to come out and say this, I wish Bills last day in life was not spent at the office. This makes me think of many things, and even though he loved it here, I wish it could have been something more...It really makes you think...
I will miss you Bill Sandbach! Until next time....

Unreliable Internet - Screaming Kids at Coffee Shops - Bitter Old Ladies

Ok, So for a while now I have been pirating my neighbors internet.
I know, I know. I should have my own.
Well - Dammit I had for years and I'm a brokeass now
so shut up about that. I get my payback in the fact that my connection is unreliable as shit and I have to now mosey my ass up to the local coffee-teria for my workie time.
On Sunday this is NOT where you want to be.
This is not one of those "Artsy", entertaining type of coffee establishment.
OH NO,
this is your "Church-Goin, School-marm havin, stare at you cause your un-kept" type of place.

Now, the last thing I want to do on a Sunday after drinking is to put up with your Anal-Retentive mothers who scold you for being you, and grumpy crabby baristas who charge two damn dollars for a cup of coffee.

But I must admit, eves-dropping on old ladies conversations are pretty entertaining.
Their so bitter!

Dub Kitchen Dream

I had a dream last night about my friends in Dub Kitchen.
It was totally random and weird, yet funny at the same time.
So heres what happened:

We were in a weird town (Or something) and I was on this unfamilliar street. I remember seeing just about everyone standing together in a group on one side of this intersection. Then, all of the sudden, (heres where it gets really random) I am sitting in the drivers seat of a semi truck (WTF??) looking at everyone in the band down on the street. I start yelling at them as obnoxiously as I can in my best BORAT voice, "A lala la la la!" as I drive away.
Then I woke up...

Honestly....WTF???

History FREAK

Cat Power "The Greatest"

Feeling very musical today....

Mmmm, Reggae!

Thunderstorm Dream

Dreams are strange, man.
Saturday night I had a very strange thunderstorm dream.
I rarely have dreams about storms, even with all the crazy shit in my head.
I was in South City, (a stretch of Ann Ave. I used to live on) and in an old three story house. It was not in the best of shape, and in total need of structural support. The windows rattled every time the wind blew, and it was a fury outside. I was in the attic, looking out the windows as they shook. There were two houses I kept running back and forth from during the storm, but mostly stayed in this primary one. When the storm was over, I went outside and felt the warm sun on my face. When I looked up I saw that the other home had been destroyed by the storm. All that was left was the shell of the bottom room.

This has sparked my curiosity because the dream was SO vivid.
I looked up "Thunderstorm" at a dream interpretation website,
and a here's what is said:

"Storm-- To see a storm in your dream, signifies overwhelming struggle, shock, devastating loss and catastrophe in your personal affairs. The storm also represents unexpressed fears or emotions, such as anger, rage, turmoil, etc. On a more positive note, the storm signifies the rising of spirit within.
To dream that you take cover in a storm, foretells that whatever disturbance or problems is occurring in your life will quickly blow over. Consider also the phrase "weather the storm", which suggests your ability and strength to withstand whatever comes."

...now how about "Old House":

"House-- To see a house in your dream, represents your own soul and self. Specific rooms in the house indicate a specific aspect of your psyche. In general, the attic represents your intellect, the basement represents the unconscious, etc. If the house is empty, then it indicates feelings of insecurity. If the house is shifting, then it suggests that you are going through some personal changes and changing your belief system. If you live with others in your walking life, but dream that you are living alone, suggests that you need to take new steps toward independence. You need to accept responsibilities and be more self-reliant.
--To see an old, run-down house in your dream, represents your old beliefs, attitudes and how you used to think or feel. A situation in your current life may be bringing about those same old attitudes and feelings. Alternatively, the old house may symbolize your need to update you mode of thinking. If the house is new, then it indicates that you are entering into a new phase or new area in your life."

Ok, there is an entry for "Attic" & "Window":

"Attic--To see an attic in your dream, represents hidden memories or repressed thoughts that is being revealed. It also symbolize your mind, spirituality, and your connection to the higher Self. Alternatively, it signifies difficulties in your life that will hinder you from attaining your goals and aspirations. However, in the end, after a long period of struggle, you will overcome them. "

"Window--To see windows in your dream, signifies bright hopes, vast possibilities and insight.
To dream that you are looking out the window, signifies your outlook on life, your consciousness, point of view, awareness, and intuition. You may be reflecting on a decision and seeking guidance. Or you need to go out into the larger world and experience life. If you are looking in the window, then it indicates that you are doing some soul searching and looking within yourself.
To see shut windows in your dream, signifies desertion and abandonment.
To see shattered and broken windows, denotes misery and disloyalty."

I tried to look up like "Collasped Houses" etc, but couldnt find anything about that. The only thing that came up was some stuff about a roof, but I never saw a roof in my dream.

interesting.......
very interesting....

WHOOA!

So, I love lifes little surpirises.

BOOM--You werent expecting that, were you?!

Ask me last week what I would be doing this week, and my response would have been nothing like what actually happened.

BLIPPITY!

Im feeling inspired to travel the world and play as much music as humanly possible. To write new songs and not give a fuck about what we shouldnt give a fuck about anyways.

Currently I have decided to fight a battle against being a control freak, at times a lil possesive, and having sore leg muscles from parting too hardy. I need to learn to love myself to be happy, and I think Im slowly starting to believe in me.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

enough about me, what about you?