Friday EOE purge

Just a short little blast to let you know I’m alive and to remind the planet who’s really in charge around here!  Away we go…

The family’s been sick all week, now I’ve got it.  I haven’t been getting any writing done, no excuse for that, I’ve just been too busy this week.

I’ve decided I’m against tattoos.  Just a tad hypocritical as I have more ink than most of the people I’m complaining about but I’ve made a decision and I’ll stand by it.  My real problem is with flash tattoos and with exposed tattoos.  I’m sick of seeing idiots with facial and neck tattoos.  I’m sick of seeing a woman and immediately trying to guess where/what her tattoo is.  It’s now an automatic assumption that she has one and most of the time, It’s a correct assumption.  You may think you are exempt because your tattoos are special and mean something to you and well, you’re right.  Everybody’s tattoos mean something special to them.  But that doesn’t matter, the EOE is now officially sick of them.  I’m going to move to Nevada and open up my own brothel.  We’ll specialize in “ink-free” males and females and they’ll be five times market value.  Strike that last line, it’ll be in my next short story.

The other day, I drove Becca to school and as we were leaving the parking lot of a store, the guy in the car in front of me didn’t like the “right turn only” sign so rather than try to take a left (onto the empty street), he backed up, right into me!  If I hadn’t laid on the horn he would have hit us.  So he’s pretty stupid for backing up but I realized if he had been wearing headphones or something, he never would have heard me.  So that’s when I looked down at my iPod and headphones and decided that I really need to install a new stereo in the work truck ASAP.

Last night we were running around between Becca’s school (she tried out for the Volleyball team, but didn’t make it…  sad daddy…) and Teresa’s Girl Scout meetings…  We ended up picking up dinner at a drive-through at 8:30pm.  I’ve tried to avoid drive-through since I came off the road and due to our financial situation, it’s been easy to avoid.  But last night the bill came to $16+change.  I gave the guy my debit card, he rang it up, counted out $16+change and handed me back my card and the cash.  I just looked at him as if the world was coming to an end.  He saw my face and realized his mistake but I have to wonder, if this guy can’t handle “you want fries with that?”, what job is he suited for?  And that’s when it came to me: forced labor camps.  Bring back road working chain gangs for the criminals and the criminally stupid.  Work them four days a week, give them the weekend off to study in the fully stocked library and come Monday it’s test time.  If you can graduate from my dumbass school, you earn the right to work out here in the real world alongside the rest of us.  No longer will people be given the benefit of the doubt about their functionality.  You now have to earn the right to walk upon the face of the Earth.

I wish I had the energy for more but I’m sick and I’m exhausted.  I’d tell you that I’m going to lie down and get some sleep but I’m not.  I finally found the box of Hi8 home video tapes and I’m burning them to DVD for my father-in-law.  “Who the hell has three 2-hour tapes of an infant Lizzy just laying there making noise?!” he said to himself as he sorted through the rest of the tapes and found six 2-hour tapes labeled, “Becca”…

I’ve just finished the last of his Hi8s so now I’ll take a break and finish the edit of the most recent “A-V Club from Hell” show.  We recorded it a few weeks ago but I guess I wasn’t done with my recent bout of depression and lapsed back into a funk.  But that’s all done now and I’m ready to edit again.  Then, back to the video edits.  I’ve finished most of the Betamax tapes and I’ll have the Hi8s done by next week.  Then it’s on to VHS-C and regular VHS.  At some point I’ve got huge crates of audio cassettes and even some reel-reels to go through.  I should get paid for this shit…