MIA

Hey folks, i have been MIA since this move up to Ohio. I am here, I am alive and I am busy. I am also in the process of moving the site so i can do a few more things with it.

To keep you happy I have put up a page of links for to to look at until i get squared away. Enjoy.

How do I get so lucky?

Well, no book chapter today. They are not exactly chapters, and if I can ever get more than two people to read it and actually publish it one day the whole division will be redone.

Why no new material for my loyal readers? Packing. I hate packing. When we moved from Hawai'i to Virginia the Wife got out of packing up an entire house The one good thing about that was I could have all the cocaine, hookers, and strip clubs I wanted when she left. Oh, and I got to pack up sexy time clothes that she left. I somehow get by with like 8 pairs of underwear (are they technically 'pairs'?) While she could go three damn months of no laundry and still have lacy stuff to wear. Blows my mind.

Now that we are moving again, she was again got out of packing. She and Eva have been in Ohio for almost two months now while I slave away down here, eating frozen foods and sleeping alone. No cocaine, hookers, or strip clubs in Giles. So as I sweat my ass off in this house, meticulously filling then labeling then taping then stacking, only to load them in the uhaul tomorrow and then do it again at Mom's, I hope someone out there will read this and take pity on me and drink several Flying Dog beers for me.

Marriage is equal my ass

Chapter Three

July 23, 2009

The smell brought me back. Powerful, but not like a weightlifter, more like a dictator. Sweet, but not like sugar, more like when you have a really good day that you wish would go on forever. This was a good sign and then I heard it. Nothingness.
“What happened to the angels, I don’t hear the beating anymore”, said Lani.
“Cupid happened”, I told her, “We should be leaving though, like now!”
“Wait I have to grab the rest of the ti leaves.”
I knew it was too late when I heard the slight whistling, a whistling that you don’t want to hear. The first ball of burning rock came through the roof of the building, melting the ragged edges smooth like cauterizing a wound. I heard the screaming of a cherub as one of the other fireballs found its first target. The smell of burnt sugar permeated the air and it was sickening.

Call me Mack

Growing up I had one solid male role model in my life and that was my Pawpaw, William Mack Walker. Pawpaw was just always there no matter what. The things I remember most about him are some of the meanest things he did to me.

I was staying at his house with him one summer when we had the squirrel incident. Grandma Walker, who was my great grandmother who I called grandma, had this huge chestnut tree in her yard and I loved to climb it. I was the best climber of all the kids and could even pick on my older cousin and run away straight up that old tree. Well, like I said it was a chestnut tree and can you guess what is attracted to chestnut trees? Nuts. No. I mean squirrels. I wanted to catch one of these things so badly and I just knew that Pawpaw would know how, he knew everything. I went inside and asked him and he just smiled and explained it all to me. I should have known when he smirked that this was a bad idea.

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

July 23, 2009

Sometime this fucking year Cupid. It sounds like there are a hundred of them out there. Probably with his boyfriend again. Bastard,

Last time he had a spat with his lover I nearly died. Turns out that when he gets all melancholy and down on himself he just stops whatever he has going on at that particular time. At the last particular time he lost it, we were sitting ready in an ambush. We had some intel that told us where and when two of the largest cells on the east coast were meeting to plan a large operation. A large operation, that is, against us.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

July 23, 2009

It started out like any other day. Any day since the first day that is. I am a survivor of the End of Days. Today’s date is July 23, 2009. Unless I stop and do the math I have forgotten how many days exactly that it has been. It happened on May 5, 2005. The day Yahweh came down.

May 1, 2005

We were walking down the street to the coffee shop. Mike looked at me as we passed another crazy man standing on his street corner screaming about the end of the world coming and how all sinners were going to burn in hell.
“Same song they have been singing for ages now, man, I wish they would just get a clue and knock it the fuck off”, Mike said.
“Well,” I laughed, “I don’t guess they will quit until it happens.”
“It? You don’t actually believe that shit do you?
“I don’t know man, I mean something has to be out there right? Why not their god, why not the techie’s gods, hell, why not all of the gods?”

My new book

I have started writing a book. Yes, yes I have. I will be posting chapters on here as they are completed, and my blog will be the only place that it will be available. It has no title yet but will have a dystopian / religious undertone, along with a war theme.

Great Photo

I stole this photo from Make Use Of. They had it on there Facebook and I just think it is a fantastic photo.  I generally ignore all the photos on my news feed because I just can't get into all the Bible thumping, friends are great, help a kid with cancer pictures. This one was worth reporting though.

I think it is great that in a generation where more and more of us move away, get caught up with life, and just get out of touch, that we have various means of staying connected. Even when we randomly run into someone that we havent seen in a long time, we still know basically how they are doing thanks to things like Facebook .

When I deployed to Afghanistan in 2008 Eva was almost two weeks old. If not for Facebook I would have missed a lot more than I did.

On another note, since this was a screen shot from me Evo,  let me know in the comments if the picture is even readable.

Summertime

Summer wind and barefoot kite flying. Be seeing you soon Eva.

End of days

I have given a lot to this company.  A lot of hours and a lot of effort. Last night I went and worked from just after midnight to 730 in the morning. I was tired. I came home and went to bed instead of going to the next job and working it. That job is one that all I am doing is coming in behind a shitty contractor and fixing what should have been done in the beginning.

My boss came to my house tonight. Woke me up. I was accused of making funny business of my timesheet.  Asked if I would give 100% this week. Of course I will, I always do. I was also asked ringing through Sunday I would be let go.

Looks like I will be joining my family in Ohio a little sooner.  Time to get the U-Haul.

Views galore

To kick this thing off I would like to get between 4 and 6 people to donate time to this blog. I am looking for varied views on several topics. Maybe a few on saving money with DIY tricks. Let me know of any other ideas you have or if you are interested in the writing part.

Technology wins again.

I work a lot of weekends at this little job of mine. A LOT. The other day i worked 17.5 hours. That is pouring 13 yards of concrete, driving a little over an hour away and then texturing and priming a house until 1:15 in the morning. By myself. Sleep for 4 hours and do it all again. Why do I do it? Well my family needs to eat and I have to work insane hours to make endsmeat. My boss,  the one I like, depends on me. I won't charge him much today because you know what? I have laid around and set up my phone, checked emails, played on facebook, and setup a new voicemail system. Oh I started a new blog too. At least I stayed off of YouTube.