Monday, December 27, 2010

Haters and such


mmmm just like my ex used to make.


So the new year is about to come and blah blah blah. All kinds of "new" things are supposed to pop off and people are going to pronounce their "New Years resolution" I always thought this was a bit odd. Why do this on The new year? Why not begin as soon as you announce it to yourself. I'm always looking towards my goals and seek a new experience. Too many times I have seen people stuck in their ways. Always saying how they want this or wish for that. I find myself yelling in my overactive brain "Wishing does nothing!!! you have to make that shit happen." but then I realize how most people like their lives how they are. If they really wanted something they would go out there and get it. And when they see someone getting "it" they rag on them. I think the kids call it "hate on them".



Psychologist would say that the "hatorade" response is a defense mechanism that tries to divert attention away from the inadequacies of said "hater" and attempts to paint the "overachiever" in a bad light. Everyone has done it in some form at some level. Some take an occasional sip , while others have an IV full of this Hatorade.

So here we are. Not only do we have Our "peers" ready to snipe us, we also have ourselves. That little voice that tells you to quit, take a water break, give up. The inner "bitch" i call it. (I guess the "peers" are the outer "bitches") So EVERY TIME you QUIT you let those BITCHES control you. Its that way in my mind. And this is not in anyway a derogatory form for women. "bitch" is an idea that can be adopted by any gender. But I digress.


Figure 1A: Bitch





Go out there and get it.....NOW. Keep it simple and don't be a bitch.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Dude in the back getting drunk


The oracle


I love music. Music has always been there for me. Music is like a big great grandma I can come to with my problems no matter how pettily or serious. She always has an answer for me and some kind of pie. The pie being the answer. Metaphors are fun!


How about a slice of DMX's "What these bitches want?"


DJing got me into keeping up with the trends and how you have to give people what they want no matter how annoying it is ("Bruh Bruh" makes my nose bleed). I also had a chance to experience the joys of DJing a Country/Tejano wedding. It was the ultimate learning experience. So now I am learned up on the 2step and half step and that dance I like to call the angry ostrich where one slams his/her heel against the ground until a fight ensues. And even the dance/techno/sweaty sticky music. I don't see it as a job more like a hobby. I think its funny people get paid for such acts. It still takes a sense of rhythm and a bit of talent though, but its not that serious.


When I'm not behind the turntables I sometimes listen to rock and metal. Now I'm making a journey into this metal by joining a band called "Through Passion" a local metal band made up of angry Air Force guys. My place in the band is an odd one. DJ in a metal band is unheard of! I mostly handle effects and sound bites and vodka. And the camera whether it be video or still. Camera work is pretty important. And brings out a better performance sometimes. Rough and uncut.



So these guys are performing live. House party style. Should be a good time. Lights, sounds and streaming action followed by drunken debauchery. Ill be the one in the back....

Cold days warm heart


Its fall and soon the weather will be cool and I shall not be sweating like a meth fiend. Something about the cold weather does something to me. Every time I've been deployed its been during the summer so the heat means action, work, war. Some of my happiest times happened in the summer. Winter was was when I am at my lowest. Everything from the smell of firewood to It always reminds me of the low points of my life. But I guess thats very typical for everyone to get the winter blues.

For me it was always because I'm looking for someone. Now it feels as if I'm just floating along. People find me but are unsure about a relationship which makes for a wishy washy relationship, which I don't have time for. Everyone wants to be with someone but rarely is someone willing to put the chips down anymore. Sometimes when the moment comes we freeze and don't grab the proverbial tiger. I have been guilty of this on more than one occasion.

I of course have always set myself up. Always going for the unattainable and the out of state. I consider myself to be pretty skillful with words. Hundreds of letters, poems and songs scribbled into a notebook is great practice. Nowadays in the age of text messaging and status updates you have to make an impact in no more than 3 sentences. I have such a small window to make a great impact. In a fight its called "the button" the part of the opponents skull that when hit will cause a knockout. You work the whole fight trying to get it and not get busted up in the process.

Case in point there is this girl I know. A friend of mine tried to hook me up with long long ago. I saw a picture of her and knew she was waaaaaaaay out of my league. A few years later I actually got to meet her. And she is stunning. I could not get enough and immediately had to kiss her the first chance I got and we did a lot. What she didn't know is that I had been playing that scene out in my head a thousand times after the first moment I saw her picture. Life being the bipolar mess it is we were both going through some issues and the moment was all that it was: a moment. After some time apart I find myself is a position I know all to well. Going for a girl thats levels above me. I always play against the odds I guess. Go big or go home. I know she's busy and I have only one chance on the phone to tell her how I feel. I say one text one message to make her day. To have her think of me for one moment. I know this is a fools errand. And the next time we meet I hope that she won't look past me. Hopefully winter will hold a different meaning.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Anatomy of a club punch


Some things you can expect in a club. Having experience as patron, a DJ, and a doorman. I've compiled the top three.

1. Spilling a drink and convincing yourself its all good, must be the funny shape of the space cup that they use in future club.

2. The one big girl/guy who know every song that comes on and has a ball. May be drunk, may be riding the white horse. All you know is that she/he will not stop will not stop until you load another tranquilizer dart into your rifle and wait till she/he grazes.

3. Fight. Close quarters, drinking, chunky women, Rhianna blaring on the speakers. Its a recipe for fisticuffs. Depending on the crowd its not usually something you'd see on a Jet Li flick. Its more like two mentally disabled people angrily painting but they are facing the wrong way.

All three happened last night it was fantastic. I was there apologizing to a girl that I did not have a lighter. (everyman should have one. boo on me) Mean while I was avoiding this rather round woman who was dancing about with a zebra top on. Kinda made me think of a pregnant zebra who got tired of hanging out at home and wanted to dance with her BFFs.

Shortly after knocking over a drink that I swear had no business being there was a guy shuffling his way through the crowd and out the door skinny looking kid with his hat to the back which is a classic look, much like the fedora of the 90s.

Anyway, The dj stopped the music and joined the bouncers to give chase to the escapee. This was kind of wierd since the DJ is a well....a DJ. The story was that skinny was bumped into and just started swinging and knock some guy out. Everybody knows that the counter to a shoulder bump is multiple smashings to the face with an angry fist. Before anyone could react he was gone. (You have a 5 second window before mob heroics kick in) And the hamburger fueled bouncers could not catch up. Genius!

My top three events happening within minutes of each other. The face smashing was a work of art though. It was like watching a really cheap college play. Great times all around. See you in line.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

amc

Adventures in AMC- 7march
Day 26 -So here we are after weeks of training we sit and wait for our plane. Most of us are strewn about making calls checking our email. Trying to squeeze out that last goodbye. Maybe that last apology or that last guilt trip you want to put on someone. Maybe someones calling home to talk to their child that they won’t see for at least six months. I look around and see different groups come in. Though I doubt their group is as cool as our group. The advisors I call it. i guess somethig came out of the whole jersy ordeal.



Anyway we went to the nex on this base and it was great I don’t think I’ve ever been iin a NEX I didnt like and there was a fight between 2 cab drivers . I guess cut off the other or took someones fare or something. They circled around the parking lot like hyenas or vultures then had a big fight right in front of potential game. It was more of a verbal bashing but one of the drivers came out and I thought she went back into her ride to get a gun or crowbar. But I guess it wasn’t cause no one got shot or brained. I was 2 hours being in norfolk and already I’m loving it. I guess that’s what happens when you get stuck in jersey for any amount of time. A backed up toilet in tijawana would be a better living space. I apologize for those who love jersey may your mullets and camaros. From here we should go straight to germania and on to sandland. Oh yes tips of the day.



- PACK a three day pack underwear, socks and shirt. Do no get lazy. all i had in there was a pair of chonnies and a pair of white socks. rookie mistake.

-Charge every single thing that need charging ladies you know what i mean.

-Carry a lot of cash so you can exchange for euro or wompam.

-Get of those awesome towels cause drying with tiolet paper is gay

- Do not pack baby powder bacuse it will explode in your bag and you will have a tony montana backpack.

















Random thoughts-
I’m going to name my speedmetal band GWOT!!!!!!

Monday, March 3, 2008

Intro

Marhabbah!!! I guess this is where I'll document my adventure in the land of sand. i guees i "ll start with the training and still try to keep up as far as i have a connection. so stay tuned.