Ever met a person so absolutely amazing that your feel as though that person may actually be the one person you have been waiting all your life for…. but circumstances “whatever they may be” just prevent you from acting on those feelings. I have this problem with Cecelia! We have gone out a few times with mutual friends and always end up stuck in this deep conversation and totally feel like I could spend an eternity just talking crap! And we do … we end up talking movies music people family and other random shit that comes up. Funny thing though is that we don’t agree on many things, but that does not seem to affect the “chase if you will”… I don’t know how feeling something so pure about a person could be so wrong, but in this case it just seems to be that way. I don’t know if anything will ever come of us, but I do know that I have not felt this way in a long time. Realisticly I know there is no one that is perfect, but Cecelia is fucking close! well so far anyway…..
In this place you can be anything you want....
But I would prefer it if you where yourself.
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10’000 Days
Vocalist and songwriter for “Tool”, Maynard James Keenan’s mother ‘Judith Marie’ was paralyzed by a stroke for 27 years (10’000 days) before passing.
Judith Marie never questioned god for what had happened to her, but rather kept true to her faith and god.
The song is a testimony of her faith, and of the attitudes of the people who attended church with her (they are the ghouls in the song).
The song was Maynard’s way of letting her know how much he loved and admired her for her strength and commitment. The song Wings for Marie Part1 was written while she was still with us, and as far as I know he sang it to her. By the time Maynard had finished Part2 she had already moved on.
I can honestly say that since I have read on the meaning behind the song I cannot listen to it without crying, or shedding if only a single tear. It has to be the most moving song I have ever listened to, which brings me so close that I feel as though I am there and… well I don’t know… I don’t want to sound like a tard but it just makes me feel connected somehow.
If you have the album “10’000 days” you will notice that the lengths of Viginti Tres (5:02) and Wings for Marie (part 1) (6:13) add up to the exact length of 10,000 Days (Wings part 2) (11:15)?
Make a playlist with Viginti Tres and Wings part 1 (in that order). Then make a playlist with only 10,000 Days. Play the playlists simultaneously (I do this with two different players on my computer), then listen to the wonder that is Tool. These guys are not just musically talented they are also so fucking creative. I actually cannot put it into words…
The Cheap Bass-tard
I am currently rebuilding a speed boat converted to a bass boat, I am calling it “Cheap Bass-tard” since I bought it at a steal and will not be spending a fortune to fix her up. I have some pics as I got her and some more showing the progress thus far. I will load them at a more reasonable time. for now I need to hit the sack….
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These are the pictures the seller used to advertise the boat.
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These are photo’s of the rework I have done. My phone screen is poked so I can’t take any more quality pics but hope to have it fixed and take more current snap shots.
Watch this space….
Holy
I am ready. Ultimately I trust that what is will be.
WTF
Reading through the things I wrote less than a month ago and I wonder what I was thinking and how did I get into that head space?
Rather happy to say that I have been clean for MONTHS now and seriously doubt I will ever use again!!!! As a matter of fact I know I won’t!! That said I don’t regret a day of this life so far and hope that I feel the same way in years to come.
Ellen Page
I want to make it official, that Ellen Page is undeniably (fact, not opinion) the hottest thing to walk on the face of this planet. 
Every one has an impossible dream, why should I be any different?
Hippi Mutha Fuka’s
Okay… so I’m standing at the head, thinking to myself…. why in fucks name don’t they legalize drugs? (and who the fuck are “they” anyway?, what gives them the power to choose these things for us?…. oh that’s right!… WE DO!! but before I go of on a tangent lets take a breath and focus…)where were we?… right!… legalize drugs? “lol… even I’m thinking baaad fucking idea after that little stint”
I could seriously do with a line right now… the fact that it is illegal just makes it so damn risky and too bloody expensive to justify…
Over and above the fact, I know I’m gonna be left hanging like a son-iva bitch all fucking night, get hardly any sleep, and by the time I feel like I could sleep, It would be to start the days work, leaving me working a full day feeling like utter crap, and totally regretting the R1000+/- that I blew the night before… Not that I have ever done this, or like I’m speaking from experience… just saying is all!
As for those hippies… I really think those guys were onto something there… How is it that out of the hundreds of thousands, possibly millions (averaging about one person a year since the known origins of man I would guess this to be possible) who have used mind altering drugs for recreational or ceremonial purposes, have all had more or less the same revelations or experience…. and that is that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Again not speaking from experience here… just saying is all!
Any way in the category of bullshit… I think I have hit my quoter for the day…
So I bid thee adieu
To jack off… or not to jack off
Mmmm….Should I jack off? Thinking to himself his eyes roll up slightly to right and a smirk begins to take shape on his lips.
Not really in the mood…… but I’m so bored….
He sits down at his desk and vigorously shakes the PC mouse to close the screen saver…. Hits the Firefox browser shortcut…
clicks on the bookmarks tab….. WordPress login O.o…. yup… and here I am typing about how I chose not to jack off, but rather tell you all that did cross my mind!?!
Cranking into the sunset
Many of us have had those days where they just won’t hit. This past Sunday was one of those days for me.
The early morning sun already hinting at the kind of temperatures expected for the rest of the day, but it has been over a week since I have dedicated a day to putting my line out there. My brother phoned me while I was packing the gear, “sup Bob?” he asked. “Wondering when you going fishing again?” More than delighted at my response he was at my place and we were at the waters edge within the hour.
I spent all of the morning finesse fishing every fluke and soft bait, made by Zoom Berkley and Culprit, in my tackle (on which I have NEVER had a bad day). The retrieve went from erratic, steady slow, steady fast, twitch and pause to twitch on twitch, all with no results. I saw them schooling up and presented the bait right passed their noses, dropped under them, coasted over them… nada!
My mom joined us around twelve and brought some rolls, cold meats and drinks (ye mom still packs a good lunch) and took a break from the blistering sun. My brother in the mean time had his lines in with organic baits for other fish species (Carp and Barbel [Catfish for the internationals]) and was puttering around with a crank bait, also with no luck.
Then just as if out of nowhere my brother had one on… (By this time I was out looking for prime spots in the hopes of producing even a small fish). On my return he showed me the picture he had taken on his phone.
So I called it a day and decided to learn from him (albeit that it is normally the other way round). His retrieve was rather interesting considering he was using an old coffee grinder with about a 17-20 pound line and may as well have been using my tow rope for line. The cast was at least 15-20 meters out, and the retrieve so slow that the crank hardly submerged and then he would pause to let it surface, “rinse and repeat” (he was using a 6-10ft dive floating type crank made by Sure strike, bright yellow with a slight orange bottom and tungsten rattle).
Needless to say, when the fish hit he would turn to me and with a grin that resembled that of a five year old on Christmas morning, he reminded me of just why I love bassing so much, and why it has become one of South Africa’s fastest growing recreational sports.
The sun had long set and I had more bights from the mozzies when we packed up and hit the road, but my brother and I both walked away with a memorable day and valuable lessons. And I seem to have a new dam to fish and conquer, and as I walked away I thought to myself… Catch ya later little buddies!
What’s the fucking point… really?
I know that I’m coming on here and no one really reads this shit… so what the fuck is the point…. no … maybe I am not being clear… I know why I write , but why do I bother with stupid shit like attraction and the opposite sex… and whatever other thoughts or chemical processes occur that causes one fucking insignificant person to stand out from the multitude of completely and utterly pathetic excuses of a creation (that is if you are a creationist, otherwise it makes perfect sense that nature would randomly toss-up a species like our own). I go out and have a few drinks… before you know it my eyes are set on one particular person… and the thoughts start with retarded little internal comments like “what the fuck do you have to offer” and really what do I have good looks … er… ya whatever… Nice car… hardly!… secure income… ffs as if working for yourself and having a business are the same thing… trust me they are not (having a business is some other shmuck making money for you, while working for yourself is like a job without regular income and no one to answer to other than the lazy fuck you watch brush his teeth every morning…).
Any how I go out and there is this really attractive girl…. I like… so I make her a flower from a napkin.. she seems interested in who sent it… most girls in a relationship (commitment) would not bother and shrug it off. So I figure she must be single… or hope at least… But it turns out after asking her friend, it seems she is interested or even possibly seeing the barman ( who incidentally is also self-employed but working the bar for whatever reason) who is married with two kids… and best of all they know his wife by name… Fuck me if I understand the human race or its fucking purpose, including my own!!!! And all this cause a friend asked me out for drinks to celebrate a birthday… I should just do what I always do and stay the fuck home, go to work and go on with my life and not have any social interaction… at least that way I stay happy and live in my own little secluded part of the world where things mkae sense and I don’t feel so fucking depressed and pathetic…. any how I feel that I have said enough to bring me back to ground…. so … good night insignificant you… hope you sleep well and have a great day ahead.
