Via con Dios good buddy

On August 14th, 2010 I had to say good-bye to a good friend, my 1985 Chevrolet Sprint. I acquired the Sprint in 2003 or 2004 for the price of $500, the Sprint turned out to be priceless. The Sprint was a reliable go-to car for me while I fixed up the Cadillac, when I was in between cars, or I just wanted the feeling of driving a go-kart on the freeway. Then the Sprint did something for me that I never thought I would be able to do, I was able to give my Dad a car. For Father's Day 2005, I passed the Sprint on to my Dad. The Sprint has been getting him back and fourth from work for the past 5 years.

The Sprint and I had many good times and it will be missed. There were the trips to the beach, Mountain High, McCloud's house with 6-8 bikes stuffed in the back, and going places that it just didn't fit in. I always drove the Sprint with pride, even in its later days when it was starting to break down a bit. Just like the many parts on the Sprint that were from the Ecology Auto Center (a pick your own part junkyard) the Sprint made its way there to be a donor to those Sprints that still have a little drive left in them.

I have no idea how this works

Have you ever looked at something and thought I have no idea how this works? I was looking out of the window of the plane the other day (instead of sleeping because apparently the guy next to me had never flown and wanted to take iPhone video of the clouds) and as I looked at the wing and all of the hydraulics working I thought, “I have no idea how this works!” It is an intricate array of small moving parts that must all work together. I know the general principle, that the bottom of the wing is flat and the top is curved, thus the air takes longer to travel over the top allowing the plane to lift off the ground, but as far as the engines and wing controls I am clueless. Yet I get on planes over and over again just assuming they will work and I won’t come crashing to my death from 50,000 feet. When you really think about it, how much of the stuff you use on a daily basis do you really understand how it works? Take my iPhone for example, I have no idea how the touch screen works, how it can send a signal to a satellite in space and transfers my voice to another phone. Can you imagine being one of the few who actually understand this stuff? Next time you hit the brakes in your car think about if you even know how they stop you from smashing into that Prius in front of you.

Dane Cook is not a douche bag

Dane Cook stopped by the Joe Rogan podcast last week, and as I sat on a plane listening to it, I thought to myself , “why did I stop liking Dane Cook?” I remember the first time I heard Harmful if Swallowed and Retaliation, five of us were driving up to Mountain High to pick up our season passes and Jay said I have something for us to listen to. The five of us spent the entire drive laughing hysterically and quoting back things we just heard. Then something happened, Dane Cook became the best self-promoting comic of all time, he was the first one to utilize Myspace in a way that all of sudden he was playing arenas to crowds of forty to sixty thousand people. He was now popular, everyone knew who he was, everyone was a fan, and everyone was quoting him. Dane Cook had sold out, went mainstream, and people started hating on him. I will admit that I too lost interest and may have called him a douche at one time or another. It’s a strange phenomenon when something you love or enjoy becomes loved and enjoyed by many. What you enjoyed didn’t changed, but you don’t want to be one of the masses, you want to be a part of a small exclusive club. I take back what I said, Dane Cook is not a douche bag……unless he really is, then I stand by my statement.

Inception

I walked out of the theater after seeing Inception and wanted to go right back in and see it again. If you haven’t seen it do yourself a favor and get to the theater. It’s a movie about hijacking, stealing, manipulating, and sharing dreams. The movie runs about 2 ½ hours but doesn’t feel like it for a second. You instantly want to see it again because there are so many small details and intricacies that you know you couldn’t have caught everything the first time around, you know that with each viewing you will find something new. I can’t wait to see it in IMAX, and I mean real IMAX, not this UltraScreen, budget ass, wannabe IMAX they have in Fargo.

After seeing this movie it makes you wonder how close this is to becoming reality.

I ran out of hangers

I did laundry yesterday and for the first time in a while everything I own is clean and in need of being put away. This morning I started the process of hanging things in my closet and I soon realized that I didn’t have enough hangers for all of my clothes. I knew that I had bought a few new things but didn’t realize I had bought that many. I refuse to buy more hangers, if I don’t have enough hangers I must have too many clothes. Looks like good will is going to get a nice donation in the near future.

The new coming out of the closet

There is a new coming out, people are no longer coming out gay, they are coming out as pot smokers. There are many similarities, like neither is anything to be ashamed of. There are out and proud pot smokers, like Joe Rogan, who will tell anyone who will listen that they smoke pot, there are pot smokers that are on the down-low who only let a select few know they smoke pot, there are the closet smokers that don’t want anyone to know, there are the experimental smokers, who tried it in college, are you noticing a similar story line here. I really started to notice it when speaking with co-workers, some will come right out and tell you they smoke pot, there is no hesitation, but others will only tell you when they feel comfortable that you will be cool with it, or they think you are a smoker yourself. When the down-low smokers tell you they smoke they usually look around, make sure know one else is listening, then under their breath they will whisper that they can’t wait to get home and smoke a bowl. I’m surprised by the number of people who’ve come out to me, people in all walks of life, wealth, and positions. I can hear the chants now, “we’re here, we’re high, get used to it!”

Going old school

I got home from my last trip to discover that the internet was out in my apartment, I have been without internet for 3 days now. I have had to resort back to DVD porn, it has been fun for nostalgic reasons but I don't know how our forefathers did it?