Devil's Rejects

So you may notice the new ad on the side “what’s on ebay right now” or whatever it says. And it shows some stuff for the movie The Devil’s Rejects.


I can’t believe there’s that much stuff related to that movie!

Yes, I love the movie. Yes, it’s sick, who cares, it’s mostly just really well made and acted. By this I don’t mean it’s an Oscar classic, just that in a sea of the same old same old recycled scripts and acting, it stands out because it’s so different.

And I love the movie. You should watch it. You should watch it at least twice, once a couple of weeks after the first time, because the first time is probably going to take your mind out of your head and you’ll be all “ewwwww”....but after you watch it a couple of times you start to appreciate the humor and humanity. Unless you’re a sick bastard like me, then you laugh yourself silly the first time around.


I Hate This Time of Year

I really hate this time of year. Everyone’s supposed to be so damn jolly and happy--a bunch of crap foisted on us by Walton’s re-runs and Madison Avenue (nothing against The Waltons).

I’m sitting here alone with nothing and no one save little Maisey (which quite a lot, actually). Tomorrow is Christmas Day, or, as I prefer to call it, Thursday. I have no where to go, no where I want to go, but I don’t want to stay here alone either. My parents are split up, my Grandfather is dead, my grandmother is crazy and mean, my best friends are in Maine and that is...that.

And on top of that, there’s not a drop of whisky (or whiskey) in the house. Which is probably a good thing, because I’m in a mood to do some serious damage to a bottle of Scotch, or maybe some Woodford Reserve or Turkey 101. That doesn’t solve anything, mind, but it doesn’t really hurt either. At least I’m sitting on A CRAP LOAD of good pipe tobacco. I think some of Mr. Greg Pease’s finest leaves would go well this afternoon. Maltese Falcon, I think. Maybe some strong coffee, a couple of xanax and a good pipe. Maybe I’ll find “It’s A Wonderful Life” or something on, and I can heckle Jimmy Stewart.

God I hate this time of year.



Who was the person who lies beneath the stone this is carved into? When were they born? What were there hopes, aspirations, what pain, what suffering did they endure during their lives ? What did they see happen in their lives? Did they have a father or grandfather who fought in the Revolutionary or Civil War? Perhaps they themselves? Did they lose loved ones to sickness and disease, easily cured with modern medicine, but fatal even one hundred years ago? Did they read by firelight, kerosene lamp, or maybe they couldn’t even read? Cemeteries provide me with endless fascination, a mixture of sadness and wonder. Stop and think of what life was like, fifty, one hundred, two hundred years ago, just where you are. History is never more alive than in a cemetery.


New Business!

So today I launched another business, this one is strictly web based, the link can be found on the home page, or you can just click here. It’s a one stop shop for all kinds of tools and accessories, from power tools to hand tools to storage. If you feel like it, give it a look and buy something!

New Category

So as you can see I’ve added a new category. I thought I’d put some poems up here. Might as well put them here as anywhere, right?

Well, what do you think?

Interesting couple of days. Ice storm. Power out for three days. Finally back on, finally can work again. Spent the time reading, mostly. Did a little bit of staring blankly into space (they call that "meditating", sometimes). Did some plotting as well.

Just wanted everyone to know I hadn't flown the coop again. Check out the "leaf" page while you're here. I like it.


One Of My Favorite Singers

Slaid Cleaves is a great singer. He's a great songwriter. He's from Maine. He lives in Texas. Do yourselves a favor and check out his music. He's got a bunch of stuff up at iTunes, you can at least listen to the previews even if you don't want to buy the whole song. But I think you should buy the whole song. Buy whole albums. If you like gritty, folk/country/blues/rock, this guy is the real deal. Here are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs, called 'Sinners Prayer', which can be found on the album "Wishbones".

I'm not living like I should
I want to be a better man
A sinner's prayer upon my lips
A broken promise in my hand
I know that there will come a day
A heavy price I'll have to pay
I keep pretending to be good
But I'm not living like I should

I'm not living like I should
I've let the mystery slip away
The night goes by in dreamless sleep
I'm chasing foolish things all day
I walk this town just like a ghost
I don't know what I miss the most
I'd believe in something if I could
I'm not living like I should

When people see me on the street
They think they see an honest man
They don't know what lies beneath
But some of them would understand
They know the soul and what it hides
You sometimes see it in their eyes
A guilty man where a child once stood
I'm not living like I should

I'm not living like I should
The wolves howl, the robin sings
The world keeps spinning round and round
I wait for mercy's angel wings
Another day another year
Death keeps whispering in my ear
I say a prayer I knock on wood
I'm not living like I should

I'm not living like I should
I want to be a better man
A sinner's prayer upon my lips
A broken promise in my hands
A squandered gift, a wasted day
Time chases life away
I just wanted to be good
But I'm not living like I should.


I was thinking about him today because it's kind of a gloomy day. I'm getting over a cold, it's grey and cloudy outside, and his music just sort of fits the mood. Like Hank Williams though, I find his music is highly adaptable--if you listen to Slaid when you're in a good mood, you don't wind up wanting to kill yourself--at least I don't--rather, there's some sort of feeling of beauty, triumph of the human spirit, that sort of thing.

But if you want to be depressed and gloomy...his voice and his lyrics will slide in that matchbox with you just fine.


Site Gone Live

Just wanted to's Monday, December 10th, and the site has gone live. It's spreading across the world.


Hysterical Laughter

Well, the Patriots beat the Squeelers. Like a toy drum. So much for the vaunted number one defense in the country. It's interesting that the Patriot game plan was very similar to one they used last season against the Vikings. Who was the Defensive Coordinator of the Vikings? Yup, Mike Tomlin, Squeeler coach.
There's really not much else to say about it. Well, I'm sure there are more things, but I'm battling a cold I'll have to take a rain check on it.

Bring on the New York Jests.

Predictions on the final score?

Can a football team score 100 points? Is it possible? I bet we find out.


By The Way

Hey--I feel it necessary to mention that my favorite sports team ever--ladies and gentlemen, the next Super Bowl Champion New England Patriots! are currently undefeated. Normally I wouldn't draw attention to something like this--but first of all, I don't care if they lose a game this season, as long as they win the Super Bowl (unless they lose to the Pittsburgh Squeelers, the New Yakk Jests or the Miami Dollfins, of course). Seriously though--I can't wait for the Jet game. Anyone want to bet on the final score? I think the over/under should be three digits. And after they crush the Jets, I want a player--any player--to break both of Eric Mangina's legs. Heck, I don't even care if it's one of his own players, finally fed up with the futility of playing for him.

Hell...a cheerleader could do it, that'd be all right too.


First Entry

Well, here's the first blog entry. I don't even have the site loaded on the server yet, and I'm busy trying to get the thing put together. It's a lot of fun. Okay, so I'm lying. It's challenging, but I think it's looking alright, at least considering what I have to work with and so forth.

Meantime, have a look at this picture I took at night during the summer. Yes, I know I'm putting it in the gallery, and I know I'm posting it here. I realize it's redundant. So what? When you get your own site, you can decide what you put where.

DSC_0415largerNotice the flag is blurred. There was a slight breeze, but only on that side of the building.
Weird, huh?

Or maybe it was ghosts? Nah--that would be too weird.