I usually read the news at work, during my breaks, at lunch or during a lull in my workload. Today I was reading a Yahoo News report on the NRA press conference. I know it was dumb of me to read anything from yahoo, but I like to read the comments. As i finished the article and moved on to the comments I was ready for the idiotic responses by numerous people. Just like the comments from the presidential election, these were less idiotic.
I did come across quite a few people who said there should be an armed guard or two at the schools. And some who were against it. I then read from a commenter that they didn't think a Veteran should be allowed around children because of PTSD and the soldier going crazy. Someone even likened a veteran doing security at a school to having Rambo around children.
It got worse as I read on. There were people who assumed all soldiers are prone to kill because of being deployed. They assumed that because soldiers have had to fight for their lives that they were somehow unstable and mentally incapable of protecting a child.
I'm for gun owners rights, I'm for having an AR-15 if you want. I don't know of anyone who has a "military grade" weapon. But in the past few years I have heard of quite a few people hunting with an AR type of gun. Does that make them crazy? Or does it make them prone to go and shoot up a public place? I don't think so, but that is just my opinion.
But back to my thoughts on being a Veteran. Prejudice towards veterans, the civilian's who swore to an oath to protect the Constitution from all enemy's foreign and domestic; who knew what would happen if sent to Iraq or Afghanistan; who train on a weekly, if not daily basis for numerous types of scenario's, are all prone to going "crazy". I was upset, just disgusted with those Americans who have lumped so many into that stereotype.
Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Marines.... almost every single member of the Armed forces joined up to better themselves, to make a difference, to challenge themselves. They wore a uniform that only few get to wear. The ones who served many years ago and were drafted in wars they did not believe in, served the USA.
I didn't love every minute I was in the Army, I didn't enjoy doing all of the training. I did love the guys I stood by in formation. I did enjoy working on a helicopter. I still to this day feel like I made a difference in someones life. I may not have been the epitome of the "GI Joe" type of soldier, but I did take the step and served.
To say that veterans can't protect children, or that they shouldn't be allowed around schools....... Maybe then those people who have those thoughts should look around at the neighbor's they have. In almost every community there is a veteran. Someone who has served with honor and dignity. They may have done it for college money, for a chance to do something bigger than themselves, they may have felt they needed to change, they may have done it because it was either the military or jail. Whatever the reason, not every veteran was drenched in blood, reborn in a gunfight or mortar attack, or so traumatized from deploying that they should now be deemed insane.
At any point the military may have up to 5% of the population of the US. The Marines may fight with the Sailors, the soldiers may yell at the Airmen... but we all have each other to care for and take care of in battle. There is more compassion in a Veteran than there is in anyone of these hateful people.
Many of these veteran's that the NRA proposed could volunteer to secure the schools have children and want them to be safe. Don't count them out, don't assume to know anything about the military unless you served.
I am just one veteran, there are many more just like me. I do not have PTSD, I do feel I can give back to my community and would be more than happy to stand guard at a school so the children felt safe and the parents knew someone with better training than the average rent-a-cop, was there to protect them.
We don't have to allow guns inside the halls, or in the classrooms. We don't even have to have them at the schools. But having a Veteran at a school., who has training, and a pride in them to do what is right..... that could deter a person from another tragedy.
Here is the link......... my rant just kind of went on about being a veteran.
http://news.yahoo.com/nra-calls-armed-police-officer-every-school-162851713.html
And a transcript of the NRA press conference. Some of it I agree with, but not all.
http://www.philly.com/philly/news/National_Rifle_Association_press_conference_transcript.html
Friday, December 21, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
School, the Government, and some rocks!
Its Hump Day. Apparently some sort of camel, or a hill will be prevalent today. I'm not sure yet. It is Wednesday and I am going on 2 plus weeks of no work to do. So I have plenty of time to blog, read lots of articles on news websites, and my college books.
On Monday I started my 3 set of 8 week courses at Central Texas College. I'm taking physical geology, government 2, and statistics. Statistics start in another week or so, its online so it will all be on my own time. Government seems to be fun, geology alot funner. I'm just hoping I can get into a school to complete a full on bachelors degree.
I am not well versed in politics, as most Americans today are not. We see the candidates on television damning each other. We hear the ads on the radio whispering to us to vote correctly. We hear the CNN's, the FOX news, and the MSNBC's tell us who is right and wrong. The "experts" give us information/opinions on what should and should not be done for the candidates to win the Presidency. We are charged as normal citizens to pick and choose the candidate we feel most likely to represent us. But its the electoral college that does that. We just go in and do a vote just in case. I guess in a way the popular vote counts by telling our congressman and women, and senators who the people like. I'm still unclear as to how the whole process works.
And that is why I am taking government 2! Government 1 was a great class. I learned that no matter how many times I would read something, none of it made any sense at all. People explain things to me, and the next day I completely forget. I have retained some information though. I know to win a congressional seat you need to spend in excess of 1 million dollars. To become a senator you need to spend about 2 million. The spending does not mean you will win, it just means you have a good chance of winning.
Either way, the government should focus on what the people want, working in the confines of the Constitution, and they should realize they are working for the public(not lobbyists).
Geology- By far the most exciting class for me(at least I hope it is). Rocks, minerals, dirt, sand, erosion, human interaction, planetary buildup......... Environmental studies! On paper and most of the book is boring as hell. The pictures in the book look really neat. I need to know and understand the processes of the Earth. I actually enjoy knowing how the Earth works. Not the world, the Earth. The world is a complicated mess or governments, terrorists, idealists, and people who just want to live with limited interaction from crazy people.
The geology class is full of people. I think the teacher said 39?? It is a required class, but damn! The building barely has A/C now, and all those people in one room make it even hotter. Most of them are mouth breathers- this equates to 5 to 10 degrees added to the room temperature over 30 minutes. Add in the Texas heat making people sweat and you have the most horrendous, foul smelling room. I tolerate it by thinking of South Korea or Iraq "honey-suckers". Its a good class though, and the teacher is pretty rad.
In conclusion, government is important. The Earth is cool. And I'm bored at work yet again.
Everyone should look at Ron Paul, or Gary Johnson(not sure if he is still running). I don't agree with all of Ron Paul's ideas or Johnson either. But I do know Obama is not helping America by giving handouts. Romney is unsure of himself. And this Ryan fellow that Romney picked may beat up Romney at some point. At some point the best we can do is pick a President via shortest straw.
On Monday I started my 3 set of 8 week courses at Central Texas College. I'm taking physical geology, government 2, and statistics. Statistics start in another week or so, its online so it will all be on my own time. Government seems to be fun, geology alot funner. I'm just hoping I can get into a school to complete a full on bachelors degree.
I am not well versed in politics, as most Americans today are not. We see the candidates on television damning each other. We hear the ads on the radio whispering to us to vote correctly. We hear the CNN's, the FOX news, and the MSNBC's tell us who is right and wrong. The "experts" give us information/opinions on what should and should not be done for the candidates to win the Presidency. We are charged as normal citizens to pick and choose the candidate we feel most likely to represent us. But its the electoral college that does that. We just go in and do a vote just in case. I guess in a way the popular vote counts by telling our congressman and women, and senators who the people like. I'm still unclear as to how the whole process works.
And that is why I am taking government 2! Government 1 was a great class. I learned that no matter how many times I would read something, none of it made any sense at all. People explain things to me, and the next day I completely forget. I have retained some information though. I know to win a congressional seat you need to spend in excess of 1 million dollars. To become a senator you need to spend about 2 million. The spending does not mean you will win, it just means you have a good chance of winning.
Either way, the government should focus on what the people want, working in the confines of the Constitution, and they should realize they are working for the public(not lobbyists).
Geology- By far the most exciting class for me(at least I hope it is). Rocks, minerals, dirt, sand, erosion, human interaction, planetary buildup......... Environmental studies! On paper and most of the book is boring as hell. The pictures in the book look really neat. I need to know and understand the processes of the Earth. I actually enjoy knowing how the Earth works. Not the world, the Earth. The world is a complicated mess or governments, terrorists, idealists, and people who just want to live with limited interaction from crazy people.
The geology class is full of people. I think the teacher said 39?? It is a required class, but damn! The building barely has A/C now, and all those people in one room make it even hotter. Most of them are mouth breathers- this equates to 5 to 10 degrees added to the room temperature over 30 minutes. Add in the Texas heat making people sweat and you have the most horrendous, foul smelling room. I tolerate it by thinking of South Korea or Iraq "honey-suckers". Its a good class though, and the teacher is pretty rad.
In conclusion, government is important. The Earth is cool. And I'm bored at work yet again.
Everyone should look at Ron Paul, or Gary Johnson(not sure if he is still running). I don't agree with all of Ron Paul's ideas or Johnson either. But I do know Obama is not helping America by giving handouts. Romney is unsure of himself. And this Ryan fellow that Romney picked may beat up Romney at some point. At some point the best we can do is pick a President via shortest straw.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Why did I do that? And new ideas to change the worlds mind about .......
As the 5 of you who read my amazing blog know I have started doing Insanity. Yes the infomercial workout sensation that beckons you to lose weight by spending a nice, crisp 100 dollar bill. Why did I choose this one? What am I doing about the loss of 100 dollars? And does it work?
First off I chose this one because the "host" or "trainer" Shaun T. looked and sounded as though he wanted me to choose this one. And my brother and I chose it together. You don't need oodles of gear like P90X. No gym membership. And once you start, the moves are easy to remember.
I don't look at me losing the money. I look at it as losing weight. Having to catch my breath from walking to and from places, just isn't cool. Having to see myself in the mirror each day, huge gut and all, was not appealing to me. And I felt horrible.
Insanity totally works, but you have to put in the effort. Of course anything will work if you put in the effort. I just like Insanity because Shaun T. makes me feel like he is right there with me. Of course I know he isn't.
I'm slowly losing the weight, gaining self confidence, and rethinking my habits. Namely drinking and smoking. I like a cold beer and jager-bombs. I like to smoke. I really like to smoke alot. But neither one of those things actually make me feel better. The drinking does to a point, but the I pass out and wake up with a hangover and I feel like crap. I smell bad, because I start sweating out the barley, hops, and whatever else they decided to put in the beer mixture.
Smoking only causes me to smell even better!(sarcastically said while inhaling on a camel blue) Its a cool look for me... If I was Don Draper. But, I am no Don Draper. I cannot sale ketchup popsicles to a woman with white gloves. And I damn sure can't have a scotch at work. Plus, I look horrible in suits.
I'm really bored at work so I decided to write this.
As I'm looking back on what I have written, its almost as if I am trying to convince myself that I need to stop these things. Will I? One day I am hoping to stop smoking. I think I will keep the beer just in case. Maybe no more jager-bombs for a bit.
First off I chose this one because the "host" or "trainer" Shaun T. looked and sounded as though he wanted me to choose this one. And my brother and I chose it together. You don't need oodles of gear like P90X. No gym membership. And once you start, the moves are easy to remember.
I don't look at me losing the money. I look at it as losing weight. Having to catch my breath from walking to and from places, just isn't cool. Having to see myself in the mirror each day, huge gut and all, was not appealing to me. And I felt horrible.
Insanity totally works, but you have to put in the effort. Of course anything will work if you put in the effort. I just like Insanity because Shaun T. makes me feel like he is right there with me. Of course I know he isn't.
I'm slowly losing the weight, gaining self confidence, and rethinking my habits. Namely drinking and smoking. I like a cold beer and jager-bombs. I like to smoke. I really like to smoke alot. But neither one of those things actually make me feel better. The drinking does to a point, but the I pass out and wake up with a hangover and I feel like crap. I smell bad, because I start sweating out the barley, hops, and whatever else they decided to put in the beer mixture.
Smoking only causes me to smell even better!(sarcastically said while inhaling on a camel blue) Its a cool look for me... If I was Don Draper. But, I am no Don Draper. I cannot sale ketchup popsicles to a woman with white gloves. And I damn sure can't have a scotch at work. Plus, I look horrible in suits.
I'm really bored at work so I decided to write this.
As I'm looking back on what I have written, its almost as if I am trying to convince myself that I need to stop these things. Will I? One day I am hoping to stop smoking. I think I will keep the beer just in case. Maybe no more jager-bombs for a bit.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Why is my butt so big? Because I keep my beaver tail hidden!
As I grow older I realize that I am going to gain weight. I realized that my hearing will begin to diminish. I know that at some point I will become even more grumpy than I have been in my younger years. So when did my butt get so big? When did my gut get so big?
I blame Bud Light/Jager bombs, Dr. Pepper/Big Red, Cheeseburgers and a lazy attitude. I said goodbye to the Army lifestyle around October of 2010. I was in Iraq. I had made up my mind to end my career as a military man and move on to something "better". I gained weight, I lost all motivation for what I did, and I quit giving my all.
Fast forward a few months and I gave my farewell speech to Alpha Company in Kansas. That was a sad day. Not a "boo hoo, I'm gonna need a tissue", but more of "am I really doing this?' The next few weeks were a blur. I left Kansas, moved back to Temple, Texas and started reintegrating myself into society as a civilian. I drank everyday, I slept late, I ate way too much.
When I left for Arizona I stopped drinking mostly, but I kept eating. Delicious mexican food, amazing cheeseburgers, Whataburger. I drank only the finest 44 ounce Dr. Peppers and ate the fattiest snack foods. I was physically bulking up for a winter sleep that I would never partake in, partly because I am not a bear.
When I came back to Temple, I moved in with my little brother. My room was upstairs, and for about 14 steps, they seemed to be the longest steps ever. I would be out of breathe going up and down them. I still ate horribly, I drank alot and I kept up my liquid diet of Dr. Peppers and Big Reds.
The day my brother, his fiance and I moved into our newly rented house I noticed a large mirror in the bathroom that was now mine. The first shower I took, I scared the crap out of myself. Who was this large, overweight, beast of a man. I wasn't even a beast, I was a pudgy, dumpy, slouching mess. I won't say I was disgusted, but i was embarrassed.
Last week I ordered Insanity. I weighed myself too, 245 lbs. WHAT THE HELL! I have never been this big! I have let myself go, way beyond anything I have ever known. I'm hoping this video will get me motivated enough to lose some weight. Thanks go to my brother for doing it with me, otherwise I would probably stop at the first sign of pain.
The weight gain bothered me, frustrated me, and got me depressed at some points. I would lose my breathe while walking(smoking doesn't help either). I could barely play frisbee golf without getting sore. I have clothes that I purchased while in the Army that I can't even wear anymore.
When I would tell myself that it didn't bother me that people made fun of my beer gut, or my "fat ass, or my "chubby ness" I lied. I hated that person, I hated myself(for that brief moment). I would drown myself in beer or food. I was unhealthy in all the wrong ways.
My goal isn't to lose weight so that I can run a marathon, hike a mountain, or battle androids. I am losing weight because I am tired of my stomach hiding my feet from me. I am tired of going out of breathe from tying my shoes, walking to my truck, or going up a flight of stairs. I am not that big, but enough is enough. I want my old clothes back, I want my guitar to sit in front of my when I play, not on my side.
My motivation is that big mirror in the bathroom, My brother for helping me, and the thought of my ass crack showing. No one wants to see my ass crack when I bend over to tie my shoe. I'm not going to live forever, but I don't want to shorten my life any more than I already have.
GOAL 1 - lose 25 pounds in 2 months.
GOAL 2 - Quit Smoking
GOAL 3 - lose 45 pounds in a year
I blame Bud Light/Jager bombs, Dr. Pepper/Big Red, Cheeseburgers and a lazy attitude. I said goodbye to the Army lifestyle around October of 2010. I was in Iraq. I had made up my mind to end my career as a military man and move on to something "better". I gained weight, I lost all motivation for what I did, and I quit giving my all.
Fast forward a few months and I gave my farewell speech to Alpha Company in Kansas. That was a sad day. Not a "boo hoo, I'm gonna need a tissue", but more of "am I really doing this?' The next few weeks were a blur. I left Kansas, moved back to Temple, Texas and started reintegrating myself into society as a civilian. I drank everyday, I slept late, I ate way too much.
When I left for Arizona I stopped drinking mostly, but I kept eating. Delicious mexican food, amazing cheeseburgers, Whataburger. I drank only the finest 44 ounce Dr. Peppers and ate the fattiest snack foods. I was physically bulking up for a winter sleep that I would never partake in, partly because I am not a bear.
When I came back to Temple, I moved in with my little brother. My room was upstairs, and for about 14 steps, they seemed to be the longest steps ever. I would be out of breathe going up and down them. I still ate horribly, I drank alot and I kept up my liquid diet of Dr. Peppers and Big Reds.
The day my brother, his fiance and I moved into our newly rented house I noticed a large mirror in the bathroom that was now mine. The first shower I took, I scared the crap out of myself. Who was this large, overweight, beast of a man. I wasn't even a beast, I was a pudgy, dumpy, slouching mess. I won't say I was disgusted, but i was embarrassed.
Last week I ordered Insanity. I weighed myself too, 245 lbs. WHAT THE HELL! I have never been this big! I have let myself go, way beyond anything I have ever known. I'm hoping this video will get me motivated enough to lose some weight. Thanks go to my brother for doing it with me, otherwise I would probably stop at the first sign of pain.
The weight gain bothered me, frustrated me, and got me depressed at some points. I would lose my breathe while walking(smoking doesn't help either). I could barely play frisbee golf without getting sore. I have clothes that I purchased while in the Army that I can't even wear anymore.
When I would tell myself that it didn't bother me that people made fun of my beer gut, or my "fat ass, or my "chubby ness" I lied. I hated that person, I hated myself(for that brief moment). I would drown myself in beer or food. I was unhealthy in all the wrong ways.
My goal isn't to lose weight so that I can run a marathon, hike a mountain, or battle androids. I am losing weight because I am tired of my stomach hiding my feet from me. I am tired of going out of breathe from tying my shoes, walking to my truck, or going up a flight of stairs. I am not that big, but enough is enough. I want my old clothes back, I want my guitar to sit in front of my when I play, not on my side.
My motivation is that big mirror in the bathroom, My brother for helping me, and the thought of my ass crack showing. No one wants to see my ass crack when I bend over to tie my shoe. I'm not going to live forever, but I don't want to shorten my life any more than I already have.
GOAL 1 - lose 25 pounds in 2 months.
GOAL 2 - Quit Smoking
GOAL 3 - lose 45 pounds in a year
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Catch up to the past few months!
HEY! Its been way too long since I last posted. I've been slacking.... or I've been at school or work. But that is no excuse for leaving my 5 followers out of the loop! HAHA....
Okay, so as most of you know I have already gone to and finished guitar building school in Arizona. It was a good experience, and now I realize that I would love to do that full time, but it just doesn't pay the bills. I still owe the school some money, so I don't have my guitars yet, but I will have them one day.
I moved back to Texas and am now working for a government contractor, and going to school at CTC for Environmental Science. I'm hoping to finish up with an Environmental Engineering degree at some point.
Work is work. Boring sometimes, fun sometimes, but its always work and its a paycheck that helps with things like rent and food and gas. If you are in the military now and contemplating on getting out or staying in. STAY IN! It sucks while you are there sometimes, going away for a week, a month or a year. However, in the end it is worth all that to retire and get a little extra each month. Plus you forge relationships with people, when you leave them they seem to slowly diminish. On part of both parties, but still. It sucks.
School is awesome. I loved every minute of guitar building school. Learning the ins and outs of the build process and making a tree stump into a playable instrument. I also found out that I love to build amplifiers. It has to do something with the electricity or what have you.
Environmental Science classes have not started yet, but I do enjoy my CTC classes. So far, History I, GOVT I, Speech, and Comp 2 are complete. I'm signed up for more classes that start in a week or so and I am so ready to get going. Although I have to relearn algebra, its going good.
I am trying to work out my schedule to be able to spend more time with friends, take care of other projects and get into building guitars once again. Its a long tedious process, but my education comes first. Followed by my job, and then beer, and then finally sleep. So in between all of those things I am making time. I'm thinking I may give up beer to allow more time to sleep, or see friends.
Hope everyone is good. I have not bought a penguin yet.
Follow your heart.... but make sure you don't take it all the way out, you need it to live.
Okay, so as most of you know I have already gone to and finished guitar building school in Arizona. It was a good experience, and now I realize that I would love to do that full time, but it just doesn't pay the bills. I still owe the school some money, so I don't have my guitars yet, but I will have them one day.
I moved back to Texas and am now working for a government contractor, and going to school at CTC for Environmental Science. I'm hoping to finish up with an Environmental Engineering degree at some point.
Work is work. Boring sometimes, fun sometimes, but its always work and its a paycheck that helps with things like rent and food and gas. If you are in the military now and contemplating on getting out or staying in. STAY IN! It sucks while you are there sometimes, going away for a week, a month or a year. However, in the end it is worth all that to retire and get a little extra each month. Plus you forge relationships with people, when you leave them they seem to slowly diminish. On part of both parties, but still. It sucks.
School is awesome. I loved every minute of guitar building school. Learning the ins and outs of the build process and making a tree stump into a playable instrument. I also found out that I love to build amplifiers. It has to do something with the electricity or what have you.
Environmental Science classes have not started yet, but I do enjoy my CTC classes. So far, History I, GOVT I, Speech, and Comp 2 are complete. I'm signed up for more classes that start in a week or so and I am so ready to get going. Although I have to relearn algebra, its going good.
I am trying to work out my schedule to be able to spend more time with friends, take care of other projects and get into building guitars once again. Its a long tedious process, but my education comes first. Followed by my job, and then beer, and then finally sleep. So in between all of those things I am making time. I'm thinking I may give up beer to allow more time to sleep, or see friends.
Hope everyone is good. I have not bought a penguin yet.
Follow your heart.... but make sure you don't take it all the way out, you need it to live.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
New Blog Post.... finally!
I was checking my Facespace yesterday and my sister wrote a few blogs. I figured I better catch up. Plus, it has been a while since I posted. Thanks Tam for the inspiration.
A new year's resolution 1: to find out why people never use the freaking blinkers anymore.
2: to find out why I have gained so much weight.
3: to find out why I am labeled as a Caucasian.
So, those resolutions aren't the best but I'm doing pretty good so far on em. The first answer is the one I'm still searching for. It's as though people forget or just don't want to waste the energy to use the blinker to let other people know they are gonna go a certain way. "HELLO!!! You are not a ninja in your car, this is not fast and the furious! Let me know so I don't run over your Prius!! It's just a little click on a stick that is attached to your steering column, it is literally withing inches from your fingers. But, you may say, "Jeremy, I am applying makeup/texting/changing radio stations/or reading the paper, I can't just hit the clicker!" Bullshit! Eh, screw it, I'll just pummel your car into oblivion.
2 I have figured this one out fairly easily. I started drinking lots of soda, coffee and monsters. Then I decided my healthy choices of eating should involve some sort of drive up window. Poor decision on my part.
3. When I was exiting the Army I noticed there were so many different boxes to check off of my status as a human. I could be African American, Filipino, Spanish not from Mexico, Spanish, ..... so on and so forth. Then there is the lonely box of Caucasian, and the "other" box.
I was up in arms, just peeved that I had to check Caucasian. Why do I not get to choose Eastern European, or white. Hell, why not American!!! Why do we still have racial boxes?? We wonder about America's Racism levels and then we have these damn boxes! So I decided to do some research. Apparently someone decided that white people came from the Caucus mountains. We apparently descended down the mountains and infused ourselves into Europe and America. Then spread out over the earth. So, I would like to suggest to the race box makers of the world, " we use a skin tone graph. You pick the skin tone you currently have and then everything else will be OK. No race cards or boxes to use. We can just be one giant box of crayolas living our lives.
But, then again... we may melt and just be oozing all over the hot asphalt during a hot summer day. Never mind.
The past year, 2011 for those who forgot, had me moving all over the place for a few months. I started the year off in Iraq, still in the Army and disgruntled. By February I was in Kansas, still disgruntled and in the Army. I was back on American soil though. No more desert, no more carrying guns around. I was in Kansas, there was snow!!! I went home to Texas and bought a pistol. So, I had a gun to carry.
I made my exit from the Armed forces and proceeded home. Stayed with my mom while she vacationed in Texas away from Hawaii. Mainly cuz my step dad was in Afghanistan and she wanted to hang with my grandparents. I worked at the illustrious Bums Sports Bar for a few months. Then moved to Phoenix, AZ. Back into the desert I went. I started my journey of Luthiery, guitar building. It was a daunting task at first. Learning about sanders, and saw blades and types of trees and the woods we use to make instruments. But I figured most of it out and went on a building frenzy. By the time I leave AZ I will have made 4 electric guitars, 1 acoustic, 3 speaker boxes, 1 amplifier and a few dozen new friends. I had also managed to make many a guitar neck. Most of which were unusable, but hey the ones that are on the guitars will work!
Then came 2012. The world will end soon..... maybe. SO what am I to do??? I have decided that I need a house. I need more guns. I need more guitars and amps. I figure one of many things will happen. 1: zombies will become a reality, 2: the entire world will be consumed in a war, 3: aliens will come down and become our new masters, 4: absolutely nothing.
If zombies, war or aliens come. I need a place to make a stand. A house would be great. A couple of generators, a bunch of guns and some canned meat and I'm set. Well, for a little while. I may end up needing to get some flat sheet metal and a couple of welding supplies and books. Make me an up armored truck. Guess I should stock up on fuel too.
Now if nothing happens at all.... well, I still have the house, and the guitars and amps. I'll just rock out!
I'm not crazy or anything, just being realistic.
A new year's resolution 1: to find out why people never use the freaking blinkers anymore.
2: to find out why I have gained so much weight.
3: to find out why I am labeled as a Caucasian.
So, those resolutions aren't the best but I'm doing pretty good so far on em. The first answer is the one I'm still searching for. It's as though people forget or just don't want to waste the energy to use the blinker to let other people know they are gonna go a certain way. "HELLO!!! You are not a ninja in your car, this is not fast and the furious! Let me know so I don't run over your Prius!! It's just a little click on a stick that is attached to your steering column, it is literally withing inches from your fingers. But, you may say, "Jeremy, I am applying makeup/texting/changing radio stations/or reading the paper, I can't just hit the clicker!" Bullshit! Eh, screw it, I'll just pummel your car into oblivion.
2 I have figured this one out fairly easily. I started drinking lots of soda, coffee and monsters. Then I decided my healthy choices of eating should involve some sort of drive up window. Poor decision on my part.
3. When I was exiting the Army I noticed there were so many different boxes to check off of my status as a human. I could be African American, Filipino, Spanish not from Mexico, Spanish, ..... so on and so forth. Then there is the lonely box of Caucasian, and the "other" box.
I was up in arms, just peeved that I had to check Caucasian. Why do I not get to choose Eastern European, or white. Hell, why not American!!! Why do we still have racial boxes?? We wonder about America's Racism levels and then we have these damn boxes! So I decided to do some research. Apparently someone decided that white people came from the Caucus mountains. We apparently descended down the mountains and infused ourselves into Europe and America. Then spread out over the earth. So, I would like to suggest to the race box makers of the world, " we use a skin tone graph. You pick the skin tone you currently have and then everything else will be OK. No race cards or boxes to use. We can just be one giant box of crayolas living our lives.
But, then again... we may melt and just be oozing all over the hot asphalt during a hot summer day. Never mind.
The past year, 2011 for those who forgot, had me moving all over the place for a few months. I started the year off in Iraq, still in the Army and disgruntled. By February I was in Kansas, still disgruntled and in the Army. I was back on American soil though. No more desert, no more carrying guns around. I was in Kansas, there was snow!!! I went home to Texas and bought a pistol. So, I had a gun to carry.
I made my exit from the Armed forces and proceeded home. Stayed with my mom while she vacationed in Texas away from Hawaii. Mainly cuz my step dad was in Afghanistan and she wanted to hang with my grandparents. I worked at the illustrious Bums Sports Bar for a few months. Then moved to Phoenix, AZ. Back into the desert I went. I started my journey of Luthiery, guitar building. It was a daunting task at first. Learning about sanders, and saw blades and types of trees and the woods we use to make instruments. But I figured most of it out and went on a building frenzy. By the time I leave AZ I will have made 4 electric guitars, 1 acoustic, 3 speaker boxes, 1 amplifier and a few dozen new friends. I had also managed to make many a guitar neck. Most of which were unusable, but hey the ones that are on the guitars will work!
Then came 2012. The world will end soon..... maybe. SO what am I to do??? I have decided that I need a house. I need more guns. I need more guitars and amps. I figure one of many things will happen. 1: zombies will become a reality, 2: the entire world will be consumed in a war, 3: aliens will come down and become our new masters, 4: absolutely nothing.
If zombies, war or aliens come. I need a place to make a stand. A house would be great. A couple of generators, a bunch of guns and some canned meat and I'm set. Well, for a little while. I may end up needing to get some flat sheet metal and a couple of welding supplies and books. Make me an up armored truck. Guess I should stock up on fuel too.
Now if nothing happens at all.... well, I still have the house, and the guitars and amps. I'll just rock out!
I'm not crazy or anything, just being realistic.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)