Some Sort of Review, I Guess

Thanksgiving! I hope yours was happy! Nah, I don't care. Mine was great, but no pics this year. Highlights:
I ate a chicken Gizzard. Ugh.
No women came on the after-lunch 4 wheeler ride, so it was more of a race. And after, my cousin Chad asked how I learned to ride so well. I told him it was from playing video games, and everyone laughed. But I was being serious...
I went into a barn with 8 men outside with shotguns. I was supposed to scare out some doves. I scared about 5 out in to what must have been a hail of gunfire. Everyone missed.
The Mom's lemonade was in full effect.
Sleep on the way home.

Saturday was the roughest, toughest Rollergirl match to date. It was for the championship, and it was brutal. Not that you care, but the M-80's won. Go Julie! (Ahem, I mean Evillasting Jawbreaker.) After the bout, which went without too many security concerns, The Seven Shot Screamers played the afterparty, and they were pretty good. (SUCK IT, CANDYLAND CHICK, YOU AND YOUR GOOFY NEW PURSE!) I got tired, and went home without saying Bye to any of the other ZS people. I don't know why. I didn't even say goodbye to Gunny, and he lives in Texas. Weird.

Call of Duty 4. My new video addiction. I have found out a few things about myself(the online version, anyway:) My gun is my most useful skill. Not strategy, tactics, or leadership. All of these things I possess, but my ability to acquire and dispatch targets within a breath remains my most trusted and useful skill. I'm level 13 out of 55, and on a good day I'm always second een though I only have this crappy AK-47 to shoot. Now, I'm not saying that the legendary AK-47 is crappy. I'd never do that. But compared to the mighty G36 and the like, it's a little weak. But bullets are bullets, and mine almost always find their target. >;-)

I continue to paint ammo cans.
JTHM is coming...
Everything is Everything.

Cheers,
The Captain.

Zombie Con 2007: The Survival Story

You can find it here


Cheers,
The Captain

I, Robot

I wanted to title this "Thanks, Bernard!" but I didn't. Bernard is the guy at Microsoft tech support that speaks English. He was very helpful, and I understood him.

I've watched I, Robot with Will Smith about 4 times now. Different scenes when it was on TV. I think it's a great movie. I grow every wary of the technology that I love so much. Last night my computer downloaded an update and restarted itself automatically. I'm not okay with that. I lost about 2 hours of work that I didn't save because I was going to finish it this morning. I know I should have saved it, but that's not what I'm mad about. I'm not even going to rant about it. It's just weak, and I have bigger problems right now. Go see I Am Legend with Will Smith after you watch I, Robot. Because I said so.

Cheers,
The Captain

Smile Empty Soul

I had an absolute crop today, and I guess it's not okay to mope around all day and say nothing at my job. My bad. When I'm feeling down, I like to give to a good cause, and then make some weird art.

GIVE

Cheers,
The Captain

NABloPoMo

If you odn't know what it is, it's here like Godzirra. Search Google Search 704d


no, I'm not a participant. Meerly an obzervur

Drink to the Dead

Here I go, breaking the rules...
A guy I work with went to a funeral today. It was his best friend, and his "accountability partner." He died, at age 38, of cancer.
Wiggles, as I will refer to him, is about my age or so. Okay, he's a little older, but he doesn't act any older. He's trying to turn his life in a new direction. Well, that might not be exactly right. Wiggles has demons he's fighting though. I can tell that much. We are kindred souls, he and I. It's impossible to explain, and difficult to comprehend, but it is nonetheless true. He's going to church, has a girlfriend, and appears, at the very least, to be on the straight and narrow.

I think my desire to reach out to him, to comfort him in this time of whatever comes from within. You know? I've had two deaths recently, neither of them people I was particularly close to, but both were tragic, as death is. I want to help this guy I work with (I'll explain help in my eyes some other time) so I can feel better for/about myself. I guess I'm looking for closure. I like the guy though. He's smart, funny and nice. Easy to be around. I know we won't go get a beer, but I dunno. I feel bad. Bad things shouldn't happen to good people, but like I said, he's at odds with demons.

A pirate. A dangerous person. A Bona fide Man of Action. I'm not at odds with my demons. I understand we all have them. I have a sort of working relationship with them, I guess. You can never beat your demons. Face 'em, yeah. Fight 'em, sure. If you want to waste a lot of effort. The best course of action, in my mind, is to satiate them so you can go on living the way you want. A satisfied customer is an oblivious customer.

So I hope all the best to Wiggles. Like him, I solicited no help from my co-workers and only mentioned funerals and such as a bare minimum. Reasons for not being there, and reasons for erratic behavior.

Uncle Joe, HK33K, you guys are not reasons to me. I keep you here, in my heart.

Fly free, men. I'll see you at the next event.

Cheers,
The Captain

Update!

ZS trivia night is Thursday. I'm banging out some .50 cal boxes for the silent auction. Work sux, but I'm getting better, plus I've been out on a different job almost every day this week. Listening to Taj Mahal live album. It's good. Got a new shipment of medical supplies from an Army pal (unexpected) now I have enough of this shit to save many lives. Gotta go, scrubs is on.



Cheers,
The Captain

F.A.K.

A FAK is a First Aid kit. It's basically something you have (everyone should) in your car and B.O.B. (if you have one) and your home. A FAK is not a hospital. A FAK is something like painkillers, gauze, band-aids, and such. Very basic, just to get you to a hospital or more serious help. I just opened up my army issue FAK that I bought for 25$. I have since added superglue and a snake bite emergency repair kit. Today, I recieved a few goodies from a squad member who's in the Army. So I went to go through my FAK to familiarize myself with it. Man, it's like, a bunch of toy crap compared to the military stuff I get. 4 pain relievers, a cold pack, plastic tweezers, a couple tiny rolls of gauze, surgical scissors, and such. What a load of crap. Get yourself a FAK for your car. Even if it's some crappy Johnson and Johnson one, something is better than nothing in an emergency. Me? I have some reorganizing to do.


Cheers,
The Captain

RIP HK33K

That's 2, if anyone's counting besides me. Pat, aka HK33K on the Zombie Squad Forums is dead. He died Tuesday, of a heart attack. GODDAMNIT this has been a real shitty period in my life. At this point I'm thinking "why him and not me?!! I have such a crap life but I continue on, while people who care, people who make a difference in a GOOD way in other people's lives are dying all around me."

I have been through all that before. Here. Here is the proof that this man was loved.

LINK LINK

I don't spend a lot of time on the forums with my fellow squad members. It's the first thing I have regretted in a very long time. I live this life of comfortable distance, I envision myself as a passenger on the train of life. Truth is, it's a bullet train and I'm missing so much around me. Pat died 2 days ago and I just found out. I'm 28 years old, and living at home in the lap of luxury. And I'm just letting the days go by.

HK33K was a big part of the firearms forum in the zombie squad. The man owned a goddamned .50 caliber sniper rifle for christs sake. I need to get a grip. Can you see how I don't deal with bad news well? Pat's weapon cache was like a frikken' movie. Her rarely took photos of all of his guns at once because he didn't have the time to get them all out. He dispensed advice and answered questions both modestly and quickly. He's gone now. A venerable pool of firearms knowledge and skill and he is gone. Forever. I might get my shit together one day. I might have a question about some part or upgrade and now I won't be able to ask him. Dick. He's dead. I don't think I ever even wrote him a goddamned thing. I've been on the squad for 8 months now. I survived zombie con 2007 and I bet you that less than half of the people I met there for the first time even remember my name.

*Breath*

It has been two days since HK33K has passed, and there are already 2 threads mourning him, 7 pages deep, and everyone and their zombie-hunting-son are going to the range tomorrow to honor the master of class III firearm's memory. This sucks. I cant type anymore. I don't know what to do.