Poor old Jonnie Ray...

ARUBA, The Murder Capital of the Caribbean!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

I hope everyone has an excellent holiday full of fun times with their family and friends and a belly full of turkey! I am thankful of the time I get to spend with my family and that biscuit I had this morning, it was a very good biscuit...

I can't believe what I'm seeing on TV...

I'm watching the morally bankrupt students at Penn State gathering together to support Head Coach Joe Paterno and his Defensive Coach Jerry Sandusky. They are chanting the names Joe and Jerry and holding signs supporting them. Jerry Sandusky is accused of the systematic sexual abuse of young boys in the hallways and the locker rooms of the University Football facilities and Coach Joe Paterno knew about the abuse and did nothing. The students behavior is disgusting...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

LOVE this guy!

David<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~rocking out to the new old school!

tis true...

I can't believe I missed their show in STL!

WHEN I START TO BREAK IT ON DOWN
by Erasure

Everybody seems to have their own point of view
In time my friend there'll be another
Everybody wants to tell me what I should do
But I don't know if I'll recover

What did I do? Did I deserve it?
Have I been careless with you baby?
What can I do to make it better?

When I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me

If I make it through the whole night
Everything's gonna be alright
I'm sure that it's the way that it should be
And when I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me

Seems that I have reached a point of consciousness
Where my love was real and yours was tender
There is nothing else I know we could've done
'Cause I believe in sweet surrender

What did I do? Did I deserve it?
Have I been careless with you baby?
What can I do to make it better?

When I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me

If I make it through the whole night
Everything's gonna be alright
I'm sure that it's the way that it should be
And when I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me

I said oh
When I start to break it down
When I start to break it down
When I start to break it down, down, down, down

Woah, woah, woah

If I make it through the whole night
Everything's gonna be alright
I'm sure that it's the way that it should be
And when I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me

And when I start to break it all down
When I start to break it all down
It's becoming perfectly clear to me

This song always makes me cry...

SICK TO DEATH

I am sick to death of listening to Republican Politicians defend their

LACK OF COMPASSION FOR THEIR FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS 

by extolling the virtues of

GREED

David<~~~~~~wishes the world could be more like an NPR broadcast!

What time is it?

ARCHON 35!

I am 46 years old and tonight I shall dance to this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKtM2yLZIJU

The best thing for President Obama's Reelection...

...is the Tea Party!

I used to think that an independent Conservative candidate was the best thing that could happen to a Democratic run for office.  Now I'm not so sure.  It seems that they are seriously allowing their lunatic fringe to dictate the actions of the whole Republican Party.  What a HOOT!  I don't think candidate Michele Bachmann knows enough to shut her mouth when her head is underwater.  They also have another unintelligent Texas Governor, "I ain't related to no MONKEY!" running for the Presidency.  You get "anal lube and fecal matter" when you google candidate Rick Santorum.  And to top it all off on National Television the Tea Party cheers the idea of allowing an uninsured comatose man to just die.  I almost feel bad for my Republican friends...

(almost)

David<~~~~~~~~~~~~laughing at the stupid people in the Tea Party!

Right Wing Nutjobs

I think it'd be funny if we gather up all the fringe groups, conspiracy theorists, and tinfoil hat lunatics into one room and let them gabber at each other.

Oh wait, CNN just did that...

9/11

10 years later and it still makes me cry.

The Barf Story

     I'm been out of sorts for about a week now and I was "officially" sick yesterday and that is what this post is all about.  I woke up very dizzy.  Stand up and walk straight into a wall dizzy.  It happened last week also and I just slept in till it decided to go away on it's own.  I have been diagnosed with Vertigo (not just a cool comic book label) and have pills for it and everything.  Yesterday sleeping in was not an option because I had to go help the girlfriend's sister move into her new "department" (as Tif's niece says).  So I get up wobbly as hell and take a shower while holding onto the wall with two hands at all times (try that some day).  Thinking my dizziness might be related to my diabetes I eat some yogurt and half an apple so I can take my meds without them tearing up my stomach.  Get dressed all in record time.  I even have time to run by the Post Office to pick up a registered letter someone sent me.  So I hop in 'Deerslayer' and head to downtown Vally Park.  On the way my stomach starts to act weird.  I'm a mind over matter kind of a guy and think no problem, I can handle this.  Turning down the street to the Post Office I start to worry that I might throw up. 
     I'd like to take a moment to let everyone know my personal vomit history.  I rarely throw up.  I don't drink alcohol and I'm rarely sick.  When I am sick and I think I might have to throw up I can control the urge till I get to an appropriate place to throw up, like a bathroom toilet or in a pinch a sink.  Never have I ever thrown up on myself or on anyone or anything that I later regretted.  I'm a good vomiter...
     It's not to bad at first.  I kid myself that my stomach is just rumbling because it's hungry.  Then I kid myself that my stomach is just rumbling because I'm still a little bit dizzy.  As I turn into the Post Office I get one of those little lurches that let you know, barfing is in your immediate future.  I know the names of both of my mail carriers at my apartment and have my favorite postal employees that wait on me in the Post Office.  I KNOW ALL THEIR NAMES and opening the car door in their parking lot was never an option.  It's OK, I can control this.  v-minus-10  Lurch, a little vomit in my mouth.  v-minus-9  I can handle this.  v-minus-8  Lurch, more vomit in my mouth.  v-minus-7  Seeking alternative solutions.  v-minus-6  Spot Wendy's cup on the passenger floorboard.  v-minus-5  SALVATION!  v-minus-4  Dive for cup.  v-minus-3  Rip off lid.  v-minus-2  Check to see if anyone is watching my impending embarrassment, NO ONE - YAY!  v-minus-1  Look down at cup to see that the lid is still on...WHAT?  v-minus-0

ROCKET VOMIT

Here is a partial list of what was affected:

1. My shirt
2. My shorts
3. My beard
4. My glasses
5. My hand
6. The Wendy's cup
7. The steering wheel
8. The center console
9. The gear shift
10. The rear view mirror
11. The windshield
12. The air conditioning vent
13. The radio
14. The dashboard
15. The passenger seat
16. The passenger seat floorboard
17. The passenger seat floorboard
18. The passenger door
19. The speaker face in the passenger door
20. and a little bit on the ceiling

The good news?  I only vomited once in my car.  The other three time I managed to barf in the Wendy's cup.  Side note: Holding a cup full of warm vomit is one of the Life Experiences that I could have happily lived without.  So now I have liquid apple chucks sprayed all over the interior of my car.  So I drive to Tif's 2nd job and confess my embarrassment.  Then drive home and curl up on the couch all day long except when I sit up twice to eat the fried chicken and chili dogs Tif brings me to eat.  She's a good girlfriend like that...

David<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~still a pretty good vomiter

I'm not sure which is worse...

That the majority of Advertisers assume

the Average American Consumer is stupid

OR

That they are probably right...

Planning my Birthday Trip...

My favorite chewing gums...

(I can blow a bubble with them too)

New Haircut!

...imagine a cross between a pompadour and a flat top...

(with a little 'Kid n Play' added in for good measure!)


DAVID<~~~~~~~~has a 'POPTOP'

(think double-wide Mohawk)

CONNER!

new poem

lazy thoughts


While biking among the river giants.
I watch the dust dance in sunbeams. 
A flash of yellow catches my eye.
A oriole swoops past the biketrail.
Leaves matted to the trail by dew.
Crunch as I ride over them up hill.
Geese sleep underneath the trees.
It's too hot to get all excited today.
Coasting downhill is my favorite.
The wind flows past my face.
And the air fills my lungs
I am alive and
happy



DAS

A tribute to my father

Hello Grant!

Yesterday Tiffany rode 3 miles with me on the Meramec Greenway, love that girl!  This morning I got up early (100 degree days) and hit the Grants Trail for the first time.  It's 8 miles long and I rode all the way to the end and then biked back to my car in 1 hour and 45 minutes...

THIS IS WHAT I LEARNED:

1st Half of my ride:  Downhill baby!

2nd Half of my ride:  All uphill dude...

1st Half of my ride:  I feel like I'm 12 again!

2nd Half of my ride:  I feel like I'm 45 years old...


1st Half of my ride:  The Honeysuckle is intoxicatingly sweet!
2nd Half of my ride:  The Honeysuckle is sickeningly sweet...


1st Half of my ride:  Two people said "I love your bike!"
2nd Half of my ride:  Nobody talks to you while biking...


1st Half of my ride:  Love this old rusted Ironworks! 
2nd Half of my ride:  Already seen the old Ironworks...


1st Half of my ride:  Goes by incredibly fast!
2nd Half of my ride:  Goes by incredibly slow...


1st Half of my ride:  My heart is singing!
2nd Half of my ride:  My butt is complaining...


1st Half of my ride:  I will definitely ride Grants Trail again!
2nd Half of my ride:  I will definitely ride Grants Trail again...