Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Just because your old.......

I had an interesting experience at Metropolitan Market last night. I was walking out to the car with the kiddo and happened to look to my right just in time to see this gentlemen(by which I mean cranky, crusty, asshole) full on kick the side of a passing pickup. Not just a love tap, mind you, the entire sole of his foot connected with the pickup. Accompanied by the sound of bending metal. He then proceeded to his vehicle parked next to mine. The guy driving the truck, I shall call him Kid(even though he is probably my age), stopped and got out to see what the hell just happened, as any of us would.

I told him to check the back of his pickup because I think the gentleman dented it. Meanwhile, the gentlemen is starting his car and prepping to back out. I motion for him to roll down his window and say, "Sir, I would get out and talk to him if I were you."

He does get out, the whole time trying to justify his action by saying that the Kid smarted off to him in the store and tried to run him over in the parking lot. (The gentlemen almost stepped out in front of the Kid while behind a planter box.) Calling the Kid a smartass he got back into his car. All the while Kid was taking down his liscence plate info.

At this point I step in and tell the gentleman he kicked and dented the Kids car. His answer, as if it was supposed to exonerate him, was to tell me rudely there was already a huge dent there. I repeated my statement, but not before telling him that he was not being a big person about this.
The Kid was still too shell shocked to say much. I asked for the gentleman's name and got it, and he drove away in his gray Toyota SUV.

I asked the kid what happened in the store. Both he and the gentleman were coming out of the store at the same time. Gentleman took his bags out of his cart and left it in the middle of the entry to the store. Kid called him nicely on it. That was it. Sounds like a capital offense to me. Better put the Kid on death row.

Oh, did I mention gentleman's wife was there as well, and that she tried to defend him from inside the car?

This just goes to show, no matter how many decent people there are in the world, there are just as many indecent.

Mr. King I hope you are happy. You proved you are just another retired ugly American, whose sense of entitlement and bully behavior, is adding to our country's world image. Thank you.

Slainte,

Kevin

Sunday, January 27, 2008

What is the Universe Coming To?

Greetings,

A couple of days ago I was taking the kid to the mall. After parking and getting the stroller ready, I notice a car from Texas pull in across from me. A man in BDU's gets out and takes the woman he was with into the mall. Normally this wouldn't have raised any notice, but something glinted as they pulled in. I waited until they went in and went to investigate. Here is what I found.

For those who have never been off planet, this is the symbol of the Mandalorians.
Now I know they are not so much a race as clan of many races. But I struggle to come to grips with this choice. What self respecting Mandalorian would own a beat up Ford Focus. What self respecting Mandalorian would let a friend or clanmate drive a beat up Ford Focus. I mean really. This is the guy that is always at the ass end of the pack holding everyone up. Even with a long range turbolaser mounted on top and proton torpedo tubes under the headlights this guy still couldn't catch a drunk bantha.

I suppose the only redeeming value for this guy is the light show he will give once an XJ7 quad linked lasers have a go at it.

There is one other option, however. Some schutta could have gotten his hands on a bit of white paint(see the streaks on the hood) and created a poor facsimile of the Mandalorian symbol. In which case, it will be a race to see who vapes this guy first. The Mandalorians or anyone else. Poor little man. Oh well.

Slainte,

Kevin

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Art and the Body

Greetings,

Well, I finally got some permanent art affixed to my body. Three and a half hours and $250 later I couldn't be happier. Here it is.





Slainte,

Kevin

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

There is a job out there somewhere.

Greetings,

Does anyone out there know who I can talk to/how I can get my foot in the door at the convention center. There website diverts one to the city's job site and nothing is ever listed there for it. I would imagine there are jobs, even seasonal ones available. If anyone can help message/call/email me. Thanks.

Slainte,

Kevin

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Greetings,

Here is a video of our son. Please excuse my singing, I am a drummer.

Slainte,

Kevin

video

Monday, January 7, 2008

Visions

Greetings,

Well, the job I interviewed for went to someone else. For all my attempts to keep in good spirits about this, saying it is their loss and this must not have been the place I am supposed to be. There is a part of me that feel differently. The dark side that wishes nothing but failure to the person who got the job instead of me. Visions of catastrophe. Visions of raging clients. Visions of that person getting fired.

But that is all they are. Visions. That vengeful person is not me. But it lurks there in the background, telling all of us things we need to hear in the first moments when the hiring manager tells us they hired someone else. Then the good, compassionate person takes over, and we wish the manager a good day and thank them. And we mean it. I mean it.

Now...........

All I want to do is crawl into the nearest corner and cry.

Take all the raw emotion generated and give it a healthy outlet. Leaving room for all the true thoughts. Those that tell me I am a good and talented person. I have skills that many companies would be lucky to have. And as hard as it is, even if it takes six months, there is a job out there for me.


Slainte,

Kevin