Sunday, March 14, 2010

Oceanfront Property In Arizona

Yeah I know. Its an old George Strait tune, but I call Arizona, home. I was raised in South America and when my family moved to the US when I was a wee toddler, our port of entry was Buffalo, NY. Talk about a climate shock. We stayed there til I was a teenager, then moved to OK and in my young adult years, I settled in Arizona. Actually, I was living in KY around 2001 and in the summer of 2002, my brother called and asked if I would take over his lease so he could move in with his girlfriend. I took the opportunity to move to a WARM, ARID state. I'd had enough of snow, no sunlight, and freezing cold.

I took these on a short hike outside my backyard ... which is the Tucson Mountains. 

We call the Saguaro cactus ... "Tucson trees".

Not like oceanfront property ...but you can see the sky and mountains for miles.

The Gila Wilderness

I was driving down the sort of back road to the Pima Animal Control Center to put up a poster of my lost cat and I suddenly flashed back to vacationing two summers ago in the Gila wilderness in New Mexico. I can't say I travel a lot, but lately, it just seems that way. Last month, I was in Las Vegas for a couple of weeks for a job and then we went camping in the Catalina Foothills. I made a video of myself and my then ex girlfriend whom I called "Dr. Girlfriend" cuz she was an RN who also traveled a lot. Perfect pair we were. Then. I called her Dr. Girlfriend cuz I hated her first name; which reminded me of some dumb bimbo off Baywatch or something. She didn't like her name either, but its a funny thing though. We got to the level of comfort to where we really didn't call each other by our first names; more like she'd call me "sweetie" and if I wanted her attention, I'd just say, "hey Red" due to she was a redhead.

I'm a hot springs aficionado and here's my crude video -- as in crappy camcorder crude.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Damn Cat

My cat’s been gone for five days now. I’m guessing he either got eaten by coyotes or someone picked him up. He’s friendly enough. I also found out that there’s a “cat nazi” that lives in the neighborhood and shoots at cats. I don’t exactly know which one, but the neighbors tell me of it. This makes me even more hostile towards stupid people. If Roo doesn’t come home soon, he’ll get sick. He needs to have his insulin shots which I give him nightly. He was ketoacidotic in Pet ER and almost died of diabetic coma. Dropped three grand on the little shit. And now he’s gone.
I figured he’d at least have the decency to stick around til I paid his damn vet bill off, but NOOOOO.
So I printed up posters and put an ad on craigslist with a reward. No responses. I even went so far as posting in the Humane Society's lost pets sections. They haven't called. I remember seeing a terrier in the Lost Pets binder at the front desk with a thousand dollar reward. Its still missing. Sadness.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Idiots Out There

I went to Traffic Survival School today and was constantly reminded to watch out for the other guy who could be an idiot who thinks he/she owns the road. "There's a bunch of stupids out there". It was an all day event starting at 0730 AM and ending at 1600. Watched a few enlightening videos but mostly got to listen to the instructors with their information. I'd say it was entertaining as informative cuz I feel I know a little bit more than when I went in there. My mind is blank. Got up too early for it. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz *M

Monday, March 1, 2010


"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?"

-- Renton from the movie "Trainspotting"

I choose to have a life. I get to travel all over the place. Within the past month, I put 5,000 miles on my car. Living in a car blows, but not as much as having a crop so I choose to have a life at ENJOYING life. I'm finding out who I am. I'm finding out I can make a living out of nothing. I guess that's all right, for now. I miss working. I miss having a steady job. I miss punching in the clock. Literally.

At my last job, we pushed these hard buttons and at times, I would lose my temper and knuckled it ... like a Cro-Magnon ape. I remember one time, this hot MILF was behind me (I didn't know she was behind me) waiting to punch in and I was knuckling the time clock. Then I sensed her presence.

I felt really primal then.

Currently hard-wired to my old apartment that I'm leaving today. Cleaning and moving sucks. I kinda feel like Renton in "Trainspotting" in the last scene where he's got the money on the run from Bagbie, whose blowing piss out his ass cuz the money's gone. And I like it that Renton gave a share to Spud so it was a happy ending. Sort of. I know people like Bagbie. Worse than me.

I rented out my apartment for the gem show and the last renters turned it to shit. I told Christina that I didn't want people with dogs but she told me they were obedience dogs and going to keep them kenneled. I needed the rent money anyway ... to pay for Roo's surgery in Pet ER. The renters left my apt fucked up: window blinds ripped and the bathroom linoleum in shreds. And when they couldn't pay, they said they'll come back and get the mess cleaned up. So while Angie and I were at my place cleaning, one of them tried to come back but left once she saw us STILL at the apartment. Angie got some of her precious stones amounting a few hundred bones and I was tempted to pawn the chick's laptop. Who'd want a Macbook anyway? They were Cali hippies so they didn't have anything of value except the rocks. I'm still broke. I'm not repairing the blinds or linoleum -- which has another layer exactly like the one that's ripped ON TOP OF IT.

So yeah ... I'm kinda abandoning it. What can they do, evict me? No job to pay for the next two months rent so I'm back to living out in the desert at Angie's. She's in school in California. I was tempted to ask some people to put some hurt on the renters who WERE also from Cali. I could do that. I can do that. But I'm not. Angie keeps telling me about the Three-fold. She put a hex on them so I won't have to deal with it. Besides, she's closer to them anyway.

-- So I'm somewhat like Renton ... in the choosing part. I don't care for drugs, but choosing is always good. Its like being on a smorgasbord: you get to choose anything you want. I got lots to choose now. My sis, Hazel, sent me some money to go back home to OK til Angie gets out of school so I think I'll go visit my family for a while.



I find myself fascinated with the human digestive system. Basically, all we (humans) are, are walking mouths with a tube going in and out ... kinda like a water hose. In between there, if the body has no use for what you eat, it gets processed and compacted in the small then water is drained and nutrients removed in and ...

Heh! I'm catching reprocessing that info and spilling it back on here. I have this new outlook on food. We grow it and once its in our hands or mouths, that's the last light of day its ever gonna see! Yes, I'm so base in my thinking. I often amaze myself.