Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Mark Knopfler is beaming messages to the future...

Well, maybe not. But at the very least, he and his band Dire Straits are a bit psychic.

In 1985, they released the album Brothers in Arms. One song from that album was more than just a song, in my opinion. The song, Walk of Life, was also a prophetic description of events that were to happen nearly 10 years later.

I'm sure you all remember the O.J. Simpson trial. Well, here's where things get strange. Sometime either during, or shortly after the trial, I heard Walk of Life on the radio, and some of the lyrics seemed oddly to fit some of the details of the trial. I'm not going to post all of the lyrics here, but excerpts. If you have a mo, go pick the tune up from iTunes, or your chosen music provider. Now, I'm going to put words from the song up, and then my interpretation of them. See what you think....

"Here come Johnny sing oldies, goldies."

Can there be any doubt that this refers to Johnnie Cochran, and his playing of the race card? Isn't that one of the 'oldest stories in the book?'

Or, how about "Turning all the nighttime into the day," which is turning black to white, yes? Or lies into the truth, perhaps?

"He got the action, he got the motion, oh yeah, the boy can play." Obviously more references to Cochran in court. Actions, motions, these are judge things.

"Here comes Johnny, gonna tell you a story. Hand me down my walkin' shoes." This is a blatant reference to the Bruno Magli's made so famous by the trial. Some of the strangest lyrics are near the beginning of the song, however.

"I got a woman down in the tunnel." Isn't that how they referred to the area where Nicole's body was found? The tunnel or somesuch?

Part of the chorus is: "You do the song about the sweet lovin' woman, you do the song about the knife, and you do the walk, you do the walk of life." I shouldn't have to point out the similarites here.

The last words I'm going to cite are these: "And after all the violence and double talk, it's a song in all the trouble and the strife. You do the walk, you do the walk of life." Obviously, the violence and double talk could refer to many things, many places, but when combined with the other lyrics, it's pretty clear.

Oh, and guess what? O.J. did the Walk of Life. Bastard should be rotting in prison, and instead, he's out 'looking for the real killers.'

Well, just thought you'd enjoy that little theory. I've been saying it since the 90's when I first made the connection.

Hope all is well with all of you.....


Saturday, October 21, 2006

Saying good-bye to Justin.

One of the problems with having a large extended family is that very often, you can go for loooooong periods of time without seeing people. Case in point: my cousin Justin. The last time I saw him he was maybe 5 or 6, I don't remember. It really has been that long.

On Friday October the 13th, 2006, I attended his funeral. He was 16.

He lived in Colfax, a small town nestled into the Western slope of the Sierra Nevada mountains. It's a small place, everybody knows everybody.

The day was divided into 2 parts: A Catholic Mass for family, and following that, a get-together for...well, pretty much the whole town from what I could tell....

The Mass was dignified, and very emotional. They usually are. I honestly know little enough of the faith I was raised to believe in to relate any particular details of the service here, except to say that I know they did Communion.

This was his Missal (is that even what they call it):

The second event was at the Community Center, and was much looser. Many of his school friends were about, and relatives I hadn't seen since...well, prolly the last funeral. That seems to be the way it is. Somehow it's always the funerals.

There was a banner for people to sign:

And I guess you'd call it a shrine:

How do you say good-bye to a 16 year old boy? I barely knew Justin. We lived half a state away from each other. They ran a slide show, set to music. Songs that meant a lot to Justin, and songs that he had introduced people to. Some of his friends got up and spoke a few words. A friend of his mother's belted out a rendition of "Amazing Grace" that literaly brought tears to my eyes.

The event was capped by a dove release at sundown:

It's taken me quite a while to post this, as you can see. It's been a pretty emotional week.

Now, I hear some of you asking why Friday the 13th? Well, it would have been Justin's 17th birthday. The video below is a local news story about it. I warn you, it's pretty harsh.

News Story.

The asshole father is luck it wasn't MY kid he did that to. Were that the case, he'd be attending his own funeral.

Well, that's all I have for now.


Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Ok, fine. I admit it...

I'm the worst blogger.


I've been busyblahblahblah...

I had to 'shop the photosblahblahblah...

On a happier note, I'm ready to regale you all with the Tales of the Magic Kingdom.

Tis going to be a loooong one, and there will be many photos. I'm sitting here eating Pixie Stix and Warheads as I write this, (thanks jessi) and remembering again how much I like sour.

So, to the task at hand:



Tho today was not actually the day we left, it was the first day of my vacation. Imagine my surprise, therefore, when I got a call from work. While I was at Costco, I might add. We were stocking up on road food. Someone had called in sick...Well, you would have been proud of me.

I actually said no. That's right, for the first time in my history with this company, I said no to being called in. Well, we finished shopping, had lunch (dog and a soda $1.50) and headed home. I was in bed too early, and couldn't sleep. Oh well, it's always like that.


It's easy to tell when you defecate a fish.

We were up early, and despite some initial running around, and car issues, we got out of town. I remember looking at the clock, just after we filled up. It was 10:25. We took the scenic route out of town:

After awhile, we fell back on our favorite road game: Madlibs. We have a great time with these silly little things, and for some reason, they always seem to produce watch phrases for the trip.

The 1st one this year?....

Yeah, it's easy to tell when you defecate a fish. That had us all roaring with laughter.

As you all prolly know, the first leg of our trip is always to the Central coast to pick up my son Michael:

That's him on Gadget's Go Coaster in Toontown.

At about the halfway mark, we find ourselves just outside Livermore, and in one of my favorite areas. I could happily spend several days out here taking pictures. These are from a moving car, and suck:

We arrived safely, had a huge bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken and fixin's for dinner, and collapsed in a tired heap.

Nibbling a magic poodle.

That's another Madlib, can you tell?

Can you feel the excitement? Today is the day we get to the park. We actually managed to get up and on the road in record time. We were on the road before the sun had cleared the horizon. We gassed again, and headed south. We were making really good time, and then there was a slow down. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say there was a chunk of steel maybe 5'x 4' x 3' just laying in the middle traffic lane.


Well, we got to the hotel, my mom and Summer arrived, and we were off. There are some rides that are staples, and it's not if, but how many times will we ride them. These include Space Mountain:

Thunder Mountain:

Grizzly Peak, Californa Screamin', and Soarin' over California. Also Splash Mountain, Pirates, and Indiana Jones. I could prolly scrounge up photos of all those, but I ain't gonna. We had a good day, and finished it off with some late night shopping:

What the screaming blue fuck is a clafoutis?

One thing that we usually to is dinner at Goofy's Kitchen. It's character dinner, and it's also a buffet. You can surely get your money's worth ($35.00 a head), and the food's usually pretty good. I ate a ton this year, and headed over to the dessert line, ready to push myself into gastric hell. My sister pointed to this:

And asked me "What's clafoutis?" I had to admit, that I did not know. We asked Pops. 40 years a chef, worked everyting from breakfast houses to gourmet dinner houses. Cooked with Cordon Bleu chefs, world class pastry chefs. Never misses a cooking/food question on Jeopardy.

Yeah, he had nothing. Shit, it looks like an axe wound, and didn't smell much better. So, if you can solve the mystery, please enlighten me.

I was so full after dinner that I went back to the room and just veg'd out. It was about a 50/50 split of crashers and back to parkers.


It's a pirates life for me

My sister, ever the planner had designated Thursday of our stay as Pirate Day. Everyone had a pirate shirt of some description. Here's pop wearing the one that he, Michael and I were all wearing. This photo was taken by Michael:

Imagine descriptions of all the rides. I've told you all about them before....


It's a jungle out there.

The highlight of Friday was lunch at the Rainforest Cafe. They have pretty good food, and the store is chock full of all kinds of cool stuff. Not Disney sorveniers to be sure, but all wild animal, nature-themed cool kinds of stuff. They also have this totally cool fishtank:

We also posed for a photo with the brass plug that marks the geographical center of the park:


Parting is such sweet sorrow

The end came all to quickly, as it always does. Check out was at 11, and we made it with about half an hour to spare. We got on the road, and set our sights on the Central Coast once again.

Another night at Michael's, and off we set for home. We stopped at Garlic World again, and bought some fresh produce. Yum.

So, there you have it. I know the details got kinda sketchy at the end, but I'm tired. That's a lot of typing there, you know.

Well, here's hoping blogger doesn't choke on it,