The little things... and a saw.

With the ever constant doldrums at Hell House weighing heavier and heavier by the day, I realized a drastic change was needed. Everything in my life was becoming completely emotionless; like aged dust on a sealed crypt. I was starting to fill the dusky void with anger and sarcasm, leaving little space for anything else. I had abandoned the flow of the living and evolving world, along with pretty much everyone in it. I continue to do my job well (not the best by a long shot, but above average still), as that remains the only social interaction I care to endure (and by necessity at that).

So an interesting side note is appropriate at this time:

This posting started out to be a quick, fun post about cutting some wood. Upon pondering how to start the theme, the post seemed to turn into some sort of psychology project!

I'll march onward anyway...

Hell House was in dire need of wood, as my miserly ways will not permit me to run my furnace unless absolutely necessary... and I SO dislike the COLD!

I figured instead of paying a boatload of money for a couple dump trucks of wood, I would purchase a good quality chainsaw and get myself out into the woods where I could reconnect with the ebb and flow of life.

It worked out well, and although I was using a machine, the bulk of my time was spent walking, loading, carting and stacking the wood. Plenty of time to meditate and just connect with things. Quite refreshing.

So, the end result (which was the only reason I was doing this post!)...

Chiller TV, The Langoliers ... WTF?!!! (and my spatula)

I settled in to watch Stephen King’s The Langonliers last night. (Was on Chiller TV; commercial channel, so I pre-taped it a couple hours before watching.)

So I’m layin’ in bed, and its not the greatest (was made for TV in the 90’s), but it was a good view for one time. So after 2 hours… its half way done… AND THERE’S NO SECOND HALF!!!

So 1:30 this morning, I’m cussing out the TV because Chiller didn't indicate that there was no second part to watch. (On the guide, it just looks like they’re showing the movie back to back. I figured they just marked part 1 and 2 exactly the same. .... yeah...)

I looked ahead and saw another double shot starting at 2 a.m. and BOTH ending by 6 this morning. So I time record the second part (which made me over-ride a bunch of settings because it kept telling me I already recorded it once.)

I got up early (about 6:30), started laundry, did dishes (yup, I left ‘em dirty last night!... I’m so proud!), then made nice breakfast for me and shit-head-bird. Plopped down to watch part 2…. And….. IT WAS MUTHA-LUVIN’ PART ONE AGAIN!!!

Went to the Chiller TV web site. Tried to find an answer. Nothing. Signed in as a member because their forum didn't seem to work. It still doesn't. You can't search. Couldn't figure out how to post anything.

Did a general search over the internet, figuring (hoping) I wasn't the only person pissed off about the second half. Sadly... I seem to be. Its that or I'm completely missing something right in front of my face.

Now here at Hell House, I realize that I'm living in some sort of vortex, however, I doubt that it reaches as far as Chiller TV. I think they messed up... or like messing with people.

The following is now a completely different issue based on a spatula and the Vortex of Hell House:

This morning as I was preparing to start some eggs, I went to the usual drawer to get my metal spatula, but it wasn't there. Mild panic ensued as I could not believe what was happening, because it is always there and always put away in the same place. I glanced over at the drain board, just to make sure (though I know it wasn't since I just did the few dishes from the night before), and then even opened the oven to look. I checked another drawer that contains back-up and rarely-used utensils, but it wasn't there either. I started removing items piece at a time from the original drawer, heart racing in disbelief.

I closed the drawer and looked all around me, breathing heavily and laughing at the silence. (Well... Aside of the bird yelling, "Let me outta here!" in the background.)

I uttered, "No way!" and opened the drawer again, and there, right on the very top of everything, was the spatula; a big honkin' spatula glistening bright silver from the overhead lighting.

Too many hits.

Deleted due to too many hits.

We don't like hits here.

Ok. Top 10. Right now.

Ok reader(s), whoever is out there, and wants to participate.

I'm going to list, right now, my top 10 favorite songs and covering artist(s).

If you would be so kind, all (probably one) of you post YOUR top 10 favs (right now) in the comments area, but DO IT AS ANONYMOUS. I want to try and guess who posted what. I don't know if I'll follow up with anything from this point on, but right now it intrigues me... It pleases me.

So, if anyone cares to indulge... POST AS ANONYMOUS and have some fun.

Here's my shiz:

1. Ain't No Rest For The Wicked / Cage The Elephant
2. Little Light Of Love / Eric Serra
3. Dead Again / Type O Negative
4. 99 Problems / Jay-Z
5. Fade Into You / Mazzy Star
6. Ah! mes amis...Pour mon ame / Pavarotti
7. Wings Wetted Down / Blue Oyster Cult
8. The Court Of The Crimson King / King Crimson
9. Book Of Roses / Andreas Vollenweider
10. Vicarious / Tool


Ok.. remember... this is just right NOW. Cause I realize everyone's shit changes almost by the minute.

...and... y'all ain't gotta do shit if you don't want as well. I'll keep talkin to my damn self on here.

Now...



Piss off!