Dirty Hazards

There is a phenomenon that anyone who has ever been to a concert knows about.  It is sometimes hilarious, sometimes frightening, sometimes annoying and sometimes just really really sad.  It is the phenomenon known to myself and my friends as the “Dirty Hazard”.  Dirty Hazards just want to be enveloped in sound and dance and move around. They have no regard for others around them and they just go for it. I have seen a Dirty Hazard at every concert I have been to.  So I am very certain that you have too.  There are different types of Dirty Hazards but their general goal is the same and they are all very easy to spot.

The Hazard “Classic”

This is usually an older man who may seem out of place, wearing his Black Sabbath shirt to a Britney Spears concert.  He just wants to see a concert and rock out, which is pretty much the goal of all Hazards.  He doesn’t move as much as some of the other kinds of Hazards, but he never stops.  Head banging is pretty common from these guys and he will just keep going, many times when the music has stopped.

The “Ditzy” Hazard

This is one of the most common types in today’s world.  They may even be found in herds sometimes.  The name gives it away as they are the trendy girls who feel the same call as the classic Hazards, to go to a noisy place and move.  Most times they will only be at the show because one of their friends, liked a song, that they heard on the radio once, that was done by the band.  These girls will most often be found holding their arms over their heads for long periods of time, sometimes throwing in swimming motions.  You must be careful near these girls, as they have long nails and can easily draw blood if you happen to pass by during the backstroke.

The “Nerdy” Hazard

These are one of the craziest and most unpredictable of the Hazards.  They love to try to look like Thom Yorke from Radiohead doing his “I feel itchy, but I am not sure where and my neck is loose” dance.  These guys go everywhere and are so into the music that they can’t even feel when they hit someone.  Usually they do not look at all like they even like music made after Tchaikovsky went mainstream, which is why if you see them, you can be pretty sure the headlining band is their ultimate favorite band.

The “Snotty” Hazard

“Oh this song gets me every time.” I am all for having an emotional and/or spiritual connection with music, but do your crying at home.  These hazards feel so strongly about the song and the time it kept them from sending their dog to the shelter or throwing away their favorite shirt that they have decided to come leak bodily fluids all over other concert-goers.  You may think that someone has been injured at first, but this is just an emotional powder keg that was ignited by the poignant lyrics of Clay Aiken. You don’t need to worry about these too much because they are generally at concerts for ex-American Idol stars.  But every now and then they venture out into the world of real music.

The “Health” Hazard

There are a few ways that the Health Hazards can ruin your night.  First they love to mosh and harm as many people as possible.  The higher the body count, the better the night was.  Next, if you wanted to avoid second-hand smoke and other carcinogens, you can thank these upstanding citizens for making sure you experience a wide range of pleasant odors throughout the night.  These are the sweatiest and most wild of all the Hazards and many of them love to take off their shirts.  This insures that, if they had a cold or the flu, their sweat will carry that disease over to you.  Don’t try to avoid it, their sweat will be in contact with you several times before the night is over.  These guys are mostly at metal shows but, like the Snotty Hazards (only more often), try to branch out.

The HUI (Hazarding Under the Influence)

These thrifty individuals pay for the concert and the booze, only to not recall any of it the next day.  Money well spent.  They dance like crazy all night even without any music, more so than the Classic Hazard.  The main causes for concern are mostly the same as driving near a premedicated person with the added bonus of trying to not get vomitted on.  All the shaking and crazy lights just enhance the delightful cocktail brewing in their belly.  Sometimes it might be difficult to tell if they are a Health Hazard, a Ditzy Hazard or a Nerdy Hazard, but if you see chunks of corn you know its a case of HUI.

Making Concerts More Safe

For normal people who want to enjoy the music of a band or artist they like, avoiding Hazards will be a key to having a good time.  Although, in a few cases Hazards can be quite entertaining and enhance the concert experience, as long as they don’t harm anyone else.  If you steer clear of the dangerous ones you can take in some good music and do a little dancing of your own (not too much dancing though, and stop when the music is over).


New Zombie Plan

In coming up with a zombie plan for my new house I have had a harder time than I did in my last place. My old options were very clear and worked very well for many different undead scenarios. Now I have much more to consider.

First of all, I am now on ground level. This makes it much easier for zombie to just wander in. Second, I now have a sliding glass door to my back yard. The sliding glass might not be a problem if it is just a slow herd of rotting flesh that cant figure out how to break glass but who wants to take a risk with such an important thing. Thirdly, I had a hard time deciding between a back-to-the-wall basement hold out or an upstairs approach. I have decided to have a primary plan and a less desirable but workable backup plan.

If my family is just hanging out in the living room and sees one of our neighbors looking more gray than usual or eating the dog next door, we will immediately run to the garage, jump in the car and head just up the road to the military base that is very close to us. Since the zombie-free military evacuation zone is usually the end of the movie anyway I figured we should just go for the jugular. If something happens to prevent us from getting directly to the car, then I have decided that the upstairs approach is better because it gives us many more options and actual hope for survival rather than going to the dead end or ‘undead’ end in the basement. Upstairs I can craft a makeshift barricade using bed frames, box springs and dresser drawers that will keep the zombies held back while we poke them with sharpened pieces of wood. While they are held off at the stairs I will bust my way through the floor of a bedroom over the garage. We can then clear the garage of enough zombies so that we can make our escape. If this upstairs backup plan takes a long time we will be certain to have frequent bite mark inspections in case some one has been bitten and is in denial about the certain zombification that will come. If something else goes awry upstairs we can move the party up to the attic and attempt to break through the roof and climb down the side of the house until we get to the garage.

Each backup plan is less desirable than the previous, but of course the ideal plan is to not have zombies at all, but of course the situation where scientists are trying to cure cancer or toxic waste rolls through a cemetery, thus creating legions of contagious fleshy freaks is inevitable, so be prepared. Now I can think about a fire escape plan and such.

Stupid Product Enhancements

Many times companies just stretch for any idea in order to keep things new or make things appear new. These are some of the worst examples of product updates that I have seen in a while.

Beer Can VentsFaster

“How can we get people to throw our beer down their gullets faster? We’ll put vents on the can.” It really isn’t that tough to drink from a regular can. Maybe if I drank I would find out how impared my drinking skills could get. Maybe I just don’t understand it. Were that many people complaining about not being able to drink fast enough? The next natural progression of this idea is to put a potato gun on the bottom of the can so you can blast it down your throat.Breakfast for Brainiacs

Portable Pop Tarts

Finally a Pop Tart I can take with me. Sometimes I am on the go and don’t have time to sit down with a fork and knife to eat a whole Pop Tart. So I am excited to see that there are now Go Tarts. That must have been a fantastic board meeting to be in, to watch everybody get excited for a really dumb idea.

New and Improved

When I was a youngster I remember that Trix cereal had little colored spheres. Old NewsThen one magical day the rabbit did something to make them shaped like fruit. Fast forward to modern times when I hear about a “New” shape. Oh sweetness, is it cubes, pyramids or little rabbit heads? No it’s………….Spheres??? Hey great “New” shape guys. You know it is the old shape too right? This ploy has been used by a lot of different companies to try to generate some buzz around something “New” which is actually something old.

Color Changing Beer

The people at Coors are making it too easy. They have little mountains on their beer that turnDrink Responsibly blue when it is cold. Once again, maybe your sensitivity to temperature is impared when you are drunk so I wouldn’t know, but this seems stupid. I just picture some drunk idiot opening his fridge every 10 seconds and tasting his beer to find out if it is cold yet. He then stops and thinks, “If only the sweet rocky mountains could tell me when my beer is cold.” First of all, if your drinks were warm when you put them in the fridge and it has been less than 30 minutes they probably aren’t cold yet. If you are so drunk that you can’t tell time you probably don’t need another beer. Secondly, you can touch the bottle or can to tell if it is cold, if you are too lazy to do that then one more cold one should be at the bottom of your priority list. This product enhancement is almost as stupid as the oxymoronic slogan “Drink Responsibly”.

Location Location Location

I was talking the other day with a friend about some pictures of funny stuff I had taken and thought I would put them up.

This first one is of a symbiotic business relationship I found in Las Vegas. I imagined the animal hospital thinking, “What are we gonna do with all these dead animals?” And the Chinese fast food place wondered, “Where are we gonna get more dead animals?” Relax it’s a joke.

This one from Farmington New Mexico was too good to not pull over and snap a shot of. The catholic churches of San Juan county are fighting the good fight.

Some people can look at something and see what they can craft out of it. This person in Las Vegas was just such an artisan.

I was recently at a restarant and spotted the real-life incarnation of one of my heroes.  If you can’t figure this one out you should “try another castle”.

Hamburger Heart Bear

Meet one of the “Apathy Bears”. He is “Hamburger Heart Bear”. His will to live was stolen by the Hamburglar a long time ago and the only joy he gets in life is when he sinks his teeth into a greasy triple stack. Diabetes and a few bypass surgeries are certainly in his future, but this is one 12 year old who doesn’t mind much, as long as he gets it “his way”.


Schwamerican

I have attended English classes for a majority of my life and have been studying the language my whole life. English is a language that can be very difficult to learn. There are many rules and tricks to the language that take years to perfect. These are some of my proposed changes to make it easier.

1. Spelling

There should be no such thing as a spelling bee. English is filled with silent pronunciations and exceptions to rules such as “knife” or “numb”. The words need to be spelled at a very basic level so a small child could sound them out and spell them. In fact, the word phonetically will be spelled phonetically (fənetikəlee). The words with silent k’s will have the k’s removed, as with other silent letters. Doing such things will save us all the time we spend trying to spell difficult words correctly. Thus making the average student or worker more efficient.

2. Alphabet

English contains several useless letters and letter combinations that waste time and paper. The letter C can easily be replaced by K or S being inserted where the C once was and the letter Q can be replaced in all cases by K. The letter X is a waste of a cool looking letter, it is not used with enough frequency. We will remedy this as well. Since the letter C has been replaced, we will no longer have the combination of CH. Thus the symbol of X will now make the “CH” sound and will be replaced by the combination of KS. The word BOX will be spelled “BOKS” and CHILD will be spelled “XILD”. We will also add the schwa (ə) to aid in spelling fənetikəlee. In doing this the alphabet will be easier to learn and more effective for its own purposes.

3. Rules for Jerks

There are many different rules of English that waste our time, such as the rule that states that you must say, “He and I” or “Her and I”. One could also say “Me and him” or “Me and her” and have the same meaning sent to the listener or reader. Another rule that I have heard is the rule of numbers in writing. It is currently unacceptable to write the number three in a paper as “3”. It must be spelled out as “three”. To do such one must put in four (4) more digits than if the person just put “3”. Also relating to numbers, is the use of numbers to replace all or part of a word. For this I say, “Congratulations, you found a loophole through which you can save some space and still have the same meaning.” Most people confuse the proper times to use “to” and “too” anyway. Why not just let everyone use “2” and we can figure out if they are saying, “I had 2 much”(too) or “I am going 2 the store”(to) ? Easing off on these rules will give us more time to spend on more pressing matters and solve important problems, instead of stopping someone to correct them when they say, “Me and Jane just found the cure for cancer.”

4. Punctuation

Punctuation should not be required and regulated, but should be optional. What kind of moron cannot tell when a sentence is a question or a command? If a person desires a pause in a sentence, they should be able to put a few spaces between words as opposed to using a comma.

Now dont get me rong I am not kalling for totəl anarkee and removəl əf all strəkture and regulatən. I have tryd 2 reed manee paypers that wer ritten by horribl ryters hoo did not hav anee ideə how 2 put səmthing 2 payper. That is no fən and waysts tym as well I am simplee kolling 4 a new strəkture that will b mor effishənt. I think it is gr8 that kids r using tekst messaj 4mat 2 ryt paypers 4 skool. Hopefəllee thay kan still mayk sens and no how 2 komunikayt effektivlee.

As you can see it will take some getting used to but can work. We may need to get rid of words that sound the same and mean different things so we don’t have to spell “know” as “no” and be confused. We can just make up new words. This post could have contained more information had it been written with the improved English which should be called “Schwamerican”. Communication is a very basic need and should be very basic in nature. If our language didn’t require so much time and effort to master we could improve many things in this world. Or we could save the time that it would take to implement and get used to such a system and go with what we got.

A Day at the Lake pt.1

I had pretty low expectations for the day as I climbed into my friends beefed up mustang. It was red with a big spoiler and some ground effects panels. My friend Blake had a nice sound system in there and a very powerful engine. We were headed with a big group to Lake Colorado City in Texas to go water skiing, tubing and such. Just riding to the lake in Blake’s car was enough fun for me and could only be improved upon if he let me sit on his lap like a 4 year old and move the steering wheel back and forth while driving. We got to the lake and a group of friends loaded into the boat and went out water skiing. Those of us that rode in Blake’s car just stayed and waded out in the water a little, just hanging out.

When the boat came back my friend Clint told us a bummer of a story. He was on the other side of the lake all set up in the water with skis, holding onto the rope, when he realized that he still had his keys in his pocket. He yelled to a friend on the boat and told him to catch his keys when he threw them to him. The driver of the boat did not hear him. Clint reared back and threw the keys just as the boat took off. Our friend on the boat watched as the keys, which were headed toward him, sank into the lake. Clint found a phone and asked his mom to drive an hour and a half or so to bring him some spare keys. As Blake heard this story, he reached in his pocket for his keys but they were gone. He retraced his steps and figured that his keys swam out of his pocket while he was just wading around a little in just past waist deep water. A bunch of us lined up to search the bottom of the lake in the spot where Blake had been when he lost his keys. As we got out where the water was waist deep some guys started to give up Blake kept searching until the water was at face level. I was taller than everyone else and went a little farther. No one found anything at all. I decided to give up too.

Now what happened next is a big reason for my belief in God, as it was a miracle. As I began to walk back to the edge of the lake where Blake was I felt like someone had slapped my brain. I suddenly knew that I was going to find those keys and I turned around. I swam out well past where the water was above my head and in an instant I felt that I should dive down at the spot where I was. As I went down in the brown, snake filled lake I reached out my hand. With my hand stretched out it felt like I was diving for a minute, but it was really a couple of seconds as the water was only eight or nine feet. When my hand hit the dirt at the bottom I felt something around my middle finger that felt like, oh I don’t know, maybe a key chain. I realized that I actually had Blake’s keys and I think I yelled out for joy under the water. I pushed off of the bottom at an angle towards shore and emerged from the murky water with my arm extended over my head holding the keys yelling like a lunatic. As I was running and yelling I saw Blake on the edge of the water. He turned toward me and when he realized what was going on he ran out into the water. He jumped up and I caught him. We then jumped around like Rocky and Apollo at the end of a training montage. (By the way Carl Weathers rules so he will represent me in the video.)


Rules for Life

These are some of the rules I live by:

1. If you want to fight someone but don’t have an immediate reason to, just play Monopoly with them.
2. If you can’t say something nice, wait until that person is gone.
3. Always question someone who makes money off of whatever you are talking with them about.
4. Never talk to anyone who is holding a sign. You can just read the sign.
5. Don’t pass gas before sitting on a toilet. When you sit down it will be right at nose level.
6. Never move your player to the target to catch the ball in a football video game.
7. Always have a Zombie Plan.
8. Don’t give in to hair and clothing trends. You WILL (or should) feel stupid later. Just stick with the standard.
9. When being confronted about something, the best response is always, “So”.
10. You are never alone in the bathroom at Golden Corral.
11. People who are concerned about being judged, almost always seem to be the ones exercising bad judgment.
12. Never break wind in the shower. The smell is amplified by the tile.
13. Don’t kill, steal, lie, cheat, harm others or do bad things.

Running Out Of Time – Join the Fight

I wrote this a while ago and have been trying to get as many people to join with me as I can. I tried in 0,1 and 2 but no one seemed to want to join up. Now there are some more people joining the fight:

Some time ago, let’s say last August, I was called in to sign something at a doctors office. Next to the signature was a space for the date. I wrote 8/6/7 in the date space. The woman who gave me the paper looked at it and then said, ” I think you have to put 8/6/07.” I then asked, “Should I put 08/06/07 or 008/006/007 ?”

It will be nice when this decade is over and I will no longer face the persecution for not wanting to put a “0″ in my abbreviation for the year. A person should be able to abbreviate a date as far as they can without confusing others. I saw an ad on TV the other day for the Olympics and it said to watch starting on 8/8/08. I thought, “What a shame. It would be cooler if they had 8/8/8.” My family had a reunion on July 7th last year and everyone kept saying that it was going to be on “seven, seven, o’seven”. I think by now it should be clear that I said, “seven, seven, seven”.

It is a strange phenomenon that people cannot mentally depart from placing 2 digits in the year column. Most of anyones life who lives in a single digit decade and lives longer than 20 years will be lived in years with double digit abbreviations and this leads to peoples inability to drop a digit for ten years. Most months are written numerically with one digit and people have no problem switching between one and 2 digits. Once we hit the year column people feel a need to use 2 spaces. In an effort to out-smart-alec me some of you may think, “What did you do in the year 2000?” Don’t be stupid, I used “0″, as I needed to denote the year.

In this decade I have not found another person who is taking part with me in this “Decade-Crusade”. I have found people who agree, but I have never found anyone else who marks the year column of dates without a leading “0″. I only have another year and a half before this issue is irrelevant for 90 years. I would like to find other individuals who feel as I do on the matter. If we can stand up and be counted I bet, ironically, we will still be in the single digits. So far the tally is “01″.

Update: The tally is reportedly close to double digits now.

Ending a Bumper Sticker Battle

I do a lot of reading while in my car. Most of it is, of course, bumper stickers. There has been one bumper sticker that I have always thought was pretty stupid. It is the ” My Kid Beat Up Your Honor Student” sticker.

That’s terrific. Let’s inflict bodily harm on someone who has worked hard and has made their parents proud. It has never seemed funny to me, not even when I was a dumb kid. And, no, I was never an honor student.

Now, I have had the perfect answer to that bumper sticker for a while. I cannot remember if I came up with the idea or if one of my friends did. I have not seen this bumper sticker on any cars yet, so here it is.

Maybe if your kid wasn’t wasting his time beating up other kids he could have studied and been competent enough to keep that job. Or he could have gotten along with others and not been fired. I blame the parents.