Terry and I Just go finished watching “The Screaming Skull,” a corker of a horror movie from 1958 where the movies producers promise a free burial if you die from fright while watching this fine cinematic experience. Double thumbs down from both of us! Behold the power of Netflix when you’re bored outta your gourd…
Also, you can download it for free at Archive.org being that its public domain now… I can see why.
“Better yet! Build a 10 foot high tank trap monstrosity in the shape of your corporate logo! Pay some starving bearded hipster artist to make it from barbed wire and pointed re-bar! And then let it rust! Give them the idea that they might contract aerosolized tetanus just by cutting too close! That will surely keep them surly drivers from cutting unsightly ruts in the corner of your property! Except for those Swift drivers, but you shouldn’t allow them in here anyways. People store food here, for criminy’s sake!”
– Unsolicited advice given to the gate guard at a cold storage warehouse I frequent a lot. Seems that tired and stupid truck drivers are always tearing up the corner as they leave their lot. I saw a poor sod trying to scrape the dirt from the road and reposition the granite boulder that some moron had run over with their trailer tires. Unfortunately, my advice will probably not be heeded.
Too bad. It’s so rarely that I have a really good idea.
Just seeing of this bastage hooks up to my Facebook account somehow…
Got my quarterly checkup and blood tests done. So far no change in the indicators. In three months I’ll get another CAT scan and we’ll see if they’re changing sizes or whatever. Except for having to get a shot once a month with a large gauge needle in the glutes (ouch) I’m doing well! Subject to change without notice…
OK, here’s what happened. I noticed the water rising in my bathtub and in the sink. The stopper was nowhere near the tub, so I watched helplessly as the level of the water rose to the rim of the tub and started falling over. This is gonna totally fuck up the carpet! I rush out of the bathroom, slam the door and look back to notice the water level is already two feet high on the glass walls of the bathroom. To the living room! I must save my guns and guitars, at least put them up on the furniture or something. Too late, I’m sloshing around on water to my knees and couch cushions and various detritus are floating past. I have a thought to open the front door to drain all the water from my house, (excellent idea!) and start to wade toward it.
Upon opening the front door, I hear terrible screaming and my friend (who looks very much like Bill Paxton when he had a bit part in the original Terminator movie, so that’s what I’ll call him) goes erratically sprinting through my yard, he’s holding his hands and all four fingers of his left hand have been sheared off and he’s understandable unhappy. Bill Paxton is making a ruckus, running in circles and holding his curiously blood-free stump of a hand, and is totally being a pain in the ass to two other people who are chasing him. A preppy dude (I’ll call him Chad), and a smarmy Eurotrash dude (whose name might as well be Felipe and I just know I’m gonna hate) who are trying to catch Bill Paxton to render him some assistance. I join the chase.
But good old Bill is having none of that. I’m guessing he’s not thinking too straight at the moment because of his recently missing four fingers and manages to knock down me, Chad and Felipe several times as he runs around in circles like the proverbial headless chicken. Chad and I gamely get back up and rejoin the chase, but all of a sudden Felipe is getting indignant because Bill Paxton keeps knocking Felipe down and so Felipe wants to kick the shit out of Bill instead of helping him out. It’s all Chad can do to keep the enraged Felipe from Bill Paxton’s ass and so Bill is not getting any help and is still screaming.
I kick Felipe in the back of the knees while hooking a thumb into his left nostril and wrap him up in a rather clever WWE type submission move and take him down. Now Chad can try to talk Bill Paxton into going into the house so he might lie down until we get an ambulance or something. So I’m on the ground with Felipe (and my thumb still wedged firmly into his left nostril), Chad has the understandably upset Bill Paxton calmed down just a bit and agreeable to going into the house. Of course, Felipe is still being a dick! Eurotrash scum…
Then a short blond girl I’ve never seen before comes upon the scene, whips out a pistol and screeching, fills Chad full of hot lead! Then I reached over most carefully and turned off the alarm clock built into my smart phone. Whew!
I almost always know when I’m dreaming and sometimes I can control these dreams, but usually its just more fun to sit back and watch the show. My mind can come up with the weirdest shit sometimes. This one reminded my of a Benny Hill episode crossed with Pulp Fiction, for some reason. I gotta stop eating chili, liberally dosed with hot sauce, before I go to bed…
I’m in a bit of rut. Just doing the same things, day in and day out. Sleep, drive for hours, stop, eat, play a hour or two of Skyrim (or not) and then sleep. In the morning, rinse, repeat. I haven’t had the urge to do any photography, or much of anything else for that matter. I might work on my writing (as I am now) but just to express how bored I am? Who wants to read that? I’d write more but I’ve got to get my happy ass on the road to run, run, run. Sigh…
LATER: Be careful what you complain about, it usually comes back to bite you in the ass. My quick drop and hook pickup load turned into a six hour minor nuisance. First, I had to put the loaded trailer in a dock, “For a couple of pallets that just came in, half hour tops.” Two hours later, the load was finally complete and I drove the half mile to the CAT scale to get weighed. 4,000 lbs. over on the trailer tandems and no way to slide that will fix that. That takes skill right thar!
So my day came to an early halt, I’m bobtail in the truckstop so I might get my 10 hour break in. Now, off to bed. It’s been weird…
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