DC Highlights

My time in DC has come to an end.  It’s been a great experience (And I got hooked up fat along the way, Holla at your boy), and I was able to do lots of cool things while I was here.  So I thought for my last blog I’d share the highlights of my adventures in DC.  So here it goes!

Museums n’ crap

One cool thing about DC is there are hella museums all over the place, many of them free.  All the Smithsonians are pretty legit and can be found all along the mall.  Whatever your taste is, Space and planes, History, Dinosaurs and crap, art, or even the Holocaust, you can spend hours in these places and still not see everything.  I would suggest if you do check out some of these museums that instead of trying to see them all, pick one or two (depending on how long you’re staying), relax, and enjoy the exhibits instead of rushing through em’ and trying to see the best of everything.

My favorite museum however has to be the Newseum.  It sounds kind of lame, and it does cost 21 bucks, but you get a two-day pass, and it’s probably worth the cost.  It takes you through many of the major news stories during our countries history and really emphasis the significance they had on the country/world.  The presentation of many of the exhibits highlights the impact it had on people, many of which were highly emotional, such as the Berlin Wall, Hurricane Katrina, and 9/11.  If you don’t mind spending a little bit of money, I highly recommend checking this place out.

The Monuments

First thing to say, everything is way bigger than you realize, which is kinda cool in a way, but at the same time, if you hate walking, you’re gonna be miserable, cause you’re gonna be walking a long long long long long way to see everything, especially if you decide to see the capitol as well (about 2.5 miles from the capitol to the Lincoln).

Probably the best monument around is the Lincoln Memorial, and if you start at the Washington Monument, you can catch some of the other cool stuff along the way (reflecting pool, WWII monument, Korean and Nam).  I guess the only thing I have to say about them is that they really screwed Tom Jefferson over big time.  I mean, first off, the Jefferson memorial is a bitch to get to, and then once you finally reach it, it’s not even that cool compared to the Lincoln.  Whoever made the memorial must had something against the guy, cause damn it sucks getting over there, especially when they got construction and other bull crap going on.  Personally, I liked the guy, cause he did help found the country and all, and he died on the 50-year anniversary of the 4^th of July, so he had to love his country a lot!  Maybe if I ever become president, I'll properly accommodate Mr. Tom-Jeff after completion of the National Lil Wayne Memorial.

Places to eat

The tightest resturaunt in DC is Ohh’s and Ahh’s Soul Food, Period, Exclamation!  It’s located on U street, where there is a fine selection of ethnically diverse food, ranging from Ethopian bull crap to Chili Dogs.  Even though Bill Cosby likes the chilidogs (I found them to be just mediocre), Soul Food is where it’s at hands down.   Number 1, When you ask for sides, they hook you up fat!  Number 2, everyone in there is super black and is down with the jive lingo and hella rappers go there all the time (including Drake, NAS, and T.I.), so you know it’s good.  Number 3, the Hot Wings.  SOOOOOOO GOOD!  They don’t F*** around with that sissy stuff.  BW3’s gots nothin’ on these wings!  They make em’ big, spicy, and blazin’ with flavor.  They were too much for that Ben Woodward kid to handle, but he sucks.  God I hate that kid.  But as food goes, that’s pretty much all you need to know.  Take the Green metro to the U Street/African American Civil War Memorial (Sometime the Yellow Train works too) exit out the 10^th and U Street exit (Not the 13^th and U Street exit).  It’ll be right across the street, maybe there are a lot of other good places to eat around DC, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s the only place that matters.  That and McDonalds during McRib season.

The cool places to go while DC other than the obvious

Chinatown – Lots of resturaunts, and lots of LED.  The most high tech Chinatown I’ve ever seen, (Not counting Chinatowns in real China, but I haven’t even seen those, so whateva).

Adams Morgan – For all the hipsters.  If you like Capitol Hill in Seattle, you’ll like this place.

U Street – As mentioned above, has some good eats around that area, and has some other local stuff that people that aren’t into touristy kind of stuff can dig.  A tight skate shop’s close by too!

Georgetown – F*** Georgetown

Arlington Cemetery – The place to go if you wanna pick up chicks!  (I accidently stumbled upon the vice president giving a speech there one day too.)

Final thoughts

I like how a lot of the cities over here are in close proximity to each other, and are easily accessible by train.  If you wanted to go to Philly for a day, just a 2 hour train ride.  Baltimore’s only an hour away, and NY’s like 4 to 4.5, but it’s easy to see lots of things out there.  So keep that in mind and the rest of this crap I posted when planning your vacation to our nation’s capitol.

DC might be kinda lame though if you have to pay rent, and don’t get money everyday for food, but it treated me well, and it’s just about time to come back home and rejuvenate your spirits (I’m surprised some of ya’lls are still alive to be brutally honest).  Maybe someday I’ll come back, but for now I’m comin’ home if only for the purpose of whoopin the shit out of Ben Woodward!  That kid’s a piece.

See ya’lls soon!  For America…

BOOTZ N’ BOYZZZZZZZ!!!!!

The girl and the workout room

It started out as any other Friday in DC.  Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, looking forward to the weekend after an excruciating week of work in the office.  Heading out the door, I realized I didn’t build my daily turkey sandwich made from organic bullshit bought from Whole Foods.  I thought to myself “I might have time to make a sandwich,” but then looking up, I noticed I was late.  So I grabbed my coat, and grabbed my hat.  Made the Metro in seconds flat.

Because of the lack of a cold lunch, I was forced to go buy some grub at the food court.  While heading to the sandwich shop, I took a wiff of the Rice King.  I knew Chinese food was a bad idea, it always is, but I couldn’t resist.  I bought a big bowl of orange chicken with noodles, with a little egg roll on the side.

I felt terrible about my decision and knew I had to make up for it in some sort of way.  At 6:00 PM, I decided to go on a run to burn off the Chinese that was causing turmoil inside my stomach, but something was holding me back.  I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew I just had to delay my run for a couple minutes.

At approximately 6:22 PM, I started my run.  Warm-up for a quarter mile, proceed to 1 mile at 8 mph, and raising the incline from 2, to 4 at miles 1.25 and 2.25, and then once I reach 3 miles, slowly back down till I’m ready for my cool down.  I had reached the 5-mile mark of my run and was about to start my cool down.  Then, it happened.  She came in.

A gorgeous babe walked in the gym to use the adjacent treadmill.  Blond air, short shorts, nice figure, big ti… I couldn’t quit my run now.  I already had a good sweat going, and she had to know I was the real deal.  I increased the incline once more and continued on.

I had reached the 7-mile mark.  Things were going good, but it wasn’t quite cutting it.  There was 7 minutes left until I reached one hour of total time on the treadmill, where it automatically goes into cooldown mode.  Time to step it up.  I increased the speed to 9 mph.  I had to make 8 miles under an hour.  At that moment, the Foo Fighters song popped in my head and was driving my determination.  “Dun dun, dun dun, dun dun dun, dun dun dun.  All my life I’ve been searching for something, something never comes, never leads to nothin’…”  The juice had been turned on.

Half a mile to go when fatigue starts to kick in.  I couldn’t let her down, but what was I going to do.  I was wearing down, and couldn’t keep up with the speed of the moving tread.  Milliseconds before pushing the cooldown button and accepting failure, I looked up at the TV and saw a face of inspiration.  Vince Lombardi, the greatest coach of all time flashed across the screen.  “Winning isn’t everything, but it’s the only thing,” he said.  There was no way I was going to let him down.  He lit that extra little spark that allowed me to persevere.  I proceeded on with my mission, but still growing wary.  I started feeling dizzy.  My eyesight fuzzy.  My muscles weak.  “Oh my God, I’m going to pass out and make a fool out of myself.”  One last step and I’d meet my doom.  Time was running out.  I was about to crash and burn, leaving my chances with the blond beauty behind me.  All of a sudden, a beep sounded across the room.  The cooldown period had begun.  I had made it.  8 miles in under an hour!

Walking over to her with a towel covering my sweaty head and looking awesome, I turned to her and said in a smooth and soothing voice, “Sup.  You want the remote?”

“Sure, thanks” she replied back.  I gave her the remote.

“I hope you don’t mind, I’m gonna take my shirt off, I get kinda hot whenever I run 8 miles.”  I again said.  “No big deal, but 8 miles is kind of far.”  I really didn’t want to show off, but I needed to get the sweaty shirt off my body, which unintentionally exposed my rigorously toned abs. 

“I can’t believe I did all those pushups before my run.  I just like to staying healthy and fit.  It just makes you feel so much better about yourself,” I said again.  Smoothly, of course.

At that point she dropped her iPhone (I think on purpose so I’d have to bend over and expose my posterior).  Being the good guy I am, I bent over and picked the phone up for her.

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” she said.

“I get that a lot,” I replied, cause I mean, I do!

We got to talking a little.  I informed her of the genius of Vince Lombardi and the history of the Green Bay Packers.  She was hanging on my every word and was impressed with my vast football knowledge.  And how I’m a public servant working with the government, just trying to do my part to make the world a better place.  Things were going great!  Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay long, for I’m a busy man with lots to do.

I gave her my goodbye, but as I was opening the door, she said to me, “Hey, I was impressed with your 8 mile run.  What are you doing later tonight.”

Now don’t get me wrong, I was flattered, but I turned to her and gave her a few words wisdom.  “Honey, I’m not that kind of man.  I like you, I like you a lot, but you don’t want to get mixed up with a guy like me.  I’m a rebel… A loner…    Good Night my dear.”

I walked away and went back to my room, and never saw her again.  It feels good to touch people’s lives on a daily basis.  I was just glad I was able to get through to her.  I hope as you read this, you will think about your past, present, and future and say to yourself “Boy, what can I do to make an impact on the Earth.  What can I do to be more like Zack Andrews???”

Tales from the crapper

Before any of you read this, I must warn you, this post is going to be a little gross, but nevertheless necessary.  It’s a question I feel that’s been pondering many men for ages, and must be addressed.  So for the mothers and older women out there who can easily get disgusted, please ignore this post.  You’ll thank me later, but I would encourage any lady out there who can stomach this potty talk to comment on their insight, for I would love to hear if you’ve ever had the same experience.

The year was 1998.  I was roaming the halls of my school, which in Asotin was a combined Jr. and Sr. High School, when out of nowhere my ever agitated best friend comes running out of the bathroom with a giant grin on his face and says to me “Man, you gotta go see this.”  Not in a hurry to get back to class, I ventured into the bathroom not knowing what to expect.  Slowly I creeped up to the 2^nd stall to find out what it was that my friend insisted that I had to see.  I peaked into the cell, which would soon be a sight I would never forget.  The stall was literally covered in shit.  I mean, completely.  The inside bowl, the seat, the walls, hell, there was even poo protruding out of the creases of the cell, with colors spanning from yellow and green, to black, with even a hint of red in places.  Too most, this would be a disgusting event, which would induce vomiting.  To a Jr. higher, it was an uproarious occasion that almost left me with a similar situation inside by trousers.

That was my first encounter with what I call the, “the Grenade Shit.”  I define it this way because there is no solid turd, and but more of an even spread of excrement completely covering the bowl and anything else it can reach, as if a turd was there, but was blown up by a grenade after leaving the body.   They almost always appear in public bathrooms; stadiums, schools, airports, you name it.  We’ve all seen them when there’s a line to use the toilets with every stall in use except for one.  Most of us know better, and patiently wait in line, knowing there’s a reason why the cell is unoccupied.  Then in comes the well-dressed businessman, seeing an opportunity to get into the shitter quickly and beat the line.   Once inside, a “God Damnit!” Shriek is heard as the man who’s time was more important than others, realizes the error of his ways; that he yet again walked into a doo doo covered stall.  Taking a walk of shame, he storms out of the bathroom all pissed-off, face beat red, and his toupee messed up to stands in line amongst the others.

A similar incident happened at work a couple weeks ago while I took a trip to the bathroom to do my business and an innocent patron walk into a stall to look upon an unforgiving sight.  While hearing the man grunt and walk away, I started to think, “how does this happen?”  It had been the first time I had asked myself that question, and I honestly did not have an answer to such a serious issue.   Never in my life have I taken a crap where the end product ends up spread out evenly along the walls of the bowl.  I mean, when some people take dumps, do they just spray like mad?  Or does somebody just play around with it after they’re done, like stick of dynamite in it and watch the carnage?  And why is there usually toilet paper all over the place?  Do some people just like to go ape shit in the stall and mess everything up?  Even if they do, they must be professionals, for the TP and poo is spread out so evenly, it can almost be considered art.  I mean, there is no explanation for this unnatural occurrence!  It’s like one of those questions like “What’s the meaning of life,” or “What’s the sound of one hand clapping?”  This quickly became a thinking exercise I would use for daily meditation that would help clear my mind.

While spending a couple weeks pondering how this situation, something else happened during another trip to the bathroom.  While I was contently doing my business in the second stall, I couldn’t help but notice an innocent bystander, who by the khaki pants seemed to be a navy officer, scurry himself into stall no. 3, the one with all the problems.  “This can’t be good.” I thought to myself, and almost mentioned something, but couldn’t.  You never talk to another man while pumpin’ a grumpy, especially a stranger.  So there it was, I had led him to his fate.  Noticing there was some left over debris from the last shit storm, he gave a courtesy flush and proceeded to sitting down.  And that was when everything went wrong.

The next thing I know, water was overflowing from the toilet.  As the toilet water hit his buns, the navy officer shot up with a big “Son of a bitch!” screech, picked up his pants that had been drenched with toilet water, bust open the door with a fierce front kick, and stop out of the bathroom angrier and more frustrated that he was unable to relieve the pressure inside his colon.  All I could do was watch through the cracks in horror as the water slowly creped into my stall.  I knew I didn’t have much time, therefore I squeezed out the rest of my wasteful products from my body, wiped like a mad man, and got the hell out of there, miraculously unharmed.

Looking back at the situation, I think to myself “If I had only stayed a couple of seconds longer, I could’ve looked into the other cell and found the answer to the unknown that has been haunting mankind for so long…”  I don’t know if I’ll ever get another chance at to find this out, and I may have to go through the rest of my life unfulfilled with that one thing that is missing.  The mystery of the grenade shit.

So now every time I go to the stall at work, which is often I may add, I think about this and wonder about the unanswered question that I almost found, but will never understand.  The only thing that keeps me going is the fact that when pooping at work, I get paid copious amounts of money to do so.  In fact, if my calculations are correct, it’s probably been about $10,000 worth of cash that I’ve made, just by sitting on the pot (all at tax payer’s expense I might add).

So in conclusion, if you know the answer to this problem in our society, please share it with everyone.  You won’t be judged as long as you post on this blog, even if you’re a culprit.  I just need to know the answer.  So please, if you have any information, enlighten me and free me from this pain I’ve been feeling for so long…

NY on NY's!

On December 30^th, 2010 Ben Woodward and myself embarked to the great city of New York, to experience the granddaddy part of them all: The New Years celebration at Times Square.  Our hotel was smack dab in the middle of the square giving us prime seats to watch the ball drop, and we had the energy to live it up in the busiest city in the world.   Ben sucks, and I hate him, but throughout our stay in NYC, I realized how terrible of a person he really is.  Screw that guy.  Just remember, if you every visit New York, remember as you gaze upon the sight of the statue of liberty how bad you’d like to punch Ben in the face.

Anyways, like most partiers on New Years, our night began with some excessive drinking, going to and from the hotel finding ways to wreak havoc on the city.  Now, I don’t know what it is about the NYPD, but it seemed to me as if each one of them had a stick permanently impaled into their rectum.  We would respectfully ask them questions such as “If we leave how hard is it to get back in,” or “Can we get across the street to get to the Sbarro?”  Quickly, they would shoot back with their obnoxious New York attitude “HEY YOU SEE WHAT I’M DEALIN’ WIT HERE!?”  or “THEY DON’T WANT YA, TRY BACK INA HOUR” and “DON’T BODDA ME, DON’T YA SEE I’M WORKIN’ HERE!?”

Knowing we couldn’t venture out and get food, without running the risk of not getting back into the square, we headed back up to our hotel hoping to score some overly priced room service.  Amazingly, we were the only ones who entered the elevator.  Therefore, I pressed button 19 to head to our floor.  However, the alcohol in Ben’s body worked through his bloodstream and up to his brain, giving him the good idea of pressing every single button above 19 (up to floor 43), just like in the movie “Elf.”  This was all innocent fun, until we reach the 5^th floor, when an elderly woman entered the elevator, reaching for the 39^th floor button, only to realize it was already pressed, along with every other button above our floor.  My initial reaction was an “Oh no!  We’re gonna get in so much trouble!”  Both of us stood silent as we began ascending toward our floor.  No eye contact was made as the woman gazed upon the button layout, confused as to how something like this could have happened.  For a short moment, there was a slight glimmer of hope that she might not know it was us.  We could actually pull this off!  Everything was going all right until we hit the 12^th floor.  A quick snicker came out of my mouth, followed by a snicker from Ben.  The chuckles grew louder and harder to contain the higher we got, and by the time we had made our escape to the 19^th, it was too late.  Our scattered giggles turned into a full blown howls of laughter as well left the poor woman with her blank stare overwhelmed with the situation presented in front of her.  She took the rest of her long elevator ride in sadness.

After our meal, a couple more drinks, and a few fights, it was getting close to the time that everybody waits for; The dropping of the ball.  Excitement was high, and I was ready to celebrate.  I was near a gate in which the police had been trying to contain people in, and so far, they were doing a pretty good job.  It was within the final minute, and the countdown had begun.  Police had been shoving people left and right, including me a couple times.  That was ok though, I was in too good of a mood to let it get to me.  The 5-second countdown had begun, and at that moment, all hell broke loose.

5 - The crowd had become too fierce to contain, and a massive blitzkrieg of force from the crowd broke through the gates, leaving NYPD helpless in stopping the masses.

4 - I ran out to the square like mad man as the count commenced, followed by thousands of others.

3- No No No!  Screamed the police, frantically doing everything they could to delay the countdown.  There was no stopping this blast off.

2 – Out of sight from police I was in the square within sight of the ball.  This was it.  Time was running out, and this was a test that stretched the capabilities of the human body.

1 – Stepping out and looking forward, there it was in all her glory; The legendary ball in all of her splendor.  Thousands joined as we gazed upon the magical sight and prepared to shout the famous words in the most famous city square in the world.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

A sea of confetti blasted through the air as we screamed the words.  We had done it!  And I was ecstatic!  The aura of the celebration caused a reaction in my body to run amuck, giving everybody I saw a hug/kiss/new years wish!  Then all of a sudden, an uncontrollable sensation come about me and before you know it, I was in the middle of big circle of Asians crowded around with camera lights flashing as I got down and pulled of the dirtiest stanky leg dance that had ever been graced upon the City of New York, a move Mr. Woodward and myself had been mimicking for hours each day since we watched Soulja boi pull it off with style and elegance.  Pretty soon, people were having their pictures taken with me like I was some famous street performer.

The night after that turned into sort of a blur, talking to some guy from Seattle but then suddenly having him run off to chase after some cougar, taking pictures of a bunch of cops, and running amongst the confetti ridden streets.  All of a sudden, I woke up on top of my bed, covered in red white and blue tissue paper, and quite dehydrated.  I walked down to a corner store near the hotel to get some water and energy drink.  Upon my return to the hotel, I kept on getting looks of approval from people and comments such as “Hey what’s up drunk guy?”  Then it dawned on me.  I had somewhat become a celebrity for a day, the most popular guy in Time Square for that one brief moment.  While I savored this thought, I walked back up to my room with a grin on my face.  I knew the trip was worth it, and although I miss the west side of the country, I’m glad I was blessed with the opportunity to live in Washington DC.

I got to thinking, “I’ve had a pretty amazing December.”  I got to see the Saints play in Baltimore, and let alone visit a city I never thought I’d ever go to, having an awesome time in the process.  I spent some quality time with family and hang out with the good ol’ boys if Giles county Virginia, and to top it off, I got to sound off the New Year in a place where people dream of going.  So as I’m riding on the train back to DC writing this blog entry and listening to Coldplay (It just showed up on the playlist, totally coincidental), what started as sharing all the stupid/obnoxious/fun things I did over the weekend has turned into a humbling experience in a way.  So on that note, while you’re thinking of the stresses of traveling/school/work/relationships or whatever it may be, take a little time to think about some of the great experiences you had over the year.  You may be surprised at how much you’ve done, and thankful to be where you’re at, surrounded by the people who care about you the most.

PC has gone too far!

There has been a growing argument in this country about political correctness and whether it’s gone overboard or not.  Now, in the past, the issue has kind of annoyed me, but not to the point where I feel like I must speak out about it.  Some examples are in college when people always referred to black people as African-Americans all the time.  The issue didn’t really affect my life too much, but saying African-American takes longer than saying black, and I felt the reason for saying it was kind of sissy, but whatever, no big deal.

And I’m sure you all are aware of the Bill O’Rielly controversy on The View about Muslims, as well as Juan Williams getting fired from NPR when talking about them.  Again, I can sympathize with him, cause of the annoyance issue and the “Bury your head in the sand” mentality, but overall, I don’t really know any Muslims personally, and I don’t really talk about Muslims too much, so again, the issue doesn’t really affect me too severely, and besides, Juan and O’Rielly got a huge boost in popularity over the whole thing, so they came out on top (I bet barely anybody knew who Juan Williams was before he got fired from NPR).

BUT…  Something happened, and it Pissed me off!  To the point where I have determined that PC has gone too far, because I decided to blog about it.

Brett Favre in earlier days as a better man was considered the greatest quarterback to ever play for the Green Bay Packers.  He played 16 Seasons with the Pack, leading them to a couple of Superbowls and even winning one for em’.  Seeing that the majority of my family resides in Wisconsin, I have grown up knowing that the Packers are the best, and Brett was our glorious leader who’d never leave our side. 

And then, out of nowhere, Mr. Favre, the one we Packers fans grew up with, were there for him when his father died, when his wife went through cancer, and the fans who would follow him courageously into battle, even if were certain death, pulled a big “F*** You” to the State of Wisconsin, and to Packers fans across the globe.  The sacred trust between him and the Packer nation had been broken with one horrific stunt…

He signed to play for the Minnesotta Vikings.  The absolute most treacherous team in the NFL.

This downright appalling movie took years off my life, and gave half my family heart attacks.  It took a long time to recover, and then I had found the perfect solution to my problems.  I decided to order a jersey to reflect the nature of what this man will be remembered by.  A Green Bay jersey with the number “4” on it, and displaying the name “JUDAS” where the “FAVRE” used to be.

I gleefully went to my computer and sent out the order for my customized jersey, and was rather proud of myself for what I had accomplished.  Replacing Favre’s name with the one of the man who betrayed Jesus was perfectly fitting for this occasion, and for the first time in a long time, I actually felt at peace again.  But unfortunately, tragedies don’t have happy endings.

The next day leaving work, I look at my phone and get a message from Packer Pro Shop in Wisconsin telling me they’ve cancelled my order.  I was outraged!  Completely irate!  How could this happen???  I tried to calm myself, but it was no use.  In my fatal fury, I grabbed my phone and called the store back.  I demanded an explanation, and what I got was a complete load of poppycock! 

All the lady would tell me was “Um, we don’t allow that on our jersey, it’s against our policy to have offensive names on our jersey.”  That’s all she could say!  So I shot back:

1.     He’s an asshole

2.     He’s a perv

3.     HE TURNED HIS BACK ON THE PACK AND PLAYED FOR THE VIKINGS!

It was no use however.  They wouldn’t budge, and they just cowered in fear that they would be offensive instead of standing up for what’s right in this world.   That day would change me forever, for I realized that this great nation is not the same nation that I once new, when people are scared to call out a traitor for what he really is, and would rather bury their heads in the sand instead of stand up for the right thing.

I tried a different store, and same results.  I mean, who’s offended by this?  Brett Favre?  Well screw that guy!  And I don’t know anybody who’s name is Judas, and if they were, their parents are screwed up.  This is America for Christ’s sake, it’s our God given right to offend people, whether they like it or not, AND whether it’s right or wrong!

So now, my life is in shambles again, and sadly I won’t be wearing my number 4 Green Bay “JUDAS” jersey tomorrow when the Packers play the Vikings again for which may be the final time Favre will play against them.  So being that I’m back on the road to recovery, I say it’s time to scale back the PC BS so a travesty of this magnitude never happens to anybody ever again!

Keeping my "Sanity"

Along with all the mid-term election stuff going on, a lot of buzz was brewing over Jon Stewart's "Restoring Sanity" rally.  I wasn't wildly enthused about attending the rally, for I felt it was gonna be a jab at Glen Beck's rally along with my opinion with Jon Stewart listeners, but I decided to go.  Hell, I had nothing better to do, and thought it'd be good for me to see what it's all about for myself and form my own opinion instead of listening to talking heads bloviate over it.

Unfortunately, the spot I ended up at was right next to the first aid tent, where every couple of minutes I had to clear a path for hurt/sick people, which most were probably faking getting hurt just so they could get a better spot closer to the front.  I mean, how do people sprain their ankle, pass out, getting bloody lips, etc. at a rally?  It's just a bunch of people standing around listening to a bunch of jokes.  I'm literally trying to find an example of a ridiculous scenario where somebody could get hurt, but I honestly can't find one.  Sorry, I had to throw that in.

For the actual Rally, besides the dull start and poor sound setup on the mall, (It was hard to hear at times), it turned out to be mostly a comedy show poking fun of both sides along with a 20 minute serious speech from Stewart at the end with the basic message of "Let's all just be friends and talk our differences out."  So it was an enjoyable event, and not considered a waste of time.  I thought some of the jokes were good, and I was thrilled to see my old hero Mick Foley, better known as Mankind, aka Cactus Jack, aka Dude Love.  I do have to say though, and for the most part, I agreed with what was said.

One disagreement I have with this philosophy however, is dealing with unreasonable circumstances.  If something ridiculous is happening, let's say some punk degrades your mother, you shouldn't go "Hey, lets talk this out."  No, sometimes, people need their asses kicked, or to at least speak out in a enthusiastic matter.  Take the Tea Party for example.  Much of their grief deals with our out of control spending, a major grab of power in the government, and corruption of our politicians, so they voice their opinion's loudly, for many of these politicians in Washington are not acting reasonable.  Yet they're branded as crazy, racists, stupid, etc., even though many of the people I've heard bitch about how corrupt Washington is are the same people criticizing the Tea Party, who is taking a stand against the corruption.  So my point is, there is times where it is ok to be "Unreasonable," where you would otherwise be "Ignoring Insanity."

Also, I felt although it was branded as a non-political rally, and the presentation was not biased, it was used by liberal groups as a Democratic rally and as a "Take that Glen Beck," although Beck's rally had more projected attendee's, but that's neither here nor there.  There were left leaning groups walking around with sign-up sheets, handing out goodies, etc., along with Democrat recruiting, which I feel Jon Stewart had to be aware of, being he is a smart guy.  Was it set up that way, I could never prove, but I have a feeling they didn't mind a little of that stuff going on.

Most of the people there were college kids, many of whom showed up to act silly, holding up goofy signs aimed to show off their satirical wit, the "Oh man, look at me, I'm super smart cause I made ironic sign," people.  You see em' every once in a while at those types of things.  And of course you had the crowd who thought they were part of most important event in the history of the Earth, the "Oh man, Jon Stewart's really making a difference in the world, I work for a non-profit health firm, I care about animals and the world, you should hook up with me cause I'm big ol' activist douche bag..."  You know the people I'm talking about.  Sorry, those people just annoy the hell out of me, only taking part in latest hip movement to get attention and to make themselves look awesome.  I can go on about foolish college kids who act like they're the hottest thing since sliced bread cause they took psychology 201 (and yes, I'm probably gonna have most of my friends pissed at me cause I said that, but I'm sorry I have to say something), but maybe I'll save that for another blog.

I could take comfort however in the fact that there were a decent group of people, many who were around me who seemed like they showed up to have a good time, keep it mellow, and see a funny show.  To those chill people sitting next to me, I commend you!

I guess in the end, I'm glad I went, and although the crowd was obviously more directed towards the left, it was a fun little event.  However, I just didn't feel that inspired at the end of the rally, like I was a part of something special that made me want to go out and be a better person afterwords.  Although I could say even with my tyraid in the earlier paragraphs, it is a nice reminder to try to be civil with people when having political discussions, a message that many people need to get across, and it does makes people understand your point of view a little better.  After digesting his Stewart's words though, I kinda thought to myself, "well, duh, I already knew that, it shouldn't be something we have to say."

So the rally to restore sanity and/or fear was a fun event with comedy and a decent message, but I don't see it as something that will be remembered in the history books, as I'm sure many people were hoping it would.

Super 8 Peru footage

Last night I finished up putting together a little video of the Peru footage from my super 8.  Originally I had another idea in mind when making this video, but unfortunately the light meter in my camera wasn't working and much of the footage came out overexposed, which you can see in some of the shots.  However, I still wanted to show people a little bit of what I captured, but didn't quite know what to do.

During Labor Day weekend, Alex was staying at my place in Seattle and I decided to show him some of the clips I took while in Peru, and consequently at the same time we were playing the Doors on my computer.  I then thought to myself... "Hey, this actually looks pretty legit."  So I don't know, there's something about playing music and watching silent raw footage that I think sounds and looks kinda cool.  I first discovered this back in Robot House my junior year of college when we recorded some clips of Xeno Miller, put them to slow motion, turned the sound off, and start blasting rap music.  It looked awesome, just listening to the music, watching the video, and letting your mind wander.  It's something I can't explain or rationalize my liking to it, I just think it's sweet lookin'.

So since youtube sucks and won't let me post any of my videos with music anymore (I really hope I happen to run into a youtube representative today so I can pop him in the nose, not to mention my breakfast sucked today, AND they had bacon and I didn't get any, AHH I have a feeling this is gonna be a bad day, but anyway that's another story, this is a really long parenthesis and it probably doesn't fit well with my blog, so I apologize and back to my post), I was unable to post the original song I had use (The Doors - Riders on the Storm).  So here are your instructions:

1. Pick a song from a playlist or put on an album and start playing.  Don't just pick out a single song, cause chances are it'll probably end before the video is over.  I suggest The Doors, but I be lots of other songs would work too.  I listened to The Flaming Lips and watched it and that worked, and I bet Beck would sound flippin' awesome with this video.  So try anything you want (I wouldn't suggest Lady Gaga or music to that nature, but who knows...  It may just work).

2. Start playing the movie.  Watch and enjoy.  I guess those are the only two instructions I have so go and enjoy yourself!

Oh and try not to have any other background noise while listening.  That would ruin the mood in my opinion.  Well That's it for now.  Enjoy the video!