Planes and Coasters

I'm on a plane again.  Except this time, I feel different.  I'm not going on an adventure, or an unknown place, I'm heading home.  Home to the same old faces, the same old job, and the same stale air of Rogers.  It's nice to settle for the same, but I'm too young.  I don't want it now.

I should have kept with my childhood dreams and become an astronaut.  A space cowboy.  I still blame my parents for not letting me go to space camp (lol).  Heck, I space out enough,  I might as well be there.  The quickest high I can get now is planes and roller coasters.  The quick thrills of being weightless for a split second and the strange feeling of having your balls sucked up in your body cavity.  To see above the clouds and crowds of people is just spectacular.  It might be a superiority thing or whatever, I don't know.  But whatever it might be, it makes me feel awesome and worth two shits.

Talking about coasters, I recently went to Seaworld.  They have two new coasters since the last time I visited which involved me standing too close to the Shamu tank (bad idea!).  Epic roller coaster names: Manta and Kraken.  Yeah, dangerous shit.  Just throw in a mechanical shark or a crocosaurus and you've got an Asylum production.  These coasters are two furious beasts both in nature and pure steel.  The Kracken is a legendary steel floorless coaster with speeds only second to the fastest Seaworld attraction, Steel Eel, around 65mph.  It boasts a 144-foot drop which leads into an epic 119-foot vertical loop.  The Manta is a flying roller coaster that is intended to create the experience of flight by tilting the passengers horizontally with the ground.  It has got a lot of twists and turns that includes a face-jarring 98-foot tall pretzel loop and a counter-clockwise inline twist that places 3G forces against your puny  human face.

Music lately:
Bright Eyes - The People's Key
Tennis - Cape Dory

Pic of day:

Questions of the day:

What is your favorite time travelling movie?

Bars and Comets

I went drinking with people I barely know the other day.  I'm with them, but only for setting up this convention.  Then we part ways.
We started on city walk, at Universal, and ate at Jimmy Buffets (who I'm pretty sure is an alchoholic).  We then proceeded to the hotel bar where I cruised on a beer from my room and ordered a gin-and-tonic (my beloved drink of choice).  The guys were getting a little antsy so we decided to check out a dueling piano bar called Howl of the Moon.  It was prett fun, and we got them to sing the only song that matters, "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns n' Roses.  After this song was over, I'm about knee deep in some gin-and-tonics and feeling pretty damn saucy, so we stagger to a latino dance club.  There was quite a bit of dancing going on, but all of it was on the tables.  Well I was getting jealous, I wanted to dance too!  This lead to a guy telling me I can't dance on the tables, only employees.  And now having a taste of some of dance, I only wanted more.  So we headed to a hotel with the same name as our hotel, but a totally different building (I learned this from the prior night) and hit up its disco club.  It was pretty awesome.  This couple kept buying me drinks as they tugged on my mustache, and a 50+ year old lady taught me some salsa moves while my friend danced with her daughter.

Ok, let's turn this shit around with a little friendly science

Have you ever sat down and thought about comets?  You've probably seen Deep Impact or Armegadden, but those movies only show those pipsqueak comets.  Just imagine a comet the size of earth, yes this wouldn't be catagorized as a comet any more, but bare with me.  I've been reading a lot about Nemesis hypothesis lately.  Nemesis theory is the idea that thier is a planet four times the size of Jupiter in the Oort Cloud, really cold region on the outskirts of our solar system, that uses its gravitational force to sling comets into our known solar system.   It's the logic currently being developed to understand where comets even come from.  It also sounds pretty crazy to think that there might be an even larger planet than our now eight, and it hasn't even been discovered yet.  It's also fun to think planets getting out of alignmnet by unknown forces and creating a cataclysmic chain-reaction of chaos in the cosmos.
Currently we've go the WISE and the Hubble Space telescopes trying to pin-point it so we might know the awesome truth soon.

Pic of the day:
Here's a picture of one of my many giant burrito creations so you guys don't think I'm full of shit.  It's a curry potato one!

Question of the day:
Which one would you rather ride by sadle?  A kraken, humming bird, manta ray or killer whale.

Business and Dads

My business trip has been a doozy.  It consists of working 13 or 14 hour days and lots of walking.  I have basically perform a couple of marathons everyday since the convention center is so gigantic.  It seriously takes 20 minutes to walk from one side to the other, and I'm constantly having to find people (our walkie system sucks, doesn't even have camouflaged receivers).

But the people at the job are a least a great source of entertainment.  If you don't know I work in IT.  And the IT crowd is one of made of a different breed.  With their two phones holstered on each side of their cutoff denim jeans like a western meeting the 80s, these men take justice and broadcast it at a unknown frequency. Comb-overs, fanny packs, baggy shirts, and forward struts, they've got them.  One of their names is Jack, and he's my partner in crime when it comes to the tangled cob webs of interweaving fibers called networks.

Jack is this monster of a man.  At 6' 9" and 300 pounds, this wrecking ball has the strength of a F30 pickup and sometimes displays the personality of an Ogre.  He has one goal, as he has informed me many times, and it is to make me emotionally breakdown and cry like a little kid.  He has not only made me his personal scapegoat, but also puts insult after insult to trigger some kind of response.  So far it hasn't work, and even as the day grows more tiresome, I'm able to beef up.  Actually we are starting to find many different qualities in common (not films or music).  Today we hate apples and caramel snack packs in an empty two-story auditorium talking about the origin of expressions we've been saying since kids.

I really want to build a high class Victorian steampunk outfit.  I just need that kind of respect in a fake community.  I've got the whole outfit planned out, just need some pressure gauges and the time to build it.

How men and their shirt types evolve:
Age 5: Monkeys (probably curious george)
Age 10: Lizards (way cooler than monkeys)
Age 15: Christian heavy metal (rebellious and hardcore)
Age 20: Designer shirts (cool graphics or indie band shirts)
Age 25: Fashion shirts (multi-button or v-neck-like)
Age 30: Polos (you're married now)
Age 35: Tie-dye (you're married and need some youth)
Age 40: Best dad shirts (you might as well be proud about being married)
Age 45: Oversized shirts (you're slowly losing grip of reality)
Age 50: Button up shirts showing chest hair (you're now listening to more disco than ever for some reason)
Age 55: Son's old shirts (retirement is near)
I don't know after 55.

Question of the day:
What are you five favorite films of the decade?