Building upon my post below about how the leader of a particular government agency doesn't HAVE to be proficient in the agency's field so long as they are a competent administrator... (that is, Lee Iacoca doesn't have to know how to weld to run a car company) It certainly helps if they have SOME kind of experience.
I would prefer that the head of FEMA know what the fuck a disaster is and how to help mitigate one, but if his operational staff are competent, then I'll cut him some slack. If he knows the high altitude lay of the land and is aware of how best to lead and support his agency then I'm happy.
But the fucktard in charge of FEMA isn't competent in any way, shape or form. In fact, five of the top 8 people there are Bush appointees. Go take a look at an analysis of Mike Browns credentials here. This is beyond padding your resume to get into a good paying corporate gig, this is fucking lying your way into a job where you are in charge of saving lives. This man isn't fit to run a Quiznos, let alone FEMA. If you disagree, or think I'm way off base, sound off in the comments. Tell me I'm wrong and cite your logic. Right now my blood pressure is so high I need to go hug a goddamn tree and pet some bunnies.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Why am I not happy?
I am exploring the possibility of changing from my Sidekick II to the sexy Treo 650. I bought one last week and have been messing around with it a bit. I have 30 days to see if its for me. Certainly the better coverage is a big plus. It also is supposed to get my email, which it is refusing to do. It's also supposed to act as a wireless modem for times when I need to hook my laptop to the internets to fix a clients website (which happens any time I am over 1,000 miles away from home or nowhere near an wifi hotspot. It's supposed to do this but we haven't gotten that worked out yet.
I CAN surf the web using the phones built in browser, which is passable. But my joy at receiving delicious internets even while snuggled up in my tent in Michigan is made sour by what I am seeing on it.
The more I read about the disaster in New Orleans the madder I get. I am, at this time, almost incandescent with rage. At first, I was willing to blame our President/King only for failing to act in the manner which he is required to during times of natural disaster. After all, he is not a disaster relief professional. His job is to reassure the public and make sure congress funds relief efforts. But in this simple task he has failed miserably. He stayed on vacation for two fucking days after the levees broke, eating cake and playing a guitar with the presidential seal on it. WTF??
His photo op in New Orleans (when he did show up) required all air traffic to be grounded and while a coast guard crew acted as a backdrop, they were not out saving lives. The man in charge of the government agency that IS supposed to do the lions share of this work has NO emergency management training. Okay, the president of Ford may not know how to weld but he's a good administrator right? But the guy in charge of FEMA isn't a good administrator. He's a political hack, who was fired from his previous job as head of the Arabian Horse Breeders association. He and his right hand man at the agency were given the jobs as thanks for helping get Bush elected.
During the disaster, the Vice-President was on vacation as well. Fishing. Rumsfeld was at a baseball game. And Condi Rice went on vacation AFTER the levees broke. 57 countries are trying to give us aid, and she's out seeing Spamalot and buying $2000 shoes. Who the fuck is working down in D.C.??
There is no doubt that local and state officials must shoulder some of the blame for the cock ups that kept thousands stranded without food or water. Of course, they didn't have communications, power, transportation, or sufficient manpower. In the end, the military stepped up and seems to be doing a good job of moving materials, supplies and troops where they need to be. FEMA on the other hand, doesn't seem to know that they have hundred of fire fighters sitting around in Atlanta waiting for something to do, or that a Navy hospital ship is sitting empty or that a mobile hospital designed of this kind of disaster is idle. They claim they couldn;t get to the convention center, yet three college students did it in a 2 wheel drive Hyundai.
The White House press corps slapped Scott McClelland around today and rightly so. The republicans are one and all saying:
A) We cannot divert ANY attention from Katrina relief
B) 'Blame-Game' politics are evil and should not be tolerated.
Funny, I can chew gum and walk at the same time, the government should also be capable of more than one activity. And it's called 'accountability' when you demand that the moron running the show be sacked. Just because the machine is running better now doesn't mean that the director isn't still incompetent. That FEMA is now doing it's job is a tribute to those who actually DO SOMETHING. They are doing their jobs, bringing the vast resources of the government to bear. But I wonder how much better the results would be if they had started earlier.
In the end, I feel that the President deserves much of the blame here. Not all of it. Yes, he was the first President to cut funding to the levee system, but even with full funding the levees would likely have still broken. Yes, he has refused to sign the Kyoto accords to reduce pollution and global warming which may be creating larger and more deadly hurricanes, but even with a signed treaty it will take decade to see any noticeable change. No, I can't blame Bush for everything, but I do blame him for acting irresponsibly. I blame him for failing to provide leadership in a time of crisis. This is the second time he's been placed in a position where he had to rise to the occasion, and he blew it again. I blame him for appointing political hacks to positions in FEMA. (I'd be interested to know if this is something that has been done from the start but I believe that FEMA has only been around since 1984).
This country simply can't afford to leave this man in charge. If he were a gentleman he would but his affairs in order, and resign the presidency. In the wake of this disaster an independent investigation should be conducted and action taken to assure this never happens again. McClelland said as much. "Now is not the time for playing the blame-game". But it's been 4 years since 9/11 and no one has been held accountable for that have they? The buck simply doesn't stop anymore.
Update** About 1,000 firefighters are sittng around in a hotel in Atlanta doing...nothing. Well, they are getting FEMA classes on secual harrasmnet and they MAY eventually be sent out into the field to hald out FLYERS with FEMA's number on it. I wouldn;t have believed it if I hadn;t read the article for myself. 50 fire fighters DID get sent to Louisiana, so they could stand next to Bush as props for a photo op. May the Gods stike this imecile down.
I CAN surf the web using the phones built in browser, which is passable. But my joy at receiving delicious internets even while snuggled up in my tent in Michigan is made sour by what I am seeing on it.
The more I read about the disaster in New Orleans the madder I get. I am, at this time, almost incandescent with rage. At first, I was willing to blame our President/King only for failing to act in the manner which he is required to during times of natural disaster. After all, he is not a disaster relief professional. His job is to reassure the public and make sure congress funds relief efforts. But in this simple task he has failed miserably. He stayed on vacation for two fucking days after the levees broke, eating cake and playing a guitar with the presidential seal on it. WTF??
His photo op in New Orleans (when he did show up) required all air traffic to be grounded and while a coast guard crew acted as a backdrop, they were not out saving lives. The man in charge of the government agency that IS supposed to do the lions share of this work has NO emergency management training. Okay, the president of Ford may not know how to weld but he's a good administrator right? But the guy in charge of FEMA isn't a good administrator. He's a political hack, who was fired from his previous job as head of the Arabian Horse Breeders association. He and his right hand man at the agency were given the jobs as thanks for helping get Bush elected.
During the disaster, the Vice-President was on vacation as well. Fishing. Rumsfeld was at a baseball game. And Condi Rice went on vacation AFTER the levees broke. 57 countries are trying to give us aid, and she's out seeing Spamalot and buying $2000 shoes. Who the fuck is working down in D.C.??
There is no doubt that local and state officials must shoulder some of the blame for the cock ups that kept thousands stranded without food or water. Of course, they didn't have communications, power, transportation, or sufficient manpower. In the end, the military stepped up and seems to be doing a good job of moving materials, supplies and troops where they need to be. FEMA on the other hand, doesn't seem to know that they have hundred of fire fighters sitting around in Atlanta waiting for something to do, or that a Navy hospital ship is sitting empty or that a mobile hospital designed of this kind of disaster is idle. They claim they couldn;t get to the convention center, yet three college students did it in a 2 wheel drive Hyundai.
The White House press corps slapped Scott McClelland around today and rightly so. The republicans are one and all saying:
A) We cannot divert ANY attention from Katrina relief
B) 'Blame-Game' politics are evil and should not be tolerated.
Funny, I can chew gum and walk at the same time, the government should also be capable of more than one activity. And it's called 'accountability' when you demand that the moron running the show be sacked. Just because the machine is running better now doesn't mean that the director isn't still incompetent. That FEMA is now doing it's job is a tribute to those who actually DO SOMETHING. They are doing their jobs, bringing the vast resources of the government to bear. But I wonder how much better the results would be if they had started earlier.
In the end, I feel that the President deserves much of the blame here. Not all of it. Yes, he was the first President to cut funding to the levee system, but even with full funding the levees would likely have still broken. Yes, he has refused to sign the Kyoto accords to reduce pollution and global warming which may be creating larger and more deadly hurricanes, but even with a signed treaty it will take decade to see any noticeable change. No, I can't blame Bush for everything, but I do blame him for acting irresponsibly. I blame him for failing to provide leadership in a time of crisis. This is the second time he's been placed in a position where he had to rise to the occasion, and he blew it again. I blame him for appointing political hacks to positions in FEMA. (I'd be interested to know if this is something that has been done from the start but I believe that FEMA has only been around since 1984).
This country simply can't afford to leave this man in charge. If he were a gentleman he would but his affairs in order, and resign the presidency. In the wake of this disaster an independent investigation should be conducted and action taken to assure this never happens again. McClelland said as much. "Now is not the time for playing the blame-game". But it's been 4 years since 9/11 and no one has been held accountable for that have they? The buck simply doesn't stop anymore.
Update** About 1,000 firefighters are sittng around in a hotel in Atlanta doing...nothing. Well, they are getting FEMA classes on secual harrasmnet and they MAY eventually be sent out into the field to hald out FLYERS with FEMA's number on it. I wouldn;t have believed it if I hadn;t read the article for myself. 50 fire fighters DID get sent to Louisiana, so they could stand next to Bush as props for a photo op. May the Gods stike this imecile down.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Turkey
Tonight at camp there was a deep fried turkey feast. It was deliscious.
Now a guy is playing a guitar by the fire.
The little girl in the pic just had her first s'more, and I'm pleased to
say that I made it for her.
Now a guy is playing a guitar by the fire.
The little girl in the pic just had her first s'more, and I'm pleased to
say that I made it for her.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Tribal fire
The fire circle at Jellystone campground. No CNN. That's good. Too much
tragedy, too much anger. Have you donated over at www.redcross.org yet?
No? Why not?
Found out that Vlad of Vlads pleasure palace made it out. But a merchant
aquaintance out in Biloxi is mia. I hope he got out. I hope they all get
out.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
A bountiful harvest!
When we came to Bag End we knew that the property would need some work to bring it back to full health. This spring we spent a good many hours pruning our fruit trees and training the grape vines. We also sprayed the trees to prevent various diseases and insects. Yesterday I stepped outside for a breath of fresh air and I cought three deer bounding away across the back of the property.
"Honey, it's time to pick our apples"
"Is it time?" She asked.
"The deer seem to think so. Last year they waited until the fruit was perfect before eating all of it."
Indeed the deer were right. It was time. The grape vines were overflowing and we must have picked at least a bushel, or maybe half a bushel...What the hell is a bushel anyway? Well, we picked a lot of green grapes and some red.
We also picked a mess of apples which, while looking better than last years crop, were spotted and grungy looking. Well it turns out that all they needed was a bath. We scrubbed them un til their faces shone brightly and then mercilessly hacked them up and made a pie. We're not sure what to do about the grapes. I think we're going to have to cook them down to juice to make jam, a fairly time consuming process according to the internets. If we cock it up we still have a lot more red grapes that aren't quite ready yet.
The great thing is that this is our fruit, our bounty. Although we lived in the midst of a farm for five years, it wasn't our product (plus they were growing pumpkins, which aren't really a snacking food. But there grapes and apples are ours. Was it worth the effort, time and expense? I think so.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Mein Kampf
This weekend was a struggle from start to finish. Rossana departed Thursday for Ohio Ren to start clean up of her and my booths. Lindsey and Jesse had to detour to Bag End to pick up aone crucial piece of equipment I had forgotten to pack for Rossana. Had to make a sign for Michigan Ren (It came out great) in addition to fixing mannequins, mirrors etc etc.
Everyone was trapped by traffic. I spend the better part of an hour roaring down unnamed Detroit streets in a mad heard of Michigan drivers who view the speed limit as a personal affront. I arrived late to site and unloaded. I get a call from Lindsey down at Ohio Ren, the phone line isn't working. Despite sending in the required bribe and battling the forces of Sprints' customer service department, we have no dial tone. Lindsey will have to call in all credit card orders.
Saturday opens with rain, both at Ohio and at Michigan. It eventually subsides but the crowds are meager. Ohio opens with 50 people at the gate. Jesus, the rennies outnumber patrons by something like 3 to 1. Every sale is a struggle, a triumph of the will. A victory of salemanship over reasoned thought. This should be easy, but everyone is tight with their money because the economy just fine according to our glorious King George.
There comes a point where you have to do whatever it takes to make sales. At one point I spent 30 minutes, an unheard of amount of time, setting up a snipe. If you've never heard the term I shall explain. A snipe is where you get a sale for yourself by getting the customer to return a competitors product. This is not easy. Not only do you have to convince them that your product is better, but you must seem like you aren't badmouthing the competitor. You have to point out the many advantages your product has and let them make their own choice. Above all, you must not lie.
I never lie when I sell. I know that seems like an obvious falsehood. After all, Steve/Erik the Bard/Dante the Daring is a master con-man, a flim-flam artist, a hustler. I'm not sure how this perception came to be but I hear it a lot from acquaintances. The fact is I never lie to customers. Ever. A lie is a nasty little vermin that, once escaped from the lips, can do untold damage. Yes, I could lie and say that our products have such and such amazing properties and my competition is a drunken wife abuser etc, etc. And although it might gain me a sale in the short term, it would surely come back to haunt me. Lies have to be kept track of, an increasingly difficult thing to do as my mental capacity shrinks with age. I have made it a point to never lie when dealing with a customer. I actually left an employer when he wanted me to make promises about delivery dates that I knew he could not keep.
So I had to use the truth and my wits to steal this sale. I spent 30 minutes giving an impromptu lesson on Elizabethan fashion, bodice construction, female anatomy and high finance in the form of our layaway program. Most customers won't stay still for 30 minutes of sales pitch but I made her an offer she couldn't refuse. I told her that if, after trying on my corset, she thought the outfit she had just purchased from a competitor looked better, I would GIVE her the $375 corset.
And I meant it.
I came up with the idea right on the spot and I must admit that it spurned me to do my best to gain her confidence and trust. She didn't believe my offer at first so I repeated it for the shop at large. They would act as impartial judges. The end result was that 10 people were captivated enough to stay through the entire pitch and in the end she returned the other outfit and put her more expensive corset on layaway with a deposit. Snipe achieved. Snipe isn't the best term but I can't think of another name. Poaching is a nice term, but poaching refers to the cardinal sin of taking a potential customer out of a fellow vendors shop. An unpardonable sin.
If you have any ideas for replacing the term 'snipe', let me know.
Everyone worked hard. Everyone had my sincere thanks. Tired now...must sleep.
Everyone was trapped by traffic. I spend the better part of an hour roaring down unnamed Detroit streets in a mad heard of Michigan drivers who view the speed limit as a personal affront. I arrived late to site and unloaded. I get a call from Lindsey down at Ohio Ren, the phone line isn't working. Despite sending in the required bribe and battling the forces of Sprints' customer service department, we have no dial tone. Lindsey will have to call in all credit card orders.
Saturday opens with rain, both at Ohio and at Michigan. It eventually subsides but the crowds are meager. Ohio opens with 50 people at the gate. Jesus, the rennies outnumber patrons by something like 3 to 1. Every sale is a struggle, a triumph of the will. A victory of salemanship over reasoned thought. This should be easy, but everyone is tight with their money because the economy just fine according to our glorious King George.
There comes a point where you have to do whatever it takes to make sales. At one point I spent 30 minutes, an unheard of amount of time, setting up a snipe. If you've never heard the term I shall explain. A snipe is where you get a sale for yourself by getting the customer to return a competitors product. This is not easy. Not only do you have to convince them that your product is better, but you must seem like you aren't badmouthing the competitor. You have to point out the many advantages your product has and let them make their own choice. Above all, you must not lie.
I never lie when I sell. I know that seems like an obvious falsehood. After all, Steve/Erik the Bard/Dante the Daring is a master con-man, a flim-flam artist, a hustler. I'm not sure how this perception came to be but I hear it a lot from acquaintances. The fact is I never lie to customers. Ever. A lie is a nasty little vermin that, once escaped from the lips, can do untold damage. Yes, I could lie and say that our products have such and such amazing properties and my competition is a drunken wife abuser etc, etc. And although it might gain me a sale in the short term, it would surely come back to haunt me. Lies have to be kept track of, an increasingly difficult thing to do as my mental capacity shrinks with age. I have made it a point to never lie when dealing with a customer. I actually left an employer when he wanted me to make promises about delivery dates that I knew he could not keep.
So I had to use the truth and my wits to steal this sale. I spent 30 minutes giving an impromptu lesson on Elizabethan fashion, bodice construction, female anatomy and high finance in the form of our layaway program. Most customers won't stay still for 30 minutes of sales pitch but I made her an offer she couldn't refuse. I told her that if, after trying on my corset, she thought the outfit she had just purchased from a competitor looked better, I would GIVE her the $375 corset.
And I meant it.
I came up with the idea right on the spot and I must admit that it spurned me to do my best to gain her confidence and trust. She didn't believe my offer at first so I repeated it for the shop at large. They would act as impartial judges. The end result was that 10 people were captivated enough to stay through the entire pitch and in the end she returned the other outfit and put her more expensive corset on layaway with a deposit. Snipe achieved. Snipe isn't the best term but I can't think of another name. Poaching is a nice term, but poaching refers to the cardinal sin of taking a potential customer out of a fellow vendors shop. An unpardonable sin.
If you have any ideas for replacing the term 'snipe', let me know.
Everyone worked hard. Everyone had my sincere thanks. Tired now...must sleep.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Job resignation form.
I SO would have used this letter, if it weren't for the fact that I was downsized first.
Dear *Boss's name*
After an appropriate period of deliberation, I have come to the decision to tender my resignation from *Company name*, effective *enter date*.
Please know that I still maintain a high level of respect for you as a manager and colleague, and I thank you sincerely for the support and assistance you have offered me in each of those roles. I have been proud to work for *Company name* over the past *enter amount* years; it has been a journey that has provided me an unparalleled foundation to move forward to new and exciting opportunities.
As such, I have decided to become a professional pirate. It has always been a dream of mine to live the life of a swashbuckling corsair, beholden to none and master of all I survey. Once my crew of unabashed rogues is assembled, we shall take to the capacious expanse of the high seas to pursue fortune, fame, and hair-raising adventure.
Our path may not be filled with the porcine comforts and technological marvels that *company name* provides, but we shall nonetheless move forward to carve a name for ourselves in the annals of bold insurgency and death-defying derring-do. Once I have a keen blade at my hip and the Jolly Roger is flapping high above me, I believe I will find my true calling.
Please note that I am currently accepting applications for First Mate, if you are at all interested in applying. I will provide a full medical and dental plan, which will offer immediate coverage of all maladies other than scurvy and the occasional bout of rickets.
Sincerely,
*Your Pirate Name*
Dear *Boss's name*
After an appropriate period of deliberation, I have come to the decision to tender my resignation from *Company name*, effective *enter date*.
Please know that I still maintain a high level of respect for you as a manager and colleague, and I thank you sincerely for the support and assistance you have offered me in each of those roles. I have been proud to work for *Company name* over the past *enter amount* years; it has been a journey that has provided me an unparalleled foundation to move forward to new and exciting opportunities.
As such, I have decided to become a professional pirate. It has always been a dream of mine to live the life of a swashbuckling corsair, beholden to none and master of all I survey. Once my crew of unabashed rogues is assembled, we shall take to the capacious expanse of the high seas to pursue fortune, fame, and hair-raising adventure.
Our path may not be filled with the porcine comforts and technological marvels that *company name* provides, but we shall nonetheless move forward to carve a name for ourselves in the annals of bold insurgency and death-defying derring-do. Once I have a keen blade at my hip and the Jolly Roger is flapping high above me, I believe I will find my true calling.
Please note that I am currently accepting applications for First Mate, if you are at all interested in applying. I will provide a full medical and dental plan, which will offer immediate coverage of all maladies other than scurvy and the occasional bout of rickets.
Sincerely,
*Your Pirate Name*
Fucked Up
Not too much to report right now. Back from Pennsic and working the Michigan fair. It feels good to be home and to get stuff done around Bag End. The worst of the heat seems to be over and its like a fever has broken. I hope it stays that way. This summer was been seriously cut down by this weather, which makes my brain soft and steals my energy like kryptonite.
In the meantime, take a read of this tale over at Kiro5hin.org It reminds me of some people I've passed by from time to time and makes me glad that I never got fucked around with binge drinking and drugs (or skinheads for that matter). The story isn't realy about this kids life becomming a trainwreck, but rather how it swerved back and forth drunkenly, narrowly avoiding pedestrians and oncomming cars.
In the meantime, take a read of this tale over at Kiro5hin.org It reminds me of some people I've passed by from time to time and makes me glad that I never got fucked around with binge drinking and drugs (or skinheads for that matter). The story isn't realy about this kids life becomming a trainwreck, but rather how it swerved back and forth drunkenly, narrowly avoiding pedestrians and oncomming cars.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
All is right with the world
A shot of runestone hill s the sun sinks slowly in the west. The weather
is much improved now. Tonights parties include The Masked Inquisition,
the Corn party, creeping death and others. My wife is at a seminar on
the Kama Sutra and I'm keen to hear what she learned...
is much improved now. Tonights parties include The Masked Inquisition,
the Corn party, creeping death and others. My wife is at a seminar on
the Kama Sutra and I'm keen to hear what she learned...
Friday, August 12, 2005
King Midgets
So we're getting gas in Norwalk Ohio on our way to the Michigan ren when
a funny little car putters by. Its gone so quick I don't have time to
identify it. It was certainly unusual. Small as a golf cart and as boxy
as a jeep.
Then another shows up. And another. Then a pack of them. Its like we
were being stalked by an evil heard of clown cars. I managed to snap a
few pics before flagging one down. It seems like this weekend is the big
jamboree for the King Midget, a car that was produced both as a kit and
as a complete vehicle in Athens ohio from the 40's to the 60's. Do a
google search to find their fan club home page and learn more than you
wanted to know about this funky little car.
a funny little car putters by. Its gone so quick I don't have time to
identify it. It was certainly unusual. Small as a golf cart and as boxy
as a jeep.
Then another shows up. And another. Then a pack of them. Its like we
were being stalked by an evil heard of clown cars. I managed to snap a
few pics before flagging one down. It seems like this weekend is the big
jamboree for the King Midget, a car that was produced both as a kit and
as a complete vehicle in Athens ohio from the 40's to the 60's. Do a
google search to find their fan club home page and learn more than you
wanted to know about this funky little car.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Magical
Hello, this is Steve... I'm not at my blog right now. I'm at the Pennsic Wars. But if you leave your name and a comment, I'll get right back to you. BEEEP
In the mean time, go look at this and tell me there aren;t wizards in the world.
In the mean time, go look at this and tell me there aren;t wizards in the world.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Cost of War
No long diatribe here. Just a link showing the costs of this war in dollars. No one can put a monetary value on the over 1800 lives lost in the US and the thousands of civilians lost in Iraq.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Is this me in an alternate timeline?
I watched the trailer for the upcoming film 'Lord of War' starring Nicolas Cage. In the first 10 second of the trailer he says several sobering facts about about arms use in the world, and then says something so wrong that my mouth actually fell open. Then I giggled.
Go watch the trailer, then come back... I'll wait...
Ok. I know that rampant gun proliferation is not solving the worlds problems. I actually support gun control because too many stupid monkeys have access to guns and tend to use them in very bad, stupid ways. Getting a gun should be a very difficult process that involves careful training, psycological examinations and a test before getting a license. Of course, I also feel this way about breeding, but that's another matter.
But this film makes me smile. I worked selling swords and pole arms at the Ohio Ren for five years. And I loved it. There is a great sense of pride in providing a quality product to a customer at a decent price. I loved showing off what the swords could do. In short, I was an arms dealer. I should be shocked that Hollywood would take such a serious subject and trivialize it into a comedy. But I'm not. Because when I see Nick Cage up on that screen, its like looking at myself through a kind of funhouse mirror. The fact is, shooting guns is fun as hell. I love it. It's just the part where people point them at other people that kills my buzz.
Go watch the trailer, then come back... I'll wait...
Ok. I know that rampant gun proliferation is not solving the worlds problems. I actually support gun control because too many stupid monkeys have access to guns and tend to use them in very bad, stupid ways. Getting a gun should be a very difficult process that involves careful training, psycological examinations and a test before getting a license. Of course, I also feel this way about breeding, but that's another matter.
But this film makes me smile. I worked selling swords and pole arms at the Ohio Ren for five years. And I loved it. There is a great sense of pride in providing a quality product to a customer at a decent price. I loved showing off what the swords could do. In short, I was an arms dealer. I should be shocked that Hollywood would take such a serious subject and trivialize it into a comedy. But I'm not. Because when I see Nick Cage up on that screen, its like looking at myself through a kind of funhouse mirror. The fact is, shooting guns is fun as hell. I love it. It's just the part where people point them at other people that kills my buzz.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
5 star accomidations
Nothing but the best for us when we travel. Here we see the shower
house- er, spa, yeah that's it, at the luxurious hotel--- uh campground.
house- er, spa, yeah that's it, at the luxurious hotel--- uh campground.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
