Sunday, June 14, 2009

Damn, I forgot my shopping list!


Nothing makes a trip to the store more enjoyable than finding someones shopping list they discarded in the cart or basket you grabbed. I will make up a character to fit the list every time. One of the games I play to make everyday chores seem more fun than they actually are. Today I found one to share. In order, only the names have been changed to protect the white trash.

BEER
emissionsadditive(so her Camaro can pass the tailpipe test?)
oil+filter
fender
?knife?(Guess she wasn't sure how big of a knife was needed)
Olive Oil
Ghiardelli semi-sweet
Batter

BEER seemed very important.

Talent or Ignorance, You decide.


I my few short years in the blue collar workforce I have commuted long and far and sometime short distances. My longest commute involved two to four hours of fun with the Washington State Ferry System followed by a snail crawl through Downtown Seattle to reach Everett another hour or so later. My shortest was a brisk 3 minute walk through The town of Vashon Washington. The rest of my Jobs usually led me on an hour drive each way. These days I can be to work in twelve minutes by car. I actually miss the longer drive to work. It gave me time to wake up behind the wheel and listen to My favorite indulgence, the Bob Rivers Show. Well during those years of my Auto Commute I have seen people do many thing besides driving behind the wheel. Read the Paper, a novel, write a novel, apply make-up, shave, shave their head, flat iron or curl hair, brush teeth, put in contacts. You get the idea. Well last week in my very short commute I saw something I have never seen nor did I ever expect. A woman with way to much on her plate for the 24 hours in a day was talking on her phone while shaving her armpit. And all I could think was, is anybody really gonna care that much if you have pit stubble for a day?

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Nothing Impotent.

Most of the time I blog for the Fan Fare. Or to make a witty point. This however is totally unorganized and has no point other than to share a fraction of what goes through my head.

Now that I live in a place that has sun I truly can appreciate solar powered yard lights.Being from Seattle I thought they were just chrome pillars of hope that someday there would be enough sun to charge the batteries to get a few hours or light for free.

On a test drive I watched a Lexus RX Hybrid and a Diesel Dodge Ram drag racing stop light to stop light. I wonder if the soccer Mom in her snobby green car was scoffing at the environmental ignorance of the man in the Ram?

While driving home the one day I saw a car with eight inch letters spelling "DrivesafeColorado.com" across it's bumper. The car had just rear ended another vehicle. No Doubt they were chatting on the phone.

I work for Chrysler. My boss calls me a communist for driving a Honda. Yesterday he showed up to work driving a Honda Motorcycle. I promptly went to the parts department and stole two stickers. One says made in America with Pride. One Says made in Canada. I applied the Made in America sticker to his Cycle and the next time he drives his Dodge I will be placing the Oh Canada tag on it.

I sometimes wonder that if I had actually paid attention in school if I would be designing the same cars that I fix or if I would have done it right.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Weekend in Aspen







Sometimes it’s good to go out and visit places you have never been. This weekend JRod and I were itching to get away so we hopped online and searched for cheap airfare and hotels. Not so much cheap airfare was to be had but there was some steep discounts in the Hotel department. Looking at the map we decided that a 4hour drive was acceptable and that neither of us had been to Aspen. Now when I think of Aspen, I see Stars on the Slopes. Not quite what we found.
Well, it’s spring, most of the snow has melted and the drive from Denver up into the Mountains past Breckenridge and into the Aspen Valley is breath taking. Mountain Goat herds around highway signs. Chartreuse Aspen trees against a background of brick red cliffs and fields of hunter green and Columbine blue is amazing. My camera can not do the scenery any justice.
We got into Aspen before noon and we couldn’t check into our cabin until three so we went for walk. Things seemed a bit off. There were cars parked everywhere but not many driving around and not many people out and about. Walking into a restaurant for a bite of lunch we were greeted by bored servers and vacant tables. Apparently we arrived in the four week lull that most locals take vacation from the town. After a tasty bite of lunch it was off for a drive to find Goldie Hawn’s house. No such luck. Couldn’t find Lance Armstrong’s either. Not only had most of the locals left but so had all of the Stars. We did however see amazing homes in crazy locations. One house was being built at the entrance of the National Park so it could Share the Lake. Another three were built over and around the Ute Cemetery that was established in 1888. Their porches looked over the Civil War graves and decaying unmarked tombs. I would have loved to been a fly on the wall to hear that Realtor earn their money.
Back downtown we checked into the honeymoon cabin at L'auberge d'Aspen wich is a group of quaint cabins on Main Street which is close to “the action” and cute. After we were settled we decided to head to the store for some forgotten essentials. Inside the grocery store instead of one isle of organic food and earth friendly goods it was half of the store. There was no soda or chip isle. We did find a few of those half cans of pop covered in dust they use to serve on the airplanes. We walked around one of the parks and admired huge anatomically correct sculptures of animals made out of old chrome car bumpers, and park benches dedicated to loved ones lost and memorials to various celebrities.
It was time for dinner and JRod was hungry for Austrian food so it was off to Wienerstube. This has been an Aspen landmark for over 43 years. It has recently been purchased by Harald Neuweg a renowned Austrian chef who had always dreamed of opening an Austrian restaurant in the Rocky Mountains so says his website until now. Now he says he hates the town because no one eats fattening food, they all have little dogs and ride their bikes around to the granola store. The place was empty. The Bartender/Host/Waiter looked shocked to see us. The owner and Assistant chef were outside in shorts finishing the porch. They suited up and started cooking while our host brought homemade breads and a boot full of beer. Like a glass knee high logging boot. It must have held a gallon of pilsner. After that was the best wienersnitzel I have ever had and apple strudel you would punch your mother for. With full bellies and buzzed brains we were in need of another walk and that is when we started to notice the Stepford charm of this town. There are no fat people. If you are on the street you must be riding a bike, walking a small dog or have a cell phone pressed up to your ear. Extra points for all three at once. There are no store chains or restaurant chains. Of the two grocery stores in town one is hidden in a dark corner and the other is inside a Boutique mini mall with a hardware store below it. It was like the town council had done it’s best make this a feel like a small town except with multi million dollar condos and billion dollar homes covering every inch of real-estate. Outside the store two blocks down we found Galena Street. In this area within four square blocks you will find every high end International Fashion House you can dream of. Fendi, Bvlgari, Prada, Gucci, and on and on if I did I would just be name dropping and wasting type.. You get the picture. Around this hub of decadence was art galleries, designer children’s stores, Ski Resort empire showrooms and Bear statues everywhere. If I had to describe this town in three words they would have to be Country, Patchouli and Diamonds.

The drive home was just as breathtaking. We drove past a Black Bear standing next to the freeway, I thought it was another statue, then it’s head moved then I thought it must be animatronics, this town thinks of everything. As I looked in the rearview mirror I saw it walking. Aspen is a whole different world.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

McCrapalatte

So I have lived in Denver for a little over four months now and there are a few things that are different from Seattle. There is the schizophrenic weather. Being 70 degrees for a few days then dropping into the teens and snowing only to return to sunny and 60 the middle of winter is just plain disturbing. Not that I miss months of straight grey and wet.

There is the lack of trees and water….Eastern Washington like.

But the one that brings all this writing purpose is Coffee. Something I took for complete granted in the Evergreen State, is the fact that every three blocks no matter where you are you can find a drive up coffee stand with a decent cup of Joe or any other steamy brew you choose. Not in Denver. I’m not sure if it is against the law or if people out here are just High on life or the lack of oxygen but they just don’t seemed hooked on the witch’s brew. They don’t even seem to know what Chai is. To drive up and get coffee takes planning or settling. There is one drive up Starbuck’s within 10 miles of my home. Not that Starbuck’s is good coffee, but it is consistent. You can get the same bitter over roasted brew at any of them. And they are proud of it. Five dollars for a large/venti whatever the fuck you wanna call it. So this leaves me with CrackDonalds. The golden arches will serve you up a similar cup of steamed milk n caffeine for half the price. Unfortunately they also have other temptations that will be the topic of another blog.

So I am hooked on amongst other things McDonald’s CafĂ© beverages. Cause I’m Lazy. The problem lies with the fact that I attract a strange breed of worker @ the drive-through. There are three Golden Arches between home and work. I had to stop going to the first one because the girl who is always working has a crush on me. Flattering you would think except all of the enamel is rotting off of her teeth and she likes to wear plastic pearls and a “Hello Kitty” button on her shirt. One day she commented on how I must be rich. I can only assume because I have all of my teeth and I keep my car clean. The other problem is the beverage girl that always hands me my drink says “Here is your McCafe Latte hot like you like it”........I shit you not.

So onto Arch number two. The operator of this drive up window rotates his accents between Scottish and Russian. Yep. One day it’s “Top o the morning to you” the next is a phony ass broken English early James Bond enemy dialectic. Weird!

So I tried the Dark Arch #3. As I pulled up to the loudspeaker I see what appears to be a baby diaper smeared across the menu board. No Poo Poo platter for me. As I drove off without my coffee I saw a gaggle of Latino women with Sharpie eyebrows hexing me from the drive up, I started to think the universe is trying to tell me something.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Work.

So I have come to the conclusion in the short twenty years in the rat race that work is what you make of it. You can hate it, love it, just go to it, or not. At this point I think I could actually work in a shit plant and keep a positive outlook. So I prefer to play it like a game. The actual work rarely entertains me any longer so I focus on the job as my source of entertainment.
I treat my work as an episode of survivor(That "reality" game show that has been on the Fox network for a decade that I am not sure if anyone watches anymore). I like to identify the "Players" and see how I can be an asset to them and find the "Bully" to systematically destroy them and their credibility. I know it is sick but if I am going to spend 10 hours of my day doing something it must keep my mind occupied. It must be working, I dodged the layoffs and after being at my place of employment for three short months I just found out that I am the Employee of the Month. What the Fuck do I have to look forward to now? I guess it's time for pranks. Like placing McDonald employment applications on co-workers desk. Relocating employee's personal effects. Rubber cementing everything down to the desk.Placing a piece of scotch tape over the phone earpiece so they shout at customers.Or there is always Photo shop fun! Stay Tuned for next weeks exciting manufactured Drama.

What da Duck?

Saturday, November 08, 2008

What da Duck?
Current mood: pleased
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping

I love me some Friday, especially when I can get off early! So after work I had some time to kill so I went to get my hairs cut. Now I am a wee bit particular when it comes to a cut. It's not just the haircut, it has to be the right atmosphere. It took me 6 months to find the last place I was happy with, so after moving to Colorado I figured I would be up for a challenge. First try, I stumbled into Floyd's Barber Shoppe. Floyd's greets you with a friendly staff and a loud soundtrack fresh off of my senior year of high school play list. The walls just like my last haunt are covered in posters of singers, rockers and crooners.
For the most part the staff are young, fun and personable. Which brings me to my stylist.
As soon as I sat down to wait and gazed around the Shoppe I saw her and knew I would be stuck with Tanorexic Barbie. She wanted to be twenty again. Picture big Texas hair with overdone highlights and DARK roots. Her skin was supple like two week dead in the sun Bison carcass and the color of terra cotta roof tiles. Almost like after cooking herself in tanning beds for 30 years she decided spray tanning was where it's at. Cougar Barbie finished up with her client and escorted me to her chair (a very cool replica of a 1930-40's barber chair). After asking how I wanted it She started in with the small talk. "Wasn't last night's Game crazy". I hadn't a clue. Catching the fuzzy look on my face she took another stab "The Bronco's"! I told her I wasn't into sports and that was the last word spoken to me. From that point on she spent all of her time chatting and making eyes with any piece of hanging meat that came within five feet of her web. It was like football was her litmus paper. Any man in her chair that wasn't into Football wasn't into her lady parts and wouldn't be her next baby daddy. At one point she was massaging my back with her arm stretched out as far as she could get away so she could flirt with the UPS guy at the counter. Did I forget to mention they give Vibra Massages after each cut? Love Floyd's!
So after my minute at the Spa I headed home for a shower to get ready for Jerrod's Daughter's birthday dinner at Grandma's, that was a whole lot of possessives. Anywho, after dinner I ran out to the car to get my camera to capture all the magic of cake and presents. I speed walked back to the condo, whipped the door open to be greeted by a complete stranger with the strangest look of fear and confusion on her face. I'm not sure if it was My "What da Duck" shirt or that some 300lb man just burst into her living room. All I could do was laugh for a moment before apologizing and telling her I must have the wrong door. At least I gave her a good story for the water cooler Monday. Oh Christ on a Cracker don't get me started on Mondays.

Hope all is well with you and yours!