My Random Blog

Today I decided to watch some HBO documentary programming via my cable’s “On Damand” option. First I watched some stupid Heidi Fleiss thing (what a train wreck) about her “Stud Farm” in Nevada. Sufficiently bored, I moved on to something called “Ganja Queen” about the imprisonment and trial, in Indonesia, of one Schapelle Corby.

I have never been so heart broken, for a complete stranger, in my life. And I cannot believe that her own government (Australia) has done nothing to get her out of that hell hole and back home with her family. It absolutely blows my fucking mind right out of my head.

If you don’t know who Schapelle is, you should. Someone put a ten-pound bag of marijuana in her unlocked boogie board bag without her knowledge. Upon arrival in Indonesia, it was discovered and then all hell broke loose. Her “trial” was a fucking JOKE and she was sentenced to 20 years in that shithole, 3 years of which she has served. If you go to her homepage and read about what exactly went down, you will be as shocked and angry as I am. Unless you don’t have a heart or any common sense, in which case you’re an Indonesian judge.

I don’t know why I’m writing this post. It feels futile as there is nothing I can do to get her out of prison. But I just couldn’t let it go, and felt a need to tell people about her that don’t know her story. I think everyone should know about her, because the scariest part of what happened to her is that this can happen to ANYONE. And while I cannot get her out of prison, I can write letters and send her care packages. And so can you. You can also join me in signing the petition for her freedom.

I’m not going to forget this woman and I hope no one else does either.

Peace and FREEDOM.

I haven’t been at the computer lately, as I’ve been out living my life and trying not to get arrested for it. (Ha!)

Been doing the usual, hanging out with friends (which naturally involves beer), taking care of my dogs and, of course… working. They’re changing our uniforms, by the way, to bullet-proof thick, long sleeve, black shirts. I expect that when Summer is back and it’s 110 degrees outside, I’ll be passing out like a teenager at a Beatles concert. I’m hot-blooded enough without wrapping me in polyester and baking me like a chicken. The air conditioner can’t keep up with all the running around I do. So hopefully I won’t die of heat stroke or something while I’m trying to remember some lady’s peanut allergy.

Onto the cool part I hinted at with my snappy post title…

I’ve always loved art. I love to sketch/draw and once upon a time I actually wanted to be a commercial artist. I later decided that I didn’t want something I loved to ever be something that stressed me out, or that I didn’t genuinely love doing anymore. So I kept it as a hobby and something that I do to relax. I’m blah blahing again…

I was over at YouTube today (are you shocked? of course you’re not) and was watching videos of drawings being created, using different mediums. It was there that I ran across something that I couldn’t take my eyes off of… It’s a fast-motion drawing of Evangeline Lilly (from Lost) and it so captured my attention that I felt horribly compelled to share it here. So… Here.

I’m off now to get ready to see my girl Jenn at work and have a beer. Or two. Ok three.

Peace and comfy shoes.

Am I the only one totally grossed-out by Carl’s Jr. commercials? I am quite tired of watching people eat sloppy burgers like starving pigs. Is that supposed to be appetizing? Seeing people licking blobs of ketchup off their fingers, while their burgers ooze all over the place, has never made me hungry. And tonight, while over at YouTube, I ran across a video that perfectly illustrates my belief that those ads are nasty and a little vomit-inducing.

Note: Don’t watch this if you’re eating, thinking about eating, have recently eaten, or if your bladder is full.

So today I have a wicked hangover, like I knew I would. And since I lack the energy to do anything even remotely productive, I’m watching VH-1. I’ve been watching it for about an hour and a half now, and I can actually FEEL my IQ dropping, dramatically. Luckily my brain cells are still soaking in Tuaca, so they don’t care.

First there was that Bret Michaels thing, version 2. He’s looking for love, evidently, with a gaggle of alcoholic, beat-down strippers. I was sure that this round would garner him hotter women. I was wrong.

Now there is Web Junk, a show dedicated to the stupidity, and often, hilarity that is online videos. I’ve only been paying half-attention to it, since I’ve been hopping around the Internet. However, one video that I paid attention to made me laugh so hard I scared my dogs. And here it is for your viewing enjoyment… Enjoy.

This never stops making me laugh!