here’s the newest video, the 2nd link … with the other video off Death Magnetic:

The Day That Never Comes

New One:

All Nightmare Long

well, since Shawn hasn’t posted anything for over a month, i thought i would post something interesting =]  it’s also known as ‘the biggest transfer of wealth in history’ we send these people, who hate us and what we stand for, $700 Billion per year.  i know that the price of gasoline has gone down in the last week or so, but this is a great video:

30 Years in 3 Minutes

on a lighter note:

Will Ferrell and the Landlord =]

Good Cop … Baby Cop

Part of my marketing tactic for my business is going to be a search engine (in case you haven’t already noticed). Based on Google’s algorithm, I’m trying to make a family friendly search interface. This will help parents in the local area battle off virus’s from little Billy’s late night fap sessions.

I’ve figured out how to incorporate some of Google’s filters, and surprisingly it worked pretty damn good… almost too good. I keyed in “boobs”, and got denied. “Porn”… denied. XXX, Tits, Fucking…. all denied. But then I tried “Suck”, and it gave me this paid ad….

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Total ’surprise’ was followed by uncontrollable laughter.

Off topic, but funny -

First off, the logo creation for the business is killing me. I’m hitting up some kind folks at a web development site that do these types of things all the time. For now tho, you can see what I have so far at the home page.

Other stuff -

Yesterday, I was driving to work and was slowly making my way up to a school bus, towing a golf cart of all things… on the interstate. My first thought was “That’s kind of odd. A School bus on the interstate THIS early in the morning?”

As I got closer, I noticed that the back of the bus read “Tennessee MLHS”. WTF?!!

Then, while passing the bus, is see written on the side with black spray paint - Hillbilly Hummer

Logged onto Napster, and bought the new Metallica album. It’s actually not to bad this time. It’s gone back to the roots, just slightly, but with that ‘new recording’ flare. Broken, Beat & Scarred is my favorite so far. One thing I thought was odd, was that none of the tracks have Copy Protection… so I’m pretty sure I can just upload these where ever the hell I want. hahahah

Just so you know - This album is absolutely NOTHING like that fagtastic St. Anger. It’s pretty hard. James’ has reached back to his more usual vocal style, though some of his newer style still comes through occassionally, which I don’t really like at all.

Update - All Nightmare Long kicks some ass too… ROCK!!

Other than that, everything’s been pretty good. I like the new job, they seem to love my work, the kids are doing good, getting the business going is exciting, and well… I’ve actually had a pretty good attitude lately.

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Oh god…. that can only mean one thing - Something TERRIBLE is going to happen!

FUCK!!

I talked to the state today about my business app, answered a few simple questions, and that was it! License is in the mail!

Now… much work to be done. I’ve got the domain name registered, which means an ass load of time creating art and content, and since I don’t have any good art tools besides Photoshop 6 (old as all hell), I’m going to be struggling. I really wish I had this software. It kicks ass on multiple levels.. totally.

I think I have a font picked out for the logo.. neat, clean, simple. But I will need everyones help - From time to time, I’m going to post something about changes at the site, and I’ll need some feedback. I’ll take anything from ‘killer’ to ‘total crap’…. ESPECIALLY since I know some of you have very different monitors (Mark’s being the exception… bastard. We all hate you! hahah).

Such as James’ computer. He’s got a widescreen on his laptop, and it screws up the menu at the karaoke site (which needs to be redone anyways). My monitor is standard, so it looks like it should…. wish I would’ve known about that issue before hand.

All in all… things are looking up. Even if I don’t make any money, at least I can say I gave it a shot. And you know what… If it weren’t for all my past experiences in business, I really don’t think I would’ve been ready for my own business until now.

So here’s to the future…

I think I’ve been kicking around the idea for far too long. It’s been a dream of mine to start my own business, and now I think I’m going to get off my keister and actually get the paperwork going. So.. I’ve decided to operate a computer repair business from home.

Why? Well… as usual, I’m starting to get people crawling out of the woodwork asking for computer help again. In fact, just the other day at the gas station, the gal behind the counter got on that subject (long story). So I figure, why send ‘em downtown when I can do the work myself, and make a little side money?

On top of that, I figure I might be able to make a little additional money with some of the skills I picked up at my last job… which I’ll go into much later. In the end, if I can average a lousy $100 a month, I’d be perfectly happy.

However, I face the hurdle that every entrepreneur faces… coming up with a business name. As you know, I’m a numbers kinda guy. ‘Literature’ is just not my thing. Someone once gave me some idea’s but they all revolved around CompuTech and similar variations… but these just kinda fall flat with me. They’ve been done to death. Though, I’ve been in this game practically since the beginning, so for all I know… people still fall for it.

I’m looking for the next level. Something lively, home-like, yet expresses technology. So, with my extremely limited vocabulary, I ran a few terms past a thesaurus. Here’s a list of words I’m considering, not actual names (’cept for a couple). Juggle these terms in your noggin’s, and give me some feedback!

Vivid PC (computing, computers, systems, etc… repeat for each word to find best match, or make up your own)

Play

Freedom

Pure

Prairie Land PC - Technology Simplified

Real

PC’s by Feez

Quicksilver

Venture

Or do you have something better??

The bills are behind a bit, but things are moving in a forward direction once again. Sorry for slacking off on the updates, but work has had me so exhausted that I don’t even want to look at a computer. They tell me I’m doing just fine, but I feel like I could be doing better… Guess I’ll find out more when I have a review in 60 days.

Just got my new mirrors today! They’re bigger than what I expected tho. Maybe that’s a good thing, as the other ones were just a tad tiny, yet looked good. Hopefully these will look ‘alright’.

Musically, everything is falling apart. I feel like things are going to be drifting like this for some time too….

When we were setting up for a karaoke gig for the Corn Palace festival, there was this guy playing guitar, by himself, before we were to go on. He was pretty good, so I gave him my number and told him we were looking for a guitarist.

I asked if he was in a band already, and he said ‘no’, and then went on about his business. Weird… what the hell is with all these stick fucks lately that are extremely good guitarists, but have NO desire to be in a band. WTF?!?! I mean, you spend YEARS honing your skills, only so that you can sit at home geeking out on how good you are??

“Yeah baby, I’m a guitarist. Band? Uh… NO…. I like to play with myself…”

Certainly, I can see where someone is practicing guitar cause they love it, and as a ’side-note’ thinking it’d be pretty cool to have a shot at a band someday. But to out-right make the conscious decision to NOT want to be in a band? FUCK! Did your dad beat you as a kid? Are you so pussy whipped that you won’t consider a shot at one of the most kick ass past times EVER?

For the love of god, pull the fucking cob outa your ass and DO IT!!

For everyone else - If you played a guitar, bass, drums, whatever… and got asked to audition for a band, would YOU give it a shot? Even if it was just for the fun of it?

Well, my first day on the job at Muth Electric went ‘ok’…. somewhat daunting really. It reminded me a lot of my first night at Dakota Pork, where the information was simply overwhelming. If I step back from the processes and view it as a whole, a lot of it is almost identical to what I was doing at the pork plant.

I’m making just a shade less than what I was at Mitchell Manufacturing, but with much greater potential for income improvement. I even have my own office, and get a nameplate on the door… dorky, but kinda cool. So far my boss’s have been very welcoming, and the head honcho for my division happens to be the father of this guy… how cool is that! We chatted about motorcycles a bit today, and I imagine it won’t be the last.

They’re giving me a couple months to prove myself, and though it’s like working for a ‘corporate empire’, it’s nice to be on a winning team for once.

Now that life’s back on track, I should probably start getting back into music again…. been ditching it the last few weeks for obvious reasons.

Two words…

KICK ASS!!!!!!

I’m still a bit tired as I write this, so the guys might have add anything I missed. Sorry for no pictures, but I just didn’t feel like running around playing Photographer.

The road out there was a bit rougher than expected, but I think our hunger for a good time washed away the pain in our muscles and the stinging sensation on our burnt faces, shortly after we rolled into Marks place (thanks AGAIN Mark, for letting us crash at your place… you have NO idea how much that helped).

We wasted no time…. a quick shower, a change of clothes, and we hit the ground running. First, we ate at Mustang Sally’s. Food was good, waitresses were smokin’ hot, and a cold beer never felt so good. Speaking of beer - we tried the Polygamy Porter and it was the nastiest beer that’s ever crossed these lips. We then slipped down to the Star for some blackjack. I came out 15 bucked ahead, and James more than doubled his money. Maybe I would’ve done better had I practiced before leaving, or looking up some quick tips. Didn’t matter tho… still came out ahead, and had a good time. Beer was free too! After that we went to Saloon 10 and it was packed. Heck… the entire town of Deadwood was packed. Drinks were over priced (just like everywhere else on that side of the state during this time), but we had fun. Mark, trying to be the good sport he is, got us all a shot of Comfort. I think I was yelling for 5 minutes trying to fight back the urge to throw up all over the place…. terrible gag/tolerance for hard liquor. Didn’t matter tho, we had a great time.

Next day, Mark couldn’t get out of work, so James and I made a run for Sturgis to see what all the hype was about. Needless to say, Stugis itself wasn’t all that great. There’s what seemed to be a mile long stretch, on two streets, with nothing but vendors hocking their wares. And since each ‘hock tent’ was nothing more than 20 foot wide (on average), it was nothing more than T-Shirts and food for as far as you could see. Sure, there were a couple places that had something good, but you had to make an effort to find them… sad.

While in Sturgis, James got me my first bell. It’s got some spider web and a spider on it. It really kicks ass, and can’t wait to get it on the bike! My first bell… YEAH! Probably gunna need it too. That link is the best description I could find online, without me repeating the whole thing… but it’s written kind of odd… like by someone that’s NOT a biker.

Anyways, we were looking for a t-shirt too (sort of a ‘must have’ for every biker coming through). But despite 2,000 fricking shops, we only found ONE that had something worth buying. Totally unique stuff, and we walked out with an arm full a piece. Yes… in that store we were like a couple of fricking women, shopping away. By the time I pulled out my wad for the third time, I realized I had better get the heck outa there.

Then, after walking for about 2 miles trying to find a certain store, we gave up the day at Sturgis and headed back to Deadwood. Mark got off work early, and we headed towards Rapid to find… uh… a ‘bar’. Damn… spent quite a bit of cash there too, but it was well worth it. hahahah

Over the next couple days, we rode like hell and drank anything we could get our hands on. But the pinnacle party spot of ‘em all, was the Full Throttle Saloon. Hands down - Best Bar EVER!! Seriously, if I could live there I would. Hard rock, beer in a bottle (hard to find this time of year), hot waitress’s, and the occasional tittle could be seen if you looked over here… or there, or just about anywhere. I WANNA GO BACK!!!! The place was the size of a Walmart. They had two stages for bands, and both were occupied. Saliva put on a damn good show, but I don’t know who the other band was. We didn’t hang out over at that end. James and I battled it out on Joust…. I won 2 out of 3, but that’s only cause James’ poor leg was all f’ed up. It was like fighting a one legged man, drunk.

On the last day, we went for an epic ride. The mother of all rides known to man (or at least to me). We rode over to Custer State Park and went down Needles and Iron Mountain Road (the map don’t show it, but it’s 87 and 16). I almost feel bad for not taking Erin, as she (or any woman for that matter) would have loved going down those roads. Sure, driving it is a total epic win, but you’re also watching out for other riders, handling the turns, etc… doing all the things that make the ride physically possible. If you’re a passenger tho, you get ALL the experience without worrying about anything. So, maybe next year, some other time in summer, Erin and I will go out there for a weekend alone, camp, and ride around.

Finally, we head back to Marks’ and skid on over to Rapid to see the new Batman movie. We ultimately decided not to party cause we had to leave early the next day, and we were getting burned out. I seriously don’t think I did that much partying before, even when I was younger.

The next day we headed back home. Terrible and Painful are just a couple choice words that describe THAT ride. We took 44 in, and the badlands area was bumpy as all heck. I even flew off the seat a couple times. Note to Mark - Do NOT ride at 90mph if you come that way on your bike. You WILL crash…. seriously.

After the badlands, the roads weren’t too bad, but we were so exhausted that every pit stop felt like heaven… despite the fact that we had to peal our busted asses off the bikes. By the time I got home, every single muscle in my body hurt, and my face was burnt to the point of needing medical attention. Thank god my wife’s a nurse… if she’s not too mad at me for taking this trip, then maybe she’ll spoil me all day tomorrow.

Other than coming home, the whole trip was a complete success, everyone lived to talk about it, and I already have some notes for next year….

1) Sunscreen. SPF 1,000,000.

2) Windshield. Bugs were kicking my ass.

3) New seat. My butt feels like hamburger.

4) More money for the… uh… ‘bar’.

It was an absolute killer time, and wouldn’t think twice about doing it all again!

Over the past week I’ve had plenty of time to dissect my current position in life, my family that relies on me, and personal happiness. On one hand, I can choose to to be another cog in the machine. On the other, infinite possibilities.

Becoming a working stiff just means facing the same trials I’ve had for the past ten years. Although, it offers a sense of security for home life…. despite the fact that ’security’ can be an illusion, which was proven here recently.

Doing what I want means having personal happiness, but potentially costing me my family. After all… it wouldn’t be their fault if we lost everything we worked for.

Just by chance, would it all work out in the end? Usually it does, and if you’ve seen some of the video’s i’ve seen lately, people make life sound like it’s an incredible journey where you can do absolutely anything you want. Of course… there should be a disclaimer on these videos that state - “The people presented here, though telling the truth, grew up with silver spoons in their mouths… so if your poor…. then we can’t help you.”

Honestly, one of the people in an interview was Joe Blow such-n-such… and underneath his name was his ‘title’, otherwise known as ‘job description’ - Theologian.

WTF?!?! How the hell do you get paid to come up with theories? That’s gotta be the BEST job in the world, hands down. A job where you can just come up with random shit about things, and if your wrong, you STILL get a check! I guess it’s true - Bullshit sells, and thats the real point behind going to college.

Anyways, I’ve been contemplating telling Erin that I wanna start a business or write music and I already know she’ll support that… that’s just the kind of person she is. However, it’s a huge risk and the damages will directly affect the kids, which just isn’t fair.

Side note - Coincidentally, I’ve been running into a lot of instances lately that’s led me to this crossroad. Like the movies… they just popped on my computer or landed on the kitchen table, just by shear chance. Getting fired, and my boss telling me “security is an illusion and you shouldn’t worry about it”. Several forms of potential business ideas (whether they be selling traditional products or writing music) have quite literally landed in my lap…. and NOT in a ‘Start your own business!!!’ type of garbage advertisement.

So, if there is a god, he’s either….

A) Trying his damnedest to tell me something, short of physically appearing before me.

or…

B) Setting me up for the kill