Tracking the Vampire

Posted by Wicasta on Aug 27 2008 | Comment now »

I spent most of the day tracking a vampire named Crewe. Believe it or not, that’s not an easy thing to do.

I first found him in Veliky Novgorod, Russia, in 1570. He was born in 1554, but became a vampire in 1570. He was “brought over” by the Oprichnik, an elite military force of vampires who served as bodyguards for Ivan the Terrible, during Ivan’s conquest of Novgorod; most notably as part of the infamous Novgorod Incident, during which 2,500 to 12,000 people were put to death.

Crewe’s entire family was put to death, and he was put under the care of an uncle, who was charged with seeing him safely delivered to Moscow to begin his training as a member of the Oprichnik (their vampire enclave was based in Moscow). Once there, the Oprichnik became his family, and he never saw his uncle or any other family member again.

He served faithfully in the Oprichnik until the death of Ivan the Terrible in 1584, when Russia began to unravel under the rule of Feodor and Boris Godunov. After that, he served in the general Russian military during the Time of Troubles and was finally compelled to leave Russia in part because of the Russian famine of 1601-1603 (during which perhaps 100,000 died in Moscow).

He wandered for a decade, traveling across the country and surviving by preying upon other travelers, but eventually found his way into Romania in 1614 just after the rise of Gabriel Bethlen.  He settled in the city of Sibiu, located on the Cibin River in the Principality of Transylvania, when he discovered a small enclave of vampires there who, like him, were drawn to Sibiu’s thriving economy (and the easy prey of the people who were drawn there). He served as a mercenary in Bethlen’s armies, and fought in the campaigns against Royal Hungary, and then served under a rapid succession of other rulers through the better part of the remainder of the century.

With the rise of Peter the Great, he returned to Russia and accepted a commission as a cavalry officer. He served in various capacites and various military units (and under various names and guises) throughout Peter’s campaigns until Peter’s death in 1725, after which he returned to civilian life in Saint Petersburg (which Peter had made the capital of Russia in 1712). He returned to military life with the rise of Catherine the Great, and again served in various functions and under various guises, serving throughout her reign and under that of her successor, Alexander I.

During Napoleon’s invasion of Russia in 1812, he served as a cavalry officer in the Battle of Borodino (which is generally considered to be the largest and bloodiest single-day action of the Napoleonic Wars, involving more than 250,000 troops and resulted in at least 70,000 total casualties). After the fall of Moscow, after which Napoleon’s victory was turned into a defeat by the Russian winter and the lack of provisions found due to the Russian’s scorched-Earth policy, Crewe was among the Russian troops who pursued Napoleon’s army through Central and Western Europe and to the gates of Paris itself. He fought in the Russian army as part of the War of the Sixth Coalition, which eventually lead to Napoleon’s defeat in 1814.

After Napoleon’s defeat, Crewe chose to remain in France, sick of fighting and military life, and hoping to enjoy the promise of a new life in Paris. He enjoyed the decadent life in Paris for over twenty years, as part of a thriving vampire sub-culture, but was forced to leave Paris when the group was discovered by French authorities and targeted for elimination by the French military. Adopting yet another persona, he slipped the hands of the authorities by joining the French navy, and was happy to be dispatched to Mexico to fight in the brief Pastry War. He was involved in Rear Admiral Charles Baudin’s efforts to seize the port of Veracruz and the eventual capture of virtually the entire Mexican Navy by December 1838.

When French troops were withdrawn, Crewe deserted the French navy and remained in Mexico near Veracruz, where he was eventually arrested on suspicion of being a French spy. He was ordered sent to the capital city, and along the way befriended his captors about military matters and Mexico’s struggle with the breakaway territory of Texas and the United States. His captors spoke on his behalf upon arriving in the capital city, and, through a succession of introductions, he was eventually befriended by President Santa Anna himself, who, impressed by the stranger’s obvious military knowledge, offered him a commission in the Mexican military as a cavalry officer. Crewe accepted.

He proved himself by helping to suppress a rebel army led by Generals Jose Urrea and José Antonio Mexía, which was crushed in Puebla, by an army commanded by the president himself. In 1842 he was ordered to take part in Santa Anna’s ill-fated military expedition into Texas, helping to lead a Mexican force of almost 1,000, under General Adrian Woll, to San Antonio, where they took control of the city with minimal resistance from the Texans. He took part in a sub-action of this battle on September 11, 1842, helping to defeat a company of 54 Texans under the command of Nicholas Mosby Dawson. This part of the battle has become known as the Dawson Massacre, and is part of the lore of the state of Texas. The larger battle, however, was lost, and the Mexican forces were forced to retreat to San Antonio, and back across the Rio Grande shortly after that.

Crewe did not return to Mexico, but remained in Texas, determined to enjoy a life outside of the military in the vicinity of San Antonio. He became a defacto citizen of the United States when Texas was admitted to the American union in 1845, but determined that he would not fight against his former Mexican comrades in their war with the United States (feeling that the United States was in the wrong in their conquest of Mexican lands). Instead he headed north, feeling that his European sensibilities were ill-equipped to deal with the rought-and-tumble nature of life in San Antonio, and eventually made his way to Dallas.

Crewe remained in Dallas, again enjoying the anonymity of a city and the feeding possibilities it represents, until the beginning of the American Civil War. About the time the Civil War started, he was again forced to avoid the inconvenient inquiries into the number of deaths around or near him, and enlisted in the Confederate Army on April 1, 1863. He was assigned to the 1st Battalion Texas Sharpshooters, Company B, commanded by Major James Burnett, and served with the 1st Battalion through many of its major battles until August, 1864, when, tiring of the life of an infantry soldier, he deserted and went in search of a more interesting function.

Crewe managed to get himself attached to Forrest’s Tennessee Cavalry Battalion, under General Nathan Bedford Forrest, and served in that capacity through Forrest’s subsequent campaigns, beginning with the infamous raid on Memphis (known as the Second Battle of Memphis), until the end, when, after the disastrous Confederate defeat during the Battle of Nashville, Forrest was defeated in the Battle of Selma in Alabama. Following the defeat of the Battle of Selma, considering the war essentially over for the Confederacy, Crewe again deserted. Nathan Bedford Forrest would surrender a month later upon hearing of the surrender of Robert E. Lee, proving Crewe’s assumptions to be correct.

After leaving military service in April, 1865, Crewe wandered south from Selma, Alabama, eventually winding up in Pensacola, Florida six years later. He took a job working in the ports, but generally spent the next several decades moving from one place to another, enjoying life near the beaches (which he’d never really encountered before) and staying one step ahead of the stories of dead bodies, slowly migrating his way down Florida’s western coast.

Crewe made his way into the Tampa Bay area. While there he heard of local efforts to name a community Saint Petersburg (after Saint Petersburg, Russia) and this amused him greatly. But he liked the area, and by the time Saint Petersburg was incorporated on February 29, 1892, Crewe was already a resident. He had no intention of remaining in the area, but then discovered that there was a small community of vampires there. He concluded that perhaps he should remain for a time and see what developed.

Crewe forged a partnership with a popular vampire named Alexey Dementyev, who was also a Russian in his youth. Together they formed an organization they formally called The Enclave, but which they privately called the Oprichniki. The Enclave was formed for no other reason than to assure mutual protection and give vampires a safe-haven where they could exist without fear of discovery. To ensure the group’s survivability, a set of rules, or code of ethics, were put into place, which members had to agree to be bound by in order to attain membership. This promised mutual defense, but it all ensured that most disagreements would be resolved through intermediaries instead of outright hostility and violence.

50 Questions

Posted by Wicasta on Aug 21 2008 | Comment now »

1) Favorite object in your room?
An Alembic Spoiler bass guitar.

2) Have you ever smoked heroin?
Nope. And I don’t care if you have pictures. Who’re you going to believe? Me, or your lying eyes?

3) Do you own guns?
I have a water pistol that I terrorize the cats with.

4) What flavor do you add to your drink at sonic?
What’s a sonic?

5) Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?
Nope. I mostly get annoyed because I’m usually waiting well past my appointment to go in and pay someone a lot of money to tell me there’s really nothing wrong with me.

6) What do you think of hot dogs?
Good weapons. You can confuse your enemy by flinging hot dogs at them. They’ll never see that coming.

Okay, okay. I like hot dogs. I think it’s funny that the same people who cringe at hot dogs and “whatever they put in them” are the same people who eat squid at fancy restaurants.

7) Favorite song?
That changes weekly. But the only song that WILL NOT be turned off if it comes on the radio is Kashmir by Led Zeppelin.

8) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Liquid.

9) Can you do push ups?
Yeah. I did two the other day. Been having trouble with my shoulder ever since.

10) Can you do a chin up?
I haven’t found a bar that I can’t tear down by trying to do a chin-up. Find me a sturdy bar and we’ll find out if I can do a chin-up.

11) What’s your favorite piece of jewelry?
A pentacle necklace that I got at the Ren Faire in Charlotte, NC, in 1997.

12) Do you like blue cheese?
Blue cheese is an experiment gone horribly awry.

13) Ever been in a car wreck?
Yes. A couple, actually. None were my fault. Really.

15) What’s one trait that you hate about yourself?
I hate myself for hating myself. Actually, I’m a terrible procrastinator.

16) Middle name?
I have two. Robert and Wicasta.

17) Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment.
I should be doing something productive instead of filling out these damned questions.
A corn beef hash sandwich is better without the mustard.
Why is there no rum?

18) Name 3 things you bought yesterday?
Hah! You have to have money to buy things. I could name three things I would have liked to have bought yesterday.

19) Name 3 drinks you drink regularly?
Dite-Rite cola, Diet A&W root beer, and water (if that counts as a drink).

20) Current worry?
Money, as always. As in, “why doesn’t someone call me back?” in my job hunt.

21) Current hate right now?
I hate haters. And Conservatives. Well, not really, but they’re sort of the same thing. I don’t really hate anybody, but I think we’d be better off if some people were executed.

23) How did you ring in the New Year?
You ask me that now? I think we watched a bunch of C-list musical artists cashing in their New Year’s bonus checks.

24) Where would you like to be right now?
On stage in a dark club, making music with friends.

26) Do you own slippers?
The closest thing I have to slippers are Gladiator looking sandals.

27) What shirt are you wearing?
I’m wearing a white t-shirt which says “I Know Jack Schitt”, and explains the Schitt family genealogy on the back.

28) Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?
Nope. Satin sheets are for making love. And when you’re done, you take them off and put on the cotton sheets so you don’t wind up in the floor during the night.

29) Can you whistle?
Technically. But not very well.

31) Would you be a pirate?
Of course. I live in the Tampa Bay area in Florida. There are pirates and pirate wenches everywhere. And we have a pirate invasion every year.

32) What songs do you sing in the shower?
I don’t sing in the shower. Someone might hear. I hum a lot, though.

33) Favorite girl’s name?
Mistress? I don’t really have one. If I have to pick one, though, I’d say “Victoria”.

34) Favorite boy’s name?
Luther. I don’t know why.

35) What’s in your pockets right now?
Why don’t you reach in and find out?

36) Last thing that made you laugh?
A guy’s head bouncing down the steps in the movie Apocalyptico.

37) Best bed sheets as a child?
What do you mean? Do some children sleep without bed sheets? If you’re asking if I had Popeye sheets or something, I didn’t. At best, I sort of remember that I had some Carolina blue sheets at one point.

38) Worst injury you’ve ever had?
Smashed my left knee on a boulder once.

39) Do you love where you live?
Yup. I love living four miles from the gates to Hell and being in danger of bursting into flames at any moment. And what’s with the lizards? There are lizards everywhere doing push-ups. I don’t get it.

Actually, I love this area. Beautiful beaches are within a drive in any direction. Downtown Saint Petersburg is quirky and eclectic in ways that developers can’t plan. There’s a great music scene. To borrow someone else’s words, it’s a good-sized city with a small town feel.

40) How many TVs do you have in your house?
3. Although the 50″ plasma TV could probably count as two.

41) Who is your loudest friend?
Gary Ramsey

42) How many dogs do you have?
I don’t have a dog, but my girlfriend lets me claim her dog, Dali. So I have 1 loaner dog.

43) Does someone have a crush on you?
My girlfriend claims to. But I think she sometimes considers that a mixed blessing.

45) What is your favorite movie?
Apocalypse Now, if I could only pick one. But The Lord of The Rings series ranks right up there.

46) What is your favorite sports team?
Oakland Raiders

47) this is the non exsistent question….take this time to take a deep breath and be thankful for life
Okay. Done. Shall we hug now? And what’s up with your spelling?

48) Where is the next place you want to travel to?
The bathroom.

49) What were you doing 12 AM last night?
Sitting on the couch waiting for the queasiness to pass.

50) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
Oh, shit! I overslept again.

By the way, I noticed along the way that questions 14, 25 and 30 are missing. Shouldn’t we stop with all this pointless stuff and put together a search party?

Million Dollar Award

Posted by Wicasta on Aug 20 2008 | Comment now »

Hey, I won a million dollars. And ya’ll say there is no Santa Claus. Haters!

This was actually a quite good scam. Unless you check it out, of course. Then you find out that Webster Dixon has a web site at www.websterdixon.com, but for some reason is using a UK Yahoo! address; dixonwebster@yahoo.co.uk. Hmmm. That’s odd.

The funniest part is at the bottom, where it says “Sent via the WebMail system at customlh.com.” That’s the web site for a company called Custom Lighting and Hardware in Houston, Texas. So apparently one is to believe that Webster Dixon, a law firm based in London, is routing its e-mail through a lighting store in Houston, Texas. Call me weird, but I think that’s funny!

Anyway, here’s the e-mail.

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Webster Dixon LLP
Fourth Floor
Thavies Inn House
3-4 Holborn Circus
London EC1N 2HA

Dear Client,

we have been awaiting your establishing contact with us as regards transfer of your funds amounting $1,000,000. 00 USD.

The Vape Foundation Via Gramsci, 41 40050 Funo (Bologna) Italy website: http://www.vapefoundation.org/, a foundation working in Conjunction With The Economic Community For West African States, United Nations Organization And The European Union, who came to our chambers last week to hand your cheque to us.

The objective is to make a notable change in the standard of living of people all around the universe (from America to Europe, Asia to Africa and all around). the Vape Foundation has been assured of highest organization standard courtesy of the United Nations.

Based on the random selection exercise of internet websites and millions of supermarket cash invoices worldwide, you were selected among the lucky recipients to receive the award sum of $1,000,000.00 (One Million United States Dollars) As Charity Donations/aid from the Vape Foundation, ECOWAS, EU and the UN in accordance with the enabling act of parliament. (Note that all beneficiaries email addresses were selected randomly from over 100,000 internet websites or a shop’s cash invoice around your area in which you might have purchased something from).

They already made provision for our services and settled all bills of litigation. They did not specify when you shall be making contact and for a fact we expected you to have contacted us via mail to confirm our possessing your cheque.

All you need to do right now to proceed is reconfirm your contact co-ordinates - full names, address, country and most important your phone number.

Full names:
Address:
State:
Zip:
Country:
Sex:
Age:
Occupation:
E-mail address:
Telephone number:

Reply us with the afore-requested details. We will have to send Vape Foundation a mail to the effect that you have made contact regarding the cheque the left you.

Regards

Ms. Mary King
Secretary
Webster Dixon LLP

DISCLAIMER: This message is for the designated recipient only and may contain privileged, proprietary, or otherwise private information. If you have received it in error, please notify the sender immediately and delete the original. Any other use of this e-mail by you is prohibited.

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Sent via the WebMail system at customlh.com

Tropical Storm Fay

Posted by Wicasta on Aug 19 2008 | Comment now »

I figured I should jot down a few notes so folks can stop worrying so much about us down here in Saint Petersburg. The last track of tropical storm Fay that I saw shows it cutting across Florida heading toward the east coast. That puts it southeast of us here in the Tampa Bay area. So we’ll probably get some wind and some rain, but we’re not going to get hammered or anything.

Thanks to those who wrote me expressing concern. This is a new thing for me (this whole hurricane and imminent death scenario), so I’m not quite sure how to respond to concerned friends and relatives. Victoria is an old hand at it, I imagine. But I’m still scratching my head. Looking out of the window right now, it’s a little windy, but there’s no rain. At least not yet. That could change, of course. I suppose I’m still enjoying that newbie naivete, in that I’m not yet intimidated and worried about a tropical storm potentially coming in my direction. I haven’t experienced a hurricane first-hand yet, so I am not afraid. Or, better yet, “I ain’t skeered!”

Actually, I think my friends and relatives up north are more worried than I am. But then, I’ve never been one to worry about stuff until I have something to worry about. Hell, when I have something to worry about, most of the time I still don’t worry about it. You do what you have to do when you have to do it. Simple as that. Having only tentative connections to reality also helps a bit in that regard.

I’m meandering. I just wanted to tell everyone that we’re fine down here in Saint Petersburg. Nothing much is going on here. At least not yet. What you see on the news is mostly from Key West, I think. Like that idjit who decided it was a good idea to kite surf during Fay and got hammered into the side of a building. Someone called that adventure a “self correcting problem”.

Anyway, just for those who might not know, Saint Petersburg is in the Tampa Bay area on the west coast of Florida, about halfway up. Click here to check out a Florida map with the storm overlay (St. Pete is just south of Tampa). Or if you prefer, here’s a general Florida map with St. Pete tagged. So if you’re prone to worry (that means you, Mama), there’s not much to worry about at the moment. But thanks for worrying.

Tell Atkins to Kiss My Ass

Posted by Wicasta on Aug 17 2008 | Comment now »

I think I sort of decided to go in a different direction, in regard to losing weight and all. I just can’t do Atkins anymore. Now, don’t get me wrong. Atkins works. I lost 50 pounds on Atkins once. And like a bunch of other people, I put that weight right back on. Unlike those other people, though, I don’t have a problem with telling you that I gained that weight back by eating a bunch of junk.

The problem with Atkins now is that I’ve ground out weight loss before on Atkins, and I’ll tell anybody that it works. But I’m burned out on it. I can’t stay on that program at all. Not for any length of time. I mean, hell, I’ve been eating the same old same old for almost three years now. And it’s not working for me anymore, because I just can’t stay on it. I’m sick of it.

There are a number of ways to lose weight. We all know what they are. As much as we might like there to be some magic pill or special diet, the fact of the matter is that it comes down to limiting your caloric intake and exercising. Believe it or not, that’s exactly what I have in mind. Not dieting. Just eating healthy for once in my life.

To that end, Victoria and I took a trip to a health food store near the house called Rollin’ Oats. I liked the place the moment I walked in the door. It has a great energy. What that is I can’t exactly say, but I really liked the place. We went there because I wanted to buy some tofu to experiment with. I’ve honestly considered vegetarianism. Or least taking a few steps in that direction. I know, I know. Going from Atkins to vegetarianism is a bit of a contrast, but I like contrast. So there.

I also bought a bottle of beer called Old Heathen Imperial Stout. How could I possibly pass up a dark beer called “Old Heathen”? It was pretty good, too. I won’t get into all the snoot-speak about what kind of finish it had or anything. It was a dark beer with a nice, very interesting flavor. I’m sure I’ll be buying it again.

Yeah, yeah. I know. I bought tofu and beer and the same time. That means I’m eclectic or something. At least this time I’m not sitting on my Soloflex drinking beer and smoking a cigarette.

Mssrs Peeler and Kowalski

Posted by Wicasta on Aug 15 2008 | Comment now »

I’ve had two numbers for weeks that I’ve meant to call, and I finally wrote both down on a piece of paper, figuring that if the numbers are laying around on a desk or something, I’d be more likely to remember to call them.

One is the home number for Mike Peeler. He’s a drummer I jammed with some way back in the early 1990’s. I lost touch with him around 1998. I figured it was about time to ferret him out. I’ve searched the Internet for him off and on through the years, but never found much of anything. Mike has never seemed interested in the Internet. So no web page. No e-mail address that I know of. No pages on JamWave or BandMix. But he popped up on a web page for a couple of musicians called KT & Aaron, apparently playing drums with them on occasion. I wrote KT & Aaron and asked them if Mike had an e-mail address. After awhile, KT wrote back and told me he didn’t have one she knew about, but promised she’d mention me to Mike and see if she could get his phone number. A few weeks later she sent me his phone number. So whether he’s prepared or not, I now have Mike’s phone number.

I figure Mike is safe from my crazy schemes. He lives in North Carolina and I live in Florida, after all. I just always liked the guy, and thought it’d be nice to stay in touch. He’s one of the best drummers I ever played with. If some of my projects ever get off of the ground, I wouldn’t mind throwing some studio work Mike’s way.

The other prominent musician in my thoughts these days is Paul Kowalski. I’ve never actually met Paul. He’s a musician who wrote me because of my BandMix page, and we’ve been threatening to hook up and jam ever since. We haven’t yet mostly because of my rotted brain. I’ve meant to call him nearly every night over the last couple of weeks, and I never think of it until it’s too late to call. I don’t know why. I usually think about calling him in the afternoon and figure I’ll call him later in the evening, but then I forget. He might think I’m some kind of nut by now, but I fully intend to hook up with him. It’ll be nice to have someone down here to jam with.

Paul mentioned that he “spent about 2 years dissecting early atonal Phish tunes”. That bodes well. Most guitar players don’t know how to deal with me. They expect someone who’ll stand behind them and play a supporting role. Then they meet me. I’ve never thought of the role of bassist to be subservient to guitar. I figure if the guitar player isn’t doing his job, my job is to fill in the cracks, and I’ll run circles around a guitar player if he can’t keep up. That’s not bragging or anything. That’s just been my experience. I’ve listened to too much Stanley Clarke, Jaco Pastorius, Rush and Primus to think that it’s a critical disaster if the guitar player’s amp stops working in the middle of a gig. The guitar player’s amp is out? Cool! Bass solo!

I’m looking forward to jamming with Paul. I have a feeling that he’s a bit of a weirdo musically. Especially if he’s dissected some of the weirder Phish tunes. It’ll be fun to see what kind of noise we can come up with. Assuming I ever remember to call him, that is.

Cell Phones & Popcorn

Posted by Wicasta on Aug 15 2008 | Comment now »

The latest e-mail spam making the rounds is about the video which apparently shows some young folks placing an array of a couple of cellphones around a few kernels of popcorn, then calling those cellphones and watching the kernels pop from the energy coming off of those cellphones. Needless to say, something like that gets people’s attention. And since most people never check this sort of thing out, I decided to set aside 30 seconds from my busy day and look it up.

First, for reference, you can find the video in question here. Check it out and come back here for some de-bunking.

Or, basically, you can just take my word for it. It’s bullshit. A cellphone doesn’t generate enough energy to pop a damned popcorn kernel. Microwave ovens run around 1,000 watts and it still takes them about 30 seconds to start popping the first kernels of popcorn, and a few minutes to pop a bag. Cellphones tend to run in the 200 milliwatt range (that’s a tiny amount of energy). There’s no way in hell even an array of a couple of cellphones could pop a few popcorn kernels.

Don’t believe me? Then mosey over and read this article on Yahoo! Tech titled … wait for it …

Headset maker comes clean .. phone + popcorn gag.

I’ll save you a trip. It turns out it’s all a viral marketing stunt  from Bluetooth headset maker Cardo. I imagine would like you to then start thinking about buying a Bluetooth headset … ideally one of its models. Now Cardo’s come clean. Possibly because of the panicked responses some viewers had of the video.

In a recent statement the company said, “The ‘cell phone and popcorn popping campaign’ is completely untrue and a joke. It has been seen by over 4.1 million users already and has become a sort of global urban legend as it continues to be tried throughout the world.”

Believe me, folks. If cellphones could emit enough energy to almost instantly pop a kernel of popcorn, every time you put the damned thing to your head you’d feel intense pain. Come on. Think about it. Your microwave takes five minutes to pop a bag of popcorn, but your cellphone can do it instantly? Work with me here.

I’m not saying that cellphones aren’t potentially dangerous. Human beings are essentially electrical devices. All of our functions, from muscle movement to organ functions to higher brain functions are caused by electricl impulses. We’re subject to the energy fields around us (I still remember the severe recurring headaches and occasionaly nose bleeds I got during the year I lived across the street from a telephone company’s relay station). So while cellphones won’t cook popcorn, it can’t be healthy to have those devices connected to the side of your head all day long. Especially not over ten or twenty years.

But that’s another issue entirely, isn’t it?

For now, your brain is safe from getting instantly fried from your cellphone. Although now that I think of it, if cellphones can cause brain damage, it would explain the rise of the radical right conservatives in the late 1980’s and 1990’s. Hmm. Increased cellphone use coincided with increased right wing fascism. Maybe there’s a case to be made here after all. I’ve always thought that someone had to be brain damaged to be a right-wing Conservative. Have we found the source at last?

A Different Kind of Hiker

Posted by Wicasta on Aug 15 2008 | Comment now »

I just completed an exhaustive application for Penske truck rentals. I applied for the job of Hiker. That would mean I’d be one of the guys who moves around equipment to different locations. It’d be a cool driving job that wouldn’t keep me away from home, and it’d beat the hell out of becoming a drone in a warehouse (not that I’ve gotten any nibbles in that area anyway).

I don’t know why, but I gave these people my employment history going back to 1984. Yes. I’m that old. The only jobs that count, really, are the driving jobs I’ve had since 1999. Every other place I ever worked has gone out of business.

That’s what caused me problems in 1998 when Mara and I moved to Ware Shoals, SC. Every place I’d ever worked had gone out of business. So there I was at 33 years old, with no verifiable work history. Who the hell was going to hire me? I finally wound up going through an employment agency and working for peanuts. Staying perpetually close to starvation is one of the things that nudged me into CDL training and becoming a truck driver. Basically, I had to start over.

That’s the frustrating thing for me here in Saint Petersburg. Thanks to that bogus speeding ticket that I, like an idiot, did not challenge, I am now unemployable as a truck driver. That was fine for me at the time. I was sick of truck driving, and tired of being a ghost in a box that just wandered around the country. I didn’t take the time to consider what I might do instead. So now I’m down here in Florida, I can’t get a truck driving job, and I have no verifiable work history except for the truck driving. Hehe. Am I a dumbass, or what?

Well, hopefully Penske will give me a nod. Or at least talk to me. I’m a nice guy. Really. It’s amazing to me that if you’re 42 years old, a high school dropout with no verifiable work history other than eight years of truck driving, with a speeding ticket on your record that prevents you from being a truck driver, that you can’t find a job. I mean … geez, people. What do they want from me?

Please note amused sarcasm. I realize what my situation is. I just don’t know what to do to resolve it. I haven’t received a nibble from any of the job applications I’ve submitted. I’m very close to calling an employment agency and submitting myself to the degradation of taking whatever peanuts they might be willing to toss my way.

Anyone know where I can get a job playing a bass guitar? That’s really the only remaining skill that I have, ya know. But I’m damned good at it!

Rainy Day, Dream Away

Posted by Wicasta on Aug 13 2008 | Comment now »

Sitting in the den listening to the rain, and watching the power flicker. Sabella is laying on the footstool, alternating between cleaning herself and staring at me. All the other critters have taken turns wandering through. With five cats and a dog here, it sometimes feels like watching the migrating herds on the Serengeti.

I’m taking a short break. I defied my headache and started working on So Long John. I rendered all of the guitar tracks because I was running four copies of the Amplitube 2 amp software. Rendering those tracks to audio free up the computer from that intensive processing (which made the computer very happy). I also nailed down some of the missing drum parts. I’m rather pleased with the way the song is shaping up. Right now I’m letting my room cool down. I would wind up in the hottest part of the house with a monster computer that runs hot all the time. I’m hoping I pulled off my last save. Otherwise I lost some of my work when the computer over-heated and locked up.

I’m looking forward to being done with this song. Mostly because I have a far more ambitious project waiting in the queue. More on that later.

I don’t know why I’m writing this. I guess when the computer is turned off I don’t quite know what to do with myself. I guess I should go back in there and re-boot the computer to find out if I lost anything. The rain is making me sleepy. If I don’t do something soon I’ll be fast asleep.

Sabella is sleepy, too. But she’s fascinated by the sound of my pencil moving across the paper. So every time I look up she’s watching me through sleepy, squinted eyes. That’s doing nothing to keep me awake, either. Although every time it thunders, Dali (a good-sized Australian shepherd) tries to get in my lap. So she seems determined that I’m not going to doze off.

Helping the Nether Drakes

Posted by Wicasta on Aug 12 2008 | Comment now »

2001 FloodVictoria and I played World of Warcraft for a bit tonight. Now that both of our main characters are level 70 (the top level in WoW), we decided to start a quest series that might eventually see us getting flying mounts called Nether Drakes (which are sort of like dragons). This will also allow us to start running some daily quests which are supposed to make us some good coin. Now that we’re 70, we don’t get experience anymore, so the quests we do pay extra gold (which we’ll need for the ubah armor and weapons).

We had a blast doing these quests. Basically, we were helping out the Nether Drakes. It’s very cool to be helping out dragons. Plus, the novelty of having our flying mounts hasn’t worn off yet, so we can just have fun flying around.

We did some battlegrounds over the weekend. If you win on a battleground you have a chance of winning a Chinese dragon looking pet (which Victoria wants really bad). So I imagine the next time we marathon World of Warcraft we’re going to see a lot of battleground action.