Scott’s Blog Experience

Here in the Common Wealth of Virgina the week, and let me tell you, traffic is a nightmare in the Ol Colony once you get here. It takes about 13 or so hours to get Fairfax from Peoria. On the way here thought I was gonna have to put on my snow shoes. Snowed like a bitch. But down in the Valley, it’s much better.

Gonna hike in the Shenandoah National Park this weekend. There is a tough hike up a 3,200ft Mountain called “Old Rag Mountain”. It has some of the best views around. I am going to be doing a live trail report on thebackpacker.tv (testing some GPS stuff). Saturday morning (Nov, 22) at 9:00 am I will start reporting live on the Mountain…I think…I hope. There was a Bear sighting just last week on that same trail. YIKES!!!

Anywhoo, it’s cool to be here. Very close to Washington D.C so I may just get in there and help Congress out. HA! OR, get escorted out of Congress for being a security risk, could go either way. Soooo, hello all my hundreds, 3 people that read my blog site.

Later

So a friend mentioned to me the other day that on December 21st, 2012 is doomsday. I said “Really”? “How do you know that?. She explained that the Mayans had a very precise understanding of our solar system’s cycles and believed that these cycles coincided with our spiritual and collective consciousness. The most significant of which has much to do with the 2012 prophecies. The Mayans prophesied that from 1999 we have 13 years to realize the changes in our conscious attitude to stray from the path of self-destruction and instead move onto a path that opens our consciousness to integrate us with all that exists. I was like “Whoa”!

So, having said that, the thought came to me; Wow, just four years. Should I be good and behave in an adult, caring, loving way in the next four years? Should I pray and ask for forgiveness? Which really wouldn’t be a bad idea, it’s gonna take at least four years to get through all the things I have done in the last 25 years anway. Or should I be really bad, because lets face it, bad is more fun? Well, at least its more fun in moderation. Wait, there would be no “moderation”. Damn, now I’m confused. Should I do what’s right, and help others? Or should I bitch slap someone because they don’t know when to use their Turn Signal? (Which is a whole other blog post). What to do? What to do? Four years isn’t alot of time. Should I make my “Bucket List”? All the things I’ve always wanted to do? Gosh, I certainly hope I can get my damn house fixed before the world ends. I’d be really pissed since I spent the whole day yesterday hanging dry wall. I’ve only been working on this money pit for 3 years now, and the thought of it being destroyed in a huge hellish ball of fire erks me. I mean, I could blow the rest of it off today, and bitch slap one of my Tenants for….something.

I keep hearing that song of Frank Sinatra in my head. “It was a Very Good Year”. Had he known 2012 would be the end of time, I wonder if he would have added THAT year to his song?

I wonder if that means I have to pay Property Taxes for 2012 in 2011? Does that mean I get a reassesment since my property wont be worth much after Doomsday. Talk about a weak economy. I’m not a Economist, but I’m thinking spending will be really huge in 2011 and be really bad in 2012. Will the Republicans blame Obama for bringing the end of the world to our feet? I mean, it will be on his watch. Sorry Dems.

I really hope the Cubs can win the World Series by then. Geeeez! Wouldn’t that be great, they win in October of 2012, then in December, BOOM! World Ends. Us Cubs fans would have the last laugh because there would be NO WAIT TIL NEXT YEAR! HA!!!

Anywhoo, much to think about. Or not think about. Much to do, or maybe NOT do. Ok, this sucks, 2012 confuses me. Mmmmm! Denial has worked for me before. Ok thats IT!!! I’m in Denial until December 20, 2012.

Just wanted to say that I hate November Weather. I have some allergies that are driving me nuts. There really is nothing good about the month anyway. Ok, Thanksgiving Day, bla, bla, bla. Cook a Turkey, family visits, see family, argue with family, family blow out, family tells you they like “the other sibling better”, family cuts you out of the will, family kidnaps you by putting a sack over your head, throws you in a van and takes you to rehab. Family sells your shit. Family meets again the following year. Same ol, same ol. Ahh, but I digress.

Other than that one day, nothing really happening other than rain, and cold wind.

The news has just declared Ohio as going Barrack Obama. That’s it. Tonight, more Americans came out to vote than at any other time in our history. So much for voter apathy. Moreover, America has broken a long history of the status quo, and elected it’s first African American President. Barrack Obama will be written in American History for more than just being President, for more than just winning the longest campaign in our Country’s history, but he will be the first President to break the color barrier. That in it self should is a accomplishment, and it say’s a great deal about our Country as a whole. Good for us.

We now look to the future with hope and anticipation to all the changes he promised. I hope that Mr. Obama can do all the things he said he could do without raising our taxes through the roof. After all, we just elected a man with little administrative experience. However, he convinced us all he had a vision, was up to the task, and could change all that is bad in the World. We’ll see. Congrats to Senator Obama.

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As we vote for our next President. We must carefully consider each issue with scrutiny and vigor to balance each of the Candidates policies. That is why I cannot vote for Barrack Obama. The issue of baggy pants haunts me. I cannot vote for a guy who doesn’t think “baggy pants” should not be outlawed. Forget about taxes, economy, energy, Binden, Palin, Joe the Plumber, Wall Street, to Bail or Not to Bail, those are all irrelevent to my issue of guys wearing baggy pants.

Here is my attitude: I think people passing a law against people wearing saggy pants is a waste of time. Obama said in an MTV interview

NOOOO it should be a law damn it! Have you seen these kids wearing thier pants down to thier ankles? Have you? This is the biggest threat to our democracy today. Baggy pants are a window into the abyss. I’m not even talking about the boxers I have to look at when I’m behind one of these “baggy pants” kids. I would never wear baggy pants, who want’s to see my Sponge Bob Square Pants Boxers anyway? I have the right to walk in a store, or on the street without seeing crack. OH, and what about the guys that wear BRIEFS? That’s even worse. At least the Boxers have a design on them most of the time.

We have a choice. We cannot vote for a President that doesn’t want strong legislation against “Baggy Pants” wearers. Pants must fit. They must fit to the point where crack, boxers, briefs, and the boxer brief combo cannot be seen by me. I will be the judge. I will serve my Country. HEY! this includes you to Joe the Plumber. I am a bi-partison baggy pants wearer violator. We’ve seen way to much Plumber crack over the years. We want Joe “the pants fit” plumber. Oh, women shouldn’t be allowed to wear jeans that do the opposite. For the love of god woman, your jeans are to tight and it’s hanging over all over the place. Tuck it in.

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As some of you may know, or may not know, my backyard sits next to a drainage ravine. I really don’t have much of a backyard at all. In fact, my backyard excluding my deck, is the ravine itself. This time of year the ravine/woods are breathtakingly beautiful with Fall colors abundant everywhere. Along with my small deck, is a small patio. My Hot Tub sits on this small patio which when walking around the broken sucker, if not careful you can plunge into the ravine and possibly be never found again.

So in the dark of night with a cresent moon above and the leaves bussling in the wind. It was quite the suprise when I took what I thought was a step forward and it ended up being a step down. Lets see if I can put this into poetic words what I witnessed tumbling down the ravine. Dark sky, ground, dark sky, ground, dark sky, ground, bush, tree stump…rolling back over looking at dark sky, ground. “Funny, didn’t think the ravine was so deep”. “Ouch! that may leave a mark”.

Yea, I fell like 30 feet down into my own backyard hell. What do you think my first thought was?

A) I have fallen and I can’t get up?
B) I’m not even drunk
C) Should I just lay here and die?
D) I hope I didn’t break my iPhone?

It was D.

Ofcourse the first thing I did was a “full systems check” of all my moving body parts. Arms, check, legs, check. Anyway, it was pretty funny. Well, it was funny after I stopped balling from shear panic, and the fear I had just committing catastrophic failure to myself, I laughed. HA HA! Got up and headed back up the hill.

Mental note to thyself: Do NOT go mountain climing anytime soon, must rebuild confidence to negociate edge of backyard patio.