The Band Bus

Fingers shouldn't be able to move that fast. I'm no rock connoisseur, but I know enough to know that this is some good shit. Actually, I know virtually nothing about rock. It's rather sad, really. The only stuff I was exposed to growing up was the Eagles, the Beatles, and the Beach Boys. I've only been getting into the good stuff for about two years now. Hell, I hadn't even heard Hendrix until just this summer.

But, yeah, enough about my rock idiocy. This is an awesome song. I actually heard it on Guitar Hero, and it was actually pretty funny. The audience was calling for an encore, particularly of this song. The menu popped up saying "Do you want to do an encore?" or something like that. I said hellz ya, and then another yes/no thing popped up saying "Are you sure?". I pressed yes. Another thing came up: Are you really, really sure? A bit nervous at this point, I still stand with my original decision, and a final "It's OK, you can still back out. Are you absoluletly sure?" Once I got past that stuff, and into the actual song, it was a bit freaky. It starts out tame, but a third of the way into it, the head-exploding guitar solo kicks in, and damn, my fingers hurt after it was all said and done. Oh, and then my guitar player was abducted by aliens. Fun game, fun game...

Oh, one more reason with GH2 is awesome. At the end of the song "Tonight I'm Gonna Rock You Tonight", the drummer explodes on stage. If you've seen This Is Spinal Tap, you should get the joke. "He was just a flash of green light...and that was it, nothing was left..."

Back to the original purpose of this post, Free Bird is an amazing song. Oh, and don't listen to Shankill Butchers at night.

As maybe some of you know, I got Guitar Hero II for Christmas. It's a blast. Hell, it even made me add a few more songs onto my iPod. I played the hell out of it last night, until my fingers got sore and I felt like I was begining to develope carpal tunnel. Today, I went downstairs to play it again, and found the cord chewwed in two. God, I hate Smokey. That's a friggin' $40 controller! What I hate is that I can't yell at him, because he won't know what the hell I'm yelling at him about. It won't do any good.

If only that were the only thing...

Some may have heard me ranting against my neighbors. They're like the neighbors from hell. They have yappy dogs--multiple yappy dogs! The kids that live there are rude and obnoxious. There's even been a little neighborhood fued involving their boat. No one on this street likes them. When they first moved in here, they had this blaring mini-bike that they would start riding at 10 a.m. I think they recked it, because I've been able to sleep in for the last year or so. So, imagine my delight when on Christmas morning, I hear that same beastly noise going up and down the hill. Merry friggin' Christmas.

It's no secret that I love the paranormal. I religously watch Ghost Hunters. Hell, for a while, I religiously watched Most Haunted. I've soaked up every ghost story I've ever heard. I've always loved the paranormal. When I say always, I mean always. Since I could read, I've read ghost stories. Since I was capable of intelligent thought, I wondered how? why?

This past year, my interest has really crescendoed. I'm aching to do an investigation. A real one, with atleast a voice recorder and a temperature gage. I've never, ever seen, heard, or experienced any paranormal activity, but I'm ready.

I've given thought to some group names, and of course going with the TAPS theme of have the initials written on a jacket. TOPS: The Oregon Paranormal Society. HNW: Haunted Northwest. HORS: Haunted Oregon Research Society (this one's a bit...questionable). NWP: Northwest Paranormal.

Honestly, this post should be about the physics of Linerider, or how sticking it to the man can result in concert cancelation and death, or my 5th grade Mary Sue (linkage), or even my fussy 1/! key. But it's not, because I'm feeling lazy. Instead, it's some gorgeous pictures from the beach. Enjoy!

Two years. Two years, and we can finally set things right. But how many won't live to see then? How many sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters will fail to see that day, dying needlessly for a hopeless war?

So ignorant of the real world, we remain in this war for one reason: to attempt to save a failed legacy. How? How? How can any one person do this? Tomorrow, another soldier'll be killed. Killed for a lie. Killed for a loss. Killed for absolutely nothing. Nothing.

Iraq's "democracy" will be overthrown in the coming year, if not before. We can't win this one. For once, we're the ones that need to call it quits. America's been in this war longer than WWII. Now there was a war. There were equal weapons, enemy lines, and most importantly, an enemy. An enemy we could definitively label as "evil". A villain to make us the hero.

That doesn't exist now. We're both villains. "To us, they're the opposers of truth and justice. To them, we're the enemy, the evil empire. There is no good or evil, only hate." - LIFE as Seen By Cynical

Is it not our job to make the world a better place? To take it and improve it for the generations to come, while honoring the generations past. If that is indeed our perpose, then I fear we as a people have failed.

Here's to two years from now, and for those who will never see that day.