Bittersweet

but mostly bitter.

Here's the story of the tragic and unnecessary death of Roger Williamson. The video shows the burning wreckage of Williamson's auto, and the events that follow are so incredibly tragic and yet, inspiring at the same time, that it's really hard for me to describe how it makes me feel to watch it.



I wish there were more David Purleys in this world.

Photographer Cor Mooij was on hand and captured a photoset that turned out to be the World Press Photo award winner for the sports category.

Phone Sex Grandma

The title pretty much tells you everything you need to know about this video. This grandma is a phone sex operator. Kind of (ok, very) disturbing, so view with caution. Not for the squeemish or patrons of phone sex lines.

Enjoy this "god-damn-mother-fucking-shit!"

Going out on a comedic note

Aren't tweakers fun to deal with. This is someone's interpretation of ET the extra terrestrial, on meth.

Later Folks,
-Dave

Back to Court

I'm feeling way more nervous to go to court this Thursday, compared to how I felt 2 weeks ago at my last court date. I'm not much of a 'criminal', and I don't know much about the legal system. The little I do know actually scares the shit out of me, so as I sit and think about what's in store for me I'm kind of freaking out. There's a knot forming in my stomach. Or maybe that's just hunger. Not much in the way of food in my house nowadays. Not much in the way of money in my bank account either. And both are related to why I'm going to the Austin County Courthouse.

You see, when you're drunk as fuck, and a cop pulls your friend over, and you know you have a warrant for your arrest, something in you snaps. It's called the fight or flight mechanism. It's an instinct. You know you're fucked, so you lose it. Maybe you are physically aggressive. Or possibly you're verbally aggressive. I chose the latter, which, I believe, provoked the cop's 'your-face-meets-the-pavement' move. Can't really defent myself in cuffs. Or any of my actions in this situation. I was acting very stupid. Lame on my part.

So now i sit at my computer desk, about to put on some clothes and walk down to the store and spend my last $4 on eggs and a can of tuna. tuna salad. it's what's for breakfast/lunch/dinner. For the next 3 days.

As a result of this asshattery, i'm about to lose my internet access/cable for at least a little while. looking like about 2 weeks to a month. So, to anyone at all who reads this blog (this statement pertains to nobody I'm aware of, as i do check the shiny stat at the bottom of the page), If there are no new posts, you know why.

-Dave

That's the Last Straw, star wars Nerds

OK, so let me start off by saying that I have a passing interest in star wars. When I was a younger lad, I even had the trilogy on VHS. I never thought it was earth shattering, but I gave it it's props.

At this point I had no problem with people getting way into the whole 'dressing up as chewy' shit that they do, etc. Enter Exhibit A.

That's right folx, there are (knock off) star wars condoms out there! WTF!?!

I'm declaring war on star wars nerds everywhere. I can tolerate this asshattery no longer.

Karoshi + Alcoholism = FAIL

Browsing around wikipedia, I came across an article about karoshi, the Japanese term for being overworked. The article states that "It was recognized that employees cannot work for twelve or more hours a day, six or seven days a week, year after year, without suffering physically as well as mentally."

I found this interesting, b/c That's about my work schedule. I wake up at 5 a.m. 6 days a week, and every weekday, I work until 6p.m. That's 12 working hours a day 5 days a week. Then on Saturdays, I work for 9 hours.

Also, I'm an alcoholic.

That's a pretty big tax on my body. And it's starting to show up in my life in bad ways.

Doberman Security Inc's Credit Card Reminder

This amazing piece of tech, available for $7.99, is a device you keep attached to your credit card to remind you not to forget it some place . Let's say you're at a bar and you open a tab. First, you would disconnect your credit card reminder, then set the alarm for 1 to 4 hours, then proceed to get wasted. At the end of the night, you're nicely toasted and can't figure out "what the fuck is that damn noise!?!", at which point you fumble around in your pants pockets for a minute, coming off as slightly creepy to the foxy lady you somehow managed to start a conversation with, all the while dropping ones out of your pocket that you planned on tipping with. Somehow, god smiles on your sorry ass, and you eventually find the damn thing, and remember to get your card back from the bartender. You know, the one you challenged to an arm wrestling contest, after you asked if you could see her boobs. Yeah, that one. WIN.

As If I Needed More Reason to Hate Sean Combs a.k.a. p diddy or puffy or puff daddy.

Thanks to the webnerds at Attack of the Show! for bringing this to my attention. Here we have a video of poofie ranting about how gas prices are so high that he can't afford to fly his private jet back and forth between LA and NY. Man, poofie, me too. I mean, my private jet exists only in my dream world where everyone's rich and cars and jets are fueled by terrible rap. In this world, you actually have a purpose.

He constantly says he's "ya' boy", and then laughs about having to fly American Airlines, as if was some sort of punishment that he, a celebrity, shouldn't have to endure. I have been fortunate enough to fly several times in my life, unlike the majority of the citizens of the world, and every time I fly, I research and scour the internet for the absolute best deal, so that I don't waste my money. The money I don't have very much of.

"I wanna give a shout out to all my Saudi Arabian brothers and sisters, and all my brothers and sisters from...ummm...all the countries that have oil. If y'all could please send me some oil for my jet, I would truly appreciate it."

That's the only other oil-producing nation you could come up with? Ever heard of a country that's been in the news for the last 5 1/2 years, I think it's called IRAQ!?! He could have benefited from this map.

Fucking tool.

I hope you lose all your money and get thrown into prison at Guantanamo Bay to eat cock-meat sandwiches all day, you self absorbed piece of dog shit!

elderly drivers are good for population control

Changes (remixed by David C. Kingsley)

Changes, interpreted by David C. Kingsley
originally by Lesane Parish Crooks, a.k.a. Makaveli.


i see no changes
wake up in the morning and i ask myself,
is live worth livin?
should i blast myself?

i'm tired of being of a whore
and even worse i'm white
my soul hurts
so i'm lookin for wrong to right.

cops gunned down a true he-ro
pulled a trigga
killed a nigga,
now he breathes no mo'.

give it back to the kids,
i'll tell ya who cares
one less hungry spirit,
lookin for someone who cares.

first spit ya' dope,
let 'em know
we ain't got no mothers

give 'em hope,
and don't look back
and watch 'em heal each other.

it's time to give back,
that's what pac said
5 shots in the dark
and 'ya knew 'es dead

i got love 4 all my brothers,
but we can go nowhere,
unless we care for one another

we gotta start makin' changes!

yearn to see each other as brothers,
instead of too distant strangers.

and that's how it's s'posed to be,
how can another hate his brother
if they both can see?

i'd love to go back to where we played as kids,
but thangs changed
and that's just the way it is.

(chorus)(Come on, come on) That's just the way it is.
Things'll never be the same.
That's just the way it is.
aww yeah...

----

i see no changes,
all they be is racist haters,
misplaced hate,
makes a race digrace us.

we blunder, i wonder
what'll it take to make this
one better place
let's erase the hatred.

take the regal out the people,
and they'll be reactin' right...
'cuz both black and white,
are smokin' crack tonight.

and the only time we real
is when we will to love another

it takes skill to be real,
time to heal each other.

And though it seems heaven sent,
we ain't ready to see a black president.

It aint' a secret,
don't conceal the fact...
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks.

but some things will forever change

Try to grow some day,
but you know some still playin wit' the dope game,
now what's your brother to do,
cold steel don't even scare the brother in you.


If you wanna operate in the easy way,
you could make a G today,
but ya make it in a sleazy way,

sellin' crack to ya own kids,
'i gotta get paid'
well, hey, that's the way it is...


we gotta make a change.

it's time for us as a people to start making some changes.

lets change the way we eat,
lets change the way we live,
and lets change the way we treat each other.

you see the old way wasn't working,
so it's up to us to do what we gotta do,
to survive.

And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of a war on poverty,
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me.
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do.
But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you.

Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you

up.
You gotta learn to hold ya own.
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone.

But tell the cops they can't touch this.
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this.
That's the sound of my tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise

no fool.

And as long as we stay trapped, some gotta stay strapped & we can never get to lay back.
'Cause we always got to worry 'bout the pay backs.
Some young bucks that got roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh

My interpretation of Changes, by Lesane Parish Crooks.

Mercy mercy me: In memory of Marvin Gaye

Mercy Mercy Me by Marvin Gaye

Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
No, no
Where did all the blue sky go?
Poison is the wind that blows
From the north, east, south, and sea
Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
No, no
Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas
Fish full of mercury
Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
No, no
Radiation in the ground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying
Oh, mercy mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
What about this overcrowded land?
How much more abuse from man can you stand?
My sweet Lord
My sweet Lord
My sweet Lord
(released May 21, 1971, less than 1 month before the birth date of Tupac Amaru Shakur)

I don't really feel the need to explain his lyrics. A simple google search on, say, 'mercury + seafood' or 'radiation' will illuminate any questions as to the face value of the lyrics herein.
And that is what I appreciate most about this song; Simplicity of expression and depth of meaning.

God rest your soul, Marvin. Music has benefited from your works greatly. Thank you.

Interesting thoughts on 2 Pac

Indeed, rap did die on this day.

Cyanide and Happiness

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Troublesome quotes from John McCain

"I would probably have to say yes, that the Constitution established the United States of America as a Christian nation."
-- John McCain


"Just before us is a nuclear countdown with Iran, followed by the final battle: the battle of Armageddon . . . . The end of the world as we know it is rapidly approaching. Rejoice and be exceedingly glad. The best is yet to be."
-- Televangelist and McCain endorser John Hagee

via H.E.R.B.

sports and politics don't mix

While cruising the realGM basketball page, I came across this article concerning a young Iranina national basketball player with NBA dreams and political obstacles. The situation is an example of the sometimes ugly intersection between sports and politics. The problem comes from a "federal statue prohibit[ing] a person or organization in the US from engaging in business dealings with Iranian nationals." (sports.yahoo.com) Get the specs about the embargo here.

Hamed Ehadadi, the 7'2" 260 lb. center of the Iranian national basketball team, says that it is his dream to play in the NBA.



Why, then, should he not be allowed to do so? The answer lies in US foreign policy from the 80's. I'm not a historian, but I seem to remember reading about some war between Iran and Iraq in the 80's. Something about an ancient land dispute due to white folks coming over and carving lines in sand or something? I dunno...I'm not a historian.

The reason I bring this up, is that these events have nothing to do with basketball, and the fact that this young man was born Iranian seems to be the only reason to keep him from his dream. Sad, really, considering the US is touted as the land of opportunity. Seems that only applies to the children of our friends.

After reading the realGM article, my first thought was "What about the Toronto Raptors?" Would they be able to take a chance on him (as he is realistically considered to be a 'project' by many NBA execs)? Last time I checked, Toronto was located somewhere north of the US-Canadian border. I guess Stern wants to keep some semblance of a level playing field. Ironic.

"Think. Use your head."

From an interview with Tupac conducted while in prison in New York concerning a lawsuit brought against the rap star by the estate of a slain texas state trooper. The trooper's family alleged that his music incited police shootings. This is a pretty disgusting example of ignorant conservatives trying to blame a convienient target for an unfortunate event.
When you consider the social circumstances that provoked Tupac's distaste for authority figures (many of whom abused their power and discriminated against persons of his social class), it is amazing to think that that same group of abusers would seek to blame him for the consequences of a fractured society. This kind of irrational behavior makes me feel terrible about the future of our world.

People, please, just stop the ignorance.

Also consider how differently this situation would have likely played out if Tupac hadn't been well off enough to afford non-retard legal representation.

I don't smoke crack, Pac.

The first of many entries on Tupac

Many (but certainly not all) of the messages that Tupac Amaru Shakur conveyed to me, and anyone else who wanted to listen, resonate in my soul. There are things I don't agree with about him and what he said/did, but far more things I feel in my heart about what he stood for and spoke out against or for. This video of a 1994 interview express a lot of what I mean. I admire the courage of this fallen soldier, b/c it was certainly not easy to stand for what he did.
Part 1


Part 2

Not without a fight, apparently.

Toothpastefordinner.com

Keep your laws off of my skeet!

I'm fortunate to have smart friends. They keep me informed about completely retarded shit like this.

If I had forgotten how much I hate george bush, I now remember. fucktard!
Personally, I could give a fuck about what someone else does with their body. Who am I to tell them what they need to do with it? And if they realize that there's over 6 billion people on this earth and that we probably don't need any more, then good for them. Or maybe they realize that the $6/hr they make at their part time job isn't going to provide much opportunity to the baby-to-be. Maybe they don't like kids. Maybe they aren't fit to raise one. Who knows?

Well, GW says he does. Fuck you george bush, you inbred hitler caricature!

That kind of shit just flies in Switzerland

Shit like this is what makes people despise artists as retards with no sense of reality.

Energy Drink Endorsement Deals for Republicans

Married to the Sea

Dear Kansas

I've been looking into relocating recently

Portland, OR is tops on the list. Santa Cruz is always in the running, but the cost of living and job market make it tough to pursue. I'm always looking into moving to somewhere new, somewhere I've never been, too. Like NYC. Maybe I should check into this place.

Salvia Divinorum, oh how you've enhanced so many lives

The Scale of Beat to Prime

Years ago, when I was fortunate enough to live in a much cooler and much more expensive place, my housemates and I came up with a way to describe the awesomeness (or lack thereof) of something.
It consists of 6 levels, 3 on the positive side of neutral and 3 on the negative side. We called this 'The Scale of Beat to Prime', and if I may say, it was quite prime. We even went so far as to print out and post this scale around the house, as a reminder.


But in the years since, I have actually forgotten one of the 6 levels. (Yes, beat... I know).

If any of you out there are interested in contributing, I would like to resurrect the scale. In the comments, please submit the most appropriate replacement for the lost step in the scale. Remember to try to incorporate a 'bro-like' wording, as to match the rest of the scale.
Thanks to all,
-Dave

What not to do when being questioned by police officers (when you have warrants for your arrest)

In keeping with my ideal of trying to learn (and possibly teach others) by my mistakes, here's a rundown of a few things I learned a few days back about dealing with cops. Enjoy and try to learn something. I know I did!

• Don't read off each number/letter in your state ID individually, pausing between every number to ask if "you got that, officer?" in an insolent tone
• Don't try to adjust the handcuffs he gave you. They were a gift and if you fidget with them in front of him, he may think you are unappreciative or even that you might want to take them off. He won't like this.
• When he tackles you to the ground and shoves your face into the concrete, try not to hurt his feelings by showing resistance. He probably knows how much you love to learn and was most likely just reminding you of the law of gravity. Everyone needs a reminder every now and then.
• If he shows you the inside of his sweet ride, don't slam your head against the plexiglass divider, even if you're just trying to get a better look at the cool computer equipment up front. He probably doesn't know about your interest in computers. Also, don't ask if he has the internet. He does, but doesn't like to show it off.
• When he takes you to his pad, which is like his low budget version of the bat cave, don't argue with the woman checking you in. She is, in effect, the front desk clerk at the hotel you're checking into. Note: They do NOT honor AAA rates. I checked. She won't want to argue with you all night, but if you try, she'll throw in a couple of extra nights for your stay.
• When your bedding (wool-like blanket and elevated concrete slab) arrives, don't insult your host by destroying it. It will cost you. ($15)
• Last, and certainly not least, it is advisable to travel light in this situation. You may not get all items you came in with back.

The room I got was OK. I have had worse (see 'park bench' in Santa Cruz City Parks), but the bathroom was a bit substandard. The hole in the ground had clearly not been cleaned in several days, and there was somewhat fresh fecal matter still attached to the metal grating covering said hole. And I couldn't figure out how to flush the hole in the ground either. They must have had plumbing problems that evening.

And this concludes Dave's tips on dealing with police officers when under warrant for arrest.
Hope this cleared up any grey areas you might have had on the protocol.

first things first!

To start off, this blog will include all things that make me smile, laugh, angry, etc. Basically, anything that excites any of my emotions. That said, expect lots o' links to you tube, other blogs, ridiculous CL ads, etc.

A few stats about the blogger...
- My name's Dave Kingsley
- I have but a high school education :(
- I can be very lazy/prone to fail at following through on things (i.e. not update blogs/go to college)
- I am from Texas and have come to love my home state, even if I generally hate the political/social climate.
- I have extremely unusual combinations of viewpoints on many issues (this one will be illustrated throughout this blog)

That sounds like a good starting point for this guy.
yasuragi!