This is my first blog post. Apparently I’m blogging now. I always thought that bloggers were all sexually frustrated, angsty, black eyeliner wearing teenagers with names like Digger. I am not any of these. Except for maybe the sexually frustrated… but that’s not important at the moment. Let me tell you something about myself that has nothing to do with my sexual frustration.

I’m an artist, I’m a geek, I’m an actor, I’m a techie, I’m a comedian, I’m a dramatist, I’m an agnostic, I am an inhabitant of the world, yet I strive to do more than just inhabit it. I want to contribute laughter and tears, music and books to this crazy world. I call it a crazy world because this is a crazy world that we live in and I am among one of it’s craziest inhabitants.

Not sure what you can expect from this blog. I’m not sure if I’ll even keep it up as often as some people would probably like. But life and blogging is an adventure. Let’s see where it leads us.

Have you ever read something, or heard someone say something, and it just took your breath away?

That’s the type of writer I want to be when I grow up.  Everything I write has a meaning, even if it’s nonsense, I just hope one day, someone can find me in the madness, in the labyrinth that is my mind.  I’ll likely take flight, but it would be nice to know, if only a fleeting moment that someone “gets me”.  Yes, I love my clichés.

Augh, I feel like I’ve lost this blog before I even began it.  Cursed jobs and scheduled lunch breaks.

Digression phase one:  So everyone that knows me knows I’m not religious by any sense.  I’ll drop the JC bomb like it’s my car keys, but I don’t want mom to beat me up, at least not today, anyway.  But I am incredibly spiritual if that makes sense.  I think I’ve touched base on this subject before when I had my dream about Connie, if not, it’s best to just smile and nod so I bore you no further.   I don’t know about heaven and hell and all of that, but I believe in something stronger than us, not necessarily a god, but a force.  Something natural in an unnatural way.  Not a fearful, controlling, manipulative form of social control, but something beautiful and pure, and in no way contrived of or derived of evil.

Digression phase two:  Did I ever mention my perpetual state of contradiction?

So I don’t think I’m psychic by any means, but I think things happen for a reason, call it Kismet, fate, I don’t really care, I just know when I feel something whispering to me, calling my name, I listen.  Sometimes it’s nothing, or a message meant for someone else, but when it’s meant for me it feels like poetry.

Yesterday I was driving to work.  I heard Dave Matthew’s “Grave Digger” on the radio.  I wouldn’t exactly call myself a “Dave” fan or anything of the sort.  This song has been out for several years and this was the first time I heard it.  The lyrics were breath-taking, to me anyway.

I was struck by the chorus, “grave digger, when you dig my grave, could you make it shallow, so I can feel the rain.”

I hope I can relay this message in a coherent way, if not, refer to the beginning.

I called my mom because I forgot our family cat of 14 years, Tigger, my lil man, had an appointment.  He got sick about the same time Logan did, and both had the same diagnosis: cancer.  Logan had surgery and started his chemo, and I’m not going to lie, I was pretty scared.  I tried to keep an about-face and keep a positive attitude about it, because I know from experience, that can make all of the difference.  Tigger seemed to be fine for a while.  He was a little ornery and kept doing things out of the ordinary, but all in all, he seemed fine.  Then all of the sudden it’s like the scripts flipped (I’m not complaining, just bear with me).

Tigger started losing weight rapidly and it looked painful for him to walk or move.  Logan, on the other hand, finished up his first round of chemo and they did another scan.  Logan had made AMAZING progress, and no new cancer cells had formed.  I believe he has eight more months of chemo and he’s ‘home free’ (again with the clichés, but it’s for a good cause).  I couldn’t be happier for Logan.  That’s the best news I’ve heard in a LONG time.  He’s going to be around for eons with his big head and his dorky jokes, and that makes me, and a lot of other people, elated.

Despite this elation, I still couldn’t help but begin the grieving process for Tigger.  Tigger has had way more than his share of ‘nine lives’.  I’ve nursed him back to health when a certain old-hag-of a neighbor “accidentally” gave him rat poison.  The vet said there was no way he would make it.  My mom nursed him back to health when his kidneys where so blocked with stones they had to do emergency surgery, and again, they said he wouldn’t make it.  It seemed to be one ailment after another with that lil man, but he was always a good cat, and he never ‘complained’, except when he wanted his food, ’stirred up’, yes, he demanded fresh food from the bottom of his trough.

Digression phase three:  So I called my mom before she took Tigger to the vet to get her take on the whole situation.  Basically, the vet said, he was going to do an exploratory surgery on Tiggs, if it was a solid mass he could remove, he would do so and he’d be on the road to recovery.  If he got in there and it had metastasized, he would not bother waking him up.   I asked her to call me at work as soon as she had word.

Of course we were hopeful, in an unhopeful way.  Tigger was visibly uncomfortable and was too good of a cat to suffer for our selfish desires.  So the vet called my mom to let her know the cancer was really bad and there was nothing he could do.  My mom had lost her 14-year-old child.  We were all heartbroken.  If anyone says, “it’s just a stupid animal” or anything of the sort, I will slap, kick, punch, stab, whatever is necessary to do to harm said person.  I’d like to ask said person, “how would you feel if your child/brother/sister died?”  Frankly, it’s the same thing, yes, to a different degree, but there are bonds you can share with an animal that cannot be created with people, and visa-versa (this isn’t a human bashing blog, as that would be a very ricky-like thing for me to do).

It rained a miserable rain all day.  I felt the world was grieving for my cat, my brother, whether it was or not, I felt it.

I know it sounds bizarre, but I feel as if Tigger did a noble thing.  Like he was given the option to live, or to save Logan, and he chose the latter.  I don’t really care if you agree with me or believe it, but it’s beautiful just the same.

Several hours later, my mom was allowed to pick up Tigger’s remains from the vet.  My brother-in-law buried him in my mom’s backyard, in the pouring rain, and I couldn’t help but think:

“grave digger, when you dig my grave, could you make it shallow, so I can feel the rain”.

Since I was impressed by Diggy’s Introduction track, I am kind of interested to hear what else he has to offer. Honestly, my first thought was,”who wrote this?” but who am I to down play his talent because of his age or who his father is. Can’t wait to hear what you have to offer young man! In the meantime, enjoy the artwork.

Embark on an epic adventure traveling the world in search of ancient artifacts, lost civilizations, and unimaginable treasure. Manage fuel, temperature, damage, cargo space, and oxygen while searching for underground diggins. Sell your rare collection of artifacts to earn cash. Use cash to upgrade your digging machine, make repairs, or purchase additional supplies. Discover new subterranean hazards, such as ocean currents, methane gas pockets, geo-thermal vents, and a new undiscovered species…

Featuring 4 unique locations around the world:

• Mid-West United States
• Antarctic Tundra
• South American Amazon
• South Asian Ocean

Features:

• 6-10 hours of gameplay in the campaign
• Plus hours of additional challenges
• Freeplay mode
• Save checkpoints along the way
• New full screen map to chart your underground tunnels
• Many new supplies available to help along the way
• New inventory screen to manage your diggins and supplies

Check out I Dig It Expeditions for $2.99.

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With the college basketball season starting this week, here is another video of Digger Phelps dancing with college cheerleaders.  We had a similar video back in March, but it is always great to see Digger busting some moves.

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That’s right, Vicks VapoRub will do to toenail fungus what kryptonite does to the Man of Steel. What Will Muschamp does to offenses throughout the land, but I digress…

According to this piece in the New York Times, rubbing your infected toenail(s) once or twice a day with Vicks VapoRub will em, rub Digger(below) out of your life.

That screen shot is one of the greatest moments in the history of television advertising.

I’ve got my hands in a bunch of ish today so short post.

Have a good weekend.

Digger – Autumn Mix October 2009

Tracklist

1/ ALIX PEREZ:”1984″ (SHOGUN AUDIO)
2/ BREAKAGE feat ROOTS MANUVA:”RUN EM OUT” (DIGITAL SOUNDBOY)
3/ P MONEY:”EVERYTHING (BCEE RMX)” (INTRINSIC)
4/ SUBMORPHICS:”WAX POETIC” (WESTBAY)
5/ SPECTRASOUL:”HOW STRANGE” (SGN:LTD)
6/ UNKNOWN:”RIDE THING” (WHITE)
7/ DANNY WHEELER:”AIR FORCE” (W10 RECORDS)
8/ MAKOTO:”AN I LOVE HER” (CREATIVE SOURCE)
9/ LENZMAN & REDEYES:”THIEVES IN THE NIGHT” (INTEGRAL)
10/ CALIBRE:”LET ME HOLD YOU” (SIGNATURE)
11/ P MONEY:”EVERYTHING (BLAME RMX)” (INTRINSIC)
12/ ATLANTIC CONNECTION & LYNX:”DANGER ZONE (SUBMORPHICS RMX)” (WESTBAY)
13/ DANNY WHEELER FEAT KATHY BROWN:”MONEY” (W10 RECORDS)
14/ LENZMAN & REDEYES:”HIGH & LOW” (INTEGRAL)
15/ CALIBRE feat DRS:”LOVES TOO TIGHT TO MENTION” (SIGNATURE)

Her body lay lifeless on the street. Even in its current mangled state, I could see she had been a beautiful woman. Her gray scaly skin contrasted strikingly with her black skirt and green blouse, even though they were soaked with blood. Some of her hair had been pulled out, but there were enough snakes left to show she cared about her appearance. Her left arm was missing, apparently bitten off. Not surprising, since we were half a block from Zombietown.

Zombietown. I had sworn I’d never go back to Zombietown again. I had left all that misery behind me. I wasn’t one of them anymore.

“Gurgle.” Gills, my partner, broke my reverie. A good thing too. I didn’t want to waste time thinking about Zombietown.

We walked towards the head forensics guy, Digger.

“So, Digger, what’s the score?” I asked.

“Valadares, Gills. Well, I only have preliminary data, but I’m pretty sure it was a shambler.” He meant a zombie. Like me. No, not like me. I wasn’t one of them anymore. Nobody outside Zombietown calls them zombies. It’s always “shambler”, or “deadmeat”, or “brainjunkie,” or a dozen other nicknames.

“Can you give us a tribe?” I asked. Even though most people think of zombies as just one big, stupid, lurching, flesh-eating group, in truth there are several tribes.

“I’m a ghoul, Valadares, not a psychic. I’ll need to run a few tests back at the lab,” he said, rising to face us. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his glasses. “Anyway, what’s the rush? She wasn’t anybody special. The officers found her purse. Her name was Medea Boid, a reporter with the Dusk Diary. Have you heard of her? Me neither. So it’s not like we’re going to be pressured to solve this case. She probably went in there looking for some shambling action and things got a little out of control.

“Relax, Valadares. It’s Zombietown.”

He was right, of course. Nobody gave a damn about what happened in Zombietown, least of all me. I had sworn I’d never go back to Zombietown again.

Notícia do site Whiplash:

O Brasil vive um ótimo momento em termos de produções internacionais. Mesmo com a crise mundial e as dificuldades do mercado fonográfico, várias bandas estrangeiras têm vindo ao Brasil para realizar apresentações e turnês com várias datas por todo país.

Sendo uma das maiores gravadoras e distribuidoras independentes do país, a HELLION RECORDS comemora o fato já que muitos de seus artistas estão em turnê pelo país. Os shows aquecem o mercado e estimulam as vendas de CDs, DVDs e outros produtos relacionados aos artistas.

Confira abaixo as datas de shows e turnês pelo Brasil dos artistas internacionais da HELLION RECORDS:

KREATOR
Abertura: Exodus
24.10.2009 Fortaleza [CE] – Siará Hall
26.10.2009 Porto Alegre [RS] – Opinião
31.10.2009 São Paulo [SP] – Via Funchal

TWISTED SISTER
Pela primeira vez no Brasil!
14.11.2009 São Paulo [SP] – Via Funchal

MOONSPELL
Abertura: TIAMAT
17.11.2009 São Paulo [SP] – Carioca Club

GRAVE DIGGER
20.11.2009 Fortaleza [CE] – Siará Hall
21.11.2009 São Paulo [SP] – Carioca Club
Abertura: DR. SIN, HELLISH WAR e Rexor

EVERGREY
12.12.2009 Bragança Paulista [SP] – Espaço Sanso
13.12.2009 São Paulo [SP] – Carioca Club

Our son Kevin phoned my wife a week ago, telling her he was on his way home, and asked if we wanted a new dog.  When he got home 5 minutes later, he brought home a puppy.  Of course, there was no decision to be made;  it was a done deal before he even got home.

He was at a friend’s house, when an acquaintance of his friend pulled up to the house with a dog in his car.  The acquaintance was a 19 year old living in an apartment on his own, and “couldn’t afford to feed her anymore” (or so the story goes).  We found out later that he was probably going to shoot her rather than take her to the SPCA, as there was a waiting list for dropping off dogs, and a cost as well. We also found out that she spent the majority of time in a crate.  (it’s not uncommon in this rural area for farmers to shoot a dog once it’s outlived it’s usefulness-NOT something I would ever even consider)

Kevin didn’t want to see the dog put down, so he asked if he could have her.  And that’s how we got Chloe.

She’s a Laberaner (my term); that is, a Labrador Retriever/Weimeraner mix.  You would think that she would be huge, but she’s actually very petite.  I’d say she’s about 50 lbs at most, and undernourished as well.  Her ribs are clearly visible, but we’ve had her for about 10 days now, and she eats like a horse.

The only potential problem is that we have a 3 year old male GoldenDoodle, who wasn’t neutered.  Digger went  to the vet this past Monday and that’s since been fixed (pun intended).

Digger and Chloe get along GREAT.  They play together until they’re exhausted (good for both of them); Digger LOVES his new playmate.  Our 13 year old Springer Spaniel is a different story.  She let Chloe know early on that she will not tolerate any nonsense, and Chloe steers clear of Kelsea.

We keep Chloe in a crate during the day when we are at work.  Based on experience, sporting dogs can’t be trusted (as far as chewing) until 2-3 years of age.  Chloe will be 1 year old on Halloween, so she still has another year or 2 of the crate.

Here are pics of our dogs:

Chloe

Chloe

Chloe and Shamrock

Digger after ridding our yard of a rabbit

Kelsea, our elderly Springer Spaniel

I started my PC gaming on 1984 by playing Digger, and now the legend is back on PS3, cool stuff.

I love these construction equipment utensils for kids (or shameless adults). The set contains a fork, spoon and ‘pusher-scoop’. I don’t think I’ve ever used that last one…

Product Site

This song is nuts, here is the video for it. Directed by Hype Williams (who doesn’t love Belly?!!?) The song is featured on the LeBron James documentary, More Than a Game

Here is the trailer for the doc.