Waiting. . .

Ok? SO I am unemployed yet again. Honestly I do have to say it is actually turning out to be quite the blessing in disguise.

I have been able to accomplish so much around the house that I can't imagine how I would have been able to do it all with a job. Also I think I got out just in the nick of time from my old job. Bad help, broken promises, and poor communication did not build a good foundation of any sort.

I have been going to interviews (I even have one tomorrow) and throwing myself into the job pool yet again. And I can't help but notice that I am getting turned down by more and more people that tell me that I'm pretty much hired, they just have one more person, and then "BAM!!" I sit around waiting for a phone call that does not come. I call but no answer. THAT IS NOT PROFESSIONALISM!!! AND IT REALLY IRITATES ME!

I have looked at this from all angles, being that I don't have a job I can do this. (I need more hobbies) Not once was I ever taught from other colleagues and employers that you should ignore a potential employee. I mean EVER!

Where does it say that if you lead someone on to think/believe they have a prosperous future with said company that:

A. Don't call them back when you say you will.

B. Tell them you just have one more interview to go through, but that will "probably" be just a "formality" that you are the one we are considering more than likely, then never call back to say we're sorry we went with someone else.

C. Treat humans that are trying their best to provide for their family like absolute dirt beneath the heel of some smug, I have a degree kid you don't, attitude that is bartered solely off of a prejudgmental flop of a stereotype!!!

Is this a handbook, or a memo??? Did I miss the memo??? Or is it that good decent God fearing, and loving Americans really can't have the American dream anymore??? Its who you know, not what you know. And as far as I'm concerned I am a stranger in a strange land. I have no family here save for my inlaws and my wife. I am for all intensive purposes alone.

My one saving grace is that I know God will not let me down, I just have to be still and know that He is God and that He will provide.

Don't misunderstand I am still searching for the right job. I believe in trusting my heart and going after what is in it. I am just very impatient! This world and its lack of understanding, and instant gratification mentality has just got me in a stupor that I was hoping I would not fall into.

Ironically I find myself wanting the instant gratification/cure for it. Funny eh??

No. I didn't think so either.

Once Again I bring you Haiku Tuesdays

It's late, way too late
No time to chance fate
Take me down river





Remember kids: "Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker!" ~Ogden Nash

Are you the REAL "DARK KNIGHT??"

Here is something I found while surfing the web late tonight.

What kind of Batman are you Click HERE to find out!!



You're JLA Batman. As Superman once said, you're
the world's most dangerous man. You can defeat
White martians and Demigods by preparing and
exploiting their weakness. Sometimes you're a
bit arrogant, but you've more than earned your
spot standing alongside the Justice League of
America


What kind of Batman are you?
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And here is what you guys were!! Classic Batman in his prime. Woot!



You're Classic Batman. You're the old school,
iconic Batman that everyone knows. Your
sidekick is Dick Grayson, the original Robin,
and you also team up with Batgirl alot. You're
the World's Greatest Detective, and also one of
the best fighters on the planet. You're against
guns and lethal force. Right now, you're pretty
much in the prime of your career, before you
become haunted by Dead Sidekicks and loved
ones.


What kind of Batman are you?
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ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

THIS HAS GOT TO STOP!!!

I don't care if your Republican, Democrat, Independent. Whatever? Just stop blaming people. No one person is at fault. Bush even accepted the blame for the slow response to this natural disaster. It is a tragedy that this happened. But to blame one person, I am sick and tired of hearing that its a racial issue, its Bush's fault, its the Mayor's fault, its FEMA's fault, its the Media's fault. This constant bickering is helping no one. If I could I would give a pair of gloves to each administration that dropped the ball on this one and let them duke it out, so that the people that want to help, and are helping could continue to do so without hearing how horrible all this is.

Some facts that are known.

1) The Federal Gov't is not in charge of a City's Evacuation. This falls under the jurisdiction of the state, and local officials.

2) The Mayor did know this could happen and did not do everything in his power to prevent this from happening.

3) This was a category 5 and 4 Hurricane. Category 5 -- Winds over 155 mph (these are VERY rare) Category 4 -- Winds 131-155 mph

"A catastrophic hurricane represents 10 or 15 atomic bombs in terms of the energy it releases. Think about it. New York lost two big buildings. Multiply that by 10 or 20 or 30 in the area impacted and the people lost, and we know what could happen."

Joseph Suhayda
LSU Engineer

If you want to read more about the Hurricane prevention in New Orleans click "HERE."
Remember this is during the 1998 hurricane George that grazed New Orleans!

4) It helps no one to argue incessantly. There are people who are actually doing something by donating money, time, and manpower to the relief efforts. There are still many more that need to be helped. Finger pointing at the other side is just plain arrogant. To think that you can make this situation by giving the public a scapegoat. Whoever the public chooses for that, whether they did little or nothing to help, they are still being falsely accused. Does anyone have all the facts?? No. I'm sorry to say we don't. And its not likely we ever will. That's why its time we stopped this old fashioned witch hunt, and lifted the veil of blame and ignorance from our eyes and started to help those in need now, and for the future.

Call the Salvation Army if you want to help, but don't know what to do, or if you can do anything. They are listed in every phonebook I have ever seen. Do something constructive instead of destructive.

For those of you who think I am riding on my high horse right now. I do not mean to sound condescending. Far from it even. I just want to point people in the right direction. No more blaming one another, the President, the Mayor, or anybody. NOw is the time for action not words. Words will always be around after the work is done. We can talk about how remember that time when we came together as a nation and conquered ignorance, and poverty, and tragedy, by coming together and not dancing around the truth, but by staring it straight in the eye and saying that we will endure. That would be when and how I would like to hear about this again. I know I am hoping for a miracle, but that's just the kind of God I have.

I don't know if anyone feels the same as me, but you can tell me if you think I'm right on, or full of crap!! If you take anything away from this I hope its that now is the time we stop talking (or bickering as the case may be) and start walking.


STEWART: "Stop, stop, stop, stop hurting America." This is from a debate with John Stewart who I do not pretend to know what he stands for, or what his beliefs are but I do agree with his view point here. Want to know more?? Read THIS.

A huge door barred and sealed...

Well my friend Hibbity has been having some weird dreams lately and now I am joining the slumberland entertainment train.

I had a dream, that was very vivid, and...I hate to admit this...scary.

It all started innocently enough on the internet on this website. I finally had some new commenters and they were inviting me to a party of sorts. I immediately jumped at the chance to go, which is rather odd. Those of you who know me know I usually like just small groups, not a large number of occupants in any given room. These rooms were enormous. It was a victorian mansion I believe. Feeling kind of swarthy (we were drinking at this party) I asked some women to dance, and to my complete and utter surprise they said, "yes!"

"Wow" is all I could reply.

So we danced until I started to realize things were'nt what they seemed as they seldom are in my life. *Sigh*

The proprietor of this establishment has a name like Carhein or something close to this. Strangely enough I knew we were in Germany, but those who know me know I have never been outside of the States. I feel in some way this is an important factor, but for the life of me I don't know why.

The women I was dancing with asked me if I wanted to go explore the other rooms. At this point I discovered that I was on the second or third floor of the mansion and that the first floor was a museum of sorts. Now is where it gets a bit trepidacious.

We start our journey wandering from room to room and the scene switches, like that of a movie, to a man with a dark look about him. He has long black hair and brown eyes and a black leather jacket with studs on it I think. He has a face like a horse and He is EVIL. There is no other way to describe it, I just knew instinctively that he was pure EVIL. On the floor in front of him was a pentagram in blood, and he was holding a woman who's (those who are squeamish do not need to highlight this part to read on, you get the jist of it He's EVIL ) throat was slit from ear to ear and his hands were covered in blood and he had a bloody knife tucked under his belt. He was laughing and saying something like Latin, either way its a language I have never heard before, and don't ever want to hear again.

There is a door behind him and it slowly starts to open a sliver of lime yellow light slides through it seems as if the door will never open, and then I, being the invisible onlooker as the narrator of this sordid tale, feel this intense fear and also hatred flow straight into my body, it seems as if my soul is being stretched and torn in every direction I feel myself losing control. My whole being is suddenly fused with every negative intense emotion that could seize the human heart. A demon of gigantic stature steps out and congratulates the mortal by tearing him asunder right before my eyes. He was wearing a tunic, and his skin was yellowish green, maybe some blue too. The best I can describe "it" is as a cross between an ogre, orc, and troll all rolled into one.

The scene switches back to me. The women and I are wondering the house looking for something, I don't know what. Another women approaches me and says that she has been called for to join the (for lack of a better term here we shall call the people in charge of this) the "masters," and that she was so excited. I warned her not to go, that it was dangerous, but she assured me she would be careful. Instantly I got this vision of her being abused and beat to death. I am terrified to hear some other girls walk by saying that they were all going to see the "masters" soon. But instead of reaching out to help I let them slip by. Knowing that only pain and death awaited them.

We all decided to start following the stairs down as far as they would go. We made our way down to the second floor where another party was going on that was as offensive as it was just jaw-droppingly shocking! We quickly hurried away down the next flight of stairs. Now the whole time we had been traversing down the stairs were winding, when we finally reached the first floor the stairs stopped winding and became a long straight descent into the museum, but the strangest part was that the stairs led straight to the doorstep of a huge door that was maybe 12 feet tall by 10 feet wide. I have never seen such a door in all my life. It was barred by a wooden bracer that was bigger round then me. Now for something even stranger. Technology was applied to this door. There was a keypad, with blinking lights, and a red light above the door. Whatever was behind this door was apparently not supposed to come out unless it was released from outside. I stared in awe and amazement that deep in this mansion there could be such a device.

The scene then changed to the "masters" who were comprised of women and men, and were indulging themselves in all sorts of pleasurable behaviors. One of the men stopped and revealed that one of the long awaited guest was finally there and that the other would soon be joining them, tonight was their night. It was finally going to happen. I don't know what "IT" is but I was even more terrified of that door than the demon I knew was lurking around killing women, and young girls for pleasure. This door instilled only one emotion, pure terror!

I ran. I ran up the stairs through the doors into the middle of a street right into the headlights of an oncoming car. I ran till my legs wouldn't carry me any further, and fell in tears, and screams of anguish. My soul was being tormented.

I awoke at this point in a cold sweat. It was 6:15am exactly and I felt a little shaken by the vivid, visceral, compunction of the dream. My throat was dry and I needed a glass of water. I went to the kitchen to get one and that is when I decided to start to read my Bible. I prayed and read for about 45 min. Then I watched some early Sunday morning preachers.

After that I was determined to go back in and save those people in my dreams and confront my fears. I have never been able to jump back into a dream before after being awake for over an hour, but feeling compelled to do so I went back in with a purpose.

I gurded myself with armor. Not just any armor, I turned myself into the Dark Knight. Then my armor began to take a life of its own and slowly changed color and form until I was wearing a bright, dazzling, white suit like Batman's except I had a cross down the middle of my chest instead of the Bat insignia. Somehow I knew that my name was (this is corny) the "Cross Knight".

After transforming into the Knight I could change back fluidly with the ease of thought. I broke the door down to the mansion and proceeded to make my way to the "masters" chamber. Along the way I encountered some of the girls I had seen earlier except now they were all huddled together in fear, trying to protect one another. I changed back instantly and told them to leave right NOW! I began to make the climb upward towards the "masters" knowing that my redemption was at hand. I paused before I entered the room, somehow this was all my fault and I was the only one that could restore things to the way I knew things should be. I went in and everything became a blur. They attacked me from every angle but with the quickness of thought I evaded every onslaught. I had won they were all lying face down on the floor. That is when the ground began to shake.

The demon charged ,flames and claws, a blur of red fury reaching to disembowel me to destroy me. Instinctively I conjured up a shield. I had no weapon. He was hammering away like a steel piston, blow after blow, I was being driven back. I had to think fast or I was going to succumb to his attacks. Instinctively I reached for a sword and found one waiting for me. Glowing pure white and emmanating a power deep within I hacked at the demon's side, striking him solidly and watching IT reel from the mighty sword I now wielded. IT was bleeding yellow and green and the blood began to eat away the floor beneath him. IT stared at me with those wild red eyes and lunged for me. Again I lashed out the sword connected with its upper forearm slicing it completely off. The beast howled with rage and frustration. I started in for the kill, when the ground began to shake even more forcefully than before. The other guest had arrived, and it was coming right for me. I dodged their combined attacks gracefully, the one beast with the wounds was getting sloppy and I lopped off another piece of something as IT lunged for another attack. The new monstrosity was even more fierce then the first. Biting and clawing it came for me with a ferocity I had not expected. Before I knew it I was on the ground flat on my back. That is when the first beast decided to attack with a renewed frenzy. Rolling into a ready position I sidestepped his knew attack and plunged my sword deep through its skull and torso. I wrenched my sword free and it dropped convulsing to the floor yellow and green blood begin to pool around it. I turned to face the other beast, and it did the same. Our eyes met then we both yelled and charged, me like braveheart with the sword...and then...I woke up.

That's it. I don't think anyone should analyze this, I just have never entered the same dream after I have been awake for some time. It was all very weird. It seemed so real at times.

I don't think I could explain this. Maybe I'm just plain ol' crazy.

Something for Everyone...

Here is the best news I have read all day, some of this I knew beforehand, but some of it is new. So I am putting THIS out there for one and all.

Read it and have a Great Day!

A Friday and Saturday Sandwich...

It is ridiculous that only one group, or sect of Government is to blame for the "lazy" relief efforts. I do not wish to make this a black and white thing. But I do want to point out that Snipers being "unfortunate" as one National Guardsmen says, is just abhorred.

Is there anything that can be done right?

Well lets see the mayor blamed Bush for the lack of aid. What? How is it his fault that Bush did not have an evacuation plan for New Orleans? When did it become the President's job to watch over an individual city? Also Bush met with the mayor and told him flat out that efforts were just abysmal, and that "something" had to be done. As irate as the mayor was I still don't see where it was any one individual or group's fault. There are only 3 cities that have above par evacuation plans, Washington, Miami, New York. That's it. There are a lot more cities than 3 in this great country of ours.

In the wake of this disaster the U.S., nay the entire world, needs to see this is/was a GIANT WAKE UP CALL!

No one is immune to something like this. Is there one person right now who thinks they can straighten all this out with talk?? If so I urge them to go to aid the relief efforts and fix all their problems in the Astrodome (among various other pseudo shelters nationwide) with words. (I have a brother and a sister-inlaw who are down there right now and they are not influenced by race, creed, or religion, they are their to help in any way, shape, or form needed. They have a clear mission as to what needs to be done. Not what needs to be talked about.

I understand that we need to discuss how to better prepare ourselves for future disaster's such as this. May I point out right now though that this was not an unforseen circumstance, this was a possibility which has been known about for years. Still no plan of attack was ever put into place. These last days the media has been plotting to take higher numbers from insinuating that if it were poor white people instead of poor black people there would have been a quicker response. In rebuttal to this I say look at the trailer parks and you tell me that it would have been different.

It's Thursday

I am supposed to be working on my script today, but instead I am at odds with not one but two more ideas for movies, one that deals with a well known outlaw ( well to some anyway ) and the other well lets just say its better than a movie of the week, or saturday afterschool special...I know that's not saying much.

I think I will let the two battle it out and see who ends up on top.

Ok both ideas to your own corners...now...come out swinging. (Ding) Round 1.

More to come in this exciting Battle Royale!