Night/Day/and stuff.

Woke up this morning at 5:10am. I am sad for the Wife because she was awake before then and is having problems sleeping. I awoke from two dreams last night.

The first dream was a more realistic version of Street Fighter. I was one of the “mutants” we were all rounded up and someone threatened me, so I challenged them to “Mortal Combat” (yes, wrong game, but that was the key word to engage in one on one death match). The reason I say Street Fighter when I am yelling “Mortal Combat” because someone threatened me was the fact it was an animal like person much like the character Blanka.

The second dream was in the ocean(which somehow came out of the first dream). I was looking over footage, bad film footage of strange underwater things. One example was a whale that was used as a torpedo against other ships. There were brief clips of sea monsters and other various things in the water.

Neither dream was very clear, the Street Fighter dream was very short, and the ocean dream was sort of sporadic and even though it was mostly looking over film footage, the part where I was in the ocean trying to stay above water, knowing that there were 2,000 feet of water below me and no land in site (and no boat) kind of freaked me out.

Today I will be working a full day, then coming home and probably napping til wife gets off work. I really do feel bad for her.

The news is going on how another terror plot was foiled, now your not allowed to have toothpaste, bottled water, and anything else like that on carry-on luggage. Yes, I feel even safer. Thank you Homeland Security for making us even more like a police state. This mean someone is going to try and smuggle a bomb in using a baby, they will outlaw babies?

Wait a minute, that is not a bad idea, maybe I can sell an extremist on that idea, so he will get caught and they will outlaw babies.

Yes, now my very tired and rambling mind needs to plan how we can outlaw children. Americans are gullible enough to buy it, I am sure of this.

I am tired, need more coffee so I am out for now.

Dreams 7-29-18

Last night I had a dream that really kind of bothered me.

It was in an old house my parents had rented when I was a kid, on Iron Street. There were some differences, mainly my parents were the same age they are now (as was I), there were flourescent lights behind plexiglass advertisements on the corner of the wall/ceiling and my parents were sitting there being a bit spacey.

A younger brunette with a very alternative look was there as well. She introduced herself to me, but something bothered me when she did so (and I cannot seem to remember her name). She followed me around my parents house while I got some coffee and lunch. I noticed some weird plastic cap thingees in the sink. 

The dark haired girl with the peircings and chopped up tee-shirt kept coming on to me (no it was not a representation of the wife), she was in the corner of my dream house somewhere and I knew it). She even went so far as to push her ass up against me every chance she got. But I continued to ignore her.

I went back out into the living room, just as I was doing that, my little brother Bear was shooting up drugs (heroin). I freaked out on him and he said my parents were doing it as well. It dawned on me that they were nodding out and I immediately understood the plastic thingees were needle caps.

I freaked out, went into the living room and confronted my parents. They said that yes, they are doing it. I found out it was from the dark haired alternative girl that they started and it was too late for them to now quit. 

I immediately woke up. Its not that my parents haven’t tried all drugs (they have), but they have never been fond of forcing drugs into your veins directly. I also realize this dream most likely because my aunt Ines had a heart attack last week (sounds even more severe then my mother’s two years ago). She lived a life of a junkie, not my parents sometimes doing drugs or drinking, but a full blown, sticking needles in her arm with her daughter (my cousin) Sarah.

I worry about my mom. She is the youngest of them (Ines is 59, my mom 57, and the oldest aunt Ardis is 62 I believe). My mom is likely to be hurt and cry if something happens to Ines. Sadly enough Ines never really acted like she cared about my mom (most junkies don’t/can’t care about others while fucked up) and never really contacted my mom, after her big heart attack. So I honestly don’t feel emotional at all about my middle aunt having a heart attack. Of course I don’t want to see her die, but selfishly that is mostly so I don’t have to see my mom suffer.

Well, that is it for now, exhausted, maybe I can get back to sleep.

Quasi Weird Dream

I dreamt I was in an accounting class (much like the ones I have taken last couple of quarters). Strange thing was, it was in the old Bellingham High School (not the redone new version). With cracked pipes, ceiling falling in, old wooden desks and drafty windows.

The girl behind me was freaking out because we were expected to know Chapter 11 from the previous quarter, but we had never covered it. I kept trying to explain it to her but she wouldn’t listen to me.

So I left class, there was some interchange with other students and I went downstairs with Sage to meet up with ‘s mom. Who turned out in the dream to not be a pasty white woman with many neurosis, rather it was a rather large black woman, who was much thinner then she used to be. She was very proud of her weight loss and soon they were going to fix her myopic eyesite (she wore huge binocular like glasses).

We got in the car and started heading down Iowa, it was snowing and she was all over the road (I have a feeling she really couldn’t see) but I still trusted her driving. We got almost all the way down Iowa, then his mom crashed the car because of an oncoming rush of people, hitting a little old lady weighing maybe 40lbs in her wheelchair.

I ran outside of the car and saw she was pretty skeletal. At this exact point a brief thought crossed my mind that she couldn’t be living (and I have a feeling at this point my dream could really have gone awry with living dead). Rather the little old lady looked up and asked me to help, that they were picking on her.

I picked the little old lady (she wasn’t quite as skeletal) and moved back in the direction of where the gaggle of old people (they turned out to all be old people). Evidently a group of young punks were picking on them (probably 15-22 years old). There were about 12 or 15 of the little punks and I waded in and kicked them out, I was also telling W to call the cops. Most scattered (I was super pissed at them, while holding the little old lady). 

One of the younger ones walked up and tried talking shit. For some reason I knew he was Marshall King’s little brother (but thinking about it, at his age he would have to be Marshall’s kid, but strangely enough he looked like Rob, an old friend Jay’s little brother). Some words were exchanged and eventually he backed down. I then began walking towards the hospital with the little old lady still in my arms, crying because they picked on her.

God I woke up pissed this morning (and way earlier then I have been waking up this week (about 7:15 or so)>

Dreams 6-15-2006

Last night was the night of weird dreams. I only really remember one.

A very large group of us went to an old abandoned movie theater, they were doing a one shot “slasher” flick. Pretty much everyone I know was there, including my little brother, but no Wife. 
We sat down in this musty, mildewy theater to watch a very traditional like slasher. There were four or five girls there who acted as Theater helpers, bringing food and stuff. One of the girls was incredibly fat, but as the movie ended I realized she had a bubble of slime on her side (as if her skin was putrefying), she wasn’t dead or anything, she said it was an infection.
For some reason I still had a pair of green Nitrile gloves from work (they  are some fancy new rubber gloves I get to wear at work that protect from the epoxys/chemicals, they look exactly like disposable gloves, except green). When the movie was over the phone rang. The theater room was just like any theater you sit in, except at the top area (where you walk in) is a concession stand right there, with a couple of couches, sort of like a one room theater instead of a foyer, then a room).
I answered the phone and the person on the other end told me we had won a trip to the next filming of the next slasher movie. We were given a choice of three locations (they were making three movies), one was on an island, another up in the woods and he only mumbled the third. The whole group (including everyone in my BT game except wifey) and the additional people were clamoring for the island. Something was bothering me though and I didn’t like the situation.
For some reason I decided to leave separate from everyone else. I went out the back door while everyone else went out the front door (looked like we were on Samish Way). They wandered down the street talking. I stopped just under the eaves of the theater roof and looked back. For some reason I went back inside and heard the fat chick talking on her cell phone that “it was successful”. She was really starting to ooze. At this exact moment I was thirsty and for some reason looked in the fridge at the concession stand to see if they had any cans of coke or pepsi. Inside I saw three shelves of “cakes”. They looked exactly like skinny/tiny cheerleaders, three to a baking sheet with no arms/legs (they weren’t full size people, it looked like a normal size full baking sheet with miniature people). The fat chick smiled and told me they were cakes. Something in me said they weren’t and I smiled at her and backed away.
I stepped back out the door and I noticed it was raining. I looked at my gloved hands and noticed there was slime running off of them. For some reason I was extremely worried about that slime and put it under the runoff from the roof to clean off the gloves. I double checked the rest of my body to make sure the slime never touched my body.
I then stepped around the corner of the theater and towards the road. It was a small road that intersected with Samish way. There were three cars at the stop sign (third one was just coming down the hill to the stop, the other two were already stopped). The first car had a young japanese male driving with a dust face mask covering his nose and mouth. He drove out into Samish, as he pulled out a Semi hit him coming down Samish, rolling over the middle of his car and crushing it beneath its weight.
The second car disappeared from view as I watched the third car come to a stop. It was an old man driving, for some reason there was no front windshield. He was watching me as he stopped. The car slowly (as in slow motion) stopped, and flipped over its front end, much like a bicycle does when someone hits the front brake. The entire time he was watching me as the top of the car hit the ground and slowly crushed him, gore flying everywhere.
I crossed the street, ignoring what was happening. For some reason I knew if I stopped I would be the next to die. Across the little street (parallel to Samish) was a gas station. I crossed by the pumps and just as I got past I saw what looked to be a go-cart looking thing made to resemble an SUV crash into the gas pump, the look of horror on the younger girl (probably 17) as the gas pump exploded, her skin slowly erupted into flames, as her face started to melt off. The worst part was her screaming.
Thats when I woke up.


I was watching the news. Evidently Bush is passing a tax cut for 70Billion dollars through the House and may pass the Senate today.

The Republicans are touting it as a victory. I am just confused on why we are cutting taxes when the government is spending an ever increasing amount on military and “Homeland Security” so this means the government has to borrow more?

In addition how can any normal person think this is good. Here is the breakdown.

If you make $1,000,000 a year, the tax saves you $43,000
If you make $50,000  it saves you $43

So once again its a tax cut for the rich. They always say that if you cut taxes it allows people to spend more on the economy. I don’t necessarily doubt this, except to say that if you tax cut on the rich, it wont increase the economy as much as if you tax cut $70 Billion off the poor.

The rich already don’t have to spend all their money monthly. There is no guarantee that they will spend all their money on “investing into the economy”. However, if you cut $70 Billion off the poor and middle class (up to 50,000, if you make more then 50,000 your not middle class) then they will end up spending ALL of that money back into the economy, considering they don’t have all this extra money to stash, they need all the money and they need to spend it.

It just seems another “for the rich” issue.

Fuck I really want to move out of this piece of shit country. Sad part is, I actually do love the Country, I fucking hate our rich elite government. However, I am not seeing how any changes are really going to occur, unless its our government bankrupting itself.

United 93

So wtf is up with the movie United 93. I have a few objections.

1. We don’t know the real story, we have a few cell phone communications, by no means could we possibly know that the way shit went down, actually went down that way. So in my opinion its about as truthful to say its a “TRUE STORY” as it is to say that the South won the civil war.

2. Am I the only one horrified that Hollywood is profiting off such a horrible tragedy. It would be different if all profits for United 93 were pledged to the families of United 93, but they are not. Its purely Hollywood profit on a horrible situation.

3. Propaganda. Its a propaganda piece designed to re-stoke our outrage. Its purely a heart tugger meant to reassure us our war on terrorism and Islam is true.

That last part is what bothers me most. Our war in Iraq has the least support ever, as does our support for the prick of a president we have in George Bush. Yet now comes out the story of United 93. Don’t get me wrong, I dont think Hollywood made the movie as a propaganda piece, but I think the media and ultimately the government is pushing it. Three different news stations I have watched are now promo-ing on how its an accurate story that everyone should watch.

I firmly believe our shadow government has happened on the idea to try and reinvigorate our desire for revenge and to shore up support for Iraq and possible war with Iran by trying to “remind us” why we are doing this war.

Funny thing is, it only reminds me that Saddam had absolutely nothing to do with 9-11 and in actuality, even with as horrible as he was, he kept the Middle east, and especially Iraq stable. There was no home for the terrorists in his country and even though he saber-rattled, he had actually obeyed all the edicts. Our oil prices were lower, terrorism attacks were lower and our approval in the world was higher.

We were totally in the right with Afghanistan, but seeing as we never even finished there, the fact that Osama can avoid the most powerful country in the world and the fact we are getting our asses kicked in Iraq and we should pull out makes me believe its totally feasible that this piece of crap movie is being greenlighted and pushed so hard by our government in another not-so subtle attempt at manipulating us.

The problem is, Americans are sheep and they will follow where the big men point.

Counterpoint to buying a house

I suggest everyone go to this website, they have a great set of calculators for different financing things (we are using it in my finance class up at WWU). I by no means am an expert, however, there were a few little facts I have learned recently in my accounting degree that have indicated buying a house is not as valuable as investing free money.

Here are two fairly common (and I am sure wiggles can verify the numbers aren’t that out of line) house loans.

APR: 6.900 %
Payment Term: 360 Months (30 years)
Total amount financed: $250,000.00
Monthly Payments: $1,646.50
Total payments: $592,740.60
Finance charge* $342,740.60
Amortization method: Normal

This is for a fairly standard 250,000 house. So in the end you are paying over 150% worth of the house’s value in interest alone. This is only for a 30 year loan.

Now, you want to make it a little cheaper, go for the 40 year loan:

APR: 6.900 %
Payment Term: 480 Months (40 years)
Total amount financed: $250,000.00
Monthly Payments: $1,535.45
Total payments: $737,022.67
Finance charge* $487,022.67
Amortization method: Normal

So in the end for a 250,000 house (which seems low to average for Whatcom County) you are paying almost 3/4 of a million dollars, you are saving 130 a month, but paying 165,000 dollars in interest extra to save you that 130 a month. YOU ARE PAYING ALMOST 3 TIMES THE VALUE OF THE HOUSE.

Now, if you were to invest this money, say 1,000 a month, and then spend the other 600 for rent (which apartments run in the market) you can earn this by investing that supposed house payment into real things like stocks/bonds/etc. Here is what you can earn.

APR: 6.90%
this is pretty average return, stocks can go as high as 10% which increases the amount you earn alot
Monthly Payment $1,000
Payment Term 360 Months (30 years)
Amount of Return of Investment: $1,196,170.35
Amount this will have Grown to in 30 years with that return:

Now lets do this for 40 years.

APR: 6.90%
this is pretty average return, stocks can go as high as 10% which increases the amount you earn alot
Monthly Payment $1,000
Payment Term 480 Months (40 years)
Amount of Return of Investment: $2,552,250.79
Amount this will have Grown to in 40 years with that return:

So what we are saying is either A: you can pay 592,740 for 30 years to own a house (or 737,022 for 40 year mortgage). and have a house not worth to even close that.

Or you can invest that money in stocks/bonds/mutual funds/ cd’s get the 6.9% fairly easy and make after thirty years 1,196,170.35 in the bank (at $1,000 a month) or after fourty years make 2,552,250.79 at 1,000 a month investment.

Sorry, houses are only good for people that can buy, and then turn around and sell them for a profit in a relatively short time.

None of this takes into account the bubble bursting, which there are signs of in New York and Boston. One of the ways the realty people are getting around the bubble bursting now is by offering 50 year loans back east.

In addition, that monthly house payment of 1600 DOES NOT INCLUDE INSURANCE OR TAXES which are pretty hefty in themselves, there is an additional 500 a month at least that could be added to your investing (which more then 150% bonus to investment  with the way returns work) or can get you an $1100 apartment which is pretty nice.

Seriously, whats a better investment, pay for a house, that you have to worry about paying off for 30 or 40 years (or if your really stupid 50) and have to repair out of your own pocket, or rent an apartment, and invest that money to get 1.1 or 2.5 million in the bank.


This morning I got up and started channel surfing. Of course there are a ton of religious programs. Four of the programs I watched stated we are in a religious war and we need to fight it out. One of them (Jimmy Swaggert) said the Koran is not written about love and that we need to end the religion. JS was quoting we need to go to war with Muslims in order to fulfill biblical prophecies. The other three Fundies were quoting almost the same thing.

So, did I read a unreal copy of the bible. I am pretty damn sure Jesus said love your neighbor, judge not, and obey the ten commandments (one of which is Do not Kill, not “do not kill a christian” just do not kill). 

What the fuck is wrong with Christianity (not everyone follows this, but almost unilaterally the fundie preachers do). Yes, once again I am reminded why I am a deist, not because I don’t believe in god (I do), and not even that I don’t believe in Jesus (I do, but I also believe god approached us through buddhism, hinduism, etc, etc, not just Christianity) but because organized religion is the bane of real spirituality.

Organized religion is about power, not about spirituality. Its about arbitrary rules that Jesus or the ten commandments never said. Hell Jesus boiled it down to one commandment. Love your neighbor. This “go to war, burn the homosexuals because its wrong, and perform the death penalty” type attitude is the opposite of anything I read from any of the prophets, but especially opposite of Jesus.

My opinion:

Christianity is the anti-Christ, leading poor hapless unthinking individuals in the opposite direction Jesus preached. Love and forgiveness has disappeared into a dark pit of capitalism, rigidity, and pride.

I am pretty sure Jesus preached that the biggest responsibility of man is his fellow man. However 99% of Christians I have ever met don’t give regularly to the poor, let alone do what Jesus said (when he told his followers give away your riches, if someone asks for your shirt, you give it to them).

Christianity as a general rule (there are exceptions) is the most hypocritical of religions I have ever seen, Jewish, Muslim and Buddhists I have met actually follow their religion closer then most “american christians”. If you don’t give to the poor, if you don’t believe in loving your neighbor and not judging and if you are not against killing others no matter what reason (talking Iraq and even Death penalty here) then you are a hypocrite.

Oh, I am feeling a rant coming (lol not like this isn’t already a mini-rant) so I will stop.

WHAT THE FUCK, 3 of the 4 fundies just said Islam is our enemy. GOD DAMN HYPOCRITES.

Did I miss the memo?

I have been thinking a lot recently of the Conservative Christian movement (and God Warrior is the one that sparked it).

When did Jesus say it was ok to kill someone for any reason? I am pretty damn sure Jesus doesnt want anyone killed for any reason, not for your own safety, not for your family’s safety, not for any reason at all.

I am pretty sure there is a commandment stating “Thou Shalt Not Kill”. I am also sure that its not “Thou shalt not kill, unless its a terrorist or a non-believer”. So at what point did the memo go out to the Republican Christians that invading another country for the safety of our own (and I wont even go into the fallacy of that, nor compare it to Germany invading Austria for its own defense). Did the Republicans get a memo from Jesus that said ignore my message of peace?

I am also pretty sure Jesus said give the clothes off your back to the poor, walk away from your riches and follow his message, yet most of those Conservative Christians make a lot of money and don’t really do any good with it.

I am also sure that Jesus said “Render unto Ceaser that which is Ceaser’s” (indicating taxes), but the Republic Conservative Christians are the first to cut taxes, find loopholes or hide their money from taxes or at the very least complain (I have never complained about taxes, nor have I ever refused to pay or tried to hide money).

Where is the memo, I must have missed the Jesus II: The Clarification memo?

Sorry, this is a small rant, I wish I had time for the one that is in my head.

Oil Barons

Oh, its confirmed, the oil companies this quarter have broken historical records of the largest profits in a single quarter in all of corporate history. Exxon led with 9.9 BILLION profit, with the other four large companies right behind.

Yesterday representatives of all five went before Congress, when a republican senator asked for them to be sworn in, the head Congressman in charge of the investigation refused them and told them that they would not allow forcing the CEO’s to be sworn in and be held under oath on why they charge what they do, hmm can we say oil money bought him. For some reason even with all the supposed problems and storms, their profits are actually officially up 62% since last year.

fucking thieving corporate assholes, I so can’t wait until the oil runs out and we have to go to biodesiel.