Coffee, the elixir of life. I’m your typical recovering alcoholic, smoke like I may never be able to smoke again and drink coffee like I did my liquor, day and night, gallons at a time. Not snooty about my coffee, but I can’t stand the cheapest stuff that tastes like it was swept off the floor. That’s what they brew at work, tight budget and all, I choked it down for years, gotta have that java fix, even though it’s straight from hell. Our secretary (from the fair land of Costa Rica, where coffee is cherished), these days brews a “secret” pot of the good stuff that a few of us are blessed to thankfully enjoy.
From another email sent by my Gramps, entitled “Breathalyzer (the written test)”. I’m not sure if my Grandpa knows that I grew up to be the raging-est of alcoholics or that I managed to clean myself up almost 9 years ago. Also not sure if there would be disappointed and then relief, probably best to just leave that alone. One of a few things left that I have a hard time forgiving myself for, is my DUI, 13 years ago. Must have drove drunk 1000 times, but what made this so “special” was there was an accident and my son was sitting next to me in his car seat. Not my proudest moment by a long shot, in fact, along with 3 or 4 other events, something that should damn me to hell. So there is inherent humor in the activities of a stumbling bumbling slurring drunk, but there’s some thing tragic there too.
Figured I needed to insert some music in this non-musical post…Epic female fronted in Spanish EBM/Industrial (did I mention it was epic?) by way of my electronic music prophet Rafael Prayers…
Hocico – Without a God
Super high quality, sci-fi gore and brutality…
“PostHuman”
Short but “sweet”…
“The Sad Tale of Bad Breath Joe”
this one’s a trip, good action and I love claymation…
“Ward 13″