Sunday, April 11, 2010

The Scooper VS cat fights

Dear cats in my yard,

Lately you cats have been hanging out in our yard. I really don't mind too much because in my mind you are hunting mice and keeping them out of our house. You don't seem to bother the pugs too much, and you pretend to run away so I don't feel the need to pretend to protect my yard. Up until last week it was a relationship that worked for the both of us. For the last week I have noticed that you have had a friend over. Don't get me wrong, if you need someone to pack hunt with go for it. The problem I am having is that you two start to fight like bitches, particularly in the mornings. I should be more specific, in the early mornings next to our bathroom window. You two are loud as hell and I'm getting tired of it. At first I just thought you two were getting it on since I've seen you two chilling together like buds. But those sounds aren't of love but of pussy fighting. You two need to chill before I bring out my auto airsoft gun and put you to the curb. If this continues I will fortify my yard with duck tape on the tops of all the fences and sit guard watching to chase you out. If we have an understanding please let me know by shutting the hell up and placing a dead animal sacrifice (of your choice) on my bar outside as a gift.

Thank you,
The Scooper

P.S. I hate you both.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Letters to prison

For years now I have had a family member that has been in prison... surprisingly not my brother either. For many years I had no contact with this family member as he did threaten to harm other family members with an axe while on drugs. As the years passed by the hatred I had slowly went away and I decided to write him.

We now write back and forth occasionally... well he sadly writes me more often than I write him back. In fact I think in the last 6 months he's written 3 times, including a birthday card and I've written... oh none. In fact I should be writing him right now, but I'm blogging about writing to him instead... his letter is next. He always says he doesn't mind with my lack of replies, but then again who is he to complain.

Recently I found out that he is going to be spending a lot of quality alone time. Not through any real fault of his own, the "politics" as he says it get you doing things just to stay alive. That part really sucks, if I had to go to prison my plan would be to pass out and play possum... it just seems that is would be easier that way. At some point everyone from the top to the bottom is to blame a bit for what goes on in there but in the end it all boils down to... you just put a crap-load of criminals in a room all together, shit is going to happen.

Now that he will be getting some alone time... many many months of it, I realized I should get back to writing to him again. He only has a radio, so anything he gets to read will be great for him. I tried to send him lots of letters before copying our blogs and sends them to him but once I stopped updating it was hard to find a reason to write. Well the new plan is to start sending him random articles or stories I find on the net, along with a real letter here and there. Well wish me luck... although I guess it's more for him.

Monday, April 5, 2010

This blog about a Haunters Convention will suck... so suck it!

My wife and I are slightly into Halloween... well let me correct that statement, I am uber into Halloween and my wife puts up with it. She has grown to enjoy it but just not at the level that I do.

With that in mind we went to a Halloween Haunters Convention in Las Vegas last a couple years ago. It was pretty awesome and we got a few great ideas for our haunt there. We did also learn that after being in a huge area with so much blood and gore, as well as the smells and sounds, that taking breaks more often was a requirement to stay sane. The convention in Vegas was the first... and unfortunately the last on the west coast. We thought the only way we would be able to go to a convention again would be to travel all the way to the Midwest and east coast. Well we were wrong!

On Feb 22 I received an email informing us of a convention here on the west coast this year! Excitedly I opened the email to hear the trombone "wa wa" sound in my head. It's going to be the first annual convention being put on by a group who had never done a convention *** ***** ***** ***. The ***'s were put in to censor my rude joke. I then read on to learn that the convention was being held at a school for the deaf on Salem Oregon that puts on a professional haunted house every year. I would have just laughed it off but my love for Halloween got me to thinking... it's not that far of a drive, my wife could visit a friend or two, and the hotel near there was pretty cheap. So I thought I would keep an eye on how the convention planning played out.

This last weekend we decided that we would indeed attend the convention. I'm hoping it will be more one on one with professional haunters, and my wife is in it for the road trip. Although I've been keeping an eye on their website, I really haven't seen too much to lead me to believe that this convention will be all that great, but it's the best the west coast has to offer and I'm taking it. I emailed the person in charge to try and get a better idea of the workshops and did get an answer of sorts, still leading me to believe that this might not be that great. But I have faith that it will be the greatest convention I go to this year!

So what was the point of this blog... nothing, so suck it!