Thank you good sir... you will be missed...

In a sad announcement today, Jerry Reed passed away at the age of 71 from complications with emphysema. Aside from his light hearted way of life, his natural act in front of the camera, and unforgettable characters on screen... His music is what will last forever. Keep it east bound and down good buddy and ride that damn thing all the way to heaven! Gear jammers across the world, make way for the Snowman... he's on his way home...

Have you ever... (pt.2)

So to continue, I have also apparently been compared to a character by the name of Capt. Malcolm 'Mal' Reynolds played by Nathan Fillion in the Sci-Fi television show Firefly. Now I have to admit, I did like this show, so it was a bit of an ego boost to hear this one come up. Again, another sarcastic individual that just gets the job done... I'm starting to see a theme here...



Lastly, along with the list of smart assed go getters that I have already been compared to, there is this gentleman. The one... the only... Ferris Bueller. I guess it's from all those so called scams I pulled off in high school... I have no idea what those might have been. >:-) Pretty sure this one doesn't need a video hehehehe.

Have you ever...

While sitting down having a few Tecates with a bunch of friends, someone at the table said that I act like Dennis Leary when I get upset. They continued to compare some of my rants to his stand up calling out how that I cant help but make a vicious point without adding humor too it. Not to mention the apparent pace at which I dole out any said rant. Sadly... I kind of agree. So I have been taking a bit of a poll with those who know me in person... "If I were and actor or any other person in the public eye, who would you compare me too?"


First up... Jethro Gibbs (Mark Harmon) from NCIS
I have been told that my mannerism are quite similar to his, direct and to the point with a wicked twist of sarcasm, not to mention his love for coffee. I would say that it definitely rivals mine. I never really saw the correlation until I sat down one weekend and watched a few re-runs on t.v. Asking my self "Am I that much of an ass? Humm, guess I am."

Sad thing is, in certain circumstances I say "I'm sorry" quite often... hmmmm time to re-evaluate that lol.




Second is, well Dennis Leary. I think the video speaks for itself... and yes I have BLOWN up in a coffee shop like this... well before I knew this video existed lol (NSFW due to language)



I think we will make this one a multi part post... more to come :-)

Holy smoking double bogey Batman...

Don't you just hate it when you are in one of those funks. Well, I'm in one. I have never claimed to be a good golfer... but I'm alright. I was actually on the straight and narrow there for a while. Shooting in the high 80's low 90's... not bad all things considered. Lately though... as in the last 4 damn times I have gone out, oh it's horrid. Not just horrid, I would compare my golf game right now to something along the lines of what a baby would look like if Flavor Flav and Roseanne Barr had a kid with 4 legs. Oh yea... it's that bad. I have been slicing the hell out of everything. Far right, far right... toe it off to the damn right. So I have closed the club face a bit, made my hand positions on my grip a bit stronger, hell... I even tossed the ball up in the air and took a crack at it like it was a baseball... yup, sliced it too. On TOP of all of that, I haven't been able to clear my mind on the course. As soon as I address the ball, the land of a thousand thought come flying in. Everything from did I lock the truck to I wonder if there is air in the tires on my mountain bike.

Oh OH and get this... the most recent thing... my 20th high school reunion... yea... why THAT has been on my mind... I have no friggin clue. I even had a nightmare about it last night. I say nightmare, cause it sure as hell wasn't any fun. Everyone was all dressed up in nice cloths talking about the things that they do now... And here I am, in my cargo shorts, one of my many golf shirts and my Houston Texans visor on. One person (who will remain nameless) mentioned to me that they were in the cattle business. Striking my curiosity, I responded "Oh really? Angus, Brahman, Hereford?" In return I got "Well I don't know all about that stuff you just said, but I'm in the cattle business" (for those of you who don't know.... those are breeds) To top it all off, the damn reunion was in MY HOUSE! Oh I don't friggin think so... wanna see how fast ChuCK can throw people down the street? Invite all the people I went to high school with to my house and you will soon find out. Everything about that damn dream was wrong or demented. I'm sure there is some psycho babble theory out there that I have some hidden resentment about my life or I am questioning how well things are for me. Why that is, again, I don't know. I'm not the type of person that feels the need to keep up with the "guy next door". Buying new stuff just because I saw him walk in with a new T.V. or something. No need for that at all. As long as my family is taken care of, that is worth life itself. Well... in my book anyways...

So where does this leave me? I'll tell you where... a shitty golf game, no beer in the fridge, and a fear to sleep because the LAST thing I want to be reminded of is some of the people I went to school with. But hey, I am looking on the bight side. I have a 16 year black label scotch in the bar downstairs that is just smoking awesome. Mainly because the store I go to gave me a discount on it... because they said it was too old and from last Christmas. They didn't want it on the shelves anymore. Scotch... too old.... "You have any more in the back ma'am? I will be happy to take this nasty old firewater off your hands."

Best news all day...

In the best news I have heard ALL day long... Mark David Chapman was once again, denied parole. This is the 9th time he has been denied parole based on concerns for public safety and welfare. He will be eligible again to apply for parole in 2010. Continue to rot in prison you evil man.

For those of you who don't know, Chapman murdered John Lennon on December 8th, 1980. Lennon was shot 4 times while entering his apartment building with his wife Yoko Ono. Lennon was pronounced dead on arrival in the Emergency Room at the Roosevelt Hospital in New York at 11:15 p.m. after being transported there in the back of a police car.

Theme song...

I have often wondered what my theme song would be. Something that would describe who I am in the form of music and lyrics. Well, in digging through my collection I found one that just about sums it up... here it is...


The Charlie Daniels Band - Simple Man
I ain't nothin' but a simple man
They call me a redneck I reckon that I am
But there's things going on
That make me mad down to the core.

I have to work like a dog to make ends meet
There's crooked politicians and crime in the street
And I'm madder'n hell and I ain't gonna take it no more.

We tell our kids to just say no
Then some panty waist judge lets a drug dealer go
Slaps him on the wrist and then he turns him back out on the town.

Now if I had my way with people sellin' dope
I'd take a big tall tree and a short piece of rope
I'd hang 'em up high and let 'em swing 'til the sun goes down

Well, you know what's wrong with the world today
People done gone and put their Bible's away
They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land
The good book says it so I know it's the truth
An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth
You better watch where you go and remember where you been
That's the way I see it I'm a Simple Man.

Now I'm the kinda man that'd not harm a mouse
But if I catch somebody breakin in my house
I've got twelve guage shotgun waiting on the other side

So don't go pushing me against my will
I don't want to have to fight you but I damn sure will
So if you don't want trouble then you'd better just pass me on by

As far as I'm concerned there ain't no excuse
For the raping and the killing and the child abuse
And I've got a way to put an end to all that mess

Just take them rascals out in the swamp
Put 'em on their knees and tie 'em to a stump
Let the rattlers and the bugs and the alligators do the rest

You know what's wrong with the world today
People done gone and put their Bible's away
They're living by the law of the jungle not the law of the land
The Good Book says it so I know it's the truth
An eye for and eye and a tooth for a tooth
You better watch where you go and remember where you been
That's the way I see it I'm a Simple Man

More insight into the mind of ChuCK... (pt.6)

Well, this will be the finally stop on this long trip of no useful information. If you have been following this, you can tell that my tastes are all over the map. I will leave you now, short winded, with the final installment of music that meant something to me in my later teen years...




































Years have past...I listen to every style now

More insight into the mind of ChuCK... (pt.5)

I know I have left several out on the last one... but for a reason. Either I can't find them, but more likely there is just not enough time for me to dig them out. As I got older my taste in music, although it was still holding on to the past, had changed quite a bit. As with most things... age helped score a deeper shot with the music I listened too. It meant so much more to me... So here is a continuation that is VERY close to the same time period as the last part. This is where time starts to slow down in my musical history...





-I'm still sorry...

More insight into the mind of ChuCK... (pt.4)

Ok, fresh day, fresh set of music. I know the end of the last one kind of went south real quick. There were several things going on in the world, not to mention mine, that really drew me to experiment in the different kind of music that was out there. No, for those of you who know the real me, drugs were not involved lol. I would say that there are very few people on this planet that are not related to me that know the REAL me... and get it. Cosmo, my friend, you are one of them. Even through all my antics, acts of Don Juan-ism, and the fact that I swore it was ok for a girl to sit on your lap because there was no room in the car... every weekend... You have been there and I thank you. I still remember the day I met you, uncompromising then about who you are and to this day the same conviction is alive and well. NO he's not gay people, but if he were and I were... well, yea... I admit... I'd do him. LOL. Now that we have all the mushy stuff out of the way, the darker years of my life were rolling on. I was still listening to the same music matter of fact I was actually going back in time and listening to more of the stuff I heard on 8-Track and vinyl when I was younger... every now and then a current track snuck into my life. This is where I warn you that there is NO consistency in what I listened to or remember... we are rolling into my high school years people... hold on lol.





























Wow... that was an odd one to revisit lol I could have posted about 20 more... maybe next time.

Cosplay meet ChuCK... ChuCK, meet Cosplay. Ok WTF was that?!?!

Evening all, well it is for me anyways and I'm wore the hell out. So there is a special someone in my life that has been talking about San-Japan for a while now. For the uneducated like myself, San Japan is a non-profit group that holds yearly Japanese Culture and Anime Convention. So let me break this down for you, having just experiencing a whole day of it, it had more to do with dressing up in costume and buying a ton of Japanese Anime stuff. They definitely are holding a bit of creative liberty with the whole Japanese culture thing. There was only two booths that were, what I would call Japanese culture in nature. The rest were all figurines, books, and costumes.... So, anyways, we started our adventure driving to Downtown San Antonio. That in it's own rights is an entertaining experience. I hadn't been there in years, but my foggy memory got us to the right spot. The good thing is, once we parked it was pretty easy to find where we were going... because it looked like we had been dropped in the middle of a power hour on Cartoon Network. There were more colors of hair than there are colors in a Crayola box. Needless to say, my golf polo and visor I was wearing was a dead give away of the n00b in town. I stood in line for a bit for the registration and looked around wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into... There were people walking around with over sized 5 foot swords, a guy wearing a school girls skirt outfit (nasty ass hairy legs included), and several people that needed a bit more of their bodies covered up. For the better of 4 hours there was a burning of a rave beat drilled into my head from the blasting music while I was wandering around looking at everyone. Then off in the distance across the room there was a crowd looking at a group of people fighting... with cardboard. Sad thing is, one of the guys was about in tears because his sword that he had worked on for 5 hours bent and was constantly floppy. This is where I learned what Cosplay was first hand. Sure I had seen pictures on the net, seen videos on YouTube, hell even been told all about it by a good friend of mine... but it's something all together different when you see it first hand. They were absolutely sold that they were the actual characters they were dressed up as. Even to the tune of butchering the Japanese language... which felt odd when I corrected them. Kids to adults were all dressed up moving around the rooms like they were in a movie, some of them even crawling on the ground to stay "in character". As the day went on, the people showing up were almost in a battle of "one upmanship" to better the person next to them with their tricked out costumes. There was even a repair shop booth... that's right, a place to walk on up and get your gear and costume repaired on the spot! I'm in the wrong business because those guys were raking in the money. All in all it was an interesting day and we plan on making this an annual trip. I don't think that I will be dressing up anytime soon, but it was a lot of fun to watch people just enjoy themselves with no reservation. Outside of the freaky old guy with the camera taking pictures of skimpy dressed girls that were old enough to be his grand daughters, everyone was cool. I didn't like that guy much... and had no problem speaking my mind about it... I think this might be the start of a new game in life for me... called ChuCK_AmuCK was here! Notice the name on the badge? Damn right I did and no one even came close to trying to stop me...