OK, Today I TRIED to do something nice for the wife (who shall be hence forth known as Wife, FYI.), I decided to clean out and defrost our mini fridge...
First let me explain a bit about the fridge, Its about 3.5 ft tall, and it has one of the metal shelves up at the top that is the freezer section. Interesting note: that metal basket is a cleverly hidden series of tubes the the Freon like shit they use runs through to cool the fridge, cool huh? yea I didn't know that....
So back to the story. There was about 3 inches of solid ice built up on this, and I was trying to hurry to surprise Wife, So I decide to use a small phillipshead screwdriver to chip out some of the bigger chunks. all was going well for the first fifteen minutes or so until god him self descended from heaven and focused the force of an Arctic storm directly into my face, Or so it seemed at the time.
After the shock and realisation that I was in fact, still alive, and not standing before my maker awaiting my final judgement. I tired to piece together what had just happened as I could no longer see out of my right eye and the side of my face felt as if I had a slight sunburn. It seems as I was chiseling out the ice I punctured One of the tubes holding the compressed Freon, and just like an adult film star I got a direct shot to the face.
You know sometime life seems funny, here I was possibly blind and a half frozen face, yet the olny thing i was worried about was how to tell the Wife that we need a new fridge....
Well at least I can have a cool Evil Villain Name: Frost Eye.
I know, you're jealous....
-Rusty
Thursday, May 6, 2010
The Protest....
There I was, it was like waking up from a half sleep, I’m in the front of the line my breath is trapped by the impromptu “gas mask” I made for myself my only protection from the chemicals the are so willing to use on me is nothing more a cheap handkerchief hastily tied around my nose and mouth.
I feel the crowd surge behind me as I stare past the reflection of his face shield past the balaclava and into this man’s eyes. They seem cold and piercing, so much hate. What makes me different than him? At one point I thought about becoming an officer of the law. That seems so long ago, before I realized the law is only determined by the corrupt people that are willing to write them in knowing full well they are the criminals for doing so.
Suddenly I am pulled from my thoughts as I feel the crowd push again, I feel the air is tense with a sense of dread, like the eerie calm before the storm hits, I see his leather gloved hand tighten around the rubber griped metal club that they are “legally” allowed to use on unarmed civilians. I look to my left as I hear someone yell “Gas!” I can hear the pop of canisters going off in the crowd around me. As I turn to get away from the chemicals, which now burns painfully in my eyes and throat, I see my friend fall to the ground as I stop to help him up and suddenly I hear a faint ringing as everything turns black.
My vision starts to come back to me as I become dimly aware that I am sitting on the sidewalk with my back against a faded and cracked brick wall of some nameless building, the ringing in my ears has subsided to a faint hum, my friend is sitting next to me smoking a cigarette his hands shaking as he tries to offer me some. I decline as I reach up to feel the back of my throbbing head. I find I am bleeding, not much, but enough to tell me that my friend behind the face shield had decided that helping my friend from the ground had been cause enough to use a glorified metal club on me. Funny how things go, I went there for peace and was met with violence, and yet it was reported that we, the unarmed protesters, had provoked the conflict, but fortunately the police were able to stem the protest and keep peace.
I sit in this dirty unknown street and think why did we do this? Did it accomplish anything? I subjected my body to chemical and physical abuse, and did we have anything to show for it? Then a moment of clarity hit me, through the pain, through the noise of the street, and through the confusion. I did this to stand up for what I believe in, for what I think is right, I did this to show that I would take there abuse to show that I am not scared and will not back down or fade into the darkness and hide.
-Rusty
I feel the crowd surge behind me as I stare past the reflection of his face shield past the balaclava and into this man’s eyes. They seem cold and piercing, so much hate. What makes me different than him? At one point I thought about becoming an officer of the law. That seems so long ago, before I realized the law is only determined by the corrupt people that are willing to write them in knowing full well they are the criminals for doing so.
Suddenly I am pulled from my thoughts as I feel the crowd push again, I feel the air is tense with a sense of dread, like the eerie calm before the storm hits, I see his leather gloved hand tighten around the rubber griped metal club that they are “legally” allowed to use on unarmed civilians. I look to my left as I hear someone yell “Gas!” I can hear the pop of canisters going off in the crowd around me. As I turn to get away from the chemicals, which now burns painfully in my eyes and throat, I see my friend fall to the ground as I stop to help him up and suddenly I hear a faint ringing as everything turns black.
My vision starts to come back to me as I become dimly aware that I am sitting on the sidewalk with my back against a faded and cracked brick wall of some nameless building, the ringing in my ears has subsided to a faint hum, my friend is sitting next to me smoking a cigarette his hands shaking as he tries to offer me some. I decline as I reach up to feel the back of my throbbing head. I find I am bleeding, not much, but enough to tell me that my friend behind the face shield had decided that helping my friend from the ground had been cause enough to use a glorified metal club on me. Funny how things go, I went there for peace and was met with violence, and yet it was reported that we, the unarmed protesters, had provoked the conflict, but fortunately the police were able to stem the protest and keep peace.
I sit in this dirty unknown street and think why did we do this? Did it accomplish anything? I subjected my body to chemical and physical abuse, and did we have anything to show for it? Then a moment of clarity hit me, through the pain, through the noise of the street, and through the confusion. I did this to stand up for what I believe in, for what I think is right, I did this to show that I would take there abuse to show that I am not scared and will not back down or fade into the darkness and hide.
-Rusty
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Virgin Post.
Well, this is my first post, and we shall see how it goes. Will it be a happy time in which I find I like blogging and let it help me grow as a person, Or will this turn out to be some unstoppable monster I create that breaks free and lets lose on a world of unsuspecting sheep? Will it be a time of happiness and learning, or a horror filled circus for the mentally disturbed.
So, you're still here are you, Well then, Welcome, and let me introduce myself. I have been around for 27 years or so, and in that time I have learned a few thing (grammar and punctuation are not among them, Deal with it.) Over time my knowledge will trickle out in my writing, but do not let this fool you into thinking this blog has any kind of meaning to it.
My views are often askew from the hash smoke that seems to follow me around, or my constant vigilance against the upcoming zombie Apocalypse. You never now If you might find some wisdom or lose a few brain cells while you're here.
Welcome to my corner.
-Rusty
So, you're still here are you, Well then, Welcome, and let me introduce myself. I have been around for 27 years or so, and in that time I have learned a few thing (grammar and punctuation are not among them, Deal with it.) Over time my knowledge will trickle out in my writing, but do not let this fool you into thinking this blog has any kind of meaning to it.
My views are often askew from the hash smoke that seems to follow me around, or my constant vigilance against the upcoming zombie Apocalypse. You never now If you might find some wisdom or lose a few brain cells while you're here.
Welcome to my corner.
-Rusty
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