Shit.
Aloha.
29.11.05
Yes It Is Some Ungodly Time Here And I Am Cleaning A Mess
This is what will greet the brain addled in the morning when I AM ALREADY AT WORK.
Shit.
Aloha.
Shit.
Aloha.
Phones
Usually, when the phone rings at my home, I ignore it. Thats because it hardly is ever for me. Lady C had a second ring tone for the 'kids line' a number of years back. Noone ever used it. It is in the directory, so the only fools that call it are the telemarketers. My normal line is on the donot call list. I have a lotta fun answering in different dialects and forms of insanity just to drive the callers a wee bit batty.
Shit, thats not what I was posting about.
I meant to mention my cell. OK. So my cell rings, and I can see that it is Mai-Mai's school calling. Now I have been the recipient of many a phone call from schools over the vast expanse of my parenthood, and they usually are not good. Either a sick child, or worse - "what did he do now?" Is the form I fill out.
But today i got a update on my girls progress in school that was bonzers. She is doing well enough for me to be proud. Proud for me is not getting a bummer phone call. She could concentrate more, but with a mental midget like me for a clan leader, shit ya takes what ya cans get. When you travel at 5000 MPH all day, all the time, it is hard to concentrate. But she is TRYING.
So I am a happy guy.
Thing is, I was so apprehensive when it rang, that I didnt really want to answer. I figured she was pulling a "i need a mental health" day - off deal, but nope, it was her teacher, letting me in on a bright spot.
She goes to High School next year, and really is a wise child. I am so excited to see where she goes in this life.
Stay well.
Aloha.
Shit, thats not what I was posting about.
I meant to mention my cell. OK. So my cell rings, and I can see that it is Mai-Mai's school calling. Now I have been the recipient of many a phone call from schools over the vast expanse of my parenthood, and they usually are not good. Either a sick child, or worse - "what did he do now?" Is the form I fill out.
But today i got a update on my girls progress in school that was bonzers. She is doing well enough for me to be proud. Proud for me is not getting a bummer phone call. She could concentrate more, but with a mental midget like me for a clan leader, shit ya takes what ya cans get. When you travel at 5000 MPH all day, all the time, it is hard to concentrate. But she is TRYING.
So I am a happy guy.
Thing is, I was so apprehensive when it rang, that I didnt really want to answer. I figured she was pulling a "i need a mental health" day - off deal, but nope, it was her teacher, letting me in on a bright spot.
She goes to High School next year, and really is a wise child. I am so excited to see where she goes in this life.
Stay well.
Aloha.
Taking Paradise Forgranted
Segue asked a real good question in the comments section - That after a while does paradise become the "normal"? And as always, that got me thinking - (bad sign, dangerous curves ahead) - Do I take it forgranted?
I dont think so, but that hasnt always been the case.
After spending 21/2 years here -
Studying graphic design/commercial art, surviving brutal winters, and hot boring summers, cracking my skull, walking back to these dorms, not knowing who I was -
One of the first things I asked my friend Willie, was "Where the hell am I?" He said Des Moines, at Drake, studying.
I said - "No fucking way!?!"
But yes, I have taken the beauty that surrounds me forgranted. I guess in the hassle of making a living, and the various trials and tribulations associated with it, Yep, I did take it for the Norm. Thank goodness for reinforcement, cause that gives me no excuse not to appreciate all that is my home. Reinforced daily is the fact that I live in the most isolated place in the world. It is kinda nice to be in the middle of the Pacific. Sure it has its inherent drawbacks, a culture that can be harsh to newcomers, and tolerant of behavoir of locals that shoudnt be tolerated. We pay alot for just about everything, from Milk to Gas, paradise inflicts a heavy tax. Most goods not grown here are shipped in, adding to the cost. The residents of my home are the greatest mix in all the United States.
I am lucky enought to be able to experience the natural grandeur that Hawaii is. I can go to the mountains, the sea, and inbetween. It is a colorful land. Not only the people, but the flavors of food, dialects, attitudes. I can travel to MaunaKea on the big island of Hawaii, and snow ski. Up there, the sky is so clear, and perfect, that most of the observatories in the world are there. It is a pretty spectacular place. Drive down from there, and I can experience mom nature spewing out new land. Active volcanoes are on the big isle.
Not that I havent been privledged to see the glory of the mainland. Iowa storms coming in over the plains are pretty impressive. Chicago is a pretty intresting town. Full moons in Omaha are huge.
And yeah, upper Michigan is pretty damn righteous, too. Okay, Lansing, ... is cold. California is country in and of itself. I never thought beauty could come in so many hues. California, she does that to you.
Actually, Houghton, Michigan, is the coldest damn place in the entire universe. I STILL cant feel my toes. And it was 1980 when I went there. Thats cold. I got lost on an interstate in Illinois, heading to a concert, and backtracked over some of the most spectacular expanses of nothingness I have ever seen.
Anywhosafats, I take home less forgranted than I have before, probably because of the luck of lifes experience.
And thats a GOOD thing, Martha!
(and being that I am now at the tourista enclave of De Hotel, I should keep the positive attitude as much above water a s I can...)
Back to FireCom 'morrow.
Aloha!
I dont think so, but that hasnt always been the case.
After spending 21/2 years here -
Studying graphic design/commercial art, surviving brutal winters, and hot boring summers, cracking my skull, walking back to these dorms, not knowing who I was -
One of the first things I asked my friend Willie, was "Where the hell am I?" He said Des Moines, at Drake, studying.
I said - "No fucking way!?!"
But yes, I have taken the beauty that surrounds me forgranted. I guess in the hassle of making a living, and the various trials and tribulations associated with it, Yep, I did take it for the Norm. Thank goodness for reinforcement, cause that gives me no excuse not to appreciate all that is my home. Reinforced daily is the fact that I live in the most isolated place in the world. It is kinda nice to be in the middle of the Pacific. Sure it has its inherent drawbacks, a culture that can be harsh to newcomers, and tolerant of behavoir of locals that shoudnt be tolerated. We pay alot for just about everything, from Milk to Gas, paradise inflicts a heavy tax. Most goods not grown here are shipped in, adding to the cost. The residents of my home are the greatest mix in all the United States.
I am lucky enought to be able to experience the natural grandeur that Hawaii is. I can go to the mountains, the sea, and inbetween. It is a colorful land. Not only the people, but the flavors of food, dialects, attitudes. I can travel to MaunaKea on the big island of Hawaii, and snow ski. Up there, the sky is so clear, and perfect, that most of the observatories in the world are there. It is a pretty spectacular place. Drive down from there, and I can experience mom nature spewing out new land. Active volcanoes are on the big isle.
Not that I havent been privledged to see the glory of the mainland. Iowa storms coming in over the plains are pretty impressive. Chicago is a pretty intresting town. Full moons in Omaha are huge.
And yeah, upper Michigan is pretty damn righteous, too. Okay, Lansing, ... is cold. California is country in and of itself. I never thought beauty could come in so many hues. California, she does that to you.
Actually, Houghton, Michigan, is the coldest damn place in the entire universe. I STILL cant feel my toes. And it was 1980 when I went there. Thats cold. I got lost on an interstate in Illinois, heading to a concert, and backtracked over some of the most spectacular expanses of nothingness I have ever seen.
Anywhosafats, I take home less forgranted than I have before, probably because of the luck of lifes experience.
And thats a GOOD thing, Martha!
(and being that I am now at the tourista enclave of De Hotel, I should keep the positive attitude as much above water a s I can...)
Back to FireCom 'morrow.
Aloha!
Shhh! I went surfing again. Still got tons to do...
I cheated responsibility this dawn, and hit more surf.
Pretty nice way to start the day.
Coconut tree frames....
Mountains are green as can be after it POURED last night. (NO LEAKS IN MY ROOF!!!!)
Home and work beckons.....
Simple, good, and satisfied beyond belief.
Aloha!
Pretty nice way to start the day.
Coconut tree frames....
Mountains are green as can be after it POURED last night. (NO LEAKS IN MY ROOF!!!!)
Home and work beckons.....
Simple, good, and satisfied beyond belief.
Aloha!
28.11.05
Morning Surf, Busy Day....
Got out for a surf this AM, against my better judgement, cause I got a ton o stuff to do before work -
After surf rinse
Small FP wave
Nice enuf view-
Better FP wave
Aloha!
After surf rinse
Small FP wave
Nice enuf view-
Better FP wave
Aloha!
27.11.05
Small Kine Story
The gentleman from the FBI asked the man with the pock marked face where the items had come from. The pock marked man replied “the hills, the caves”
The FBI man knew what the drug addict meant.
Sure, he was acting like a big time drug dealer/fence, but still deep in his very Hawaiian heart, he knew this was bad. You dont go ripping off graves. Especially Hawaiian Burial caves. That is a guaranteed bad omen for your ass. He had a job to do, and he sure the fuck was going to like clanking some cuffs on this asshole when he was done. He had a role to play, and he was playing it better than anyone would ever know.
“So what the fuck you want?”
“Jus’ gimme some batu”
“You gonna fuck your brain on that shit, man”
He shouldnt have said that. He knew better. Why the fuck would a dealer care? Just shut up and deal, fool.
“Yeah, right, jus’ gimme the chong, man, and you take this old creepy shit with you”
He tossed him some packets. Packets of death he thought. Whole fricking island gone to waste for pieces of glass to smoke. Stupid ass.
He gathered the bounty. It was amazing. Hawaiian artifacts of all kinds. Clubs, bowls, images, idols, poi pounders, adzes, feather cloaks, the haul was well worth over 100K. Easily museum stuff. In reality, the items were priceless. Who could put a number on things buried with your kin? Some dweeb in a museum? Some haole curator? The kupuna would cry. They would have broken hearts to think the keiki of the land had resorted to thieving items from the dead.
Hawaii 2005. The keiki of the land could careless of the old, the past. They want it now. Well he thought, you’re getting it. How many kids had he busted? 100? 2? He lost count after the teenager that pulled the glock on him in the parking lot of Alakea Grill. Shot him dead, and after the inquiry, tests showed enough methamphetamine to kill a horse. Now the kids are armed, and frying. Not only are they high, but crazed ass paranoid as well. Shit, he thought, for the days when all they did was toke some bud. They just ate everything in sight. No guns. No rip-offs. Mellow.
Maybe the damn green harvest wasnt the best idea. Eradicating the weed may have been good thinking at the time, but at this cost? A whole generation lost to this menace. And it is getting worse; how many families had been destroyed? It boggled his mind. He was driving the stolen cargo down the H1 interstate, a fact he always wondered, as to what state was it connected to?, He had to get back on track, all this diversion in thought was putting the entire operation in jeopardy. He took the off ramp towards the ocean, the makai, and headed straight for the warehouse.
He did not notice the change in the weather. He did not notice the figures in the dark. All too soon, he would. And he would wonder no more.
The old beater of a car came to halt, in one motion, he took the keys, opened the hatch, and grabbed the stash. He marched in, grabbed two handles, turned and deposited the loot in the safe. “I just wanna get this shit done” he said to no one in particular. He had to call the lieutenant, get the plans down, and complete the bust. This whole thing was begining to give him the creeps. Too much history, too much bad karma, too much old Hawaiian stuff. His Tutu Kane had told him of stories of things that happened to people who fucked with the dead. Terrors. Nightmares of it filled his childhood.
From that though, he learned respect.
It had guided him through a bad marriage, a dying parent, and FBI training. Shit, got him past HPD recruit school.
He wondered if the dead were getting pissed now.
Packing his gear into the car, he headed out, back to fricking traffic. All on the road at the same time. Shit. He remembered the short cut he had taken with his Dad, years back, and figured it was worth a try. The scenery would be better, as well. Green. Luscious. A good ten degrees cooler than here. He steered towards the Pali.
King Kamehameha had driven the warriors from Oahu to the sheer cliffs of the Pali, and without mercy, he had forced them to their death. He navigated the road, following what once was ancient trails, now covered in asphalt. It was cooler. The air crisp, fresh and full of life. Mists of rain hung in the canopy of the forest. He was cutting at least a half hour off his travel time. He might even get a work out in, he mused. He stopped, burst out of the car to just take in the beauty of it all. All you could hear was the breeze in the trees. He had to make it home; call in, and set up the deals that were in waiting.
There are a lot of bad dudes out he thought. That fuck wadd Conner, and his crew were raking in bucks, and killing kids without remorse. They just got a break by a snitch letting them know of the burial cave rip-offs. Pay back can be a bitch he assumed. He knew what he would do, if given the chance. Shove all the batu right up Connors ass. Then light it. It was so hard for him to comprehend the decay of his home. Batu, ice, chong, whatever they wanted to call it, was hacking up his home. Thefts were up. Murder is up. Fucking delusional kids hacking up there own parents in the middle of the night. The bad dudes were making money off it. Cheaper, easier to make than growing some killer bud, he knew. The dangers were greater, the labs, the waste, infecting the houses for months, if not years. The bad guys even scammed the tops off the flares at accident scenes to use to brew the unholy shit. He heard HFD had gone to a house that was so polluted, that the ground was flammable. What the hell is happening?
He pulled into the annex of a safe house, changed vehicles, and back on the road home.
The drive home was managed by way of soft Hawaiian music. The melodies masked the pain that he felt, yet opened his mind to the truths. Drug dealers like Conner were influencing youths by the handful. There was no doubt in that. Then by the addiction, they had stooped to stealing burial artifacts from caves. Artifacts sent to burial, never to be seen again. Treasures of untold beauty, meaning, and karma. Conner and his clan were selling the gains to mainland collectors, sight unseen. He had made a statement by selling 2 museum pieces that had been re-interred. Now the collectors called him. Black market scum, but willing to take a chance on unknown, yet unseen retribution. He pulled into his home, not knowing he had even driven the previous distance.
Lieutenant Kaiwi was on the phone before he could sit for a second. The bust was to happen tonight. Plans over heard on a wire tap led HPD to believe he was going to skirt the islands, perhaps to Manila. The man from the FBI had no time to wait. The minute he hung up the phone, a breeze blew in from the open window. His eyes burned. Tears streamed down his face, and although he wasn’t crying, a flood was coming from his ducts.
“What the fuck?” he mouthed to the wind.
The man from the FBI was brought to his knees, and no amount of strength, training or will could make him stand. He had less than 1 hour to make the bust. Grasping the counter, he pulled himself up, only to peer over the edge to see the fleeting image of a warrior, dressed in ancient Hawaiian malo, battle helmet, spear, and walking out of his home. “Jesus Christ on a ……” He fell, back to his knees, and then wind blew through him this time.
The man from the FBI knew the dead were pissed now.
With a new urgency, he headed for his car, gunned the engine, and raced to the bust.
There would be no bust today.
The papers colored up the story, about how a unified group of law enforcement made up of FBI, HPD and local informants ended an artifact selling/drug racket.
The man from the FBI only noticed the story about the bodies found at the bottom of the Pali, the steep cliffs that Kamehameha the great had vanquished the warriors of Oahu. It held his attention; the mainland news releases about the art collectors that were found with no faces, their homes immaculate, but missing a few collectors items. Items of great value had been left, while no forcible entry had been made. Authorities were stumped.
The man from the FBI had no doubt who, and what had sought revenge for the desecration of the burial caves. His heart knew what happened.
And his heart rested.
(I wrote this becuse of a TV special about how artifacts were being traded for Batu (or ice, or chong, or in the end, death from metamphetamine) Just thought I would throw it out to the world and see what becomes of it)
Anyhow,
Aloha.
The FBI man knew what the drug addict meant.
Sure, he was acting like a big time drug dealer/fence, but still deep in his very Hawaiian heart, he knew this was bad. You dont go ripping off graves. Especially Hawaiian Burial caves. That is a guaranteed bad omen for your ass. He had a job to do, and he sure the fuck was going to like clanking some cuffs on this asshole when he was done. He had a role to play, and he was playing it better than anyone would ever know.
“So what the fuck you want?”
“Jus’ gimme some batu”
“You gonna fuck your brain on that shit, man”
He shouldnt have said that. He knew better. Why the fuck would a dealer care? Just shut up and deal, fool.
“Yeah, right, jus’ gimme the chong, man, and you take this old creepy shit with you”
He tossed him some packets. Packets of death he thought. Whole fricking island gone to waste for pieces of glass to smoke. Stupid ass.
He gathered the bounty. It was amazing. Hawaiian artifacts of all kinds. Clubs, bowls, images, idols, poi pounders, adzes, feather cloaks, the haul was well worth over 100K. Easily museum stuff. In reality, the items were priceless. Who could put a number on things buried with your kin? Some dweeb in a museum? Some haole curator? The kupuna would cry. They would have broken hearts to think the keiki of the land had resorted to thieving items from the dead.
Hawaii 2005. The keiki of the land could careless of the old, the past. They want it now. Well he thought, you’re getting it. How many kids had he busted? 100? 2? He lost count after the teenager that pulled the glock on him in the parking lot of Alakea Grill. Shot him dead, and after the inquiry, tests showed enough methamphetamine to kill a horse. Now the kids are armed, and frying. Not only are they high, but crazed ass paranoid as well. Shit, he thought, for the days when all they did was toke some bud. They just ate everything in sight. No guns. No rip-offs. Mellow.
Maybe the damn green harvest wasnt the best idea. Eradicating the weed may have been good thinking at the time, but at this cost? A whole generation lost to this menace. And it is getting worse; how many families had been destroyed? It boggled his mind. He was driving the stolen cargo down the H1 interstate, a fact he always wondered, as to what state was it connected to?, He had to get back on track, all this diversion in thought was putting the entire operation in jeopardy. He took the off ramp towards the ocean, the makai, and headed straight for the warehouse.
He did not notice the change in the weather. He did not notice the figures in the dark. All too soon, he would. And he would wonder no more.
The old beater of a car came to halt, in one motion, he took the keys, opened the hatch, and grabbed the stash. He marched in, grabbed two handles, turned and deposited the loot in the safe. “I just wanna get this shit done” he said to no one in particular. He had to call the lieutenant, get the plans down, and complete the bust. This whole thing was begining to give him the creeps. Too much history, too much bad karma, too much old Hawaiian stuff. His Tutu Kane had told him of stories of things that happened to people who fucked with the dead. Terrors. Nightmares of it filled his childhood.
From that though, he learned respect.
It had guided him through a bad marriage, a dying parent, and FBI training. Shit, got him past HPD recruit school.
He wondered if the dead were getting pissed now.
Packing his gear into the car, he headed out, back to fricking traffic. All on the road at the same time. Shit. He remembered the short cut he had taken with his Dad, years back, and figured it was worth a try. The scenery would be better, as well. Green. Luscious. A good ten degrees cooler than here. He steered towards the Pali.
King Kamehameha had driven the warriors from Oahu to the sheer cliffs of the Pali, and without mercy, he had forced them to their death. He navigated the road, following what once was ancient trails, now covered in asphalt. It was cooler. The air crisp, fresh and full of life. Mists of rain hung in the canopy of the forest. He was cutting at least a half hour off his travel time. He might even get a work out in, he mused. He stopped, burst out of the car to just take in the beauty of it all. All you could hear was the breeze in the trees. He had to make it home; call in, and set up the deals that were in waiting.
There are a lot of bad dudes out he thought. That fuck wadd Conner, and his crew were raking in bucks, and killing kids without remorse. They just got a break by a snitch letting them know of the burial cave rip-offs. Pay back can be a bitch he assumed. He knew what he would do, if given the chance. Shove all the batu right up Connors ass. Then light it. It was so hard for him to comprehend the decay of his home. Batu, ice, chong, whatever they wanted to call it, was hacking up his home. Thefts were up. Murder is up. Fucking delusional kids hacking up there own parents in the middle of the night. The bad dudes were making money off it. Cheaper, easier to make than growing some killer bud, he knew. The dangers were greater, the labs, the waste, infecting the houses for months, if not years. The bad guys even scammed the tops off the flares at accident scenes to use to brew the unholy shit. He heard HFD had gone to a house that was so polluted, that the ground was flammable. What the hell is happening?
He pulled into the annex of a safe house, changed vehicles, and back on the road home.
The drive home was managed by way of soft Hawaiian music. The melodies masked the pain that he felt, yet opened his mind to the truths. Drug dealers like Conner were influencing youths by the handful. There was no doubt in that. Then by the addiction, they had stooped to stealing burial artifacts from caves. Artifacts sent to burial, never to be seen again. Treasures of untold beauty, meaning, and karma. Conner and his clan were selling the gains to mainland collectors, sight unseen. He had made a statement by selling 2 museum pieces that had been re-interred. Now the collectors called him. Black market scum, but willing to take a chance on unknown, yet unseen retribution. He pulled into his home, not knowing he had even driven the previous distance.
Lieutenant Kaiwi was on the phone before he could sit for a second. The bust was to happen tonight. Plans over heard on a wire tap led HPD to believe he was going to skirt the islands, perhaps to Manila. The man from the FBI had no time to wait. The minute he hung up the phone, a breeze blew in from the open window. His eyes burned. Tears streamed down his face, and although he wasn’t crying, a flood was coming from his ducts.
“What the fuck?” he mouthed to the wind.
The man from the FBI was brought to his knees, and no amount of strength, training or will could make him stand. He had less than 1 hour to make the bust. Grasping the counter, he pulled himself up, only to peer over the edge to see the fleeting image of a warrior, dressed in ancient Hawaiian malo, battle helmet, spear, and walking out of his home. “Jesus Christ on a ……” He fell, back to his knees, and then wind blew through him this time.
The man from the FBI knew the dead were pissed now.
With a new urgency, he headed for his car, gunned the engine, and raced to the bust.
There would be no bust today.
The papers colored up the story, about how a unified group of law enforcement made up of FBI, HPD and local informants ended an artifact selling/drug racket.
The man from the FBI only noticed the story about the bodies found at the bottom of the Pali, the steep cliffs that Kamehameha the great had vanquished the warriors of Oahu. It held his attention; the mainland news releases about the art collectors that were found with no faces, their homes immaculate, but missing a few collectors items. Items of great value had been left, while no forcible entry had been made. Authorities were stumped.
The man from the FBI had no doubt who, and what had sought revenge for the desecration of the burial caves. His heart knew what happened.
And his heart rested.
(I wrote this becuse of a TV special about how artifacts were being traded for Batu (or ice, or chong, or in the end, death from metamphetamine) Just thought I would throw it out to the world and see what becomes of it)
Anyhow,
Aloha.
More 911 Fun
So HanoX2 and I are on the phones for 911 calls.
And as i said before, i usually get the morons.
Yesterday was HanoX2' turn.
(background- we had just had a power outage in the Waikiki area, and had 2 persons stuck in elevator calls.)
15 minutes later HanoX2 gets this call -
-"Fire- what is your emergency?"
- Ummmm, I just got a call....but I didnt get it, and.....they called my home..and they said they are stuck in an elevator at the Malia Court...and ummm,....they said they are bleeding all over....."
- HanoX2- "Yes, mam. Wehave a stalled elevator at the Maile Outrigger Court Hotel, and crew are there now...."
- Oh. Uh, yeah...they called my cell. They said they are stuck."
- HanoX2 - Yes mam. The crew are on scene, and I believe they have the elevator opened, and all parties are released"
- Oh. Uh, yeah...'cause they called....and they called my cell, ....and uh, ...they then called my home.....and uh, since he is my HUSBAND...I wondered if he was okay..."
(now we are NOT mentioning the male voices that HanoX2 and I are hearing in the background, at 230AM in the morning, OK?)
HanoX2 & I - (off recording) - "YEAH,..... RIGGGGGHT"
- HanoX2 - " Mam, the EMS unit, and the fire department are there, I would expect them to be hold up for about 30 minutes, at the least."
(damn, I gotta get better at this community service shit)
- 911 caller- (excitedly) "Oh!... Thats GREAT! about 30 minutes.....you think?"
....I dont want to know the end results.
I mean, is life a live action soap opera, or what?
Aloha.
And as i said before, i usually get the morons.
Yesterday was HanoX2' turn.
(background- we had just had a power outage in the Waikiki area, and had 2 persons stuck in elevator calls.)
15 minutes later HanoX2 gets this call -
-"Fire- what is your emergency?"
- Ummmm, I just got a call....but I didnt get it, and.....they called my home..and they said they are stuck in an elevator at the Malia Court...and ummm,....they said they are bleeding all over....."
- HanoX2- "Yes, mam. Wehave a stalled elevator at the Maile Outrigger Court Hotel, and crew are there now...."
- Oh. Uh, yeah...they called my cell. They said they are stuck."
- HanoX2 - Yes mam. The crew are on scene, and I believe they have the elevator opened, and all parties are released"
- Oh. Uh, yeah...'cause they called....and they called my cell, ....and uh, ...they then called my home.....and uh, since he is my HUSBAND...I wondered if he was okay..."
(now we are NOT mentioning the male voices that HanoX2 and I are hearing in the background, at 230AM in the morning, OK?)
HanoX2 & I - (off recording) - "YEAH,..... RIGGGGGHT"
- HanoX2 - " Mam, the EMS unit, and the fire department are there, I would expect them to be hold up for about 30 minutes, at the least."
(damn, I gotta get better at this community service shit)
- 911 caller- (excitedly) "Oh!... Thats GREAT! about 30 minutes.....you think?"
....I dont want to know the end results.
I mean, is life a live action soap opera, or what?
Aloha.
25.11.05
AM Surf Check & Tile
Went out the door in the early AM after a frustrating night at the ol' Hotel. Credit Card authorization computer was kaput on the busiest day of the year.
And the day before T Day we bought the tile - for the shower -
But on the way to the surf, I had a call from Lady C to check out Aunty R's leg, as it was aching and swollen & sore. I am no doctor, (i just play one on television) so off to do that - I tell the girls - go to the Doctor, and let him see what he thinks.
Then I got stuck behind this on the way home -
So I have small kine moment to do other stuffs, before off to the Hotel again, for more abuse. Then 'morrow is back to FireCom center. Where the hell did the out look go?
This was where I was headed to begin with -
I cant complain, because I snuck out for a surf yesterday, before the abuse at the hotel, so I have no right to moan. The water was warm, the waves so-so, but I was out in Mother Ocean, with a friend, and good times were had. Surfed fairly well, tho' there wasnt much power to the sets. The frustrating thing is, when there is power, the speed increases so radically, that mistakes harbour more dire consequences. But in surf like yesterday, you can push it a little more, and abandon safety, a bit. Russ was out, and he is always good to surf with.
The good thing is, the sun will come up tomorrow, and the surf will still be there on Sunday.
Gotta be positive in this overwhelmingly negative world!
1/2 Full! 1/2 Full! Damn glass is half full, I tell ya!
Cynics be damned!
Aloha!
And the day before T Day we bought the tile - for the shower -
But on the way to the surf, I had a call from Lady C to check out Aunty R's leg, as it was aching and swollen & sore. I am no doctor, (i just play one on television) so off to do that - I tell the girls - go to the Doctor, and let him see what he thinks.
Then I got stuck behind this on the way home -
So I have small kine moment to do other stuffs, before off to the Hotel again, for more abuse. Then 'morrow is back to FireCom center. Where the hell did the out look go?
This was where I was headed to begin with -
I cant complain, because I snuck out for a surf yesterday, before the abuse at the hotel, so I have no right to moan. The water was warm, the waves so-so, but I was out in Mother Ocean, with a friend, and good times were had. Surfed fairly well, tho' there wasnt much power to the sets. The frustrating thing is, when there is power, the speed increases so radically, that mistakes harbour more dire consequences. But in surf like yesterday, you can push it a little more, and abandon safety, a bit. Russ was out, and he is always good to surf with.
The good thing is, the sun will come up tomorrow, and the surf will still be there on Sunday.
Gotta be positive in this overwhelmingly negative world!
1/2 Full! 1/2 Full! Damn glass is half full, I tell ya!
Cynics be damned!
Aloha!
24.11.05
Happy Kine Thoughts
I am a tired pup. So without further adieu, may I say - Happy T Day to all.
Thanks for love.
Thanks for the power behind it.
Thanks for expressions of faith.
Thanks for freedom.
Thanks for those who are willing to sacrifice for it.
Thanks for knowledge.
Thanks for the ability to use that knowledge.
Thanks for my family.
Thanks for surf.
One more time on the thanks for surf, thank you very much!
Most of all, Thank You for being there, because without you, there would be no me.
Everybody you are instructed to eat.
And have a second scoop of whatever you like for me.
I gotta moimoi (nap) cause it is off to work again, toooooooo soon.
More worse, I hear the rolling surf calling me.
Damn.
Aloha!
23.11.05
Turks
This monkey's gonna be a busy primate for the next few - starting with 12 hours of OT tonight.
So if I dont tell the world now, I might not remember at all.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Aloha.
Thankfulsurfingman.
So if I dont tell the world now, I might not remember at all.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Aloha.
Thankfulsurfingman.
21.11.05
Siblings, (or lack thereof)
Waiterrant wrote this one -Siblings
And that got me thinking....
And that you know leads to all kine bad stuffs, yeah?
I have none. Mom & Dad said "the HELL if we are having another one of those!"
Nah.
I always wanted a brother, sister or combo of the two, woulda suited me fine. But I managed. Lady C on the other hand, has 5. 5 morons. Complete, total idiots. AND I AM BEING NICE!!!!! My Momster has 1, two others died at child birth. My Dad has 2.
Almost all of them have had some sort of conflict over the 'estate' when someone passed. It leads to all kinds of bullshit, except for Mom, her Mom had nada, and her sister is a angel, so no problems. My Dad, when Gramps died, all the brothers wife could think was "what is in it for me". She had to wait for Grammar to pass, and then got diddly. So go figure.
The only real point I am trying to make here is that why leave anything? I have given my keiki (children) everything I can, and tried to raise them to be self sufficient. I fthey cant do it on their own, no amount of kala (money) will do it for them. What I will leave them is something of a enigma, wrapped in a wet blanket of love. They will either get it, or they wont.
Goes like this -
We brought you into this world, we raised, cared, and nutured you to the best of our limited abilities. No money can replace the times we shared together, the good as well as the bad should have been more than enough to create in you all some semblance of independence.
All we have ever asked is that you -
Dont Lie.
Dont Cheat.
Dont Steal.
Dont Play Ball In The House.
Put The Soap Back In The Soap Dish.
Thats it. We love you.
Anything else you got off of us, to make you stronger is gravy.
Hey, it aint great, but it is true.
Any how...Aloha.
Back to Fire, manyana.
!!!
And that got me thinking....
And that you know leads to all kine bad stuffs, yeah?
I have none. Mom & Dad said "the HELL if we are having another one of those!"
Nah.
I always wanted a brother, sister or combo of the two, woulda suited me fine. But I managed. Lady C on the other hand, has 5. 5 morons. Complete, total idiots. AND I AM BEING NICE!!!!! My Momster has 1, two others died at child birth. My Dad has 2.
Almost all of them have had some sort of conflict over the 'estate' when someone passed. It leads to all kinds of bullshit, except for Mom, her Mom had nada, and her sister is a angel, so no problems. My Dad, when Gramps died, all the brothers wife could think was "what is in it for me". She had to wait for Grammar to pass, and then got diddly. So go figure.
The only real point I am trying to make here is that why leave anything? I have given my keiki (children) everything I can, and tried to raise them to be self sufficient. I fthey cant do it on their own, no amount of kala (money) will do it for them. What I will leave them is something of a enigma, wrapped in a wet blanket of love. They will either get it, or they wont.
Goes like this -
We brought you into this world, we raised, cared, and nutured you to the best of our limited abilities. No money can replace the times we shared together, the good as well as the bad should have been more than enough to create in you all some semblance of independence.
All we have ever asked is that you -
Dont Lie.
Dont Cheat.
Dont Steal.
Dont Play Ball In The House.
Put The Soap Back In The Soap Dish.
Thats it. We love you.
Anything else you got off of us, to make you stronger is gravy.
Hey, it aint great, but it is true.
Any how...Aloha.
Back to Fire, manyana.
!!!
Well I never had this problem
Urine Trouble
Pretty much a bummer for this dude.
Another reason for depends undergarments, I guess.
Hope everyone is bonzers!
Aloha!
Pretty much a bummer for this dude.
Another reason for depends undergarments, I guess.
Hope everyone is bonzers!
Aloha!
Shower 1/2 Way....No, it aint gonna be red.
Well, here she is. 1/2 way done. The sealer is da red stuff. There are 3, count 'em THREE cubby holes for the queens perusal. I still aint got half and idea of how to do the seat/leg shaving thing-a-ma-jig, but who knows, they can get a man on the moon, right?
Out for more door fun.
Aloha
20.11.05
And now, the rest of the story...or phone hell as the case may be...
HM- "fire- what is your emergency?"
Eintstein - "Um...its not an emergency, but I was watching the news, and the news, 1 said the fire was on Lumikuke PLACE and the other news said Lumikuke LOOP, and my goddaughter lives on that street, and...."
HM - "The fire was on Lumikuke Place, mam, and you need to call..."
E- (interuppting) - "Oh she lives on the Loop, so it wasnt her house that burned down, was it?"
HM - (now seeing the sea slug, and realizing its regrettable caondition, laughs and moves the hell on - Thanks again Cozy Shack!) - "Mam, this is a 911 E M E R G E N C Y line? As in EMERGENCY? The fire was not on the loop, we had no reports of injuries from the fire, and did you happen to think of calling your goddaughter?" (of course not, that would take COMMON SENSE!)
E- "Oh, I see you only call 911 in emergencies?"
HM - (1,2,3,4 ...10) "Yes mam, ONLY IN EMERGENCIES"
E- "well, you would think the news would tell us that!"
HM - "Uh, yes mam, they should, now I have to free this line now..."
Thank god we have a recording device, and I get to play these back for entertainment purposes for the whole crew.
Then there is the hotel fun -
HM- "In-room dining, this is Mark"
Tourist from hell- "Yes. The hotel sent us some honeymoon chapagne, and we dont drink alcohol, so what else can we get?"
HM- "We have a sparkling cider that we can replace it with.."
TFH- "Oh no. That WONT do. I would like to have a complete dinner instead..My wife will have...
HM- (interrupting) "I dont think we can replace a bottle of COMPLIMENTARY champagne (value= jackshit) with a full complete meal, sir" (you everloving cheapskate)
TFH- "But I want a complete meal for 2!"
HM- (yeah I want a 12" Di*k too, but THAT aint gonna happen) "Sir, ley me see what we can do...." (puts TFH on hold)...(and HOLD somemore)
HM- (off the phone, thinking...what the hell, give the whole enchilada away!)
HM-"sir, we can do a dinner for 2, JUST FOR YOU..."
TFH- "Fine, I will call you back...."
Of course, he doesnt call back until the damn kitchen is closed, and all he can get now is a sandwich.
He didnt like that.
Tough shit!
I am taking my ass home and having a beer.
Aloha!
Sheeeeeeeeesh! Eye caramba!
!
Eintstein - "Um...its not an emergency, but I was watching the news, and the news, 1 said the fire was on Lumikuke PLACE and the other news said Lumikuke LOOP, and my goddaughter lives on that street, and...."
HM - "The fire was on Lumikuke Place, mam, and you need to call..."
E- (interuppting) - "Oh she lives on the Loop, so it wasnt her house that burned down, was it?"
HM - (now seeing the sea slug, and realizing its regrettable caondition, laughs and moves the hell on - Thanks again Cozy Shack!) - "Mam, this is a 911 E M E R G E N C Y line? As in EMERGENCY? The fire was not on the loop, we had no reports of injuries from the fire, and did you happen to think of calling your goddaughter?" (of course not, that would take COMMON SENSE!)
E- "Oh, I see you only call 911 in emergencies?"
HM - (1,2,3,4 ...10) "Yes mam, ONLY IN EMERGENCIES"
E- "well, you would think the news would tell us that!"
HM - "Uh, yes mam, they should, now I have to free this line now..."
Thank god we have a recording device, and I get to play these back for entertainment purposes for the whole crew.
Then there is the hotel fun -
HM- "In-room dining, this is Mark"
Tourist from hell- "Yes. The hotel sent us some honeymoon chapagne, and we dont drink alcohol, so what else can we get?"
HM- "We have a sparkling cider that we can replace it with.."
TFH- "Oh no. That WONT do. I would like to have a complete dinner instead..My wife will have...
HM- (interrupting) "I dont think we can replace a bottle of COMPLIMENTARY champagne (value= jackshit) with a full complete meal, sir" (you everloving cheapskate)
TFH- "But I want a complete meal for 2!"
HM- (yeah I want a 12" Di*k too, but THAT aint gonna happen) "Sir, ley me see what we can do...." (puts TFH on hold)...(and HOLD somemore)
HM- (off the phone, thinking...what the hell, give the whole enchilada away!)
HM-"sir, we can do a dinner for 2, JUST FOR YOU..."
TFH- "Fine, I will call you back...."
Of course, he doesnt call back until the damn kitchen is closed, and all he can get now is a sandwich.
He didnt like that.
Tough shit!
I am taking my ass home and having a beer.
Aloha!
Sheeeeeeeeesh! Eye caramba!
!
You Can Read It In The Sunday Papers
Sunday.
Day of rest.
Yeah, right. Lesss seee. Today before heading to the ol' stomp the brain into oblivion hotel, we -
Hinged a new door for the up-stairs, which of course with my fine high tech carpentry skills was a breeze. N O T! Lets put it like this - I have no skills in carpentry whatsoever. My tool bag consists of a broken hammer, a bent saw, and lots and lots of duct tape. I have a few more items than that, but in general, I be lacking in the common sense nail and hammer department. So I asked my dear old buddy Kohnhead to lend a paw in the destruction of a new door. Kohnster got mad skills with wood and the like. He is good. So I request his knowlegde on how the heck do you hinge a brand new door. He comes over, and by the time he has explained it, I am throughly confused. (which, in general, I am 24/7) His instructions done, and primary measurements made, I dive in head first. First you gotta put this deally-bop on the edge, and hammer the thingy to get the proper spects for the new hinge. Done. Then you take a wood chisel, and carve the new recess out so the hinge goes in perfect. I do this, and in 2 hours time, finish both new cut outs for the hinges. Joseph couldnt do better. OK, so that done, all I gotta do is put the thing onto the hinges that are in the doorway already. Simple.
Except that old Kohnster measured the damn old hinges off by 7/8 of a inch.
I guess even the pro's have an off day.
Recover by adjusting the bottom hinge, and reset the door. OK. Good to go. Except that the new doors are not beveled, so now I got to get a plane, and shave off some small amount of door to get the thing to close.
In between, Lady C decided to tear out the old bathrooms vanity, the floor, and the other items that I assume were bothering her.
Like I dont have enough to do!
Now the whole floor is gonna be re-tiled, the shower as well, and then a new sink, toilet, and some kind of towel holding, toilet paper watching, extravaganza will be built. I may even put in a damn fancy-shmancy tooth brush holder.
Criminy.
Good thing someone rested on the seventh day.
Aloha!
Day of rest.
Yeah, right. Lesss seee. Today before heading to the ol' stomp the brain into oblivion hotel, we -
Hinged a new door for the up-stairs, which of course with my fine high tech carpentry skills was a breeze. N O T! Lets put it like this - I have no skills in carpentry whatsoever. My tool bag consists of a broken hammer, a bent saw, and lots and lots of duct tape. I have a few more items than that, but in general, I be lacking in the common sense nail and hammer department. So I asked my dear old buddy Kohnhead to lend a paw in the destruction of a new door. Kohnster got mad skills with wood and the like. He is good. So I request his knowlegde on how the heck do you hinge a brand new door. He comes over, and by the time he has explained it, I am throughly confused. (which, in general, I am 24/7) His instructions done, and primary measurements made, I dive in head first. First you gotta put this deally-bop on the edge, and hammer the thingy to get the proper spects for the new hinge. Done. Then you take a wood chisel, and carve the new recess out so the hinge goes in perfect. I do this, and in 2 hours time, finish both new cut outs for the hinges. Joseph couldnt do better. OK, so that done, all I gotta do is put the thing onto the hinges that are in the doorway already. Simple.
Except that old Kohnster measured the damn old hinges off by 7/8 of a inch.
I guess even the pro's have an off day.
Recover by adjusting the bottom hinge, and reset the door. OK. Good to go. Except that the new doors are not beveled, so now I got to get a plane, and shave off some small amount of door to get the thing to close.
In between, Lady C decided to tear out the old bathrooms vanity, the floor, and the other items that I assume were bothering her.
Like I dont have enough to do!
Now the whole floor is gonna be re-tiled, the shower as well, and then a new sink, toilet, and some kind of towel holding, toilet paper watching, extravaganza will be built. I may even put in a damn fancy-shmancy tooth brush holder.
Criminy.
Good thing someone rested on the seventh day.
Aloha!
19.11.05
Just finished a 24 at the fire com center
As luck would have it, 16 hours of quiet followed by a hell breaking loose after that.
Two building fires one to second alarm, but that all went smoothly.
3:30 in the AM, and we get a call from EMS on AXE assault, not the commercial funny kine deodorant kine, either.
Apparently, a kid came home, and went bezerk. With a full Axe, he clopped the father on the back of the head, and then did his Mom. HPD got to scene, and the perp had fled. Our guys get there, and upon assessing the scene, (quite the blood bath from the Captains call) they tended to the Mom. Crews needed assitance from another company just to transport the victims to the Hospital. What a way to have the early AM hours go.
I got my coffee, and things to accomplish.
Go hug someone.
Pick up some trash.
Thank a vet, or a soldier.
Appreciate the diffrences we all have.
Most of all, I hope you all experience some Aloha in your weekend.
SO,..... Aloha!
Two building fires one to second alarm, but that all went smoothly.
3:30 in the AM, and we get a call from EMS on AXE assault, not the commercial funny kine deodorant kine, either.
Apparently, a kid came home, and went bezerk. With a full Axe, he clopped the father on the back of the head, and then did his Mom. HPD got to scene, and the perp had fled. Our guys get there, and upon assessing the scene, (quite the blood bath from the Captains call) they tended to the Mom. Crews needed assitance from another company just to transport the victims to the Hospital. What a way to have the early AM hours go.
I got my coffee, and things to accomplish.
Go hug someone.
Pick up some trash.
Thank a vet, or a soldier.
Appreciate the diffrences we all have.
Most of all, I hope you all experience some Aloha in your weekend.
SO,..... Aloha!
17.11.05
Calvin & Hobbes - You Are Missed
Nov. 18, 1985, C & H first appeared.
Wish they'd make a return.
Aloha.
NPR - Lobotomy Story
I thought this story was very moving. It is hard to explain why, but I think it is because when I was going to Drake, I worked in a State Mental Hospital (Broadlawns General) and met a lady who had a lobotomy. Working there taught me alot about respect. Respecting others and having empathy.
The story is compelling, but the nature of the situation, and all the side situations that led up to his lobotomy. I just remembered a whole slew of shit from my past, and how things could possibly be different for me, or anyone else for that matter.
When I was 12, I was, to put it nicely, a handfull. Two hands. My Mom, she was well equipped for love, but for the challenges of the early 70's and this tyrant (me) probably wigged her out a bit. Dad as I have said before, is and was then, a very dedicated football coach. Combine the two, and you have brew of opportunity for a nervous breakdown.
And thats what my Mom had.
I remember playing a pop-warner football game, and afterwards, she wasnt there. That was completely wrong. My Dads brother, he and his wife picked me up. They said Mom had a "issue". I still wonder what the fuck they were thinking I was thinking a fricikng 'issue' was. To make along story short, I may have been a load, but I wasnt the evil incarnate. My Uncle and his wife made me feel that the entire 'issue' was my doing. Anyhow, for a very, make that V E R Y long time, I really disliked my Aunt. She kinda ground the guilt shit into me. In terms of the NPR story, I wonder what she would have done if I was hers?
I forgave her, after she admitted to Lady C, that in the past she had been an 'ass' to me. You gotta forgive, or that shit will rot you out.
Except in-laws that are doofus' and the evil contractor Curt.
The NPR link is a good listen.
Be well.
Aloha.
The story is compelling, but the nature of the situation, and all the side situations that led up to his lobotomy. I just remembered a whole slew of shit from my past, and how things could possibly be different for me, or anyone else for that matter.
When I was 12, I was, to put it nicely, a handfull. Two hands. My Mom, she was well equipped for love, but for the challenges of the early 70's and this tyrant (me) probably wigged her out a bit. Dad as I have said before, is and was then, a very dedicated football coach. Combine the two, and you have brew of opportunity for a nervous breakdown.
And thats what my Mom had.
I remember playing a pop-warner football game, and afterwards, she wasnt there. That was completely wrong. My Dads brother, he and his wife picked me up. They said Mom had a "issue". I still wonder what the fuck they were thinking I was thinking a fricikng 'issue' was. To make along story short, I may have been a load, but I wasnt the evil incarnate. My Uncle and his wife made me feel that the entire 'issue' was my doing. Anyhow, for a very, make that V E R Y long time, I really disliked my Aunt. She kinda ground the guilt shit into me. In terms of the NPR story, I wonder what she would have done if I was hers?
I forgave her, after she admitted to Lady C, that in the past she had been an 'ass' to me. You gotta forgive, or that shit will rot you out.
Except in-laws that are doofus' and the evil contractor Curt.
The NPR link is a good listen.
Be well.
Aloha.
Maybe I should clarify...
Not that my number 1 son is a total jerk, but the reason for me being so adamant about his attitude back yesterday, was he was, well, an ass.
You see his car, the ever loving Lady C purchase, of the 1988 Nissan Sentra version, was not participating is his day long laze-about. It was not working due to a severed clutch cable. He was supposed to be working. But car cant run, so he cant go. I mentioned the very convenient public transportation, but he nixed that with a hummmmph.
So I work all day on the shower, the laundry, while Lady C is stuck at her job for 16 hours. So the day turns to early evening, and during the course of the day, I have picked up the new clutch cable. I told bruddah to scope out the cable that needs replacing, and see what goes where, and various hints at get the job started. After getting around to none of it, I finish my day, and pack off the Maile-girl to dance class. On the way back, I phone home and tell him to put the car on the flat area, so we can get a look see.
After hemming and hawing, he finally bitches and moans about this and that, but I say nothing. I keep thinking on how the hell I can figure this thing out, and teach him some lesson about TRYING in the end. So i decide on humour. I keep singing crappy versions of "born to run" and "tonights the night" over and over while diagnosing the cable.
To remove the cable I had to lie upside down in the drivers seat, and reach up under the dash to unhook the thing. So that took some time, and all the while I keep yapping on about how I dont know what the hell I am doing, but I am trying. Once the clip came free, and I replace it with the new one, I declared in a loud voice -
I am the clutch cable god of all time!!!!!!!!!!!!
Which, at 700PM on a muggy hawaiian night, carried a bit.
Finally his attitude changed around, as he finally saw that IT ISNT THAT HARD to put some effort into something, and get something good out of it.
And hopefully he found a sense of humor, vs. a pisspoor attitude, works better.
Having a lunatic for a father helps, too.
Aloha.
You see his car, the ever loving Lady C purchase, of the 1988 Nissan Sentra version, was not participating is his day long laze-about. It was not working due to a severed clutch cable. He was supposed to be working. But car cant run, so he cant go. I mentioned the very convenient public transportation, but he nixed that with a hummmmph.
So I work all day on the shower, the laundry, while Lady C is stuck at her job for 16 hours. So the day turns to early evening, and during the course of the day, I have picked up the new clutch cable. I told bruddah to scope out the cable that needs replacing, and see what goes where, and various hints at get the job started. After getting around to none of it, I finish my day, and pack off the Maile-girl to dance class. On the way back, I phone home and tell him to put the car on the flat area, so we can get a look see.
After hemming and hawing, he finally bitches and moans about this and that, but I say nothing. I keep thinking on how the hell I can figure this thing out, and teach him some lesson about TRYING in the end. So i decide on humour. I keep singing crappy versions of "born to run" and "tonights the night" over and over while diagnosing the cable.
To remove the cable I had to lie upside down in the drivers seat, and reach up under the dash to unhook the thing. So that took some time, and all the while I keep yapping on about how I dont know what the hell I am doing, but I am trying. Once the clip came free, and I replace it with the new one, I declared in a loud voice -
I am the clutch cable god of all time!!!!!!!!!!!!
Which, at 700PM on a muggy hawaiian night, carried a bit.
Finally his attitude changed around, as he finally saw that IT ISNT THAT HARD to put some effort into something, and get something good out of it.
And hopefully he found a sense of humor, vs. a pisspoor attitude, works better.
Having a lunatic for a father helps, too.
Aloha.
16.11.05
Yeah, a little hitch in the ol' giddy up -
Surf = Good, to OK.
Accomplisments = Change clutch cable on asshole child # 1 's car - PRICELESS.
2 coats sealer, and shower for her highness almost moving on as should - Buck-forty & change
And the coolest frigggin quote -
well, it is up to us to merely look at him like Shiva looks at a sea slug -- i.e., a moment of compassion for his regrettable incarnation -- and then laugh and shake our heads and move the hell on.
Thanks Cozy Shack....
Oh I am so livng that.....
Aloha!!!!
Accomplisments = Change clutch cable on asshole child # 1 's car - PRICELESS.
2 coats sealer, and shower for her highness almost moving on as should - Buck-forty & change
And the coolest frigggin quote -
well, it is up to us to merely look at him like Shiva looks at a sea slug -- i.e., a moment of compassion for his regrettable incarnation -- and then laugh and shake our heads and move the hell on.
Thanks Cozy Shack....
Oh I am so livng that.....
Aloha!!!!
Click here for our New Chief
Out the door to surf, but we got a new head for our department.
Chief Silva is good people.....Strong, hardworking guy.
Bastards a year younger than me, and hes da chief!
Goodguy, for a great department.
Aloha.
Chief Silva is good people.....Strong, hardworking guy.
Bastards a year younger than me, and hes da chief!
Goodguy, for a great department.
Aloha.
15.11.05
14.11.05
Post It Note # 300
I got back to work at the Firehouse today. Some day someone smarter than I will explain to me how when I earn 24 hours of vacation, it becomes 22 when I get paid.
Eh?
Memorable calls this evening -
"We get fire ova here"
"Where? you are calling on a cell phone?"
"Ova here, on the house nex' door"
"Ok wheres da house? Youre cell doesnt give me an address...Where is, and what is on fire?"
"Da apartment nex' door"..."Uh, numbah 305"
"....(arrrrrrrrggggggghhhhh) Where is that apartment at? WHAT IS THE ADDRESS???"
" Uh, try wait....(now to other person not on phone) .."Hey Ma!..Where we stay live?"
"...(criminy sakes)....Hellooooo? What is the address, and what is on FIRE?"
".....(jostling of phone,...) ..."(soft & loud, excahnge between these 2 einsteins).."He like know da address..? ..You dumb ass, the address...What Ma? where we stay?....Gimme dat gawd damn phone...Here den take 'em...I no KNow da address...so what you when tell me fo'call,a nd da guy need da address, so.....(phone noise, clunks, and Ma gets on -)
" Uh...Hello?"
"Yes, howzit. What is the address there - and WHAT IS BURNING?"
" Oh, uh, yeah, da neighbor, he was cooking, and now he put it out, so uh, yeah, no need, no need da fire mans come over"
" Mam, can I get the address?......PLEASE?"
(before i come thru the phone and rip your ever-loving lungs out...)
" Uh, yeah. stay 20394575 whatever lane, and da fire stay out, no need, da neighbor, he was cooking, yeah, and uh, he when put it out, da buggah was burning,,and uh, my son he when ask, and I when give 'em da phone, and he when call...."
"Ok mam, there is nothing burning, everything is all right? We will send a truck to make sure..OK?"
"Uh, yeah, Ok Mr. Fireman, can send da truck, but da neighbor when put 'em out...and...
(dear god, kill me now....just take me now....It is only 9AM and I got 22 hours to go......)
Gee, it is great to be back at work..............
A L O H A ...
(sometimes means good-bye!)
Sheesh.
Eh?
Memorable calls this evening -
"We get fire ova here"
"Where? you are calling on a cell phone?"
"Ova here, on the house nex' door"
"Ok wheres da house? Youre cell doesnt give me an address...Where is, and what is on fire?"
"Da apartment nex' door"..."Uh, numbah 305"
"....(arrrrrrrrggggggghhhhh) Where is that apartment at? WHAT IS THE ADDRESS???"
" Uh, try wait....(now to other person not on phone) .."Hey Ma!..Where we stay live?"
"...(criminy sakes)....Hellooooo? What is the address, and what is on FIRE?"
".....(jostling of phone,...) ..."(soft & loud, excahnge between these 2 einsteins).."He like know da address..? ..You dumb ass, the address...What Ma? where we stay?....Gimme dat gawd damn phone...Here den take 'em...I no KNow da address...so what you when tell me fo'call,a nd da guy need da address, so.....(phone noise, clunks, and Ma gets on -)
" Uh...Hello?"
"Yes, howzit. What is the address there - and WHAT IS BURNING?"
" Oh, uh, yeah, da neighbor, he was cooking, and now he put it out, so uh, yeah, no need, no need da fire mans come over"
" Mam, can I get the address?......PLEASE?"
(before i come thru the phone and rip your ever-loving lungs out...)
" Uh, yeah. stay 20394575 whatever lane, and da fire stay out, no need, da neighbor, he was cooking, yeah, and uh, he when put it out, da buggah was burning,,and uh, my son he when ask, and I when give 'em da phone, and he when call...."
"Ok mam, there is nothing burning, everything is all right? We will send a truck to make sure..OK?"
"Uh, yeah, Ok Mr. Fireman, can send da truck, but da neighbor when put 'em out...and...
(dear god, kill me now....just take me now....It is only 9AM and I got 22 hours to go......)
Gee, it is great to be back at work..............
A L O H A ...
(sometimes means good-bye!)
Sheesh.
13.11.05
And in case you are wondering -
If you havent checked gas guys former link yet, Busty Glamour Models hasnt updated since October 28th. I guess he has gone 'bust'.
Ah shit, I couldnt resist it...
Too much 419 eater, too much free time.
Aloha!
Ah shit, I couldnt resist it...
Too much 419 eater, too much free time.
Aloha!
419 Eater
Oh yeah.
Click da link for tales of 419 scammers to kill time.
I would give a left nut to do some of the reverse scammolas these gents did.
Classic reading!
Aloha!
Click da link for tales of 419 scammers to kill time.
I would give a left nut to do some of the reverse scammolas these gents did.
Classic reading!
Aloha!
Brother Abbas Needs My Help
This came in my Email box today. Brother Abbas is here for me.
DEAR FRIEND,
MY NAME IS MR ABBAS AZIZ. I AM 55 YEARS OLD MAN. I AM FROM SAUDI ARABIA
BUT RESIDENT IN DUBAI - UNITED ARAB EMIRATE FOR THE PAST 25YEARS. I AM
MARRIED WITH TWO CHILDREN. MY WIFE AND CHILDREN DIED IN A CAR ACCIDENT TWO
YEARS AGO WHILE ON HOLIDAY IN THE EGYPT. SINCE I HAVE NO CHILDREN OF MY
OWN AND IMMEDIATE RELATIVES, I DECIDED TO ASK FOR YOUR HELP IN THIS
PROJECT. I HAVE BEEN HELPING ORHANPS AND CHILDREN IN ORPHANAGE/MOTHERLESS
HOMES BY DONATING MONEY AND OTHER VALUABLE ITEMS TO THEM AROUND THE WORLD.
PRESENTLY, I AM RECEIVING INTENSIVE TREATMENT IN A PRIVATE HOSPITAL HERE
IN LONDON - UNITED KINGDOM. MY DOCTORS TOLD ME THAT I HAVE CANCER OF THE
LUNGS AND THAT I HAVE TWO MONTHS TO LIVE.
BEFORE I BE CAME ILL, I SAVED SOME MONEY (US$10 MILLION DOLLARS) FROM THE
SALES OF MY REAL ESTATES, GULF COURT AND SOME FUNDS I INHERITED FROM MY
WEALTHY LATE PARENTS AND THIS FUNDS HAVE SINCE BEEN DEPOSITED IN CASH
CONSIGNMENTS VOLTS WITH A TRUST FINANCE/SECURITY COMPANY IN EUROPE.
PLEASE, I BEG YOU IN THE NAME OF GOD TO HELP ME COLLECT THESE CASH
CONSIGNMENTS (FUNDS) FROM THE TRUST FINANCIAL SECURITY COMPANY BY
NOMINATING YOU AS MY PARTNER AND THE NEW BENEFICIARY. AFTER THE COLLECTION
OF THE CASH CONSIGNMENTS (FUNDS), YOU WILL NOW HELP ME TO DONATE THESE
FUNDS TO CHARITY/ORHANPANGE HOMES IN THE UNITED STATES, EUROPE, ASIA AND
AFRICA. THIS WILL MAKE MY LIFE A DREAM COME THROUGH WHEN I REST WITH THE
LORD SOON. THE BIBLE SAYS, WHAT IT SHALL PROFIT A MAN IF HE GAIN THE WHOLE
WORLD AND LOSE HIS OWN SOUL. THIS IS THE SWEAT OF MY LABOUR AND THE
STRUGGLE OF MY LIFE.
I BELIEVE YOU CAN BE TRUSTED AFTER SERIES OF PRAYERS AND WOULD OFFER THIS
SERVICE FOR HUMANITY SAKE. I AUTHORISE YOU TO TAKE 20% OF THE TOTAL SUM
FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY TO TOUCH MANY LIVES AROUND THE WORLD. IF YOU CAN
HELP ME, PLEASE MAIL ME SO THAT I WILL GIVE YOU THE CONTACT DETAILS OF THE
TRUST FINANCIAL SECURITY COMPANY AND THE NECESSARY INFORMATIONS REGARDING
THIS PROJECT. I NEED YOUR HELP AS I HAVE NO IMMEDIATE RELATIVE I CAN
ENTRUST THIS PROJECT WITH FOR SOME PRIVATE REASONS. I KNOW YOU WILL BE
SURPRAISE TO THIS PROPOSAL AS I DO NOT KNOW YOU PHYSICALLY BUT DESPIRATE
PROBLEM DESERVES DESPIRATE SOLUTIONS THUS I GOT YOUR CONTACT FROM THE
INTERNET DURING MY SEARCH FOR A RELIABLE PERSON I CAN ENTRUST THIS PROJECT
WITH AND I DECIDED TO MAKE CONTACT WITH YOU AND ASK FOR YOUR HELP. I KNOW
THERE ARE LOTS OF ILLEGAL THINGS GOING ON AROUND THE WORLD AND IN THE
INTERNET BUT THIS IS FAR FROM ONE AS THIS IS A JUST AND LEGITIMATE AND
PLEA FOR HELP
MAY THE GOOD LORD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY. I AWAIT YOUR POSITIVE AND
URGENT RESPONSE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
REGARDS,
BROTHER ABBAS AZIZ
Yeah, those "lots of illegal things" going on round the world, it can just drive you to what, say, email hoax? By cracker, (maybe ON crack?) he was given my email address as a honest humanity servant via prayer. What are the odds of that? I figure there are fifty bazillion and two email adddress' that are real out there, and Brother Abbas got devine intervention on mine. I think I will invite Brother Abbas to Vegas with me before he kicks the bucket from ...lungs cancer?
Damn those desperate problems needing desperate solutions. Well he came to the right spot, thats for sure.
Aloha, Brother Abbas, Aloha.
That'd be Farewell......
For the record, I once ate an "Ornhaps"...and it didnt go down too well......
DEAR FRIEND,
MY NAME IS MR ABBAS AZIZ. I AM 55 YEARS OLD MAN. I AM FROM SAUDI ARABIA
BUT RESIDENT IN DUBAI - UNITED ARAB EMIRATE FOR THE PAST 25YEARS. I AM
MARRIED WITH TWO CHILDREN. MY WIFE AND CHILDREN DIED IN A CAR ACCIDENT TWO
YEARS AGO WHILE ON HOLIDAY IN THE EGYPT. SINCE I HAVE NO CHILDREN OF MY
OWN AND IMMEDIATE RELATIVES, I DECIDED TO ASK FOR YOUR HELP IN THIS
PROJECT. I HAVE BEEN HELPING ORHANPS AND CHILDREN IN ORPHANAGE/MOTHERLESS
HOMES BY DONATING MONEY AND OTHER VALUABLE ITEMS TO THEM AROUND THE WORLD.
PRESENTLY, I AM RECEIVING INTENSIVE TREATMENT IN A PRIVATE HOSPITAL HERE
IN LONDON - UNITED KINGDOM. MY DOCTORS TOLD ME THAT I HAVE CANCER OF THE
LUNGS AND THAT I HAVE TWO MONTHS TO LIVE.
BEFORE I BE CAME ILL, I SAVED SOME MONEY (US$10 MILLION DOLLARS) FROM THE
SALES OF MY REAL ESTATES, GULF COURT AND SOME FUNDS I INHERITED FROM MY
WEALTHY LATE PARENTS AND THIS FUNDS HAVE SINCE BEEN DEPOSITED IN CASH
CONSIGNMENTS VOLTS WITH A TRUST FINANCE/SECURITY COMPANY IN EUROPE.
PLEASE, I BEG YOU IN THE NAME OF GOD TO HELP ME COLLECT THESE CASH
CONSIGNMENTS (FUNDS) FROM THE TRUST FINANCIAL SECURITY COMPANY BY
NOMINATING YOU AS MY PARTNER AND THE NEW BENEFICIARY. AFTER THE COLLECTION
OF THE CASH CONSIGNMENTS (FUNDS), YOU WILL NOW HELP ME TO DONATE THESE
FUNDS TO CHARITY/ORHANPANGE HOMES IN THE UNITED STATES, EUROPE, ASIA AND
AFRICA. THIS WILL MAKE MY LIFE A DREAM COME THROUGH WHEN I REST WITH THE
LORD SOON. THE BIBLE SAYS, WHAT IT SHALL PROFIT A MAN IF HE GAIN THE WHOLE
WORLD AND LOSE HIS OWN SOUL. THIS IS THE SWEAT OF MY LABOUR AND THE
STRUGGLE OF MY LIFE.
I BELIEVE YOU CAN BE TRUSTED AFTER SERIES OF PRAYERS AND WOULD OFFER THIS
SERVICE FOR HUMANITY SAKE. I AUTHORISE YOU TO TAKE 20% OF THE TOTAL SUM
FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY TO TOUCH MANY LIVES AROUND THE WORLD. IF YOU CAN
HELP ME, PLEASE MAIL ME SO THAT I WILL GIVE YOU THE CONTACT DETAILS OF THE
TRUST FINANCIAL SECURITY COMPANY AND THE NECESSARY INFORMATIONS REGARDING
THIS PROJECT. I NEED YOUR HELP AS I HAVE NO IMMEDIATE RELATIVE I CAN
ENTRUST THIS PROJECT WITH FOR SOME PRIVATE REASONS. I KNOW YOU WILL BE
SURPRAISE TO THIS PROPOSAL AS I DO NOT KNOW YOU PHYSICALLY BUT DESPIRATE
PROBLEM DESERVES DESPIRATE SOLUTIONS THUS I GOT YOUR CONTACT FROM THE
INTERNET DURING MY SEARCH FOR A RELIABLE PERSON I CAN ENTRUST THIS PROJECT
WITH AND I DECIDED TO MAKE CONTACT WITH YOU AND ASK FOR YOUR HELP. I KNOW
THERE ARE LOTS OF ILLEGAL THINGS GOING ON AROUND THE WORLD AND IN THE
INTERNET BUT THIS IS FAR FROM ONE AS THIS IS A JUST AND LEGITIMATE AND
PLEA FOR HELP
MAY THE GOOD LORD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY. I AWAIT YOUR POSITIVE AND
URGENT RESPONSE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
REGARDS,
BROTHER ABBAS AZIZ
Yeah, those "lots of illegal things" going on round the world, it can just drive you to what, say, email hoax? By cracker, (maybe ON crack?) he was given my email address as a honest humanity servant via prayer. What are the odds of that? I figure there are fifty bazillion and two email adddress' that are real out there, and Brother Abbas got devine intervention on mine. I think I will invite Brother Abbas to Vegas with me before he kicks the bucket from ...lungs cancer?
Damn those desperate problems needing desperate solutions. Well he came to the right spot, thats for sure.
Aloha, Brother Abbas, Aloha.
That'd be Farewell......
For the record, I once ate an "Ornhaps"...and it didnt go down too well......
12.11.05
Showering Queenie *
Ok, first I gotta wet her down. This is the shower head she decided on.
Then we gotta hose her off. This is the hand set / slide bar that was picked.
I wish I could find a pix of the plumbing guts that gots to go in the wall. Soon enough. The hardest parts are coming up.
All the FUN!
Aloha.
*I do backs.
(*wink)
Ok I found more. This is the she-bang, minus the down spout.
And I found I pix of the guts - aint she a beaut?
Yeah, right.
Aloha, again, post edit.......
Today I....
Woke up at dawn, threw on some surf shorts, and went a hunting in the greys of morning.
Got outta the water to superb beach front dance of a Hawaiian Monk Seal.
Had a cup of fancy ass coffee, from Chevron!, "Holiday French Toast", it was very good.
Changed the water valve box in the front yard. (Cause you always can use a new box in your life)
Completed 3/4 of the shower stall cement board. (plumbing next victim)
Patched the crap that the Evil Contractor Curt did, and found more Evil Contractor Curt doings that I dont like either, causing me to like him even less,....is there a less than zero?
...Off to The Hotel....
Aloha!
Got outta the water to superb beach front dance of a Hawaiian Monk Seal.
Had a cup of fancy ass coffee, from Chevron!, "Holiday French Toast", it was very good.
Changed the water valve box in the front yard. (Cause you always can use a new box in your life)
Completed 3/4 of the shower stall cement board. (plumbing next victim)
Patched the crap that the Evil Contractor Curt did, and found more Evil Contractor Curt doings that I dont like either, causing me to like him even less,....is there a less than zero?
...Off to The Hotel....
Aloha!
11.11.05
Click Here For The Final Chapter
Did I mention we had some moron on the plane ride home?
We all had our guess as to who dun it.
Lady C's fear of flying musta gone to a whole new level when the flight crew said 1/2 way thru the return flight-
" Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a SITUATION on board the aircraft.....There seems to be a handcarried animal running loose in the cabin....."
Back to work reality today - Look out Hotel Hell!
God Bless Ya, Grandpa, you passed today, and I'll stop by to say Hi...No more mayonaise and veggies...
Aloha!
We all had our guess as to who dun it.
Lady C's fear of flying musta gone to a whole new level when the flight crew said 1/2 way thru the return flight-
" Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a SITUATION on board the aircraft.....There seems to be a handcarried animal running loose in the cabin....."
Back to work reality today - Look out Hotel Hell!
God Bless Ya, Grandpa, you passed today, and I'll stop by to say Hi...No more mayonaise and veggies...
Aloha!
8.11.05
No Way! More Vegas? Yesireeee, Vegas Tripping, out kinding the best of 'em...
One thing I love is I have a deep voice.
I use it to inflect tones of my disposition, easily. Its interesting to see peoples reaction. I do flaming gay real well. i can do super-uber-sexy-Tom-Jones-Brad-Pitt-Humperdirk Englenickle, at the drop of a hat. I can use it to make you cringe. I can make it sound like the bark from a vicious canine. Hey, we all got our own talents, ya know? Anyway, i can use my voice in a myriad of ways.
Most good.
Guaranteeeed.
My girls, entering The Cal, putting up with learning Craps for the first time....
(ouch, on my dollar........)
Back to observations - People in a tourist town have no idea how to react to an overkill of kindness. Thats me on vacation. I dont get enough, so I kill all with kindeness. From the valet to the bell man, to the maid to the frontdesk, dealers, cashiers, anyone I come into contact with, on vacation, I slay 'em with Thank you mam's, holding doors, please's and If you dont mind/ if you would be so kind...
Watching the faces of the receivers of this minor kindness is the best.
They truly, have no clue how to react. I guess getting killed with assholes 24/7 does it. But diamonds are mine when i see the reactions.
I just get a kick outta that.
Simple fun, simple man.
I like the juxtapositon of the HUGE-ASS pawn sign with the statement below -
"next to Lady Luck" at the bottom.
If you saw Lady Luck, i dont think you would be looking for the Pawn shop.
Aloha.
(did i mention i was still on vacation? - You have to deal with even more of this...)
Whoooo Hoooo.
More Aloha.
I use it to inflect tones of my disposition, easily. Its interesting to see peoples reaction. I do flaming gay real well. i can do super-uber-sexy-Tom-Jones-Brad-Pitt-Humperdirk Englenickle, at the drop of a hat. I can use it to make you cringe. I can make it sound like the bark from a vicious canine. Hey, we all got our own talents, ya know? Anyway, i can use my voice in a myriad of ways.
Most good.
Guaranteeeed.
My girls, entering The Cal, putting up with learning Craps for the first time....
(ouch, on my dollar........)
Back to observations - People in a tourist town have no idea how to react to an overkill of kindness. Thats me on vacation. I dont get enough, so I kill all with kindeness. From the valet to the bell man, to the maid to the frontdesk, dealers, cashiers, anyone I come into contact with, on vacation, I slay 'em with Thank you mam's, holding doors, please's and If you dont mind/ if you would be so kind...
Watching the faces of the receivers of this minor kindness is the best.
They truly, have no clue how to react. I guess getting killed with assholes 24/7 does it. But diamonds are mine when i see the reactions.
I just get a kick outta that.
Simple fun, simple man.
I like the juxtapositon of the HUGE-ASS pawn sign with the statement below -
"next to Lady Luck" at the bottom.
If you saw Lady Luck, i dont think you would be looking for the Pawn shop.
Aloha.
(did i mention i was still on vacation? - You have to deal with even more of this...)
Whoooo Hoooo.
More Aloha.
Yet More From The Vegas Tripping.....
More observations -
Lady C , Yet again, telling me via international sign language, how much she loves me.....
Glenn and Gavin were a pair i told you earlier I met on the craps tables. Glenn must make some coin. He dresses snappy, he is ultimate lounge cool for a man around late 50's. And he is a vet. Airborne.
Gavin is his son. Gavin knows the infamous Chongy from my beloved Station 5, Gavin is no Chongy. (read the Chongy incident in the Kolohe Talk)...Any way, nice Ohana (family) Not to mention, can shoot some craps. The BOTH of them.
I lumber up to a choppy table ( not hot, so not packed, not icerink, so it is not empty) And park it next to Glenn, he has a good roll of chips in his tray. I place my pass line bet, and I meet Glenn, by way of a winning toss. We kinda exchange small kine talk, and a few mutual dealer bets. Needless to say the dealers are loving us. His son shows up, and Glenn introduces me. Glenn slides his son some chip change, and we are off to the races.
Between us all, we probably rolled a total of 30 minutes. Wins, and losses, but NO one , I swear, No one ever had a table filled with fun like we did, for a few hours. Yep, hours. We stood there for a good 3 spot, bathroom pees, (for me) hot rolls, sickly short rolls, and the requisite asshole. But damn, this was fun.
We had this thing going where he would roll, and a would go "airborne- it is a Yo!"
and hope like hell he rolled a 11. Half the time he did, and I died laughing and high fiving him and his son. When i would roll, he do this - "3 way yo - dealers, Fire, and me!!!!" I screwed that, I couldnt throw a yo to save my life. But damn we had fun.
Good people. Real good people.
This guy was singing Elvis Tunes, and the gent in the wheel chair was dancing with four ladies at once....Hey, damn he could move - too bad Elvis sounded like...kinda like Fred Sanford on Crack...Th other strangeness was the Guy on the lower left, selling his CD's... and a guy to his left, buying like 10 of 'em...Go figure....
Even More later.....
Aloha.
Lady C , Yet again, telling me via international sign language, how much she loves me.....
Glenn and Gavin were a pair i told you earlier I met on the craps tables. Glenn must make some coin. He dresses snappy, he is ultimate lounge cool for a man around late 50's. And he is a vet. Airborne.
Gavin is his son. Gavin knows the infamous Chongy from my beloved Station 5, Gavin is no Chongy. (read the Chongy incident in the Kolohe Talk)...Any way, nice Ohana (family) Not to mention, can shoot some craps. The BOTH of them.
I lumber up to a choppy table ( not hot, so not packed, not icerink, so it is not empty) And park it next to Glenn, he has a good roll of chips in his tray. I place my pass line bet, and I meet Glenn, by way of a winning toss. We kinda exchange small kine talk, and a few mutual dealer bets. Needless to say the dealers are loving us. His son shows up, and Glenn introduces me. Glenn slides his son some chip change, and we are off to the races.
Between us all, we probably rolled a total of 30 minutes. Wins, and losses, but NO one , I swear, No one ever had a table filled with fun like we did, for a few hours. Yep, hours. We stood there for a good 3 spot, bathroom pees, (for me) hot rolls, sickly short rolls, and the requisite asshole. But damn, this was fun.
We had this thing going where he would roll, and a would go "airborne- it is a Yo!"
and hope like hell he rolled a 11. Half the time he did, and I died laughing and high fiving him and his son. When i would roll, he do this - "3 way yo - dealers, Fire, and me!!!!" I screwed that, I couldnt throw a yo to save my life. But damn we had fun.
Good people. Real good people.
This guy was singing Elvis Tunes, and the gent in the wheel chair was dancing with four ladies at once....Hey, damn he could move - too bad Elvis sounded like...kinda like Fred Sanford on Crack...Th other strangeness was the Guy on the lower left, selling his CD's... and a guy to his left, buying like 10 of 'em...Go figure....
Even More later.....
Aloha.
Nickels? / The Dark Side of Gambling / Observations / & yes, Tripping W/ Na Wahine
Nickels.
I had around eleventy-three guys on the street ask me for a nickel.
Fo' real.
About 2 to 3 times a day, i had downtrodden souls (PC Correct?) inquire for a nickel.
Why?
Sure a hard-luck story might ask for a buck for a meal, or in reality a bottle of Thunderbird, ....but a nickel? So I gets a thinking, ( always home of a BAD idea ) to as why the heck? Must be that with the advent of nickel slots, they are thinking of a jackpot? Or that I would cough up more? Not sure. This required the entry of Wonderman, me. I wondered, therfore I tried to deduce what the fuck was really going on. So lets take a trip on the seedier side of town, down by the El Cortez, and the surrounding palaces, (not). Hey, inquiring minds want to know. So down to the dives I go. El Cortez isnt that bad, newly remodeled, and free of stench, it still boasts I varied clientle. People in bathrobes were not out of place. Teeth, were. So no less than 6 guys asked me for a nickel. Before I gave anything, I asked, why a nickel? 2 acted like I was something out of the CSI notebook, while the others went into what can only be called slightly delusional behavoir.
Everybody got 2 bucks.
I couldnt figure out what the going rate was for pandhandling, so I took the Duece.
So all, said, NO ONE ever gave me an answer to that.
I did, tho' carry around a roll of 'em. Just to see.
*****
Darkness in the lighted city.
Lady C & Aunty Rosie were having a chow-down at the Restaurant.
A gentleman is over to the side, looking slightly, askew.
It is 4:55 AM.
I am asleep / happily buzzed.
Lady C and Aunty carry on the conversation something like this -
LC - "Rosie - look that guy, he is just shaking"
AR - " Hey Cat, no stare, not polite, mayve hes just drunk.."
LC - "No, he just took his cigarette, looked at it, and figures out where the utensils are...whoa! look at what he is eating!"
AR - "Cat, he got what, a couple of eggs, bacon, sausage, rice...what else...Oh he has all that too?...That is a huge order of panacakes, with more hashbrowns???"
LC - " Hey Rosie, what if the guy lost all his money,... the house, the car, the dog the cat,.....and now he gotta go tell his wife?"
(disclaimer - Lady C in the context of this whole thing, was saying this in all humor, not intending to know the future)
AR - " Oh Yeah, Cat, I can see that - not good, yeah?"
LC - "Whoo, No way, eh, he is probably just drunk, like Mark, and eating to hit the sack..."
The gentleman finishes his meal, walks over by the girls (he was out of hearing range while dining)
And stands there and tells them this, in a deadpan, sweating voice -
"I lost it all, I lost everything....At least I had a good meal......"
And with that he turned, walked out the door.
The girls were a bit quiet the next morning, as it would kinda kill the spirit, an encounter like that.
Adults.
Sometimes, having all that freedom of choice can come back and bite, but yet, it is your Choice.
Bellagio, watershow.
Now that the buzzkill is pau, more cool shit!
The Bellagio fountain show, is without doubt, the coolest thing to see since the inside of a barreel, in surfing.
The music, the water, I was missing Maile, and that was the tonic, it just made my spirits soar.
Corny shit, yeah?
But it DID.
Ladies At Ceasars
Oh yeah, there is more, and has to do with Marsupials, planes, and Automobiles (Cars In Vegas)
Aloha.
Thanks for all the good karma....can feel 'em ya know...
Aloha, X10.
I had around eleventy-three guys on the street ask me for a nickel.
Fo' real.
About 2 to 3 times a day, i had downtrodden souls (PC Correct?) inquire for a nickel.
Why?
Sure a hard-luck story might ask for a buck for a meal, or in reality a bottle of Thunderbird, ....but a nickel? So I gets a thinking, ( always home of a BAD idea ) to as why the heck? Must be that with the advent of nickel slots, they are thinking of a jackpot? Or that I would cough up more? Not sure. This required the entry of Wonderman, me. I wondered, therfore I tried to deduce what the fuck was really going on. So lets take a trip on the seedier side of town, down by the El Cortez, and the surrounding palaces, (not). Hey, inquiring minds want to know. So down to the dives I go. El Cortez isnt that bad, newly remodeled, and free of stench, it still boasts I varied clientle. People in bathrobes were not out of place. Teeth, were. So no less than 6 guys asked me for a nickel. Before I gave anything, I asked, why a nickel? 2 acted like I was something out of the CSI notebook, while the others went into what can only be called slightly delusional behavoir.
Everybody got 2 bucks.
I couldnt figure out what the going rate was for pandhandling, so I took the Duece.
So all, said, NO ONE ever gave me an answer to that.
I did, tho' carry around a roll of 'em. Just to see.
*****
Darkness in the lighted city.
Lady C & Aunty Rosie were having a chow-down at the Restaurant.
A gentleman is over to the side, looking slightly, askew.
It is 4:55 AM.
I am asleep / happily buzzed.
Lady C and Aunty carry on the conversation something like this -
LC - "Rosie - look that guy, he is just shaking"
AR - " Hey Cat, no stare, not polite, mayve hes just drunk.."
LC - "No, he just took his cigarette, looked at it, and figures out where the utensils are...whoa! look at what he is eating!"
AR - "Cat, he got what, a couple of eggs, bacon, sausage, rice...what else...Oh he has all that too?...That is a huge order of panacakes, with more hashbrowns???"
LC - " Hey Rosie, what if the guy lost all his money,... the house, the car, the dog the cat,.....and now he gotta go tell his wife?"
(disclaimer - Lady C in the context of this whole thing, was saying this in all humor, not intending to know the future)
AR - " Oh Yeah, Cat, I can see that - not good, yeah?"
LC - "Whoo, No way, eh, he is probably just drunk, like Mark, and eating to hit the sack..."
The gentleman finishes his meal, walks over by the girls (he was out of hearing range while dining)
And stands there and tells them this, in a deadpan, sweating voice -
"I lost it all, I lost everything....At least I had a good meal......"
And with that he turned, walked out the door.
The girls were a bit quiet the next morning, as it would kinda kill the spirit, an encounter like that.
Adults.
Sometimes, having all that freedom of choice can come back and bite, but yet, it is your Choice.
Bellagio, watershow.
Now that the buzzkill is pau, more cool shit!
The Bellagio fountain show, is without doubt, the coolest thing to see since the inside of a barreel, in surfing.
The music, the water, I was missing Maile, and that was the tonic, it just made my spirits soar.
Corny shit, yeah?
But it DID.
Ladies At Ceasars
Oh yeah, there is more, and has to do with Marsupials, planes, and Automobiles (Cars In Vegas)
Aloha.
Thanks for all the good karma....can feel 'em ya know...
Aloha, X10.
Tripping in Vegas With The Girls - The Craps Segment
My time at the craps the table was well spent at a few haunts. Number one was the Cal, The Golden Nugget, The Fremont, Golden Gate, El Cortez, Bellagio, and The Las Vegas Club.
One of the many strange folks we ran over. (or into)
This is my take on the game of Craps - It is a social game of group hysterics geared at the banks of the Casino. If you play craps, it is the noisiest, most raucous group there. I like to make it even MORE fun. The dealers make extra money by way of 'tokes' Tokes are tips, either by way of a bet for the dealer (called a 'two way bet') Or directly throwing some chips on the table and saying 'for the dealers'.
I like to toke. (the dealers that is...)
And in the greedville that is Vegas, people dont really get it. Some dont feel they need to tip. I think it makes the game more fun.
Another aspect of the social aspect of the game is a bet for the 'shooter' The shooter is the one throwing the dice. They try to make the 'point' without hitting the dreaded 7 first. There is a myriad of bets, odds, and other odds and ends, that round out the game.
So this how it went - Ibet I make bets for the dealers. I win some, lose some. It is fun. But the most fun I had was with Glenn and Gavin.
Glenn and Gavin are from my island of Oahu, and are father and son. Glenn the Dad, is a snappy dresser, and cigar aficianado. Gavin, about 25, was a very classy young guy. So we are on the table and I am doing my usual yakkity yak, being the irritating son of a gun that I am, and getting, well, killed. A young couple 21ish, comes to the table and gets in the game. I have not met G & G yet. So they come in, and it ends up being the girls roll. So I make my usual bets. Then for what reason, I throw $25 dollars on the YO. The YO is a one roll bet on the 11. A big bet on the YO is $5. What the hell was I thinking? The Yo bet pays 15 to 1. Why I made this bet, I will never know. I dont bet that big. Then I went and bet $5 for the dealers. And then a $5 for the shooter.
Sometimes, shit just goes your way.
She throws the 11. Win for me = $375. The dealers = $75, The shooter = $75. The table, the dealers, the shooter, all of us go NUTS. High fives, the works.
But I still got the $25 on the YO. The young girl still has to throw again.
I leave the $25 one more time. Throw another $5 for the dealers, another $5 for the shooter.
She throws.
It sails.
The table is quiet.
I can see the dice fall; turn, settle.
I see a 6.
I hear a rumble - The dealers go 'shit - twice!'
I see the sweet view of a 6 and a 5 laying together.
YO.
YO Baby, Yo baby, YOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Once we all settled up the bets, and the roll ended the girl and heer boyfriend came over and gave me a hug. And a high five.
It was a really cool feeling.
Not the win, or the money, but the feeling of doing something for someone else, and making the day of theirs - well. BETTER.
Santa on craps so to speak.
I mean - I gotta take a pix of a firetruck with Dumbkoffs on it, dont I?
Then I met Glenn and Gavin. They made losing money fun. I shit you not. I lost more, had more fun, and came back to even plus a bit in the end playing with them.
Long story short -
we played together, and bet for each other, the dealers, the shooters, making a hell of a lot of friends. But most of all having a shitload of fun.
I'll get to more later.
You all be good.
Some cool old Neon - With Da Wahines (ladies) of course......
Aloha.
One of the many strange folks we ran over. (or into)
This is my take on the game of Craps - It is a social game of group hysterics geared at the banks of the Casino. If you play craps, it is the noisiest, most raucous group there. I like to make it even MORE fun. The dealers make extra money by way of 'tokes' Tokes are tips, either by way of a bet for the dealer (called a 'two way bet') Or directly throwing some chips on the table and saying 'for the dealers'.
I like to toke. (the dealers that is...)
And in the greedville that is Vegas, people dont really get it. Some dont feel they need to tip. I think it makes the game more fun.
Another aspect of the social aspect of the game is a bet for the 'shooter' The shooter is the one throwing the dice. They try to make the 'point' without hitting the dreaded 7 first. There is a myriad of bets, odds, and other odds and ends, that round out the game.
So this how it went - Ibet I make bets for the dealers. I win some, lose some. It is fun. But the most fun I had was with Glenn and Gavin.
Glenn and Gavin are from my island of Oahu, and are father and son. Glenn the Dad, is a snappy dresser, and cigar aficianado. Gavin, about 25, was a very classy young guy. So we are on the table and I am doing my usual yakkity yak, being the irritating son of a gun that I am, and getting, well, killed. A young couple 21ish, comes to the table and gets in the game. I have not met G & G yet. So they come in, and it ends up being the girls roll. So I make my usual bets. Then for what reason, I throw $25 dollars on the YO. The YO is a one roll bet on the 11. A big bet on the YO is $5. What the hell was I thinking? The Yo bet pays 15 to 1. Why I made this bet, I will never know. I dont bet that big. Then I went and bet $5 for the dealers. And then a $5 for the shooter.
Sometimes, shit just goes your way.
She throws the 11. Win for me = $375. The dealers = $75, The shooter = $75. The table, the dealers, the shooter, all of us go NUTS. High fives, the works.
But I still got the $25 on the YO. The young girl still has to throw again.
I leave the $25 one more time. Throw another $5 for the dealers, another $5 for the shooter.
She throws.
It sails.
The table is quiet.
I can see the dice fall; turn, settle.
I see a 6.
I hear a rumble - The dealers go 'shit - twice!'
I see the sweet view of a 6 and a 5 laying together.
YO.
YO Baby, Yo baby, YOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Once we all settled up the bets, and the roll ended the girl and heer boyfriend came over and gave me a hug. And a high five.
It was a really cool feeling.
Not the win, or the money, but the feeling of doing something for someone else, and making the day of theirs - well. BETTER.
Santa on craps so to speak.
I mean - I gotta take a pix of a firetruck with Dumbkoffs on it, dont I?
Then I met Glenn and Gavin. They made losing money fun. I shit you not. I lost more, had more fun, and came back to even plus a bit in the end playing with them.
Long story short -
we played together, and bet for each other, the dealers, the shooters, making a hell of a lot of friends. But most of all having a shitload of fun.
I'll get to more later.
You all be good.
Some cool old Neon - With Da Wahines (ladies) of course......
Aloha.
7.11.05
Vegas Tripping With The Girls
Aloha.
Its back in the land of moist air, from the land of the dry heat, money vacuums, and Lady C's instant access to her personal ATM. (that'd be me)
No trip to Vegas is complete without the requisite something coming up, and that was adding Aunty Rosie to the itinerary. I love Aunty Rosie. She is a sweetheart, and Lady C's bestest friend. So the trio sets out to conquer the mega-and-not-so-mega Casinos. Our flight out was un-eventful, and Lady C and her fear of flying got the stellar attention from the flight crew on Omni Air, the junket that flies out with Vacations Hawaii. I cant compliment these people enough. They really went the extra mile to make her comfortable. So our original package was the 2 of us in First Class, and adding Aunty R later. We couldnt get her up there with us. The closest I could find was the business class right behind first, but Lady C really wanted to have her with us, or by her atleast, so she could 'talk story' or whatevers.
So being the wonderful human thingy I am, I give up my seat for the girls.
(Am I a nice guy, or what?)
I am not blowing smoke up my okole (ass) the gents I am sitting next to, Russell, and Glenn, from the Big Isalnd of Hawaii, said so. So...THERE!
Nah, nah nah. It was no problem, give me a seat anywhere. I am fine with it. So off we goes to LV land. Lady C held her own, being the able minded passenger she is. (we'll get back to that later.)
We get to LV at around the 930PM hour.
Lady C & Aunty R 1/2 way to LV. (2 adult beverages for me)
We hop on the shuttle bus. I always tip the driver some buckes, 'cause i know sevice work sucks, and so I feel the need.
Can we all say "driver from hell????"
Now, I know the mainland drivers drive a wee bit faster than the ones here in the islands, but this brother made Mario Andretti look like a friggin' nun. He flew. To the point of the damn shuttle feeliing like it was going to tip over, from the top heaviness of the vehicle, to the fact that well, bruddah was speeding. That would be capital "S". Nailing 90, easy. So our space shuttle lands, and we get to the room, boring stuff deleted. And then its VACATION time! Out the door to eat, for the girls anyway, and me. i am out the door to the nirvana that is the craps table.
Me & Aunty Rosie
Only problem being, there is no openings at the tables, so I park my carcass at the bar close by, and grab a beer, and play some Video Poker. I throw a 20 in, and play. 30 min later, i spock and opening on the tables, and cash out - $165 on the plus side.
Whooo da lucky, eh? Dont worry, that shit changes, fast.
I hit the tables, crank out a few good rolls, and have a blast. Up overall, maybe a hundred bucks. (this is straight up, all totals, Lady C money, oh god, and all expenses, included, I aint braking that stuff down) I decide to take a break, and call the ladies up.
"Where you at?"
LC - " Down at the Fremont Hotel"
"Howzit going?"
LC - "Ok, nothing great, come by"
"I am walking that way now"
You have to realize, I...well...MOBILE. I move FAST. I walk FAST, I talk FAST. ( I think S L O W , tho') So I can be all over hell half creation in a flash, not minding the store, Lady C and Aunty, walk, R E L A X E D. I get there, and small talk a side, I pop in a 20 spot to the girls, and say "good luck!" before mobile again.
As I am walking back to the Cal, Lady C rings the Cell, saying -
"Come back I hit the Wheel Of Fortune for 1000 bucks"
Me- "No way!"
The ever deviant regal one - "YES, Way!!!!!"
I go back and see the carnage her and Aunty Rosie have caused, and congratulate them.
Its craps time baby!!!!
Yep. Craps time. My game, my fun. The easiest way to describe Craps, is, you win all your bets 1 at a time, but you lose them ALL AT ONCE, when you lose, and that is the name of the game, its called gambling.
- And I will slide my preach in here - Gambling, whether you agree, or not, is entertainment.
That is it.
You as an A D U L T , decide to gamble or not.
PERIOD.
That's it.
I entertain myself, while on vacation away from home, by a little gambling.
There are those that cant do this, that do have a issue, but Y O U ' R E AN A D U L T!
Case closed.
Back to fun zone, as the sad face of a gamblers problem hits us all, right square between the reality eyes.
I hit the tables, and my thing is, Fun. I hate a stale table of boredom. I have fun, I am wagering, i know the risk, It, craps, is a organized experience of mayhem towards the Casinos Coffers. The gots the bank, and i am in battle with my fellow combatants, attacking. Day one attack goes so - so, besdies Lady C win, we are at even, no up, no down.
You can piss on the Berlin Wall at the Main Street Station Mens Bathroom, if ya like.
Our day draws to a end late into the LV night, with a hug and a kiss, and fortunes dreaming, nickels - a - needed, and the all impressive YO BABY, Y O B A B Y, Y O !!!!!!!!
That rounds out the craps play.
Part 2 of this saga, soon.
Take care, glad to be home.
A L O H A .
Its back in the land of moist air, from the land of the dry heat, money vacuums, and Lady C's instant access to her personal ATM. (that'd be me)
No trip to Vegas is complete without the requisite something coming up, and that was adding Aunty Rosie to the itinerary. I love Aunty Rosie. She is a sweetheart, and Lady C's bestest friend. So the trio sets out to conquer the mega-and-not-so-mega Casinos. Our flight out was un-eventful, and Lady C and her fear of flying got the stellar attention from the flight crew on Omni Air, the junket that flies out with Vacations Hawaii. I cant compliment these people enough. They really went the extra mile to make her comfortable. So our original package was the 2 of us in First Class, and adding Aunty R later. We couldnt get her up there with us. The closest I could find was the business class right behind first, but Lady C really wanted to have her with us, or by her atleast, so she could 'talk story' or whatevers.
So being the wonderful human thingy I am, I give up my seat for the girls.
(Am I a nice guy, or what?)
I am not blowing smoke up my okole (ass) the gents I am sitting next to, Russell, and Glenn, from the Big Isalnd of Hawaii, said so. So...THERE!
Nah, nah nah. It was no problem, give me a seat anywhere. I am fine with it. So off we goes to LV land. Lady C held her own, being the able minded passenger she is. (we'll get back to that later.)
We get to LV at around the 930PM hour.
Lady C & Aunty R 1/2 way to LV. (2 adult beverages for me)
We hop on the shuttle bus. I always tip the driver some buckes, 'cause i know sevice work sucks, and so I feel the need.
Can we all say "driver from hell????"
Now, I know the mainland drivers drive a wee bit faster than the ones here in the islands, but this brother made Mario Andretti look like a friggin' nun. He flew. To the point of the damn shuttle feeliing like it was going to tip over, from the top heaviness of the vehicle, to the fact that well, bruddah was speeding. That would be capital "S". Nailing 90, easy. So our space shuttle lands, and we get to the room, boring stuff deleted. And then its VACATION time! Out the door to eat, for the girls anyway, and me. i am out the door to the nirvana that is the craps table.
Me & Aunty Rosie
Only problem being, there is no openings at the tables, so I park my carcass at the bar close by, and grab a beer, and play some Video Poker. I throw a 20 in, and play. 30 min later, i spock and opening on the tables, and cash out - $165 on the plus side.
Whooo da lucky, eh? Dont worry, that shit changes, fast.
I hit the tables, crank out a few good rolls, and have a blast. Up overall, maybe a hundred bucks. (this is straight up, all totals, Lady C money, oh god, and all expenses, included, I aint braking that stuff down) I decide to take a break, and call the ladies up.
"Where you at?"
LC - " Down at the Fremont Hotel"
"Howzit going?"
LC - "Ok, nothing great, come by"
"I am walking that way now"
You have to realize, I...well...MOBILE. I move FAST. I walk FAST, I talk FAST. ( I think S L O W , tho') So I can be all over hell half creation in a flash, not minding the store, Lady C and Aunty, walk, R E L A X E D. I get there, and small talk a side, I pop in a 20 spot to the girls, and say "good luck!" before mobile again.
As I am walking back to the Cal, Lady C rings the Cell, saying -
"Come back I hit the Wheel Of Fortune for 1000 bucks"
Me- "No way!"
The ever deviant regal one - "YES, Way!!!!!"
I go back and see the carnage her and Aunty Rosie have caused, and congratulate them.
Its craps time baby!!!!
Yep. Craps time. My game, my fun. The easiest way to describe Craps, is, you win all your bets 1 at a time, but you lose them ALL AT ONCE, when you lose, and that is the name of the game, its called gambling.
- And I will slide my preach in here - Gambling, whether you agree, or not, is entertainment.
That is it.
You as an A D U L T , decide to gamble or not.
PERIOD.
That's it.
I entertain myself, while on vacation away from home, by a little gambling.
There are those that cant do this, that do have a issue, but Y O U ' R E AN A D U L T!
Case closed.
Back to fun zone, as the sad face of a gamblers problem hits us all, right square between the reality eyes.
I hit the tables, and my thing is, Fun. I hate a stale table of boredom. I have fun, I am wagering, i know the risk, It, craps, is a organized experience of mayhem towards the Casinos Coffers. The gots the bank, and i am in battle with my fellow combatants, attacking. Day one attack goes so - so, besdies Lady C win, we are at even, no up, no down.
You can piss on the Berlin Wall at the Main Street Station Mens Bathroom, if ya like.
Our day draws to a end late into the LV night, with a hug and a kiss, and fortunes dreaming, nickels - a - needed, and the all impressive YO BABY, Y O B A B Y, Y O !!!!!!!!
That rounds out the craps play.
Part 2 of this saga, soon.
Take care, glad to be home.
A L O H A .
5.11.05
Gimme a quarter on the yo.
Quick update from Las Vegas -
Virgin sweetheart girl roller, and a $25 yo bet, makes me happy.
Back it again.
Sweetness.
Lady C hitting a $1000 wheel of fortune.
Watching the Bellagio fountain show, trying not to tear up, cause it made me miss my daughter Maile soooo damn much, cause it was sooo beautiful.
Cruising the traffic mad strip, eating, drinking, and causing general mayhem by being overly nice to any retards I meet.
I got tales to tell. I got tales to tell.
We are on the road, times-a burning, no waste in my step, I am fearing, and loathing in Las Vegas, BABY!
Hope all are safe and happy.
Big time Aloha.
Yo - Eleven, baby!
Virgin sweetheart girl roller, and a $25 yo bet, makes me happy.
Back it again.
Sweetness.
Lady C hitting a $1000 wheel of fortune.
Watching the Bellagio fountain show, trying not to tear up, cause it made me miss my daughter Maile soooo damn much, cause it was sooo beautiful.
Cruising the traffic mad strip, eating, drinking, and causing general mayhem by being overly nice to any retards I meet.
I got tales to tell. I got tales to tell.
We are on the road, times-a burning, no waste in my step, I am fearing, and loathing in Las Vegas, BABY!
Hope all are safe and happy.
Big time Aloha.
Yo - Eleven, baby!
3.11.05
Viva Las Vegas Bound
Next stop, sin city.
The goodies are packed, the plane is a-waiting.
Out the door in the morning.
Next entry from the heartland of Downtown Las Vegas.
Stay tuned.
Aloha!
The goodies are packed, the plane is a-waiting.
Out the door in the morning.
Next entry from the heartland of Downtown Las Vegas.
Stay tuned.
Aloha!
2.11.05
Gas Guy Grew Boobs
Just noticed -
Gas Guys link goes to Busty Glamour Models Link.
There is something tweeked about all that, but i am not sure what it is.
Eh.
Aloha again.
Gas Guys link goes to Busty Glamour Models Link.
There is something tweeked about all that, but i am not sure what it is.
Eh.
Aloha again.
Viva
Oh yeah.
Less than 24 hours to go.
First whole 2 days off in a row, yesterday home stuffs, today run around last minute shitskis.
Out the door for a quick surf check, and surf, maybe!
Adult beverages to be consumed.
STOKED!!!!!
Aloha!
Less than 24 hours to go.
First whole 2 days off in a row, yesterday home stuffs, today run around last minute shitskis.
Out the door for a quick surf check, and surf, maybe!
Adult beverages to be consumed.
STOKED!!!!!
Aloha!
Reads
Click the link for a read.
A good read.
No matter your view on good, bad, God, god, Religion,religion, Faith, Leftish or Rightish, - - You get the picture.
I really think Hell is devoid of souls.
Because I believe HE is more forgivng than we can imagine.
My preach is over.
Aloha, stay well.
Busy man today, busy man.
A good read.
No matter your view on good, bad, God, god, Religion,religion, Faith, Leftish or Rightish, - - You get the picture.
I really think Hell is devoid of souls.
Because I believe HE is more forgivng than we can imagine.
My preach is over.
Aloha, stay well.
Busy man today, busy man.
1.11.05
Tuesday To-Do List
The Evil Vortex That Is CITY MILL
You start with blankness
End up unpteen hours later with this mess.
On a side note this is the Hula Mound for Maile in the side yard. Under the hill is a stunb of a 40' Mango Tree. I hated that tree. That tree had no good Mangos, but constantly mad rubbish. I musta trimmed that bugger a hundred times.
Take a look at the stones that make up the wall. Those are man cut stone. In Kaimuki, there was a quarry. Many of the rock walls in the area are made from thousands of these stones. Someone cut all of 'em. Think about that. Long ago, some guy put his heart out to cut stone. Thousands of them. Sure not only him, but the effort that went into each one of these, who can measure? The reason I say this is because as Hawaiians, we tend to believe nature carries spirits. Of our ancestors, of those passed on. Some feel it is bad luck to take stones. Many tourists have taken Lava rock only to return it in the mail; stating that tooooo much bad stuffs are going on 'cause of it.
I have these because at my old station 5 - Kaimuki, they were tearing down some walls to make a new drive way, and they did not need these I asked, and was granted permission to take them.
I have always though that the men or women who created these stones whould appreciate them being used, rather than cast on the side.
Aloha.
Down to 2 days before Vegas, baby!
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