I’m a GoFor

I got my girl friend hooked on the show lost a few weeks back. Since we don’t have cable, for now, we’ve been watching the show on www.hulu.com. It’s been fun watching the weirdness develop. To me, the show has devolved into a primetime soap opera. Everything that cannot be explained is attributed to the island and its weird magnetic activity.

Anyway, were about halfway through the first of a two part episode when the connection breaks and we have to start over. An hour and half later we’re not getting anywhere. So what does she do, she starts browsing Amazon to see how much it would be to buy season 3 and season 4. Yeah, she’s a bit obsessed with the show.

We’re looking at 60 bucks to see the rest of the shows. Then I say, “why don’t we just rent it from Block Buster?” Ten minutes later I’m in my car driving to Block Buster renting the last part of season 3 and the first half of season 4. The worst part about this is I liked it.

I’m Not a Good Baby Sitter’s Assistant

I went over to my fiend’s house this weekend to play some video games. This poor guy has two daughters, 5 and 3 years old so he’s constantly having to do girlie things with his wife and daughters. Every so often I get a call from him to get some “guy” time in.

This weekend he called me in desperation for “guy” time. He just finished steam cleaning the carpets. Being the good friend I am and knowing I could get my Xbox back I went over to his house. What I found was a stressed person with furniture stacked every where but where it was supposed to be and carpet cleaning equipment laying around. As soon as he got there he offered me a drink and set up the Xbox.

After about a half hour of playing and a few drinks his wife walked through the door. She’s happy he cleaned the carpet but not too happy he didn’t finish the job. The two carpet steamers are in the middle of the door way and he’s got a bunch of computer equipment laying around.

His wife wasn’t happy but he didn’t pick up on this so we continue playing. A half hour later his wife comes to him and says, his oldest daughter wants to have her friend over and she’s going to get her. His wife also said that she has to get out of the house; she doesn’t know where she’s going but she’s got to get out. I’m laughing on the inside because I know she’s really pissed at him and he has no idea.

Before she goes, she says, “you have to watch the girls because they tend to make a mess”. He says sure, ignoring her and pours himself another drink.

About a half hour later one of the girls is sitting on the steps out of sight being quiet. My friend asks her what she’s doing and she says, “I’m working.”

We ignore her because we’re half in the bag on a very important mission in the game. During our break my friend decided to check on the girls. It appears the “work” they were involved in was writing there names by all of the light switches in the house. When they got bored with that they decided to color the house. Yes folks there was red, yellow, and blue marker all over the walls. They decorated the banister going to the basement and continued the artistic collage to the wall and around the the entire basement. It was a great effort by the girls.

I promptly left when it became apparent his wife was going to kill people when she came home. I haven’t talked to him in two days. I hope he’s out of intensive care.

Lux Interior Dies at 62

Many of the GPTRN fans may not know who Lux Interior is; he was the front man for a group called the Cramps. The Cramps were part of the 60’s and 70’s punk rock scene. While they never gained the commercial success of groups such as the Clash or the Jam, they were just as influential. The Cramps were loud and raw. The Cramps took music to new level, or maybe I’m better off saying a different level.

Their influences were blues and rockabilly. Take the rhythm of blues; smash it together with rockabilly guitar and wrap it up with vaudeville antics and you get something close to the Cramps. While on the surface the lyrics seemed simple and almost inane a closer look showed almost too subtle puns.

The Cramps stage image at first glance was pure S&M. However, like all things with the Cramps, there was more to it than what was shown on the surface. Lux Interior often dressed in stiletto heals wearing womens’ lingerie underneath his jacket, was one of the first gender benders of rock. Eventually during the show, Lux discarded all clothing but bikini briefs and his stiletto heals making his climb to the top of the speaker or to a balcony of a small venue that much more memorable. I liken it to a watching a car crash; yes its ugly but some how you couldn’t take your eyes off of it.

Lux Interior was a major influence on the punk scene and continues to be a major influence to GPATRN. Lux, you will be missed.

Class Reunions

Class Reunions

DO NOT open any e-mails from Classmates.com. Once you do your in for a unleashed fury of correspondences from people you didn’t want to talk to 30 years ago let alone talk to now. I fell for the curious “you have three people checking your profile” then after I fell for the trap and realized I never filled out a profile, they had me. Or should I say my e-mail address. With the people gathering information for my 30th year high school reunion flying around like buzzards around a cow carcass.

I immediately got an e-mail from one of the members of this committee. Starting off innocent enough with small talk a request if I new any others, I tried to politely back out. Then receiving more e-mails trying to get info like an old school detective working the swing shift trying to interrogate a two-bit hustler. Still not knowing what to expect, I briefly described that I had a couple of kids and married someone from the same class, blah, blah blah then it hit. They didn’t even acknowledge anything I wrote and instead went into a non-stop baggage dump of drunken husbands, never seeing each other, bad marriage, etc.

WOW! I started thinking, OK, how do I get out of this. I started wishing ‘lots of luck’, ‘I can’t make it cause I got to organize my sock drawer’, and ‘too busy to talk right now’. Then I just ended the last e-mail with the ‘keep in touch’. I don’t want to be mean or seem non-caring but what difference is a person I haven’t seen in thirty years any different from someone that I never met, shouldn’t there be a statute of limitations for knowing someone, unless you spent a ton of time with them not just one semester of English class, you should limit your gut spilling, heart wrenching, noose tying tirade.

Maybe I’m looking at this all wrong; it was the reunion itself that was all wrong. Everyone has issues in high school, people they hated, girls you liked but didn’t know you existed, embarrassing events and going through puberty all lead to four years for most people, couldn’t wait for it to be over. I for one, hated school and why the hell would I want to be reminded about it. It took the last 30 years to forget it! Now I have freaking nightmares of tests, goons, and not being liked by girls I just wanted to talk to. I should track that person down that e-mailed me and kick the crap out of her. Good for her drunken husband and lowly life, you were miss popular then and now your ‘wishing things were like your life’. Bullshit! What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, high school didn’t kill me (came close) but I new I wanted to make it better. Got the girl I wanted and it’s been perfect with two kids I appreciate a little more now.

I should start e-mailing all those losers and show them what a good life could be like except I don’t have the e-mail address to every white trash bar in Cicero. Reunion, my ass! In case you didn’t get my final RSVP, its drop dead!

Cazek

Christmas Gifts

There’s only a few days left before Christmas. If there are any people out there reading this that are still looking for that perfect Christmas gift, I have the answer for you. Scouring the internet and paying close attention to late night infomercials, I’ve gathered a list of products that are sure to save you form yourself. These products represent the ingenuity of Americans. They are proof that higher learning, painstaking research and cheep child labor can converge to create a product that is not only mindbogglingly simple but totally useless.

Listen Up

“The personal listening device that turns ordinary listening into extrodinary listening.” Now that’s marketing genius at its best. I won’t point out that they misspelled extraordinary. OK never mind, I just did.  I’m sure everyone who has a TV has seen these commercials. The poor guy is getting bitched out by his wife for going deaf, and all he can do is shake his head. My favorite part of the commercial is the face the guy makes when he has to turn down the stereo; now that is great acting. I’m getting one of these so I listen to people talk about me. They would never notice me holding up this pager like thing staring at them like a mental patient, would they?

Awesome Auger

“Take the hard work out of yard work!” Again, there’s a marketing genius at work here. Nothing says I love you like a cheep drill and useless add-ons. In this commercial we see Billy Mays, the most annoying person on TV, going through loose mulch like it was loose mulch. That scene sold me on this product.

The Snuggie

“The Blanket with Sleeves!” What can I say, sometimes the marketing just lays it out there for your. What more could you really say about this? Some uses for the Snuggie are:

• Oversized Sleeves – code for it works for fat people too.
• Hands Free –perfect for people without hands. Think about it, if you don’t have hands, how are you going to keep that blanket around you?
• Super large – not just large but super large, another nod to fat people.
• Machine washable – for those of you who do have a machine that washes stuff, this will prevent you from having to make your way to river and beat it with a rock to clean it.
• Perfect for Outdoor use – because who would be uncomfortable sitting next to a person dressed like a monk?
• Makes a great gift -  I can’t agree more, if you happen to be out of sweaters and have a fetish that requires you to dress like a monk, this is the perfect gift.

Facial Flex

“The only “proven” way to tone and condition the underlying muscles of the face, chin and neck.” Did you get that, the ONLY way to tone underlying face muscles. Now, if you’re worried about your overlaying facial muscles, you’ll have to find a different product. Their marketing department needs some creativity but the commercial on the site more than makes up for it. This is my favorite item in the list. You have to watch this commercial. This lady is jacked up on drugs or something because I don’t think she understands what she doing. The classical music playing in the background and her trying to count while using the Facial-Flex makes for an unbelievable experience.

I say we keep this one for the ladies. This should go over really well them. “Hey honey, your face is kind of fucked up so I got you this for you; hope it helps.

The YouTube clip is too funny.  People will do anything to get on TV. Notice how they have the young woman working the Face-Flex while the older women stand around talking. I wonder why they did that? I can just see it; everyone is standing around trying to decide how they’re going to coordinate the set for the infomercial when the male producer says, “I think she should demonstrate it because you two are better talkers. Yeah, that’s it, you two are better talkers.”

Of course after seeing her demonstrate this thing, it may not be a bad gift. Of course after giving it, I’ll have to find a new place to live.

I hope these products help you with your Christmas gift buying.

Pavel

Redneck verses White Trash

Red neck verses White trash

 

I know you’ve heard of the ‘you know you’re a redneck neck when…” jokes

and I know you’ve heard of the term white trash, but I never new technically what the difference between them were until last night. I was washing dishes that got piled up more than usual. My wife was helping the kids with homework while I was scrubbing all sorts of plates, and pans, lids and glasses. Round ones, square ones, flat and deep, all sorts of shapes and sizes then I came up to the Tupperware. “Hmm’ I said to myself. I usually say ‘hmm” to myself when I don’t have anything else to say. So I was a thinking that these plastic containers, plates and pans, lids and glasses. Round ones, square ones flat and deep ones all sorts of shapes and sizes are plastic. Yes, something I would think is thrown away. But knowing how my wife is fond of her Tupperware I started washing the plastic plates and pans, lids and glasses. Round ones, square ones, flat and deep, all sorts of shapes and sizes till my fingers got all wrinkly.

 

I thought I was done.

 

The key word in the last sentence was thought which is when I usually get myself in trouble. So, when I was leaving the sink and putting away all the regular dishes and Tupperware, pans and lids and glasses. Round ones, square ones, flat and deep, all sorts of shapes and sizes is when I heard what I thought I would never hear. “Don’t forget the butter containers.” Butter containers? I looked on the side of the counter and there were all sorts of plastic containers that once were the original containers for butter, cool whip, margarine, ice-cream, frozen fruits and  many that had wrappers that came off after repeated times of use. I was going to throw them out. Like normal people do. I was about to say to my wife, “You got to be kidding, these are meant to be thrown out”? but didn’t when I seen the “do you want to meet God tonight?” Look on her face after dealing with my two boys for and hour. So I started washing. Cheap plastic plates and pans, lids and glasses. Round ones, square ones, flat and deep, all sorts of shapes and sizes. Then is hit me. I bet you also forgot the real question to this story, didn’t you. That is the definition between a redneck and white trash. A Redneck is someone who has more Tupperware the regular dishes, and white trash has more disposable containers than Tupperware and still uses it over and over again.

 

Now nothing else about us has any implications of any redneck jokes or white trash stereotypes, and since Christmas is coming, I think I am going to do my family a huge favor and buy about $500 in normal pots and pans, Pyrex and China containers, pans and lids, and glasses. Round ones, square ones, flat and deep, all sorts of shapes an sizes just so I don’t have to wash out a Cool Whip bowl for the tenth time.

 

Piece….Cazek

Free Stuff…you mean garbage

Free Stuff…you mean garbage

 

OK, now I don’t have a lot of time on my hands as you imagine. I have a farm to take care of, kids to yell at, places to go and tons of work to do, but there is no way I am going to pick through my garbage and then sit in front of the computer and go on Craigslist to give it away for free. You got to see the crap that’s on there. It’s like a traffic accident, you don’t want to look but you have to see the carnage.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I love craigslist. I’m hooked on looking for musical instruments, old cars and things that are worth buying, but you have to look at the free section. My god do people have a clue in the world anymore. I understand that green is in and land fills are out of whack for a hundred years but when I see some of the worthless nonsense on there you got to shake your head.

 

I got to share some of these and they are actually real;

 

***Diaper Bag FREE!!!!

 

Drywall Joint Compound

 

10 Glass Ashtrays

 

Summers Eve Douche

 

Commode,

 

You see what I mean; I can’t believe that anyone is going to drive 5 miles with gas prices today to pick up a free tub of Dry wall compound that you get a Menards for $3. I also wouldn’t let my kids butt get near some moldy ass diaper bag. I also really wanted to get an old smelly ass ash tray from a bar let alone ten of them. My favorites are the douche and commode. Enough said on those.

 

People out there, use the garbage can for this crap. No one is going to protest your house for global warming or polluting for throwing this junk out. Most of the items on the list were legit. Couches and table that cant be taken when moving. I can even see the non-working water heaters and furnaces would be good if a scrap guy took it instead of filling up a garbage dump.

 

To the head of Craigslist, have a warning label not to have stupid people list anything  although, it does make for good reading.

 

Ppppppp’s, Cazek

 

Vegan? What’s up with that?

Why the Sam Hell would anyone want to be a vegan? I recently came across someone who ordered lunch and commented she was a vegan. I wasn’t sure what exactly what that is or what levels of veganism there are, so the question was asked what she couldn’t have. No meat of course, no milk, no cheese, etc. O.K. I thought, that leaves dirt, wood, plastic, or a wide variety of things that are under my car seat that I am sure are not listed on the element chart.

I looked it up and vegans don’t eat anything with a face or any products from them especially ones kept on a farm. So now the list gets smaller. No honey, no leather, no wool, no silk and the list goes on. Unbelievable! God created Adam and Eve and said stay away from one tree, not; don’t eat anything with a face.

What are the byproducts going to do to you? I happen to have sheep on my farm and they are the most spoiled animals you could imagine. They don’t do anything all day except eat, walk around a pasture, and sleep. What is a silk worm going to do without an avenue to express creativity? There are going to be long lines of unemployed worms, bees, sheep and a host of animals that love to do what they do.

If you have to think about animal’s faces, look at it this way. Lions chase down zebras from behind, to avoid eye contact. Tigers always get you from behind, why? So they don’t have to see your eyes bulge and hear you scream “Ah, shit!” Just eat your hamburger from behind, enjoy your steak by running after it and pouncing on it. Or I got another idea; Sharks close their eyes just as they clamp down on your sorry ass, why? Probably not to get blood stinging their eyes but it could be so they won’t have to see you. So enjoy the hot dog or beef sandwich with your eyes closed. Think of it as juicy tofu and seaweed sandwich.

Come to think of it, I was getting inspired one day at a Pow-Wow when I talked to someone about creation and feelings and it was brought up that plants, even without a nervous system, talk to each other. They follow the sun to get energy and send off pollens and communicate in ways we don’t. These vegans are munching on a plethora of little helpless creatures that can’t even run away. Alfalfa and bean sprouts by the millions are getting hunted and devoured by cruel vegans. Beets and carrots are being ripped from the earth, naked and humiliated by the billions to satisfy some deranged yuppie, vegetarian…Holy Crap! It’s even in their name.

See what I mean, to everyone: Let’s eat everything in the same manner and not be so dam righteous about this or that. That’s why it all was created in the first place. If you don’t eat something it should be that you don’t like the taste or it’s slimy or your brother forced it down your throat as a kid and the son of a….sorry that’s a story for a later time.

Brain Freeze

Sometimes after writing for years you just don’t have it one day. Today is my day. A mental fart, a flat tire on the left side of my brain, a closed gate in the pasture of intelligence. Who know why, no inspiration, no good or bad in my life, complacency, too comfortable? I make feelings come out in music and words. Today, I have none.

 

I wrapped up a tune about a month ago called lipstick on my microphone which is sure to be a top 1000 hit. After that, I just had a mental melt down. I even tried to write a blog today and cant. All I got was mumbled mess of syllables and sounds that wouldn’t even be considered a sentence if a chimpanzee said it. Most of our initial songs came from the life and times of growing up in the streets, eating cabbage to often, travels and especially meeting the peoples of the world and seeing that God made smart ones and very, very dumb ones. We’ve met most of those. Now I need more.

 

I think I will go out and see if anything can inspire me. Perhaps a rollercoaster that I loosened a wheel on, going through a drive through on my horse or cashing a royalty check and asking for it in nickels… dirty ones.

 

I shouldn’t feel so bad, lot of bands have one hit wonders and you never hear from them again. Kung Fu Fighting and Carl Douglass was gone. S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y and the Bay City Rollers and now making fries, and don’t forget the Bee-Gees who never wrote a good song but some moron still put out their crap.

 

I just need a feeling

I just need some time

To say what is not even in my mind

To make you hear words that aren’t there

For things that are missing.

 

 

Hmm, well I probably wouldn’t know a good tune if it bit me in the ass…..hey wait a minute! Put an umpah beat to that and I got something. I’m a genius, shear genius.

 

Well folks, don’t worry, I’m back, now if I could work on doing a good blog.

 

 

Pee, Cazek

Company Schwag

Like successful Polka Rock bands, companies have to be careful to ensure that the Schwag doesn’t walk away. These items are used to advertise the company at conventions and shows. Here at GPATRN we have hundreds of concert shirt disappear every time we go out on the road so we understand this problem.

The company I work with has found the answer to this dilemma. They make their marketing materials so ugly and or annoying; the people working at the company would never want it. Take a look at this orange shirt below. Who in their right mind would want to wear this thing around? It screams “I want to be a crossing guard.” I remember being a patrol boy in grade school. I swear that orange is the same color of the patrol belts I used to wear in grade school.

The other schwag item no one would ever want is a monkey with a cape on its back. So what’s so annoying about a monkey with a cape; nothing, unless you squeeze it. When you squeeze the monkey it makes a very shrill screeching sound. It sounds like a stuck pig. The guys in the officer were throwing it around for about 5 minutes the other day. They didn’t stop until I stabbed it. They got the message.

So all you marketing directors worried about your company schwag walking away, take note, if the company schwage is so ugly and/or annoying, the people in your company won’t want it.

Pavel