Just Call Me Sally

So get this. My Dad was playing golf over the weekend in Southern New Jersey when he hit a poor tee shot out into the wood-line where the grass was knee-high. While searching for his Nike ball he felt a sharp pain on his ankle which he immediately brushed off as a bee sting. Jump 24 hours ahead and his ankle is swollen to the size of a baseball and with much convincing from Mom, he decides to go to the doctor. What did the doctor tell him? He told Dad that in fact he was not stung by a bee but rather a poisonous copperhead snake.  What?

So, the doctor gave him meds, pain management drugs and hopefully a tetanus shot for good measure. But this begs the question, who gets bit by a snake and brushes it off as an insect bite/sting and has to be coerced into going to see a doctor? Well, the toughest dude I know, my Dad.  Sadly I am not near the man as my, well, old man is. Case in point.

I walked home from a goodbye party for a dear friend of one of my best friends. Was that confusing? Well, they are great friends of mine too but it is a far bigger impact on her since she has known them from the first time they started grad school. Living in a college town, it is inevitable that people do graduate and leave the nest. So where was I….oh yeah! I walked home very late and the mood was perfectly set: lightning storm, no one around on what normally is a very busy street, blowing wind and a slightly tipsy dude whistling “Love Will Keep Us Together”. And then I stumbled upon this.

 

Now keep in mind it was 2am, I had a few drinks and the over all ambiance was a tad unsettling so when I saw this I did stop and stare for a solid minute. It wasn’t a parking meter because it was on the side-walk and it was standing under the bus stop. But I am rational. Of course it couldn’t be this…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Right? Because at that moment my 33 years on this Earth full of rational thought, this is where my mind went. So I walked closer, still not seeing exactly what this 3 and a half-foot figure was, standing on the side-walk at 2am in a thunder and lightning storm across from a convenience store appropriately name the “Murder Mart”. I am not making that up at all.

Still not entirely convincing even after my loud coughs and throat clearing that this was just a thing and not a thing. Looking at the photos now that it is sunny and I am sober, one can see that this isn’t paranormal but rather just some statue or object wrapped in plastic. But last night I wasn’t completely sure and cautiously approached, gingerly stepped much like a cat staring down a laser pointer.

I remember when I was in a combat unit over seas and carried a belt-fed machine gun and live hand grenades. Good to know that guy is still around. *eye roll*

So…a chuckle ensued as I finally was close enough to see that this wasn’t a 3 foot devil or menacing midget from a black mass party. No. It was just a credit card pay-meter that are being installed all over Chapel Hill. I know I lost cool points for this but ask yourself this, looking at the first picture, can you perhaps see where I was coming from? Ok. I know.

I need to lay off the scary movies for a minute. Sheesh.

Doin’ It!

It seems that a lot of my attention has been focused on the site and I haven’t been throwing a lot of content towards where it all began. Part of the reason is a situational dilemma (ei. real life and responsibilities) and another part is inspiration. I remember a couple years ago I would channel my real life through the blog and reading back on it now, there were some pretty funny episodes of my life. I want to recapture that outlook again and stay away from just stating random thoughts via Facebook and Twitter. Writing is both theraputic and a great medium to share how crazy my perception of life really is. There is more to this fast-paced gape that I have been strolling through life with. Sometimes you have to sit down and record it. It needs to be shared so others can say, “how does this guy make it with those ridiculous interpretations of observation?”.

I donno

So, neglecting my true love with writing, all the vlogs, website visuals and music clips will be put second. I am glad to say that I have finally gotten my imagination and creativeness to work again. So be prepared to have me steal your intelligence.

Summer Beer Review!

I know, I know, I know. I usually save the beer reviews for September through the entire holiday season but seeing how I am trying to fill up content for the new multimedia website, Veggiemacabre.tv, I figured I should stick to my roots. So tonight I am reviewing a local brew from North Carolina, French Broad’s 13 Rebels E.S.B.. I liked it and even though it is light on the bitters units (IBU) and only 5.2% alcohol by volume, it holds up in light body and flavor. Please watch and enjoy. And even enjoy the racist ashtray at the beginning.

Ghost Pepper Hot Sauce Face-Kick

The demon that possessed Reagan is in that bottle.

Ever do something and the very second you did it you thought, “I sure wish I was a giraffe because giraffes would never be in this situation”? Well, that was me at about 9:30 last night when I took not even a spoonful of Dave’s Gourmet Ghost Pepper Sauce. It was an immediate burn that had me hurting and speaking, oddly, much higher than usual. I am not sure who made the ghost pepper (it was made in a lab in the UK) but it really is just a shade below police grade pepper spray. Or maybe the same. Well, you can be sure from watching the video below that I will be using caution with the bit of Hell that is trapped in this cute labeled bottle.

Oh, it is 1,041,240 on the Scoville scale of hotness. It says not to eat if you have respiratory or heart problems. Good to know!

Finally! Right?

Remember that review I promised for Veggiemacabre.TV about a month ago? Well here it is. This is the first Hot Sauce review challenge in collaboration with Review the World. I know it isn’t the most exciting review but we did sacrifice our mouth and stomach lining so BACK OFF! Sorry. Well, look for major changes over at Veggiemacabre.tv thanks to this new kick off review. And check out my boy Brian’s site over at RtW.