Hail to the King

Bruce Campbell and I
Originally uploaded by Stormwysper.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am a huge B movie fan, and the king of all B movies is Bruce Campbell. He was doing a book signing Friday night at Borders for his new book, Make Love...The Bruce Campbell way.

I orginally wasn't going to go as I figured it would be a huge line, but Tom texted me and asked me if I wanted to see Jackass 2 (which wasn't as good as the first one btw) and to meet him at the IMAX theater around 9:00 and he would have a suprise for me. I had forgotten about the signing and headed on towards Borders where there was a huge line around the building at 8:00. I texted Tom to let him know parking was a bitch cause of the book signing when he called me back to say that the suprise was he bought me the book and was going to get it autographed. So I went back and stood in line with Tom and kept him company.

Finally got to the front around 11:00 and sat down with Bruce. Shook his hand and bullshitted with him for a minute. He was nice enough to take this pic. I give the guy respect. He was signing since around 6:30 and there was like 25 people behind me.

Weeeeeeeeeeoooooottttccccchhhh!!!

I think I saw the worst movie of the year last night.

Even worse then X3. It was called The Covenant.

I wanted to gouge my eyes out five minutes into this piece of shit.

Was at a game yesterday when my friend Kenny called me. He and his wife Bonnie (whom I met the Bilf™ through) and he wanted to go see the above said movie. Two other couples were going as well and we would all meet at Riverpark at around 9:00. I had no desire to see this movie, but I felt bad as we hadn't done anything in a while so I bit the bullet (which I should have saved later for the movie) and agreed.

For some reason the concession lines were really long so we got into the theater late and had to sit three rows back. Normally I like to sit back farther, but I didn't really care. The movie started with a bunch of text trying to make a feeble attempt of a backstory. Upon seeing this I slapped my forehead (one of many times) as it showed how lazy the director was and didn't want to film this. That or they ran out of money after spending what seems 80% on special effects. After the confusion of the backstory was done, a remix of White Zombie's "More Human then Human" greated the audience at near deafening levels. I had my doubts, but I knew this was going to be a shitty movie. Loud music is played to drown out the lack of plot, acting, or in this case everything. I started riffing this motherfucker quickly, and my friend Kenny said he was going to hit me if I didn't stop (he said this laughingly so I doubt he would, but never know). I reminded him that it was his idea to see this piece of shit and this is my payback.

I swear for the first hour or so there was no plot. Just these preppy teens that were witches and how they bitched and whined and shit. There were people who were bad guys for a bit then just dissapeared. Then one of the good guys turned out to be a bad guy and wanted the boy witches powers. It was so convulated that I won't even try to bore the two people who read this with the details. So finally the final battle occured. The loud heavy metal music made sure I was aware of this. So they start fighting by throwing invisible balls that everyone can see at each other. Then comes the part where I nearly walked out. The bad witch says to the good witch "You're my weotch. You know instead of beotch." The fact they had to explain the joke was attrocious, but even worse my girlfriend snapped. She started going off on the movie and shown a nasty streak I hadn't seen before. Of course I was turned on.

Finally the piece of shit was over and it recieved well deserved boos from the audience. Of course my friends never cease to amaze me. My friend Bonnie goes "Well that was better then I thought it was going to be." I replied with "You polish a turd and it's still a turd." And of course I heard that Uwe Boll is doing another piece of shit. I should take Kenny to that one.

Five Years Later

September 11, 2001. I'll never forget that day. I doubt anyone would. But I will not be political in my words here as it would disrespect those who have lost their lives on that day. All I can say is that they are in my thoughts and prayers and you are heroes to me. You showed bravery and courage that would make anyone proud. You are sorely missed and you will never be forgotten.

People suck ass

Well last night sucked major ass. I meet the rest of the group for dinner at 7:00 at Irene's in the Tower District to discuss things for that night and anything else that might be coming up. Mostly talked about the office we were doing that night as well as the Sierra Sky Ranch trip next month. We were supposed to be at the office at 9:00 where we were to meet one person who seemed to be having the most experiences and another co-worker (apparently the rest of the office was to have a drawing to see who this person was).

We left around 8:45 as I thought it would be best to get their early, and it would also look more professional then arriving even a few minutes late. We got there around 8:55 and the places was still locked up. No big deal right? 9:00 rolls around and still no one. Then 9:10. Then 9:20. Then 9:30. Still no one. I was pissed at this point. And it's not like things weren't clear with the office. The head investigator had signed all the necessary paper work and told them we would be there at 9:00 on September 9. She even called them on Wednesday and left a message to verify. No one called back so she assumed that things were still on. She had thought maybe they had called her house after she left. But she and her husband left at 6:00 and calling after that isn't much notice and not professional at all.

She had asked me (and the rest) if we want to try to reschedule. I said if they have a legimate excuse as to why they didn't call, say like a family emergency, then I wouldn't have a problem rescheduling. But if their excuse was something like it just slipped there mind or they got tickets to the Fresno State/Oregon game (Oregon won, the fuckers) then that is bullshit.

What I am thinking is that the owners of the business were already a bit apprehensive that they might have ghosts and it would affect their business if the word got out. I think they just got cold feet and instead of being professional and calling us and letting us know, they had us waiting in a shitty part of Fresno at night. Not cool at all.

I'm curious as to what their excuse will be. I do want to go still, but not if we are not to be taken seriously.

Cingular Savior

I went to the Cingular store today to fix my phone. From what I read on-line, I had fucked up the SIM card by trying too many times. So I went to the store and told the clerk, Lorainne, what happened. She said that I was going to need to need a new card (like I thought) and it was going to cost $25. She was about to charge me, but she paused and asked for my phone number. I gave it to her and she punched it into her computer and verified my account. And the next thing I know she hands me my phone back and it was working. I don't know what she did, but she saved me $25 and I am thankful for that.

I'm definitely in a better mood now and can't wait for tonight.

D'oh!

I swear I am an idiot. I bought a Bluetooth USB adaptor for my laptop so I can use my cellphone to hook up to the net. I get home and am setting it up with no problems and it's asking for the SIM #. I forgot what it was and being the idiot I am I enter the phone thinking it will show it to me. After fucking around I lock the damn thing up. Now I get a message saying "Sim blocked". I checked the manual and it gives the default and that doesn't work. I couldn't remember if I changed it to match another password so I try that. Nothing. Try a few more. Still nothing. I go to Cingular's site to see if I can find anything and it says if I try more then ten times, the SIM card gets fried (I assume this is some sort of security anti-theft thing). So now I am fucked. My cell is my only phone, I unhooked the land line five years ago when I got it. Thankfully I have my old card and was able to get my phone numbers off the cell (stored them on the phone, not the card). So I will have to go to the Cingular store tomorrow and see what they can do. Hopefully it's not fried, but if it is then I have to fork over $25. I can't bitch, as I was the dumbass who did it. I just pray they have cards.

And tomorrow night is the ghost investigation and I try to remain as stress free for those so my mind is clear and I am in control of myself. So I need to get this taken care of as soon as possible.

Crickey!!

I'm sure everyone has heard it by now being twenty four hours later, but the Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin, died yesterday when a sting ray's barb pierced his heart and he died. He didn't pull it out as rumors are saying. I think those are just trying to show how manly he was. But no urban legend is needed, the guy was a stud. I remember him going into a rattlesnake cave and yelling to his wife to fetch him a stick. The guy had some huge balls. He will be sorely missed. I'm posting a video clip from YouTube below. It's from an episode of Southpark where the kids where watching an episode of Croc Hunter. Yeah it's fiction, but it sums Steve up pretty well.



RIP mate. You'll be missed.

Sweet Fantasy 'o Mine

So the fantasy football draft went pretty well last night. I had to change my strategy in the first round (20 overall) as ten people drafted running backs ahead of me and I felt that my first round pick wasn't worth spending on a lesser running back, I picked up my number one wide reciever. Then second I got my number two quarterback. It seemed everyone was picking running backs to trade later (what trade a RB for a RB?) so I started taking the rest of my number one's (which happened to be a lot of other's number ones as well). Picked up the number one defence and tight end as well so I think I did all right. I'm curious as to how the trades are going to work out. Here's who I have and in what round I got them. As the last rounds came up I started taking gambles (like a running back that is out for at least six weeks) just to see what would happen.


Round 1: Marvin Harrison, wide reciever for theIndianaplis Colts.
Round 2: Carson Palmer, quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals.
Round 3: Tatum Bell, running back for the Denver Broncos.
Round 4: Antonio Gates, tight end for the San Diego Chargers.
Round 5: Carolina Panthers defense.
Round 6: Frank Gore, running back for the San Francisco 49ers.
Round 7: Antonio Bryant, wide reciever for the San Francisco 49ers.
Round 8: Ben Roethlisbergr, quarterback for the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Round 9: Laveranus Coles, wide reciever for the New York Jets.
Round 10: Lendale White, running back for the Tennessee Titans.
Round 11: Antwon Randel El, wide reciever for the Washington Redskins.
Round 12: Mike Vanderjagt, kicker for the Dallas Cowboys.
Round 13: Bubba Franks, tight end for the Green Bay Packers.
Round 14: Bobby Engram, wide reciever for the Seattle Seahawks.
Round 15: Chris Brown, running back for the Tennessee Titans.
Round 16: Kansas City Chiefs defense.
Round 17: Joe Jurvicius, wide reciever for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
Round 18: Priest Holmes, running back for the Kansas City Chiefs.
Round 19: Jabar Gaffney, wide reciever for the Philadelphia Eagles.
Round 20: Zack Crocket, running back for the Oakland Raiders.

I'll post the weekly results. Hopefully my picks will do well.

We secretly replaced his nachos with crazy chicken nachos. Will he notice the difference?

The Bilf™ and I went to dinner and a movie last night. We were going to see the Illusionist, but at the last minute she wanted to see Snakes on a Plane. Who am I to turn down some more cheesy snake goodness? The audience was much more fun this time, even though some security came to tell some screaming teenagers to shut up. I saw some big thuggish guy reach for something and I swear he was going to pull out a gun (gotta love Fresno), but I guess he was just adjusting himself. The Bilf™ really liked it and was laughing about as much as I was, though she did jump at a few spots. I didn't but I had already seen the movie (though I did jump at them before). She did roll her eyes at a few of my riffs, but I was going for bad.

Since I was still owed a birthday dinner we then headed on over to Elephant Bar. I hadn't been there in a while and had forgotten how loud it is and it was nealy impossible to hear my girlfriend when we were talking. I had blackened catfish with jambalya and it was really good, really spicey. The Bilf™ had a kung pao chicken and it was ok. It tasted like they didn't cook the chicken in the kunk pao sauce. It had a grilled taste to it so I think they just grilled the chicken then put the sauce on it before serving it.

I'm going over Tom's soon. He wants to do a fantasy football draft so this should be interesting and fun. Last time I did it was when I still worked at Darden's. What I really liked about it was you followed the games your players were in since you now had a vested interest in them. And since I'm not sure how well the 49ers are going to do this year I may need several reasons to watch football.

Tom just called me so I better go shower and head on out. I'll post my roster for anyone who cares.

Another Ghost Story: Part 2

As I said last night Tom was calling down to us, they had found Charlotte's grave. It was around 11:00 or so and Scott and I made our way up to the top of the hill. We found Tom and Fred by a grave that I assumed was Charlotte's. I noticed that the moon was shining down straight on it, as it was underneath a clearing in the tree canopy. The scene had a surreal feeling to it, the moonlight was too bright and everything was really quiet. The name on the grave was a Charlotte Sitter and right next to it was her husband. To her right was the graves of two children, both young and with the same last name. All died in the 1800's.

As we were looking at the grave and taking pictures I asked Tom and Fred if they had come down to where we were at, and if so why they didn't say anything. They said they didn't and Scott and I told them about the footsteps we kept hearing. Tom's reply was "You heard them too?" I asked him what happened and how did they find Charlotte's grave as it was out in the open and no way we could have missed it. This is his story, how he related to me.

He and Fred began looking from grave to grave when they started hearing footsteps. They also thought it was us at first coming back up, but no one appeared. They kept hearing the steps and could tell it wasn't an animal. Thinking someone was trying to sneak up on them Tom called out and said he was there on a scientific investigation and that we had permission to be there. Still no one would appear but the footsteps stopped. The two began searching again still not finding anything when the footsteps showed up again and this time it sounded like there was more then one pair. They would sound like they were walking at one instance then the next they would take off running. What's more is that there seemed to be several "sets" of footsteps and not all would be running or walking at the same time. Again Tom annoucned who they were and what they were doing there, but the footsteps quickened their pace and now seemed to be running around the two. Both Tom and Fred begin shining their flashlights around trying to see what was out there, but there was nothing to be seen (this is when I saw the lights moving around wildly). Tom then shone his light on Fred, who was standing next to a grave and noticed a shadowy figure move off into the trees. Tom immediately went over to where Fred was at to see what had caused that when he noticed the name on the tombstone next to Fred. The name on it was that of Charlotte.

The rest of the night was uneventful. No more footsteps were heard and we couldn't figure out what caused the ones that Scott and I heard or the ones Tom and Fred heard. We think it may have been the spirits of Charlotte and her children, but that's just speculation. The figure that Tom saw was even more interesting. He thinks it was Charlotte trying to show him where her grave is at.

Ever since that night I've wanted to go back, but a few months later we disbanded as a group as there were too many things going on and we couldn't give enough time to the group. Last year I joined the group I am with now and mentioned the place to them. One member happened to be going to Paso Robles on business and offered to go by. He got some information and his wife contacted the person who was in charge of the place and they unfortunately said we couldn't go back to investigate. Apparently the place had been trampled in the years by film crews, other paranormal investigation groups, and curious teenagers. Some vandalism had occured and they decided to not let anyone go on the property anymore at night. They did tell us though that every October and May they have volunteers clean up the area. Since it was mostly families cleaning their relatives graves and Charlotte has no family in the area, they asked if we would like to come up in May to do it (October will be too busy with at least two investigations). I thought it was sad that Charlotte didn't have any family so I said yes and the rest of the group agreed with me. So hopefully we can go up in May.

Still out of all the investigations I have done, this is one of the most memorable just because of all the things that happened.