Almost 6 years ago I got a small 6 week old kitten from a friend of mine who had a feral cat give birth on her porch. This morning, my apartment manager caught me as I was getting out of the shower to give me her bloody collar, Drambuie had been hit by a car. I was told where to find her body and I went to the road to retrieve it. I cannot fully articulate the pain, horror, and heart wrenching, gut aching feelings you get when being forced to carry the corpse of a beloved pet, and seeing the life drained from their face.

I've never cried so hard, my face hurt, my heart heart, my soul hurt. Drammie was easily my favorite pet of all time, and now she is lost. Making matters worse, for those who may not know, I work in a Pet Shop... and I was the only manager able to work today, so I was forced to go in. From eight till about noon, I just sat in the office crying, luckily no one needed me and my employees understood, but the sheer soul crushing feeling from this will linger on for a very long time, if not the rest of my life. She was special to me, like the child I've never had, and having to hold, carry and look into the face of a dead child, I can only presume would feel very much the same....

Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home watch TV.
But brother if I had me druthers,
I'd chuck it, and head out to sea.

For I dream of the skull and the crossbones, I dream of the great day to come
When I dump the Mundane for the old Spanish Main and trade me computer for Rum, Arr!

Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho, it's Talk Like a Pirate Day!
When laptops are benches
God gave us for wenches
And a Sale ain't a low price to pay!

When Timbers are shivered,
and lilies are livered
and every last buckle is swashed!
We'll abandon our cars
for a ship full of 'Arrs!'
and pound back the grog till we're sloshed, Yo-Ho!

Don't pick up your phone and say 'Hello, our Ten'o clock meeting's delayed'
You scrunch up your face and you bellow 'Avast you've bleeding belayed!'
Ya can't keep this fun to your self I bet, so sing!
Aye, Arr, 'ey, Every man!
We ain't got much grasp on the Alphabet, but a damn good retirement plan.

Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho, it's Talk Like a Pirate Day!
What ever's in fashion is in for a thrash'n, and be'n polite is passe.
When it's every man's duty to grab his proud beauty and let out a hearty 'YO-HO!'
And if this offends you, hold your breath as we send you, to Davy Jone's locker ya go...yo-ho!

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Three hundred and four days till the next Talk Like a Pirate Day, and the Portland Pirate Festival....

Well today was an interesting night...

I work in a pet shop, and monday are my freight nights, I work 6pm to 3am. It's fun, I don't have to deal with customer for most of my shift and I get to do heavy lifting and put shit away. Today was nice, only 13 pallets, we usually get like 17. So I'm pulling stuff out off our 'Store Use' pallet and when I reach into the box I grab a handful of soap soaked plastic. Our huuuge bottle of hand soap had exploded in the box, and not only that, it had trickled down over everything.

So the entire pallet is covered in soap, its slimy and slippery and all together lame. We got a new soap dispenser for our bathroom! In theory, we could have filled it with the huuuuge bottle of soap we got, but no, it was on everything else. So I attached the dispenser to the wall, and took the old one off, and turned it upside down to fill the new one, then, back to work.

Time to pee!, I walk into the bathroom and lo and behold, the new one had fallen over, with the old one, covering the bathroom floor in soap.
God Damn.
After I cleaned up that, and all the rest of the damn soap, I was pretty irritated with it all, but hey, the bathroom was clean!

Last hour of the night, we're cleaning up and I find a leaking bottle. So I step outside to empty it before I toss it in the 'Return to Vendor' box. I take off the cap and give it a good squeeze. Little did I know, it had a second cap, making it kind of like roll-on deodorant. Well the ball shot right out and the liquid inside exploded out, covering my arms, my chest and face... then I felt all warm.

Little did I know, that the equivalent of DOG BENGAY had just covered my upper body. I ran to the bathroom to try and get it off my face and keep it from my eyes, but no matter how hard I scrub, the chemical is still having its' intended effect.


So it's 3:30 am, I still smell like an old man, and I can't feel anything from the waist up.

It's been a while since I posted anything here... I should find a new RP site to give myself some new material for characters and what not.


I've working on a few canvas paintings, but no finished work to photograph yet... soon! something!

So I'm back after a long hiatus! been busy with new job taking up all my time, and World of Warcraft here and there. I hope to be changing jobs again, get myself back to a normal life... oh but THINGS! TJ Maxx plays holiday music now 24/7... I'm tired of Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby and the Jackson Five. SO VERY TIRED! I have Christmas Icon drawings soon to be up loaded, basically make take on old holiday favorites... For those who haven't seen, I have a new Icon.. A LOGO! holy crap! if you tilt your head, squint and use massive imagination you can see 'JHAAS' in the skull's teeth

Other then that, I'm still here and hope to be drawing a lot more in the coming weeks. For now, please enjoy the Holy Blog of Jesus Christ.