tossing metal coffins

I woke up to light and silence for the first time in I don't know how long. I'm in a small room with a hard backed chair, a dim lamp and a computer. I don't know where I am or who has me, but I am glad to see light again. I'm guessing it is the 5th or 6th of January. I've been held for 5 or 6 days now with no light; loud, non-stop metallic scraping... jarring me to the bone. The 'room' felt to be about 6 feet wide and 5 feet tall... freezing cold. No blanket, no bed, I couldn't stand, I couldn't sleep. A small door would open near the corner for someone to toss in a piece of bread and a bowl of water every so often. I could hear people talking, but the metal scraping kept me from hearing what they had to say.
I never thought a room tall enough for me to stand in with a chair, lamp and computer would make me so happy. And the silence. How I have wanted silence. Beautiful. I still don't know where I am, I don't know why I'm here, and I don't know when I get to leave, but this is so much better than it was. I can see where the wires come into the room for this computer... maybe I can make the hole bigger. The room seems to be made out of metal as well, but banging on the wall gives a deep hollow sound. I don't think the walls are thick at all. Hopefully there is something on the other side.
If you are reading this, I hope I can find a way out of here. I want to tell you how to find me, but I don't remember anything past leaving the New Years party. A good night apparently didn't end well. Going to try to make a bigger hole. More later if this thing isn't disconnected.

what we had in paris

Decided to leave work early today so I could get the dog in out of the rain. Get to spend a little extra time online here at the house, but I would do that anyway. So I'll sit on the couch watching What I Like About You (is it me, or does this girl have a freaky big head?) or My Super Ex-Girlfriend, waiting for that one email from the ofice that will set me off. I'm so excited.
The poor dog was wet and covered in mud when I got home... she apparently hasn't figured out that half of her pin is covered. So, she got a nice rub down and her feet scrubbed. Immediately she ran for the back door (her pin is on the side of the house), ready to run around in the big yard. The rain had slowed, so I figured it wouldn't be a big deal. I let her out to find the chairs on the porch overturned in the middle of the yard. Love windy, rainy days.
But, all of the junk from the shed was gone. I walked over and tried the door... unlocked. Opened the door and everything was back exactly where it was prior to finding it on the lawn... even the shelves were back on the wall. No sign of the sheet or lantern, but the box was sitting on top of the desk.
It is a fairly non-descript box. Pine with small grooves carved around the top and a lock on the side. The key. I can't tell where the box ends and the lid begins. What does this lock open? I gotta get the key.

green grid on a white background

Apparently someone has decided to declare one of my sheds as their own. I came home last night to find the contents of my metal shed on the lawn and the door to the shed locked. Didn't keep anything in there; just an old chair, a desk and some wood used at one time for shelving (some of which was still attached to the wall prior to this removal). I don't have a key, but looked through the windows to see if anything was left inside.
It was completely empty except for a sheet, an old kerosene lantern and a small wooden box. I don't know who put this in there, or how someone has a key to the shed, but I don't like it at all. I'll be watching for the next few days to see if anyone tries to come into the yard for a nap.

leaves falling on file cabinets

Do you ever feel like you are stuck in the middle of something and can't break free? I've got that feeling right now, and I really do hope it all works out for the best.

skeletor and dr pepper commercials

Are you kidding me? This scares the hell out of me.
Celine Dion and Anastasia cover AC/DC's All Night Long
Sorry, but I will not post the video on this blog. I will point you in the right direction if you would like to enjoy your own slight version of Hostel, but no posting of this on the blog itself.

(Thank you Josh Marshall for pointing this out)

not feeling so good

The Godfather of Soul has passed
As weird as it may sound, I wanted to be James Brown when I was in Middle School. He was and will always be a bad-ass.

Man's World

I Feel Good

Sex Machine (check out the porn stache!)

i work hard for my things

So I left town for a couple of days without checking out the envelope. Just a trip to dallas for an overnight with the family. It was nice. A couple good gifts and a little time with the people I love. Didn't even think about what was hanging on my door... until I got back home.
I saw that little white rectangle with complete dread. Decided to avoid it until I got the dog inside and the car unpacked. My dog hates going for car rides; what with the getting horribly sick and all. I took her out and walked her around to help get her legs back. She really just wanted to go inside and drink a gallon or so of water. Poor kid.
We walk back into the garage and through the kitchen door. Nothing looked out of place... at first. I was too concerned with getting the dog some water and dropping the backpack that I didn't notice the sheet of paper on the television screen. I went to the back of the house and switched on the computer to check my email. Nothing. The thought of the envelope on the door hit me. Gotta go check it out.
As I walked through the living room, I finally saw the paper.
What the fuck? Ran a mental check on who has keys to my house... only Todd. The house isn't outrageously cold, don't think there are any broken windows; the doors are all still locked... it could only be Todd. Why was he here, and why didn't he take the envelope off the door? huh, maybe he took a couple movies.
It wasn't from Todd. There was nothing special about the paper... just a generic piece of white printing paper. Again, there was something written... 'envelope' at the top and 'New Years Day' at the bottom. Some weird-ass shit is going on here. I can feel the paranoia growing... someone has been inside my house. Someone has been inside my house without breaking in. I look at the envelope and move to unlock the door.
This isn't just some piece of paper folded up. There is something in this envelope causing a bulge in the lower corner... I tap it... it's soft. I do not like where this is going. I slowly break the seal and look inside.
Thank G-d! It is not a fingertip or thumb. My stomach knots loosen a little. Just a key ring. One key attached to some kind of rounded plastic tube... almost like an oversized pill, thicker at one end than the other. Wait... a key? Too small for a door. Where does this go and what does it have to do with New Years Day? I am so lost right now. What the hell have I gotten myself into?