Tuesday, August 9, 2011

America's WORST Value Inn...

     We wanted to get away for a night and enjoy a stay at a motel/hotel.  We just wanted to enjoy a different pool for once, as the pool here contains so much chlorine bleach that it burns the piss out of your eyes.  Our A/C unit at home is a bit underpowered, so holing up in a motel room for a night away, soaking up the abundant A/C accompied with frequent trips to the pool, was going to be a good little adventure.
     Being slightly spur-of-the-moment driven, we didn't spend much time investigating available options.  We only knew that there were a few motels and hotels in a certain area of Longview.  Our first clue should have been not being able to reach this business by phone, it would simply ring and ring... Can you say: "line two"?...

     The motel looked wholesome enough on the web page, and when we arrived at the area, it was the first one we saw, parked next to a McDonald's and a Jack In The Box... Great!  On the other side was an Express Inn, which looked mildly defunct and not showing a pool in sight.  We quickly chose the America's Best Value Inn, as it almost had a 'Bavarian Chalet' look to it.
     It was nice and cool in the lobby; another ploy to gain our trust and get in our wallets. We inquired about a room for rent (said to the lady in best Popeye voice: "You gotsk a room for rinks?")...
     The lady put us in room 114, which showed to be, according to the paper placemat map, caddy-corner to the pool... Yes!  Mamasan asked about the pool.  "Is it open?" with a raised brow.
     Perplexed, the counter liason ducked behind the wall and asked another un-faced lady if the pool was open, and the woman responded: "Yes, yes it is. The pool is open".  Great! This was going to be fun.  I was, at this point, comtemplating buying a Chelada to celebrate this impromptu getaway mini-vacation...

        Upon parking the car, we strolled over to the pool to check it out, and I immediately thought: "wow, nobody at the pool, really".
     The pool, upon closer inspection, looked like a college science class project.  This is where Humaniods From The Deep come from, not a fishing village like you were led to believe... Evil lurked in the murky depths of this pool. A feaux-asis as told from a nameless, faceless voice from behind a wall... "The pool is open".  ~  I would rather go swim in a mirage...  :/

      Once into our room, A/C switched to high, and channel-surfing underway, our thoughts of contempt turned into thoughts of comfort.  Until we noticed this: Three people, two beds, and one pillow... Wtf?  So T and I stroll back up to the office to get 3 more pillows and an ashtray; after all, you don't just want to ash on the nice carpet of a smoking room...  But wait, because as I look around the floor near the round table to one side of the room, next to the bed, I notice a couple of ash piles, a macaroni noodle, and a couple of other trash items, and what looked to be an unidentified piece of dried-up and shriveled meat.  Perhaps the last occupant wasn't provided an ashtray, either.  A sure sign the maid hadn't vacuumed.  One comforter had a large, dark stain of some sort, and one of the sheets looked like it was peeled-out on by a motorcycle.  And later on, the cockroaches made their appearance, a familiarness to the room as they sauntered proudly under well-lit conditions... 
     Despite these obvious red flags, we weren't let shortfalls of doing business with uncaring Middle-Eastern owned businesses in America.  I only say this out of past experiences, not out of spite.  We had our A/C, and J had thought ahead, as she already had the Xbox360 hooked up and in a lobby waiting for Team Deathmatch to begin, by the time T and I unloaded the car.  Time for A/C, Black Ops, and pizza...
     Acknowledging the all-too handy Domino's ad printed onto the roomkey card, we ordered a couple of pizzas.  A large deep crust with pineapple and mushroom, with onion on half, and the other a medium thin-crust pepperoni.  After inhaling nearly half of the thin, medium, square-cut pepperoni pie, we tried the big boy.  The crust was perfect, thick and fluffy; seasoned just right with a hint of garlic butter.  A few bites into it, I realized that the pineapple tidbits (pedasitos de pina~) tasted mildly rancid.  They had served us fruit that should have been thrown out and replaced with fresh inventory... Dammit Longview!
     Every time we walked over to McDonald's we had a panhandler skulking around trying to get this or that from us.  Tweaker-zombies roamed the late-night streets, in search of their next fuel.  The one time I should have my piece with me, I leave it back in the room, under the Jack In The Box taco.  Good taco.  Boom boom from the late-night bass cannons rolling through the drive-thru at McDonald's; vibrating the walls in our sleepover bunker.  Cars sitting on mirrored metals, too big for the vehicle.  Sitting at an exaggerated height and displaying too much of a financial investment, these cars scream to me: "Look at me, I climb tree".  People on this planet are fighting and dying for noble causes, and all the further we can think is how we can make an inanimate object like a car scream out our personalities in attempts to get noticed.  Once observed, you reveal that you have no real content underneath all that polished chrome and attention-getting shit.  Your breathe reeks of ignorance and laziness; but I digress...
     Despite all of the unsavory factors, we had an enchanted outing, and can't wait for the next random outing.  Happy Birthday, T, I love you!  :)



Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Blizzard Nazis Strike Again...


     Bubba  - "Creepy or what?"
     Monique - "Her smile says 'enjoy', but her eyes say 'join us."

 
     "Clack-clack, clack-clack".
     All I could hear was the banging together of the blizzard cups, pounding together like the sound of a nail being slammed into a crucifix.  "Clack-clack, clack-clack".
     Then the maniacal laughter.  Soft at first, then turning to a low roar; drowning out the murderous drone of blizzard cups. 
     Her eyes screamed "feed me", her smile said "now!".  At that moment, I realized she had become bitten and infected by a peanut buster parfait.
     As she swiped at me, I unsheathed my dilly bar from it's wrapper and plunged it deep into her eye socket; erupting in an explosion of blood, chocolate, and vanilla.  As the evil wretch slumped backwards over the counter, I pulled the stick from her eye, giving it a satisfactory lick. Mmmm, chocolate...
     
     To this day, I cannot eat ice cream or other frozen gimmicks without hearing the "clack-clack" of the blizzards and seeing the treacherous eyes of the possessed blizzard nazi...




Me - "I worked at DQ when I was 16, and this story actually happened to me one day at work.  The scary part is it was the same woman pictured on the cup.  She has been re-summoned, and now I must stop her.  Again..."

Mark - "You have to drive a dilly bar stick through her heart to keep her down."



Friday, July 22, 2011

Photo Blog #1 - In search of a sunset...

     Here is just a simple photo short story I put together to tell the story of the field behind our woods.  We discovered this field hosts the most beautiful sunsets known to man.  Take the opportunity and get out and explore, that's what we're here for...



Such a beautiful day for a walk, we started out at the bottle tree, on a quest to find out what lies beyond...     


The final glints of the day's sunlight are captured in the innocence of the blue glass...                                       

I used the 'polarized' effect on this pic, it turned out neat...                                                                            

Along our way, we spotted this dwelling, but could find no Smurfs...                                                            


Giants among insects, these May Apples reach for the sky; providing shade for the under world...                 

A web of deciet; Bagworms taking over a district in the woods...                                                                 

Even Jak-Jak decides to head west with this wagon train...                                                                           

Things of the forest in bloom showing life exists everywhere...                                                                       
The majestic Dogwood. A welcome sight on our path...                                                                                

Plant life and vegetation welcome the setting sun and the cool of evening...                                                    

The Pine, mighty protector of the forest, in his youth...                                                                                  

Life finds a way...                                                                                                                                       

Young Pines stand guard at the edge of the great field...                                                                                

Pine needles attempt to guard the forest from the field, and the field from the forest...                                    

Once past the guards and into the field, we realize there is life and civilization beyond the woods...                

Once again, no Smurfs, but this creature did warrant a closer look...                                                             

Alien surface of the mushroom...                                                                                    

Me, looking for Smurfs, the real objective...                                                                                                

Cone with thorns...                                                                                                                                     
                  

The field was alive with abundance...                                                                                                           



Jak-Jak sniffs for approval of the setting sun...                                                                                              

Western sky in sepia...                                                                                                                                 

The beginning of the end for this day...

The sun retreats in the west...



































Its amazing that our world's existence depends on this distant source of light and heat...



Tender petals embrace the last moments of the day...





































All in all, a wonderful day, and a spectacular sunset. Not to mention, finally getting to see what was beyond the woods...  :)



Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Friend Or Family, Past Or Present...

       Have you ever been scrutinized by a moth, butterfly, cricket, lizard, or any other member of nature, to a point that you think the bug or insect is trying to signal you?  I'm not a loon, but there have been a few occasions where I have questioned science and nature because of being 'flagged down' by something in the wild.


       One such instance involves the moth (or butterfly, as the case may be) pictured above.  I'm not certain, I will have to review pictures, but this winged inquisitor looks very similar to one I had met when I lived in northwest Arkansas.  I would hope that the markings on each would be different, as is the footprint of each snowflake.  If the markings on both pictures match, I may become suspicious.  Seeing the same moth in two different states, a few hundred miles away?  Not likely.  In my rational mind, I conclude the only way to see the same insect twice in two different states is if it stowed away in transit from the move here.  Still unlikely due to it being winter time at the time of move, and bitterly cold.  The iguana almost froze to death, and the sugar glider died days later from complications from the move. Thank you again, U-Haul, you suck; the worst customer service ever.  
       Still, I wonder if the butterfly may know me and has an important message for me. 
       "Do you know me?  Are you a family member trying to contact me?  Am I a friend to you?" I call out cautiously to the creature.
       No answer.  Just that blank look of checkerboard bug eyes staring you down.  I decided this wasn't going to be easy.  I could have built an elaborate contraption such as the one in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, with all the lights and noises, but I could tell this moth was too cool for that.
       Rewind to one day prior:  I was under the hood of my '73 El Camino preparing the old, 350 V8 motor for removal so that I can put the beastly big block 454 in it.  During my progress, this butterfly lands on my fender and begins to gander at my work.  I bid the flying thing hello, and go about my wrench-turning, not thinking about it.  He or she sat there for about five minutes, before it took flight and did a loop-de-loop, then landing on the Quadrajet carburetor.  Once again, eyeballing me like he's the president of the peanut gallery or something.  Is this guy sniffing gas fumes?  Is he some kind of nut or looky-loo?  As I pondered these questions the butterfly did what he does best, and flew off.  I returned to my greasy endeavor under the hood, and thoughts of horsepower replaced ones of the moth.


         The next morning, we were sitting at the patio, enjoying coffee and the tropical sounds of the birds in the woods, giving their morning reports.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the moth land on an eye-level branch to my left.  I am not certain this is the insect from the day before, but it acted vaguely familiar with me, so I assumed it to be the same one.  This time, I got my phone and snapped several pictures of it.  I learned that the winged friend was looking for water from the way it was probing the valleys in the wrinkle-lines of our hands.  I would drip a few drops of water from the surface of the cold Dr. Pepper can, and the moth would dab its snorkel-tongue into the puddle until it was all vacuumed up. 
       This may have been the intent of this little alien all along, simply to retrieve water, but I still think it may have been a family member trying to contact me from the other side, or perhaps one of my guardian angels with some lottery numbers to play.  It was just a bit odd to have this small forest creature land on you and inspect you, seeming to want to communicate.  I dunno. We'll see the next time I see one of these. Now; to find that picture for comparison...