The Conundrum; that is the Human Mind

I just don't get it. I have everything I want. Maybe I need more time from work. But, I think the truth is I resent work. For the simple fact that it is a necessity. Is that immature? I'm pretty sure yes. But, it is a simple fact within itself. Plus, I recent my own race (the human race), and I feel that the world I live in is self defeatist. I don't know what to do, I'm sure it will pass. It's an update, nonetheless. I never said this blog was going to be pretty. I'm an idiot living in American society.

Here's a dream I had last night

I'm driving to New Hampshire with Deadskin. We stop at a Wal-Mart to grab some stuff, and I run out of money in my mind, and I steal a voice modifier. The kind you use to change your voice if you're demanding a ransom over the phone? It was going for 10$, and I had somehow run out of money. I decided to steal it, and I let the elderly clerk know this when we paid for everything else. She told me, "Well, that's a problem." I told her I understood that, and then we left.
A few police car chases later, and I find myself riding shotgun with some unknown man wearing boxer shorts while I frantically search for the receipt that proves I only stole the voice modulator, because I found out the elderly clerk told police I stole $250.00 worth of merchandise. I thought her, and I were on good terms when I let her know of what I stole from her sweat shop inducing economy ruiner of a supermart she worked for from the get go. Either she mixed up the shoplifters for the day, or she royally screwed me. One way, or the other. This was going to be a rough nightmare. I wound up having this guy in his boxer shorts, and I looking for Robdeadskins car in the QuickieMart parking lots we past on the highway.
We finally found Rob's car, and we pulled over for me to get out. I waited for what felt like 15 minutes next to his car, but he never came back, and the police finally caught up and cruisers swarmed the parking lot. A truly lost feeling. All this over a God damn voice modulator. I awoke because the police told me to cup my hand behind my head, and lay on my stomach. I put my face to the concrete, and decided this dream wasn't much fun anymore so, I decided to scrape my lips across the concrete in front of my face. I awoke thinking my lips were bleeding.

Time to go to work.

Ted Johnson Retires


Just a steadfast guy for the defense except for the numerous injuries. But, he has been there for almost a decade. I feel bad actually, because at a training camp a couple years ago, I got to talk to Ted Johnson, and I really didn't have anything of value to talk to him about, so I thought I would joke with him. So this is what I had to say.

Beo, "Ted, good luck this year and I wish you the best."
Ted, "Thanks man." (Looking for autographing materials from me.)
Beo, "I don't want an autograph, just to shake your hand."

Ted smiles, and I felt there might have been a small appreciation there. But, inexplicably I felt that I could make a deeper connection by saying this.

Beo, "Ted, don't go popping anymore biceps okay." (if you don't follow football, I'm sorry.)
Ted, completely looks at me in disgust as he walks away.

Definitely not cool on my part. What a horrible comment. It came off the wrong way though. I just meant to wish him well. Thank you Ted Johnson for all the great years, and may you someday hear that I apologize for that thickheaded comment. I am sorry. I thought of that comment every now and then, after I watched a game. I've actually gotten to chat to a few Patriots by going to their training camps, and it's refreshing to see how completely normal they are.

Now we just have to figure out what the hell is going to happen to Richard.

Book Lists for M. Rolfe G.

So here are 1/2 of all three lists I got. The fist list being Random House. The second list being Erica Jong's choices from a more diverse group. The last list is some of my professors favorites. Enjoy bro.

The Toilet Man

Gary Moody......I had to find his picture.


I expected a monster. Thank you SmokingGun.com

Terrorism Gives Me More Work

Beo joined up to be Hazmat certified at the hospital he works at.


After 9/11, and happy little Clinton America went to hell, everything got a little more introverted. While our country derives strength by being the melting pot of the planet, it's also a known weakness when it comes to protecting our own homeland. That's the price you pay for freedom. You hate it when things are all a mess, but you love it in the times like we had with Clinton.

So, I always wondered how those people got the job of getting into those scary suits that you usually associate with a nuclear disaster. Well, I found out when my hospital started asking if anyone wanted to enlist into a program to train workers through the Boston police and Boston Fire department. I've been hazmat certified through the city of Boston Fire/EMS for a couple years now. You're on call every other month of the year, and if that little pager goes off, that means something really bad happened, and mass numbers of injured are somewhere and en route to the hospital.

So, I'm leaving now for another training exercise. Things have really stepped up becuase of London. We get into air tanks, and masks. Full body suits, and we use substances that we need to clean off participants that mock being injured. We cut off their clothes, and decontaminate so they can enter the hospital without contaminating it, or the people inside. It's actually the best part of my job, because it gives me a little piece of mind knowing, that when all hell breaks loose, I'll be able to stare it in the face.

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This Summer, Go to Hell!

I'm going to see The Devils Rejects tonight.


I know, I know, it's mindless violence, but my parents gave me the morals to separate fact from fiction. So, I got to enjoy the wildness, and abstractedness of horror films, and the idea of Halloween. I didn't purchase Fangore magazines or anything like that. But, I was always happy when fall rolled around, because there were imagined ghosts and ghouls behind every tree.

A couple things you should know about me. I love summer because of the beach, and I love the fall because of Halloween.

I've loved Halloween ever since my Dad brought me to a staged haunted house at age 6. He carried me on his shoulders, and banged my head on beams in the darkness of the house. God knows how I didn't get severely injured by an errant nail sticking out somewhere. I've gone to haunted houses ever since then, and my Dad stopped going long ago. I love being scared, and usually I do most of the scaring to myself mentally. My imagination gets the best of me, and I scream like a girl during horror movies, and while going through haunted houses. It makes for some pretty high comedy for my friends though.

I'm trying to keep a one year routine going where I get my peeps together, and we head down to Salem Mass. around Halloween. The town is beautiful enough without the backdrop of fall, but around that time of year it really is a special place. They have real, and fake haunted houses all over the place. And we make a stop at the Salem Beer Works and I can't wait to get another blueberry ale. They put real blueberries into the beer, and they constantly float from the bottom of the glass, to the top from the carbonation. Good times. I love the fall.

Anyways, I loved House of a Thousand Corpses, which was the first movie Rob Zombie ever directed. I used to watch all the old B horror movies with friends back in the day. They were just a laugh a minute with the outrageous gore, and the cheesey dialog. Nowadays, all the horror movies are filled with special effects (C.G.I.), and just plain rubbish. I rented the movie The Bogeyman on On Demand from my cable provider. What a piece of junk that movie was.

Rob Zombie loves all the horror movies from back in the day too, and that's where he's trying to head the genre again. I think this one will be even better than H1000C. Here is the trailer. A quick movie review is below.
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Originally thought to be the sequel to House of 1000 Corpses, Rob Zombie's The Devil's Rejects is actually a spin-off, and should not be construed as a sequel. The only thing that's constant in Rejects as to House is the main cast of Bill Moseley, Sid Haig and Sheri Moon.

In this violent spin-off, after a string of murders and having killed Sheriff Wydell in House the Firefly family (Captain Spaulding (Sid Haig), Otis (Bill Moseley) and Baby (Sheri Moon)) are hiding out. The police surround the Firefly place and after a huge opening shoot out send the family on the run. Mother Firefly (Leslie Easterbrook) is captured while the rest of the gang heads off to Spaulding's brothers place. Ken Foree plays Charlie Altamont, Spaulding's brother, who runs the bordello in the town. A game of 'cat and mouse' becomes a game of 'mouse and cat' and vice versa once again.

Rob Zombie's The Devil's Rejects is gritty, fierce and unpredictable leaving the audience in constant suspense. For a film with an "R" rating, it's quite brutal leaving little to the imagination- and to think that it's been cut down! Rejects felt like a mesh of various violent flicks from Texas Chainsaw Massacre to Bonnie and Clyde to Natural Born Killers, with a late 70's kick. The camera never shies away from the kill, the blood pours out of wounds and the acting only heightens the experience.

The score is magnificent- come on, who doesn't want to rock to some Free Bird in the climatic battle?! You don't like that song? Well then F-off!! Unlike House where Rob wrote original material, this time he picks out appropriate songs for the time and situations to give the movie more of its tone.

Another big difference between House and Rejects is the cinematography and the entire look of the film. House is a fun, dark-colored adventure into the lives of the Fireflys while Rejects is a well lit, rough and stylistically blunt picture. It looked very reminiscent of a Quentin Tarantino or Robert Rodriquez film with the scenery and the cameras attitude- only it had the touch of Zombie. Rob has shown us that he can better himself and has prospered as a director instead of attempting to repeat what worked in the first film like so many other directors do.

So what's going to happen with this movie? It's truly hard to judge because Rob made the movie what he would want to see, not specifically what we want to see. If you have the same tastes as good ol' Rob Zombie, then you've got nothing to worry about. But if you are looking for some crappy fright fest along the lines of The Grudge remake, packs your bags and run for the hills because the Rejects are going to kick your ass....

My Worn Panties

.Dark Haired Karen talks about panties with the gusto men could only dream about.

You have to visit this site. I am just in awe of how absolutely outrageous this girl from Canada is. She's not getting any bites yet, but she has some serious business savvy as she's having contests for free panty giveaways, and I'm intrigued to see if it ever takes off....I'm telling you. You have to visit this site.

It will either completely gross you out by the way she talks of the beating she puts the panties through. Or, her total open minded honesty and her attempt to make some extra cash will make you smile in amazement.

Karen hit my site one time commenting on the Suicide Bomber T-Shirt in my store, and I checked on her site, and she was just starting off with a post discussing how much she loved thongs and panties, and how they made her feel sexy. I decided to comment in her post about how I wear man thongs, and how they make me feel sexy too. Ever since then I gave a check back every now and then, and I honestly became beside myself with her site. It is out of control.

I'm thinking of sending her a pair of One Eared Thongs from my store, and giving it to V for a going off to college present.

Click on Dark Haired Karen, or the My Worn Panties title above the post. And prepared to be shocked, and awed by what she says. Thank God for women.

Fun Thoughts I Meant to Say Yesterday

Another one of those random words came to my head yesterday. I think I make them up, and then they turn out to be words. Or, maybe I catch them when I'm half asleep and watching Discovery HD. Either way, these are truthfully words that hit my brain, and come out of my mouth. Ommatophore? Beo says it Ho-mat-o-fore.

0m-mat-o-phore-n. - A movable stalk ending with an eye, as found in certain snails.

[Greek omma, ommat-, eye; see okw- in Indo-European Roots + -phore.]

omma-topho-rous-adj.

That's a nice one, huh? Thanks brain.

Also, another fun thought that you may have already known. Next time you see the moon orb from the humidity in the air, or if you see fog, or clouds.

That's water in it's lightest and most polluted form. Ooooohhhhh Ahhhhhhh.

They Come in all Shapes, and Sizes

Let me rephrase that. Weirdoes come in all shapes, and sizes.


Man found in outhouse says he was looking for his wedding ring.

CONWAY, N.H. --The man police discovered in a women's outhouse tank last month says he was searching for his wedding ring.

Gary Moody, 45, of Gardiner, Maine, pleaded innocent Monday to trespassing and disorderly conduct from the incident at a rest stop off the Kancamagus Highway.

Authorities arrived at the scene after a 14-year-old girl heard a noise in the toilet and saw a face looking up at her in the raw sewage tank. Moody was removed by police and was hosed down by firefighters before being arrested.

In court documents, the arresting officer reported Moody told him he was doing nothing wrong.

"He told me that he was changing clothes when he dropped his wedding ring into he toilet," Carroll County Sheriff's Capt. Jon Herbert wrote. "He said the ring was very valuable and he did not want to return home without it."

The officer reported Moody said he dropped into the tank through the toilet opening to search for the ring, and hid, out of embarrassment, when someone came into the outhouse.

"We had to decontaminate him," said Capt. Jon Hebert, adding that firefighters hosed the man down. "We treated him as if he were hazardous material," Hebert said.

Police screened the sewage and said they found no rings. YIKES!

I'm Baaacckk!

Beo went on a little mental retreat.

I had a little planned mans vacation that I went on, from July 15 through July 18th. It was exactly what I needed. I wound up going up there with four less people than I had planned, so it ended up being Sean, John, and I.

Lunchbox, and J didn't head up because they're still into the going to concerts thing, and they wound up going to Ozzfest last Saturday, plus they had their own show on Sunday night. So, that's understandable.

Robdeadskin won the "Air Guitar" competition in Boston about a month ago, and then headed to L.A. free of charge to participate in the "Air Guitar" finals all last weekend. So, he too missed the mans trip to the New Hampshire woods that I had planned months ago. It was a tough one for Rob, because I knew how much he really wanted to go. When the air guitar people told him what date he had to be in L.A. for the finals he told the people, "Aw, that's when I'm supposed to go on a trip." The air guitar people said, "Comon' dude, you're going to L.A.!" Rob didn't win in L.A., as some local finalist called "The Rockness Monster," wound up winning. But, Rob had a good time and was mic'ed up, and appeared on the Today Show Monday morning. My friend S, had this account.

S. - At approximately 7:45am, EST, Robdeadskin was on the Today morning program during a segment about the Air Guitar contest in LA. He said, "Well, air guitar got me to Hollywood before my real band ever did!". They didn't show him actually playing, but that kid who did win, man he was pretty ****ing terrible. But with judges like that schmuck from "Harold and Kumar go to White Castle", it doesn't surprise me that Slayer was too hard for them. That ***hole will get laughed offstage in Finland. Slayer would have owned.

So, we'll have to make a return trip for Rob in the future.

V on the other hand, had absolutely no excuse.


Well actually, V had a bunch of excuses. Mind you, we switched the date so it would accommodate V's busy schedule per his request. First, a few days before the trip V told Sean, and Johnny that he didn't want to go, because he didn't want to be picked on by me the entire trip. That makes him an automatic female genital. Then, he went on to tell me hours before we were to leave for the trip that he doesn't really have any money. Plus, he would like to stay home because the married couple he lives with is taking off on a trip for the weekend, and he liked the fact that he'd have the house to himself. Then, he went on to tell me that he had bought tickets to go to see Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory for that night. Alright V, just make sure you save your money first. Absolutely inexcusable, except for the fact that it's America, and in America you're allowed to do absolutely nothing if you want. But, this paragraph pretty much sums up V to a tee.

A big part of this trip was to celebrate the fact that V was moving to Pittsburgh to go to college, and he didn't even have the courtesy to save money for this trip, because he went on two other trips the previous weekend. Overall grade F-, but in V's defense, you can't please everyone.


The trip itself was a lot of fun. I'll try to structure it so it will be somewhat fun to read.

Friday July 15th - First, Johnny bought a cell phone to replace the one he lost, so we could use it up at the camp. I let him know there was no electricity at the camp, and he agreed we better by a car jack charger. We got up there about 10p.m. at night, but we almost turned around when Sean's car started acting funny around 4:30 - 5p.m. It was surprising as Sean has a fairly new car with low mileage. I think one of the circuit boards in the engine might have been on it's way out the door, as all the electrical gadgets in the car started acting up. His overdrive warning light came on, and we pulled into a gas station. I told him I'd understand if he wanted to turn back, because I didn't want him to get his car stuck up God knows where. He said we should press on. So we did and then the car seemed fine, but we were so neurologically toxified that I got tripped up by the way rte. 128 turns into rte. 93, so we wound up driving east and west a couple times in northern Massachusetts before heading north to New Hampshire finally. We got up there finally at 10p.m., and Johnny bought the car jack charger finally. When we actually got to the camp, I hooked up the propane to the camp and got the lights going. We enjoyed the rest of the evening cooking food on the grill pit, and drinking merrily. I even made a toast to Thurston out in Florida from Aborted Thoughts of the Scattered Mind. I have no idea what time we went to sleep.

Saturday July 16th - Did what a pot head would do in the morning, then ate some eggs and headed for the river to go swimming. I asked Johnny if his phone was charged yet. He said it was, but he wasn't getting service. We packed up some beers, and unfortunately some Ice 101. The day was pretty much over from there as I remember scattered images of swimming, and going back to shore to grab the Ice 101 to bring out to the guys to drink in the current. Then, I remember Johnny stabbing me in the hand with a buck knife he bought the day before from Wal-Mart, and then me bleeding all over the back of Sean's car. That was exactly the reason why I told Johnny not to buy the knife in the first place. I knew it would wind up being used on me. Then I remember collecting fire wood with the guys. I would fall asleep at about 5:15p.m. with the guys doing practical joke type things to my unconscious body. ("A" has not gotten a courtesy call from me yet. I want to, but without letting the guys know I want to.)

Sunday July 17th - I awake to blinking lights outside the window in the pitch mountain black, at 2 a.m.. At first, I thought we were being abducted, then I realize it was the alarm lights on Sean's car. The wacky circuit board in the engine was at it again. I awoke Sean to tell him his car was blinking, and he informed me that that was a problem, because if the batteries were dead on his alarm key chain, we were not going to be able to get inside the car. If this is confusing for you, just imagine what this was like for me hungover at 2 a.m. The car wouldn't open, and Sean told me to get inside the trunk, and kick the backseat open so I could crawl inside to unlock the doors. I did this successfully, but not before the trunk came down directly into my face while I was frantically kicking the backseat.

I would reawake at about 10 a.m., and I swear the only thing that kept me alive throughout the night was a gallon jug of iced tea. God bless that iced tea. I got up vowing to not drink another drop of liquor for the rest of the vacation. I asked Johnny if the cell phone was working yet. He told me "no", and that he couldn't understand what was wrong with the phone. I really feel like calling "A", but I am mostly paying for the guys on this trip, and I don't feel like wasting more money on a costly call back home. We got some coffee, went swimming again, then we cooked at the camp and finished up the food, and reluctantly headed home around 7 p.m., while the entire way home, the wacky circuit board in the engine constantly made the locks go up and down on the car doors for absolutely no reason. Classic line of the trip. I say, "Dude, what is the deal with your door locks?" I laugh. "Guy, laugh it up. This car got you up to New Hampshire, and this is what the car got in return." Sean said.

We reached a working non-pay phone at 11 p.m., and Sean called his girlfriend Jill. She informed him that "A" was pretty steamed with me. I thought Sean made that up and laughed as I called "A". Here is the conversation.

Beo, "Hello."
"A", long pause....."click.."

"Dude, I think she just hung up on me." I say to Sean. So, I call again.

"A", "Hello."
Beo, "Hey, did you just hang up on me?"
"A", "Alaksjdflj ojowefn oidas madf la jsdfj adljl asdljkl ldasfjaei22"
Beo, "Hey, you better calm down."
"A", "click.."

"Nice dude, she's mad at me." I say. "That's a tough one." says Sean.

So, "A" and I battled for a couple hours when I got home, and we finally hammered it out. I wanted to call, but I didn't want to have to pay the pay phone. I should have thought of 1-800-COLLECT. I really did want to call "A" though, and if the cell phone ever did work I would have. Johnny wound up finding out that the phone company screwed up his service. That's why his phone worked, but he couldn't call out on it. Next time I will definitely find a way to call her at least once, no matter what.

But hey, that's why they call it a man's trip. You wind up pissing everyone off except the guys.

Consummation Proclamation

Then man was made, so man could create machines. Are machines the greatest egocentrism of mankind. Are we a race that's been smart enough to create something like ourselves, so we don't have to continue doing things we should be doing? Is there another level above machines to reach?

Combative new strains of viruses, and skin eating bacteria. While rare, it seems as though life is constantly fighting itself. Is that the nature of life? Just a constant struggle to maintain it? If so, what is the benefit? What is it all for, and what is it we are meant to find out? Wouldn't it be cruel if it was a simple as what it is. Such great knowledge, and the beauty of life, for the simple fact of just being? We feel we're better than that.

I know my last post my have seemed a little humanly racial, but it is the good that's naturally inside humans that makes me wonder for the next day, while the ignorance (including myself) at times makes me long for the train wreck in the morning. Why? Why are we making more of ourselves with no idea what we're building for? It feels natural, and good. While the sheer number of individuals makes it hard for the social construct to keep order. It's like the warden living in the nut house. Trying to keep order while living amongst the wolves. It would be nice if good prevailed more often, and people just tried to do good things. But human nature isn't built like that.

I was consummated during a rare snowy evening, in the fall chill of October 1977. And the machine continues to hum.

You Sweet, Sweet, Humans

We're all a bunch of God-damn trash bags.


You sick person. I'm sick of myself. I loath the machine, and our race that runs it. Everybody is okey dokey. Just blow that smoke right into that child's face. Smack that bastard silly for talking back to you.

Hey, get your ass to work everyday. Oh, you wanna cry about it? Change your life then. Oh, you have no idea what to change it too? Neither freakin' do I. Who the hell are you talking too.

Yeah, why don't you talk real loud on your phone while I work at my cubicle. My desk is behind a door in an office. This area isn't even supposed to be used for desk space. Come tell me what I need to do. What the hell is up with Audioblogger, that shat has been down for a couple days now. Who the hell runs that thing. One mistake, and now he/she totally sucks. You friggin' trash bag human waste. I'm sickened by you picking your nose on the train. All my best hours are wasted, doing a job that I enjoy, yet it still steals the best hours from my life. So, I resent it anyways.

I planned this trip, and now you don't want to go? We'll find out what this is all about. I want to collect them all, and eat it through. Sit, and think. Then I get bored. Need something new. I'm leaving early today from work. They suggested it. I leave in 15 minutes, to mingle with all the other animals.

All the Things

Rainy Steak Tip


They are delicious delectables.

Is Anyone Sick of the B.S.?

Beo's going out on a boat this weekend.

So that'll be nice. Beside the fact that "A" normally get extremely ocean sick. But, we'll drug her up accordingly. The fact that I don't like about boats is that I think they're really bad ideas. Who the hell said, "Hey, lets get into this thing I made that floats, and we'll go out onto all that water that's on the floor." Then if anything happens out there, you're completely at the mercy of the sea. Things wanna take a bite out of you, you loose extremities to the bitter cold of the ocean. Then to top it all off, you can't drink any of the water. Sounds like a party to me. I always enjoy hearing the stories of people drinking out on boats at night, and they accidentally decapitate a friend by boating at high speeds as they accidentally flew under a pier. Hey, at least they are near shore. And how about all those damn oil tankers spilling hundreds of tons of oil into the ocean each year. They suck!

I'd actually like to go down in a plane crash, rather than go down in a boat. At least you either live or die in a plane crash. If you live, you're now on land (hopefully if you're not flying above water.) A few limbs aside, I'm kissing dry land. Jeeze, that would be the worst. A plane crashing into the ocean, A La Castaway. Yikes!

Here's an interesting factoid you may like to hear. We are constantly loosing our oceans to the atmosphere. It evaporates, and a good portions comes down again as precipitation. But a very small amount (small compared to the oceans size) escapes into space through the atmosphere. But as Earth heats up, and hundreds of thousands of years go bye, scientists predict the oceans will turn into dry Grand Canyons of encrusted salt that go on for miles across the globe. Any whatever water is left will be highly saliferous. So, I'm actually going to enjoy our little here for now Atlantic Ocean this Sunday, because someday; God is going to clean up all that water he spilt onto the Earths floor.

Local Boxer News

Chris McInerney attained his first televised bout on ESPN 2, and a draw.


Local prospect Chris McInerney 3-0-1, 3 KO's did not expect the Midwestern traveler Anterio Vines 4-5-1, 1 KO to put up a fight as well as he did. McInerney came out gritty throwing from all angles. At one second left in the opening round Vines received an uppercut that dropped him to his knee.

Feeling he had his opponent hurt, McInerney came on strong again throwing a lot of punches. A right jab would land in those punches dropping Vines again for the second time in the fight.

When it looked like the local town hero was going to make good on his promise to win a left hook out of nowhere put McInerney almost through the ropes. Obviously shaken and dazed, he held in for the round absorbing a lot of punishment only to come back with shots of his own.

Still on shaky ground McInerney was able to get through two minutes of defense until both fighters let their hands go. At the end of four rounds both fighters truly fought to a draw. Judges score it 37-38, 37-36, 37- 37. RSR scored it 37-36, McInerney.

When promoter Richie Cappiello of Cappiello Boxing promotions said, "This is going to be a dynamite card with plenty of fireworks." The fighters brought all the flash and boom that carried over from the evening before, July 4th.

I Passed My First Algebra Pre-req.

I'm kinda proud of myself. Even though I still have MAT 196 to complete this summer now. Which I am already anticipating needing an extension into the fall because I'm so God damn slow when it comes to algebra. My final grade came to a B-. I'll take it, even though I only like A's. But as I type this, I realize how trivial these accomplishments are in the grand scale of things.


London is Rocked by Explosions!

In Tavistock Square, debris littered the ground and bloodstains dotted the wall following the double-decker bus explosion.

LONDON --Buses had to be used as ambulances. An emergency medical station was set up at a hotel. Rescue workers, police and ordinary people streamed into the streets to help.

Nearly simultaneous blasts at subway stations and on a red double-decker bus brought chaos to the streets of London.

Ambulances sped from the wreckage of the bus torn apart by a blast near central London's Russell Square. Its mangled upper deck was open to the sky and debris littered the street. The facade of a nearby building was blackened and scarred by shrapnel.

Buses were pressed into service as ambulances as dozens of casualties were taken to hospitals. At the scene of several blasts, specialist emergency workers in orange biochemical suits searched for evidence of biological, chemical or nuclear agents.

At the London Hospital, a medic pumped the chest of a man who lay on a stretcher, clothes ripped and body blackened.

"There was an explosion and the flash of flames down the side of the train," said Derek Price, 55, who was on a subway train near Liverpool Street station. "It was all very quick -- a loud bang happened in a matter of seconds."

Emergency workers set up a medical command post in a Hilton hotel near Edgware Road subway station, where an explosion ripped through a crowded train.

Deep undergound, a Swedish woman riding the subway toward the station said she heard the blast behind her train.

"Everything went black, and people threw themselves to the floor in panic," Cornelia Berg told Swedish newspaper Aftonbladet by phone.

"The car quickly filled with smoke and a lot of people used their umbrellas to try to break the windows so that we could get air. A mother with her two small children sat next to me and cried desperately."

When passengers were evacuated, there were body parts scattered around them, she said.

Another Tube passenger, American Sean Barron, 20, said he helped treat the wounded at Edgware Road station.

"One gentleman told me that the floor of the train he was on was blown out, it was just gone. I believe another gentleman was ejected from the train," he said.

Gary Lewis, 32, was evacuated from a subway train at King's Cross station and described a scene of panic as medics tended to casualties brought to a ticket hall.

"People were covered in black soot and smoke. People were running everywhere and screaming. It was chaos," he said. "... The one haunting image was someone whose face was totally black and pouring with blood."

As police shut down subways and buses across the city, central London streets became all but empty of traffic. Some commuters tried to make their way to work or home on foot. Groups gathered around corner shops with televisions, watching in silence pictures of a mangled red bus.

The mood was somber and subdued, but there was little outright panic in a city that had celebrated winning the 2012 Olympic Games only a day before. People tried to call loved ones on cell phones, and many loaned their phones so strangers could make calls.

"They've been talking about this kind of thing in London, but you never think it's really going to happened," said Biage Arnold, a transport worker at Euston Station, near the site of the Russell Square bus blast.

"Yesterday we were quite glad that we got the Olympic bid," said her colleague Arvind Mavji. "Today we are wondering if it was worth it." By Donna Bryson, Associated Press Writer July 7, 2005

Why does it seem like, the only way to stop this, is to kill enough life to neutralize a threat?

The Gears Grind On

Beo seriously needs to get away for a while.


I'm just run down. I've had enough. Everything is fine and dandy, but it's not. Work is rewarding, yet it still just IS. Do you know what I mean? Everything is just what it is, and I just feel like I wear the same skin, over and over again. I'm restless. I get home and work out ferociously, trying to get everything I can out of the day, because I feel like work is cheating me out of a large majority of my life. School is rewarding, and I'm doing great in all my courses, but all I can think of is the long road I still have ahead of me. I need a spiritual retreat a La "Lost" style where I am on an island, and have only our wits to survive on. I need a serious John Locke retreat. I had a great 4th of July weekend, but it was just that. A weekend with an extra day tacked on. Great. By the time it's Friday night I already feel like the weekend is almost over. I know, you're thinking I must be great to live with. I'm not usually like this. I just really need a vacation! A two week one if possible (which it isn't).

I Saw War of the Worlds

Remember these freaky looking things?

So, I had a really good feeling about this movie. First, because everyone caught up in the publicity machine hates Tom Cruise right now. I love when I ask people about an actor and they say, "Oh, I totally hate that person. They are so this, or that!" You don't even know this person! Get a grip! Do people actually feel normal when they make up these feelings about people they don't even know? What is really going on in the minds of people who think their emotional attachment to actors they've never met are of any substance? That, coupled with the fact that I only like C.G.I. when it's used in epic doomsday movies, together made this a good bet.

The movie is definitely worth seeing, but, the ending is comparable to having a wonderful dinner with all your favorite main courses. Then, you want to top off the dinner with a cup of ice cream. Someone comes and give you an empty cup with a spoon in it. That about sums up the ending. Steven Spielberg really could've done this one justice, just by giving the ending some substance. Instead, he plays it safe and makes you pretend you're eating really good ice cream, when all you're really doing is eating air. Great dinner, with no dessert at the end. That's the movie. No wonder Hollywood is struggling with revenue. All the movies that are made today have a, "Take it or leave it," attitude. Well, people will just stop going to the damn movie. Who the hell needs to go to the movies when you've got a 51" HDTV at home?


Trouble in Paradise?

My fiance "A", and I have things we can't figure out.


How can things be so perfect, yet they're not. "A" and I get along great together. We make each other laugh. We enjoy each others company. We constantly appreciate each other. We pick up slack for each other. We are a perfectly functioning couple. Yet, there is something that just isn't right with us. As if a puzzle was put together, but not all the pieces fit perfectly. We both openly admit that we feel lonely sometimes. Yet, we are constantly with each other. I've never felt something like this in my whole life. I feel completely content and happy with the way things are. Yet, I wouldn't be able to stand it if it was like this for the rest of my life. It scares me that innocent little comments from "A" like, "If we separate, I get to keep Jasmine," begin to have ominous meaning to me now. I hope we can figure it out.

Happy July 4th

Yeah. Happy July 4th bitches!


Aren't you glad? Aren't you glad it's July 4th? Yup.


I've lost my mind. We saw the fireworks from a couple different towns from our balcony. It was nice. Good friends. Good food. It's so sad to think about where things may be bad.

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Frightening

Marcus Wesson, sometimes beat his family with a stick or a baseball bat and held Bible study sessions three times daily, sometimes at 1 a.m.


A man suspected of killing nine of his family members lived a bizarre life of polygamy and incest, even fathering two of his victims with his own daughters, police said.

Marcus Wesson, 57, was arrested Friday after emerging blood-covered from his home, where authorities found nine bodies in a back room tangled and intertwined with clothing. His demeanor was described by officers as "very calm."

Wesson was cooperating with authorities, who planned to charge him with nine counts of murder, said police Chief Jerry Dyer.

"If this does not qualify for the death sentence, then there is no case that would," Dyer said.

Investigators later determined the victims included six females and three males, ranging in age from 1 to 24 and probably Wesson's children and grandchildren.

Six coroners, triple the typical weekend staff, worked Saturday to determine how the victims died. Police said believe they know the cause of death but would not release that information.

"I can tell you that there were no mutilations," the police chief said. "The bodies were intact."

Police planned to serve another search warrant but Dyer would not say where, adding, "We have not ruled out the involvement of any other suspects."

Officers were called to the home Friday afternoon for a child custody dispute. What they found inside was ghastly: bodies so entangled that it took hours for investigators to reach a final count and 10 wooden caskets lining a wall of a front room. Some of the first officers into the house were placed on administrative leave and received counseling Friday night. Six police chaplains were at the house throughout the evening as detectives continued to gather evidence.

The department's cult expert is helping with the investigation. Dyer said no motive had been determined.

Wesson had children with at least four women, including two of his daughters, and authorities are investigating whether he had other female sexual partners as well.

Wesson had once lived with five women and appeared to have a romantic relationship with each, said Frank Muna, an acquaintance. The women seemed to be under Wesson's control, walking behind him and not speaking when he was present, Muna said.

"The neighbors felt there was some weird kind of polygamy commune thing going on," said Muna, a defense lawyer who sold the remains of his burned-out house to Wesson and the women in 1999. Wesson moved to a different house about eight months ago, in part because of neighbors' complaints, Muna said.

Neighbors described seeing many women at the house, dressed in long dresses and sometimes with veils covering their faces, Dyer said.

Dyer said two women who called authorities to the home Friday told officers they had given custody of their children to Wesson two years ago and came to retrieve them.

Neighbors said they knew little about Wesson or the single-story house where a large yellow bus was parked in the driveway. On the sidewalk Saturday were stuffed animals, balloons and flowers left by passers-by.

Wesson's behavior had become more bizarre and his appearance more disheveled in the last three years, said Muna, the acquaintance.

"A lot of what he was saying wasn't relevant to what we were discussing," he said. "He grew that one big, long, nasty dreadlock. It was just caked with dirt and oil."

Dyer said police had not determined why the caskets were in the home, but said they had not been taken as evidence.

Wesson bought the hand-carved mahogany caskets about five years ago from an antique store in town, saying he planned to use the wood to repair a houseboat, said Lois Dugovic, owner of the store.

Dugovic said Wesson seemed aware people were scared of him and that made him laugh. Dugovic herself was at first frightened by Wesson's appearance.

"He sure didn't look the part of a normal person," she said.

The defense for Marcus is claiming Sebhrenah Wesson, the 26-year-old murdered woman and Wesson's daughter, killed the children and then shot herself. She is also the mother of one of the slain children.

The nine deaths represent the largest mass killing ever in Fresno, a city of 440,000 about 190 miles southeast of San Francisco. Seven people were killed in rural Fresno in 1993. By Brian Skoloff