You're not so brave, when I'm the snake, and you're my prey.

Look how big my kids are getting! This guy was only about 6inches when I got him...now he's about a foot and a half. How exciting! His max growth will be about 5 or 6 feet. But, I don't expect him to get that big any time soon. The boy can eat though. He ate 2 full grown mice this week. What a big boy. Just some info on Ball Pythons....It's interesting because a ball python will rarely bite. Their main defence system is rolling into a tight ball and hiding their head when disturbed (hence the name...This is also why I'm not touching him too much in the pics...I wanted you guys to see the full length). If further disturbed they will hiss loudly and/or bite...not venomous because all pythons and boas have no venom, but kill by constriction. Most people don't know this but the anaconda (the largest snake in the world) is a species of boa constrictor. No venom at all...all constriction baby....this by no means means that the anaconda is harmless...any constrictor of that size is dangerious. But my ball python reaching a max length of 6 foot...is harmless, compared to 18ft+ anacondas.

So I've been doing some soul searching and I believe I found what I want out of life. Something to keep me interested, give me confidence, make me feel proud. I need to get back into martial arts. Not only that, but I want to master an art and teach it. This time around I'm going to move up quick and kick some serious ass. I found a Shaolin Kung Fu Grandmaster that teaches here in Austin. He's straight from the Shaolin Temples in China. He knows his stuff. The name is Grandmaster Sin The'. I really miss training. I've been thinking about it alot every since I got out. ...even more so now. I'm thinking about doing some tournament fighting this go around as well. I've never entered in a tournament because I was always more interested in survival combat than competition. But I figure the more I win in tournaments, the faster I can advance. Plus it's great experience...aside from all of the bullshit rules. All I need to do, is visit the dojo this weekend and talk with the master. I hope work lets me change up my schedule a bit. I plan on training pretty hard this go round.

By the way, I highly recommend this song. Jerry Reed - Amos Moses

Yeah...
Here comes Amos

Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by hisself in the swamp
And hunted alligator for a living
He'd just knock 'em in the head with a stump
The Louisiana law is gonna getcha you, Amos
It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy

Now everyone blamed his old man
For makin' him mean as a snake
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait
Tie a rope around his waist and throw him in the swamp

Ha ha ha

Alligator bait in the Louisiana bayou
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a man called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hannah
Well they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth
Called him Amos Moses

Yeah
Ha ha

Now the folks around south Louisiana
Said Amos was a hell of a man
He could trap the biggest, the meanest alligator
And just use one hand
That's all he got left cause an alligator bit it
Ha ha ha
Left arm gone clean up to the elbow

Well the sheriff got wind that Amos
Was in the swamp trappin' alligator skin
So he snuck in the swamp gonna get the boy
But he never came out again
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went to

Heh heh

Well you can sure get lost in the Louisiana bayou
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a cat called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hannah
Well they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth
Called him Amos Moses

Sit down on 'em Amos
Make it count son
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a man called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hannah...

Why does life have to rock so hard sometimes?

So yesterday I went to Nephew's with my brother Dustin and a couple of friends. Needless to say, I got pretty trashed. Isn't alcohol such a weird drug? It makes you feel 10 feet tall and have the confidence of a bulletproof bear. I was offered by my brother to do "the sprinkler" on the table for a cool five bucks if I made a rotation and a half. So I got on the table and did "the sprinkler" for only one rotation...i didn't get the five bucks. So anyway, I ordered another drink and our server (cute girl named Emily) said that my card was not at the bar. Anyway, long story short she found it at the bar and apologized. So for the rest of the night she kept sucking up to me...fool wanted that tip!
I went up to these ghetto looking black chicks at one point in the night and said "Hi, I'm Casey, I'm just a skinny whiteguy with no game, wanna dance?" I got a nice dirty look and a gentle shove. At least I didn't get slapped. I was determined to dance with someone ghetto as hell that night...it was just a wild hair like..."Goal tonight...at least one ghetto girl." I don't know why that brewed in my skull, but it did. So I saw these other two black chicks with these really big coats on up against the wall looking all mean and shit. I asked one of them to dance to a country song in front of her "peeps".....they all laughed at me, but! She said yes, brave girl, I had to give her props. She said she never danced country before and no one had asked her to dance all night. It was probably because of that gigantic coat. But anyway, it was fun.
So the night was closing out and Emily came up and asked if I wanted to close out my tab. We started talking about something and I remember saying "Well hey, can I get your number...no really, I'm not hitting on you..I just want to call you and try to make you laugh." Because that's what drew me to her, she had a great smile....but talk about a lame ass pick up line. So she laughed at me and said, "are you gonna leave a good tip?" I said "humongous." So she gave me her number and I got the check...I looked at the receipt and on the tip line I wrote $5.00....then I scratched out the zeros and wrote in .75 as a joke. I thought that was pretty funny. I crack myself up sometimes. So we get back home and it's like 3a.m. I'm feeling pretty trashed and I think, "I wonder if that number works?" So I call it at 3am. Ring ring "hello?" I slammed my phone shut immediately and giggled a bit. God I'm an idiot.

So today me and RB went to Target and bought a bookshelf and a clothes hamper...fun stuff. We cleaned the house pretty much all day. We (me, Robert, and a girl called Jenny K) had a nice walk at the Barton Creek Park. Robert took a couple of photos of me shirtless and shameless. I never realized how much of a skinny white bitch I look like....I'm sure Robert will have those on his blog. Feel free to sell those pics to the porno industry. I could be the next Ron Jeremy.....maybe my porn name could be C-Bones.
Harriet was out of hiding today and displaying some strange behavior. She was crawling on the glass of her cage. She never does that, she shouldn't, she's a terrestrial type of spider not an aboreal. Anyway, I got some great photos of her....my how she has grown. Look at this old pic of her when she was just a spiderling.

A great undershot of sweet Harriet...look at those fangs! She's bitten me once when she was smaller..hurt like hell! Which is why I don't handle her anymore.

My hand next to her so you can see just how big she is. How would you like to wake up to that every morning? Well ladies, this is just one of the many things I have to offer.

Where is love in that jungle haze?

Well, I couldn't sleep last night...felt a bit feverish. I went to bed at around 1am and woke up at 4am sweating my ass off. I stayed up and stared at the wall in deep thought until it was time to go to work...I left a bit early so I could eat some breakfast...I left home around 7:30am. I couldn't find a decent place to eat some breakfast so I just went to Whataburger and got a #4....that's bacon and chee burger, with some greesey ass fries...I forced down the greese pile with a gallon of soda and headed to work. 9:00am...Damn the luck, the truck arrived early today, 1118 cubic feet. My back and bones ached from this sickness. This was going to be fun. So I did the whole work thing and left at 2pm instead of 6pm....what can I say, I wasn't up for anymore physical labor. I got home and crashed out in my dirty ass work clothes on my bed (note to self, wash sheets) for a good 5 hour nap. I woke up feeling even more sick so I ate some Day-Qil...nice red pills, they always do the trick. Robert and Jenny ordered a pizza...I ate 4 slices and drank some more of that soda (good for diabetes I hear). After that I asked Robert if he wanted to go get a movie with me. So, we headed off to get a movie, but first to pic up Roberts lap top from work. The Old 97's playing the whole way there. I don't mind it at all Robert, they're growing on me. We arrive at the movie shop after the laptop retrieval and neither of us knows what to get...Robert goes back to the car to listen to an audio book ("Why Do you Care what Other people Think?") while I search for a movie. It's just not happening, I can't find anything I want to watch. In the background I can hear some Hollywood Video associates talking about Brokeback Mountain and jokeing about gay cowboys eating pudding. So I look through the new releases and see GrizzleyMan. I pick it up and head to the front counter. I look at the candy...I can never resist, I always have to get the green apple sour straws...so I pick up a pack. Two guys are leaving the store at that very moment, the girl up front who's name tag reads "Veronica" says to them "All these movies and yall still couldn't find anything to watch." She was pretty rude but, I thought it was hilarious...the go to hell looks that the two guys gave her. She saw me laughing and gave me a smile...she was pretty cute. The other associates were talking about the two guys ...saying that they think they offended them by making the gay cowboy comments, the couple may have been gay. Veronica proceeds to check me out and says the the sour straws are two for a dollar...kick ass....I pick up another....the blueraspberry flavor...why not? Never tried that one before. I gave Veronica a final smile before I left the store. I told Robert I needed some more meds for my sick body. We drove to the HEB next door. I walk in, grab the meds, (Day-Qil and Ny-Qil) and hurry back to the car. We drive home and park in front of the driveway. I'm walking to the house with a movie (GrizzleyMan), two packs of candy (Sour apple and Blueraspberry), and a box of Day-Qil/Ny-Qil. This is what dreams are made of baby. We get inside the house and I put the movie in and start on the Sour Apple Straws....I'll save you all alot of boredom (if that's possible at this point). The whole movie is not a documentary on a man living with bears...but a documentary on the details of how a man and his girlfriend were consumed by a bear. "I saw this human ribcage that the bear was chewing on...I knew it was his." God, what a shitty movie...I couldn't watch all of it. I turned it off and here I am. That was basically my day...almost to a T. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow and have something more interesting to write about.

Why?

I can't believe this... I'm not even over my cold and it feels like I'm getting sick again. I've been so tired and achey lately. I wish this would just pass over already. I hate being sick.

Take me in the Morning, take me in the Rain.

This weekend has past and managed to create more tangles in my soul. Sometimes when you have this big ball of tangles and you tug on one of the tangled parts in effort to free it...you end up freeing it somewhat...but tightening the other tangles which makes it more difficult to free the other parts. I think the best way to get out of a big ball of tangles is to gently grasp the whole thing and start to pull apart the mess. Soon, by taking a gentle approach to it all, and sort of...massaging it, you will have everything straightend out. Isolating and obsessing over the more tangled parts will only make it worse. It's a slow process and you shouldn't let it frustrate you.
I'm not in the best of moods today...I should be, but I guess it's just one of those days. One of those days that seems like the world has this big stick and won't stop poking you with it. I really have to start getting on the ball with my life. I need to do some soul searching and find out what I want out of life. I feel like I'm at a stand still.... and at times, it feels like I'm slipping backwards. I've just hit this rutt in life and it seems like it's so hard to move. I'm not a big fan of wasted time or regret, so I feel I need to act fast.....this post is going nowhere fast, haha. Yeah, I'm just gonna go ahead and stop now.

I thought this was fucking hilarious.

I found this on a series of myspace jumps from my martial arts buddies.

Chuck Norris Owns Your A$$

Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. But he is so badass, he has never cried. Ever.

Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs.

The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.

If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can't see Chuck Norris, you may be only seconds away from death.

Chuck Norris has counted to infinity. Twice.

Chuck Norris does not hunt because the word hunting infersthe probability of failure. Chuck Norris goes killing.

Chuck Norris doesnt wash his clothes, he disembowels them.

Chuck Norris is 1/8th Cherokee. This has nothing to do with ancestry, the man ate an Indian.

In fine print on the last page of the Guinness Book of World Records it notes that all world records are held by Chuck Norris, and those listed in the book are simply the closest anyone else has ever gotten.

There is no chin behind Chuck Norris' beard. There is only another fist.

Chuck Norris once roundhouse kicked someone so hard that his foot broke the speed of light, went back in time, and killed Amelia Earhart while she was flying over the Pacific Ocean.

Crop circles are Chuck Norris' way of telling the world that sometimes corn needs to lie the fuck down.

Chuck Norris is ten feet tall, weighs two-tons, breathes fire, and could eat a hammer and take a shotgun blast standing.

The Great Wall of China was originally created to keep Chuck Norris out. It failed misserably.

If you ask Chuck Norris what time it is, he always says, "Two seconds 'til." After you ask, "Two seconds 'til what?" he roundhouse kicks you in the face.

Chuck Norris drives an ice cream truck covered in human skulls.

The Plague and Theraphosa blondi

I'm sick...must have caught it from Jenny...or the people at work. Anyway, I called in today. I feel like I need to be productive....but I feel like grand caca.

The Goliath Bird Eater ... "Theraphosa Blondi" is the largest spider on earth. Record sizes are more than 12 " across. I've only got the chance to see one of these guys at a reptile show. They're the only spider that can produce a loud hiss when they're aggitated. They hiss by a method called "stridulation". It's interesting because they use hairs on their legs to make the sound...it works similar to how vel-cro works. It's fangs are larger than most snakes...but, it's bite isn't fatal to most humans. It's urticating hairs (a Mexican Redknee "hair flicking" urticiating hairs) are supposed to be the most painful from the bird eater. These hairs that they flick off their back act like micro-harpoons covered in poison. I've read that even when gloves are worn....the goliath bird eater's hairs can still penitrate. In the wild these can easily kill mice or other intruders of their burrows by getting caught in the throat. I've read that few keepers of this breed have gone blind from having the spider too close to their face and getting an eyefull of spider needles. Tribes in the Amazon eat Goliath Bird eaters by putting them on sticks and roasting them. I wonder when I'll get to see one of these guys again.

Who can say?

Well, I believe I'm getting better. But I can't help but to ask myself "will you ever love again?". And after my mind analizes my state and feeling, the answer is "No". How can I? The way I feel...it seems it is impossible to ever love again. But I know that it IS possible. I know the correct answer is "Who can say?" I know that the heart is differant from the mind in that the heart can be jump started at any given point in time...by anyone, before the mind knows what's going on. So it is impossible to know IF and WHEN you will fall again. That's the great thing about love...you don't need to analize it or think about it...it's just there. You can't explain it or hide it, because the feeling is so great. My biggest fear in life, I think would have to be....that I grow to be one of those bitter old men without a soul. His soul is calloused over from being trampled on and done wrong. So calloused that all the light ceases to shine through. The only time he ever feels a spark of light is through good memories....but what can you do when your memory is failing you too? Just stay shut in your house....sit on the sofa, get drunk, and watch Matlock.
So Natalie emailed me again...we're kind of friends now. She wants to get together sometime with a group of friends and hang out sometime. I'm not ready to see her yet. I don't know how I'll react ..... I don't want to have a complete relapse of depression. I think I'll just wait until I'm ready.

What an odd post...where did that come from?

Mankind can be very depressing.

All because of uncertainty and disappointment one can drop everything and forget the main path of the heart. That breaks my heart to know that people can do things without thinking....without feeling. Hmmm...I don't think I'm making any sense. What do you think?

Floating words in a whirlpool of alcohol.

Trying to take control over things that cannot be controlled only causes great pain.

People rip themselves apart doing this every day.

Accept, Acknowlege, and Appreciate.

Walk a mile in my shoes...or a few steps.

So I called my mom at work the other day and this is how the conversation went. "First State Bank how may I help you?" "Yes, can I speak with Pat Shimek please?" "Ooooh no, she's out sick today....she's throwing up and got the squirts if ya know what I mean....who is this? Can I take a message?" "Click." No really, I had to hang up...it was that fucking funny to me. God, who just says that to anyone? She didn't even know who I was and she told me that Pat Shimek...my mom....has the squirts. Fucking gold.

The other day at work this lady returned this bag and said "For some reason this bag is just to bulky." I thought to myself....hmmm, could that reason be because it IS bulky.

This other guy at work was trying to return this camera and got all pissed off when Shaun told him he couldn't, so the guy says "Well that's it...I'm never shopping at Home Depot again!" Shaun replied "That's fine sir but you can come back to Circuit City any time you like." Of coarse the guy got pissed and stormed out...funny shit though.

So my warehouse team at work got #1 in the whole company for getting product to the customer in less than 15 minutes. So anyway, they did this article on the circuit city intranet about us and put this really lame picture of me fake running, with some product under my arm and with a ticket in my hand on the site. The boss says I'm a celebrity in the circuit city world because the corporate guys are posting my pics up everywhere...anyway it's funny...you just have to see it.

Well Jenny Janak's son...Benny. Just pooped by my bed again today. This is the second time....I wonder what he's doing that for? Jenny said he never did that before. I wonder if he's mad at me. Trying to poop me out of the house or something. Hmmm. I'll get to the bottom of this pooping buisness.

Well, my scorpion is dying....I don't know why. All of his limbs are paralized except for his tail and stinger. I'll poke at him and he'll just wave that tail around trying to sting me. He might just be old...or have some kind of parasite eating away at his innards. Either way...I think I'm going to have to put him out of his misery today.

So Troy's coming up to Austin with Toni (his girlfriend) tomorrow....I think they're trying to hook me up with this chick called Jimmie. Toni...Jimmie....chicks with guy names. Eh, I never really like being "hooked up" but I'll give it a try if we click.

Got this work party next Friday...the ladies from work want me to go. I'm gonna go...I hope it's a jolly good time and not hip hop till you drop. It's gonna be a ho - down "You bring the hoe's and I'll get down" -Shaun. That guy's funny.

Well, that's what's been going on in my life.

Aye aye aye....sharpen your boot and bludgeon your eye.

Just your average day.

Well today the boss made me come in an hour early...so I arrived an hour early. Did busy work until the truck arrived...it was around 1000 cubic feet of shit. The cool thing was, I got to go on a delivery to this rich lady's house while everyone finished the truck. I was gone for about an hour and when I got back I clocked out and went home. Man, exciting stuff. I got home ...watched some Ren & Stimpy, Robert got home and started to make some hamburger helper. Yeah baby. Oh yeah, the cat is out of the bag on this little guy I got. RB, I thought you were going to freak out.. but you took it pretty well. Anyway, I've got a snake that I've been keeping for awhile now. A beautiful male ball python. Anyway, that was basically my day. Just an average day.