Burnerblog

I’ve been busy. So busy, in fact, that I’ve neglected ol’ Burnerblog once again.

Here is the kind of post I hate to read on other people’s’s’s’s’s blogs.

I’ve been playing bass in two bands, playing Age of Conan online with friends, racing in NCNASCAR (and winning some races!), having friends over from out of town, reading neat websites with cool ideas, and many other things.

Next up for me is making a compost pile, organizing one corner of the garage, and waxing my car.

And maybe keeping this place a little more up-to-date than I have been.

FUCK. I’ve not had a speeding ticket in about 10 years or so. Actually, something more like 12 years. Anyway, I went to pick up Brendon from school today in Sherry’s car (no radar detector) and I went 62 mph in a 45 mph (where everyone else drives about 55-60 all the time!!!!) and got pulled over IN THE SCHOOL PARKING LOT for speeding. The kicker? I left my wallet at home. So, I got a speeding ticket AND a ticket for no driver’s license.

So, now I get to go through the BS that is the traffic court system. I FUCKING HATE TRAFFIC COURT. Worse, I SHOULD HAVE DRIVEN MY OWN CAR WHICH HAS A RADAR DETECTOR IN IT. FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK. I am fit to be tied.

There’s nothing worse than going to traffic court. Nothing. I’d rather have to go through a gingivectomy or even my vasectomy again rather than have to go to traffic court. Oh, and it doesn’t end there. Then I get to go through the stupid driver’s improvement BS.

If ever I am justified in having my radar detector, it’s after a bullshit incident like this. Whenever my detector chirps I get under the speed limit ASAP. Typically, that’s well before I get into actual radar range. Today, my lack of radar detection fucked me. That won’t happen again. Oh no, Deputy Mxxxx, it won’t happen again. You will only be able to catch other unsuspecting drivers without radar detectors from now on.

Oh, and for one more time: FUCK!!!!

I’m sure Scientology is not too happy with this. With all the anti-Scientology stuff going on, and how it’s becoming more and more prevalent, I wonder how long it’ll be before people start to open their eyes and see that it’s a money-making organization based on science fiction and start leaving en masse.

Or not. Some people have a need to belong, and Scientology fills that need for them.

It looks as if someone has bought the house next door to us. It’s been vacant for about nine months after the previous owner moved out after having foreclosed on the house. For the past eight months, there has been very little activity to speak of, but in the past month or so, visits to the house picked up, and we saw many people come to take a look at the place. It looks like someone finally bought it, although I have no idea as to the identity of the new resident(s). I just hope they “fit in” with the rest of the families in the cul-de-sac here. We’re all pretty quiet, all of us are parents with kids (only one couple are empty nesters), and we are all considerate to one another.

There’s a red pickup truck parked in the driveway that’s been there all night although the “For Sale” sign is still up. Wonder if they’re just getting the place ready, or if it’s the new residents. I haven’t actually had a chance to see anyone outside yet to chat up, but at the first chance I have, I will do so to get the latest intel.

I had to do something I haven’t done for nearly 10 years or more: I had to get rid of my beard. Why would I do such a thing? It has to do with the role I took in the play South Pacific. I play Captain Brackett, and he has no beard. So… I went into the bathroom, took out the hair clippers, clipped the beard off, and now I shave daily (or nearly daily). It’s a weird sensation, having a clean-shaven face again, but as much as I dislike shaving, I do like how my face feels without the beard.

Here is a photo of me with my beard taken on my birthday in July 2007:

And here I am recently, having shaved for my role as Captain Brackett in South Pacific:

I think I look quite different without the beard. I’m not sure yet if I’ll be growing the beard back, or if I do, how soon it would be. For now, I just work on my lines and shave my face. I’ll deal with the beard issue in about two and a half weeks, when the play is over and I am able to do as I wish with my facial hair.