Setting: Laundromat, sunny day, 55 degrees, Missoula
Cast of Characters
-Seattle Lover: Girl who just returned to Missoula after living in Seattle for a couple of months.
-Friends 1 and 2: Didn't just go to Seattle, stayed in Missoula
-The Mighty Travis
Friend 1: So how was it, how was Seattle?
Seattle Lover: It was so great! I love it there. There are so many things that Seattle has that Missoula doesn't!
Friend 2: Like what?
Seattle Lover: There is so much to do, so much culture, it is beautiful, the ocean is right there, live music all the time, tons or art galleries, great places to live, all my friends are there now, great food, way cooler bars and nightlife.
Friend 1: That sounds great!
Seattle Lover: Yeah! You know what else Seattle has that Missoula doesn't?
Friends 1 and 2: What?
Seattle Lover: Let me tell you! More thrift shops, better used clothes shops, awesome grocery stores, better recycling, better bus system, amazing independent record stores, tons of places to buy vinyl, and even more amazing wilderness and outdoor activities. It is so much easier to go on a hike out there, then here.
Friends 1 and 2: Wow!!
Seattle Lover: Yeah! There is so many things there that Missoula doesn't have!
The Mighty Travis: So, why in the fuck would you ever move back to Missoula??
Seattle Lover: It costs too much to live there, it is hard to find a place to live, rent is too high, beers are 8 bucks, it rains 98% of the time, it costs too much to own a car, you can't afford to live with in walking distance of those great thrift stores and most of the time you still have to pay for recycling. But, that's what you have to put up with to live somewhere that is so cool!
The Mighty Travis: Wow! Tell me more!
Seattle Lover: Well, most of the "ocean" access is dominated by ferries, factories, oil tankers, fishing boats, and just general pollution. You just have to drive for 3 or 4 hours to get to the actual ocean.
The Mighty Travis: Awesome! It must be easier to live "green" there!
Seattle Lover: Yeah! All those really cool grocery stores have some much better produce and lots more organic products. It's just a lot more expensive, but that is because it is better.
The Mighty Travis: So, why in the fuck did you ever come back to this shit hole Missoula??
Seattle Lover: I moved back in with my parents and I'm working to save up enough money so I can eventually move back out there! Maybe I'll get to stay in Seattle longer this time. Maybe I'll try Portland, I have a friend down there that says that it is like the best place to live.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Travis Sings?
Not really! Go here and check out what I did tonight! At least I remembered the words.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=OHgUYo96lcY
http://youtube.com/watch?v=OHgUYo96lcY
Monday, February 25, 2008
Cell Phones
I love my cell phone. Chances are, I hate yours.
I'm all about technology. I love the little gadgets that make life a little easier. I love the digital age and all the shit your have to buy to participate. I've owned palm pilots, iPods, laptops, ebook readers, cameras, GPS, and tons of other shit with touch screens. I buy and sell electronic devices more often then Liquid Planet hires new employees. All I can say is...the cell phone thing is out of control.
The Mighty Travis' Suggestions for NOT being the asshole of society:
A. Your friend's joke wasn't that funny, stop laughing so hard.
B. I know that it's cold out, why are you telling me?
C. Your cell phone is not like the phone you grew up with.
Just a few years ago, when you heard the phone ring, you arose from the couch, answered the phone and had a conversation with your friend or family member while in the privacy of your own home. Since the telephone doesn't include a studio quality microphone and speakers, both parties spoke quite loudly so you didn't have to keep saying "what" or repeating yourself. You also talked about everything from the tedious and boring to the most disgusting and unreasonable, because it is a private conversation being shared by 2 consenting adults. The only difference between that phone and your cell phone is that you are now screaming to your friend about how pads with wings really are better while I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my razzleberry pie and coffee. I cannot stand to hear the bullshit that husbands and wives say to each other during the "please let this all end, make sure to pick up the dry cleaning" phone call. I actually don't want to hear those conversations so badly, that I don't break into your home and hide naked behind your shower curtain and spy on you. I'm doing you a favor. So why in the fuck do you choose to bring that phone call to me. I'm talking about the stupid college blond, squawking about how she got so drunk that she didn't mind having 3 dicks in her the night before. I'm talking about the guy who thinks the world is his office and that nobody minds him yelling about his roofing business. What about the kid who must do the "wander-stumble-sideways-backwards-one-footed-touch-everything-I-think-I'm-alone-because-I'm-on-the-phone-dance" right in front of the deposit slips at the bank. Do you ride your bike in your house? No? Really? You mean you never rode your bike in the kitchen while talking on the phone? So what made you think it is OK to talk to your sister while you swerve in and out of the bike lane? Are you really that busy and get so many calls that you can't stand in line at the cashier and not scream about your last doctor's visit? Why are your arms so tired that you need that stupid-ass bluetooth headset hanging off your ear? So you can drive safely? So you can order your McDonald's latte and still talk on the phone? How did industry, business, and boring-daily-family-affairs ever get taken care of before the cell phone? For you big-purse-carrying-the-world-on-my-shoulder-with-cute-straps-ladies...you have a decision to make. You can either carry the phone in your pocket with the vibrate on or turn it off and leave it in the bag. Because if I have to hear the shitty ringtone version of "I Will Survive" while you rummage through your "tote of denial", I will set you on fire with the magnifying glass, tissue, and hairspray you found during the second verse. Your call from Mary-Kay-Avon-Arbonne-Pampered-Chef can wait.
I'm no king of etiquette, but if the call is so goddamn important, answer with a quiet, "Hi, just one second" and either call them back or excuse yourself to the sidewalk or your car. Heaven forbid you miss a call from your buddy who was asshole enough to call when he only had 2 minutes spare.
The best thing about technology making things smaller and more portable is people being able to take their hobbies into public. I hope the coffee shops enjoy some of my really intense drum solos.
I'm all about technology. I love the little gadgets that make life a little easier. I love the digital age and all the shit your have to buy to participate. I've owned palm pilots, iPods, laptops, ebook readers, cameras, GPS, and tons of other shit with touch screens. I buy and sell electronic devices more often then Liquid Planet hires new employees. All I can say is...the cell phone thing is out of control.
The Mighty Travis' Suggestions for NOT being the asshole of society:
A. Your friend's joke wasn't that funny, stop laughing so hard.
B. I know that it's cold out, why are you telling me?
C. Your cell phone is not like the phone you grew up with.
Just a few years ago, when you heard the phone ring, you arose from the couch, answered the phone and had a conversation with your friend or family member while in the privacy of your own home. Since the telephone doesn't include a studio quality microphone and speakers, both parties spoke quite loudly so you didn't have to keep saying "what" or repeating yourself. You also talked about everything from the tedious and boring to the most disgusting and unreasonable, because it is a private conversation being shared by 2 consenting adults. The only difference between that phone and your cell phone is that you are now screaming to your friend about how pads with wings really are better while I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my razzleberry pie and coffee. I cannot stand to hear the bullshit that husbands and wives say to each other during the "please let this all end, make sure to pick up the dry cleaning" phone call. I actually don't want to hear those conversations so badly, that I don't break into your home and hide naked behind your shower curtain and spy on you. I'm doing you a favor. So why in the fuck do you choose to bring that phone call to me. I'm talking about the stupid college blond, squawking about how she got so drunk that she didn't mind having 3 dicks in her the night before. I'm talking about the guy who thinks the world is his office and that nobody minds him yelling about his roofing business. What about the kid who must do the "wander-stumble-sideways-backwards-one-footed-touch-everything-I-think-I'm-alone-because-I'm-on-the-phone-dance" right in front of the deposit slips at the bank. Do you ride your bike in your house? No? Really? You mean you never rode your bike in the kitchen while talking on the phone? So what made you think it is OK to talk to your sister while you swerve in and out of the bike lane? Are you really that busy and get so many calls that you can't stand in line at the cashier and not scream about your last doctor's visit? Why are your arms so tired that you need that stupid-ass bluetooth headset hanging off your ear? So you can drive safely? So you can order your McDonald's latte and still talk on the phone? How did industry, business, and boring-daily-family-affairs ever get taken care of before the cell phone? For you big-purse-carrying-the-world-on-my-shoulder-with-cute-straps-ladies...you have a decision to make. You can either carry the phone in your pocket with the vibrate on or turn it off and leave it in the bag. Because if I have to hear the shitty ringtone version of "I Will Survive" while you rummage through your "tote of denial", I will set you on fire with the magnifying glass, tissue, and hairspray you found during the second verse. Your call from Mary-Kay-Avon-Arbonne-Pampered-Chef can wait.
I'm no king of etiquette, but if the call is so goddamn important, answer with a quiet, "Hi, just one second" and either call them back or excuse yourself to the sidewalk or your car. Heaven forbid you miss a call from your buddy who was asshole enough to call when he only had 2 minutes spare.
The best thing about technology making things smaller and more portable is people being able to take their hobbies into public. I hope the coffee shops enjoy some of my really intense drum solos.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Where's the new blog?
Shut your mouth. How about that?
Just joking. If your reading this, than you have been waiting weeks for a new blog from the brain of the Mighty Travis. So a few updates...
I've been sick for the last 2 days. I've been hurling worse then the morning after a $100, guilt ridden night of underage girls and Stockmans Bar. Really, I have been able to hold down the Gatorade for about an hour before I get to experience the thrill and excitement of such extreme flavors like, Glacial Frost and Fierce Berry yet again. Before you jump on the "Oh God, you have the flu!" bandwagon, I can assure you the culprit is actually a certain burrito joint well known for it's use of aluminum foil. I'm not going to stop going, I will just stop ordering the fish. Now that I'm 7 pounds lighter and feeling a little better, all I want is a burger from the Mo-Club.
Next.
Outside of my front door is a tiny spot of gravel surrounded by my neighbor's fence and my driveway. It is where my lazy ass chooses for my dog to shit when it is the middle of the night and I stand shivering in the doorway. Throughout the winter it is also where I piled most of the snow from my driveway. Picture a couple months of dogshit with 10 to 15 major snowfalls in a spot that only gets like 30 minutes of sunshine. It is a little archeological dig of dogshit. As the snow melts it leaves the dogshit behind like boulders trapped inside a glacier. With the new layer of snow each week my dog could always find new spots. Now my dog won't even leave the cement to walk on it and refuses to shit until I walk him to the alley. Soon the snow will melt and all will be left is the memories of a frozen Missoula winter.
Next.
Be sure to check out my camera phone blog. The link is up in the corner and don't worry there are no pictures of my wee-wee.
Just joking. If your reading this, than you have been waiting weeks for a new blog from the brain of the Mighty Travis. So a few updates...
I've been sick for the last 2 days. I've been hurling worse then the morning after a $100, guilt ridden night of underage girls and Stockmans Bar. Really, I have been able to hold down the Gatorade for about an hour before I get to experience the thrill and excitement of such extreme flavors like, Glacial Frost and Fierce Berry yet again. Before you jump on the "Oh God, you have the flu!" bandwagon, I can assure you the culprit is actually a certain burrito joint well known for it's use of aluminum foil. I'm not going to stop going, I will just stop ordering the fish. Now that I'm 7 pounds lighter and feeling a little better, all I want is a burger from the Mo-Club.
Next.
Outside of my front door is a tiny spot of gravel surrounded by my neighbor's fence and my driveway. It is where my lazy ass chooses for my dog to shit when it is the middle of the night and I stand shivering in the doorway. Throughout the winter it is also where I piled most of the snow from my driveway. Picture a couple months of dogshit with 10 to 15 major snowfalls in a spot that only gets like 30 minutes of sunshine. It is a little archeological dig of dogshit. As the snow melts it leaves the dogshit behind like boulders trapped inside a glacier. With the new layer of snow each week my dog could always find new spots. Now my dog won't even leave the cement to walk on it and refuses to shit until I walk him to the alley. Soon the snow will melt and all will be left is the memories of a frozen Missoula winter.
Next.
Be sure to check out my camera phone blog. The link is up in the corner and don't worry there are no pictures of my wee-wee.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Put on some damn pants!
It is cold out. Before I go outside I usually put on a hoodie and my light down jacket with some gloves. Maybe even a hat. While I'm out in the valley it might get colder, it might snow, you never know. If I arrive at my destination, I might take the coat off, but it there is not a chance I'm taking the hoodie off.
So what the fuck is with these guys with shorts on???? What sort of uber-macho-masculin-bullshit is this??? Listen tough guy, I know it's only a 10 foot walk from your SUV to the IronHorse, but you look like a douchebag. The "chicks dig tough guys thing" only works in High School and maybe some parts of Canada. It is cold out and you should be acting accordingly.
Next...
Neighbor Update!!!
He moved out of the artist space/garage next door! He was using that space as his studio and he was living across town. Guess what? He moved out of both places and found a new house that he uses as both....3 doors down the alley...I see him even more now. Even better? He even has started to show up at Cleric's shows...I'm in hell.
So what the fuck is with these guys with shorts on???? What sort of uber-macho-masculin-bullshit is this??? Listen tough guy, I know it's only a 10 foot walk from your SUV to the IronHorse, but you look like a douchebag. The "chicks dig tough guys thing" only works in High School and maybe some parts of Canada. It is cold out and you should be acting accordingly.
Next...
Neighbor Update!!!
He moved out of the artist space/garage next door! He was using that space as his studio and he was living across town. Guess what? He moved out of both places and found a new house that he uses as both....3 doors down the alley...I see him even more now. Even better? He even has started to show up at Cleric's shows...I'm in hell.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Finally, a blog about bathrooms
Alright! We have some shit to get through. This blog is not for those who don't like to talk about poopin'. Topic to cover:
Using Public Restrooms
My biggest issue with leaving the house is, "What if I have to use a public restroom?" OK, if I have to take a piss, most bathrooms will be fine. Take a shit? It is easier for Mayor John Engen to fit into his Mini Cooper. (or an african american into the oval office) It is all about cleanliness and privacy. I have a very short mental list of acceptable places to shit in Missoula. Now you could be in the most typical of Men's restrooms with a couple of urinals and a couple of stalls, or you could be in the single toilet, locking door situation. Let me run you through an average visit. First thing when I walk in, I inspect the "wetness" of the bathroom. If if looks like a dog was bathed or a children's pool party happened, I will wait. If the bathroom does not have adequate ventilation and I can smell the last 10 uses, I will run screaming. I now inspect every open stall. I'm looking for "clean". I mean flushed, no urine on the seat, or spray on the back of the bowl. The approved stall must not be directly next to an occupied stall, I'm not here to enjoy someone's presence 13 inches away from my naked ass. The stall must have a full roll of toilet paper and the lock has to keep the door locked. I now proceed to be as quiet as possible. I don't want people to think I'm just sitting in there, but I also don't want them to know the consistency of my download. I think the most disturbing thing for other bathroom users is the amount of toilet paper that I use. I do most everything I can to save the environment, but when it comes to the cleanliness of my ass crack, fuck the environment. I sling out 4 to 5 foot section which is then crumpled into a "wipe flower", for coverage of the entire hand and wrist. I repeat 5 to 6 times. Flush with the foot and head for the sink.
If I'm in the single toilet, door lock situation, the process is the same. Except, my paranoia of the next person walking into the war zone that I created usually makes me wait for a better situation.
So, what the fuck is with the unflushed toilet? Who is the person that fills the bowl, wipes, then leaves this surprise for me to discover. Other then toilet operation failure, there is no reason to leave anything behind. Even stranger is the full bowl with no toilet paper. What sort of magic asshole does this person possess. Also, who thinks it is OK to urinate all over the seat and the flush handle. We all know what a "pee shiver" is, and there is now shiver big enough to make you spray urine all over. That is the kind of shit that makes me not want to get out of bed in the morning.
John Sporman, this one is for you.
Using Public Restrooms
My biggest issue with leaving the house is, "What if I have to use a public restroom?" OK, if I have to take a piss, most bathrooms will be fine. Take a shit? It is easier for Mayor John Engen to fit into his Mini Cooper. (or an african american into the oval office) It is all about cleanliness and privacy. I have a very short mental list of acceptable places to shit in Missoula. Now you could be in the most typical of Men's restrooms with a couple of urinals and a couple of stalls, or you could be in the single toilet, locking door situation. Let me run you through an average visit. First thing when I walk in, I inspect the "wetness" of the bathroom. If if looks like a dog was bathed or a children's pool party happened, I will wait. If the bathroom does not have adequate ventilation and I can smell the last 10 uses, I will run screaming. I now inspect every open stall. I'm looking for "clean". I mean flushed, no urine on the seat, or spray on the back of the bowl. The approved stall must not be directly next to an occupied stall, I'm not here to enjoy someone's presence 13 inches away from my naked ass. The stall must have a full roll of toilet paper and the lock has to keep the door locked. I now proceed to be as quiet as possible. I don't want people to think I'm just sitting in there, but I also don't want them to know the consistency of my download. I think the most disturbing thing for other bathroom users is the amount of toilet paper that I use. I do most everything I can to save the environment, but when it comes to the cleanliness of my ass crack, fuck the environment. I sling out 4 to 5 foot section which is then crumpled into a "wipe flower", for coverage of the entire hand and wrist. I repeat 5 to 6 times. Flush with the foot and head for the sink.
If I'm in the single toilet, door lock situation, the process is the same. Except, my paranoia of the next person walking into the war zone that I created usually makes me wait for a better situation.
So, what the fuck is with the unflushed toilet? Who is the person that fills the bowl, wipes, then leaves this surprise for me to discover. Other then toilet operation failure, there is no reason to leave anything behind. Even stranger is the full bowl with no toilet paper. What sort of magic asshole does this person possess. Also, who thinks it is OK to urinate all over the seat and the flush handle. We all know what a "pee shiver" is, and there is now shiver big enough to make you spray urine all over. That is the kind of shit that makes me not want to get out of bed in the morning.
John Sporman, this one is for you.
Monday, January 14, 2008
More People I Hate
Now that we've gotten the 4-way stop issue out of the way...let's talk about parking and the people that park that way.
"The Mighty Travis' Rules of Parking"
1. Don't be a dick.
2. The lines painted on the ground are not "suggestions".
3. Parallel parking is back-in ONLY.
4. Waiting for another car to pull out is not allowed.
I don't give a shit if there is 3 feet of snow on the ground, you know where the lines are. Use any method necessary to find where the spot actually is. Use the parking meter on the sidewalk, the cement "car stopper" at the end of the parking spot, or get out of your car and LOOK. I'm sure you can figure it out, use common sense.
Punishment for taking up 2 spots: I throw up on your windshield.
I don't care if you have a PhD or it took you 3 years to get a GED, pulling in to a parallel parking spot head first is dumb. It takes longer and is completely ridiculous. If you have to put the car into reverse more then 3 times, you are wasting my time. If you have to drive on the curb, you are a failure in life. We all learned how to do it correctly.
Punishment for pulling in head first: Spouse and 3 kids. Got those already? Now you have 2.
We've all been to Costco. We've all driven around the first 2 rows or spots nearest to the door, hoping the 4 people in front of us just happened to miss the one open spot. That is where it ends, you give up and go to the side of the building or back by the gas pumps. You DO NOT sit and wait for the family of 12 to load children, bulk items, and grandma's wheelchair. Just remember there are people like me, that start the car, put my foot on the brake, car in reverse...while I eat my Polish dog, piece of pizza, and "very berry yogurt delight". Is there really that much difference between a 100 foot walk and a 300 foot walk. Grow up, life sucks, walk a little. Bonus: Parking in the back puts your closer to the exit.
Punishment for parking-spot-hovering: You die alone and angry. There is nothing better then being impatient with death.
"The Mighty Travis' Rules of Parking"
1. Don't be a dick.
2. The lines painted on the ground are not "suggestions".
3. Parallel parking is back-in ONLY.
4. Waiting for another car to pull out is not allowed.
I don't give a shit if there is 3 feet of snow on the ground, you know where the lines are. Use any method necessary to find where the spot actually is. Use the parking meter on the sidewalk, the cement "car stopper" at the end of the parking spot, or get out of your car and LOOK. I'm sure you can figure it out, use common sense.
Punishment for taking up 2 spots: I throw up on your windshield.
I don't care if you have a PhD or it took you 3 years to get a GED, pulling in to a parallel parking spot head first is dumb. It takes longer and is completely ridiculous. If you have to put the car into reverse more then 3 times, you are wasting my time. If you have to drive on the curb, you are a failure in life. We all learned how to do it correctly.
Punishment for pulling in head first: Spouse and 3 kids. Got those already? Now you have 2.
We've all been to Costco. We've all driven around the first 2 rows or spots nearest to the door, hoping the 4 people in front of us just happened to miss the one open spot. That is where it ends, you give up and go to the side of the building or back by the gas pumps. You DO NOT sit and wait for the family of 12 to load children, bulk items, and grandma's wheelchair. Just remember there are people like me, that start the car, put my foot on the brake, car in reverse...while I eat my Polish dog, piece of pizza, and "very berry yogurt delight". Is there really that much difference between a 100 foot walk and a 300 foot walk. Grow up, life sucks, walk a little. Bonus: Parking in the back puts your closer to the exit.
Punishment for parking-spot-hovering: You die alone and angry. There is nothing better then being impatient with death.
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