Tyler West 110

Umm yeah, so in the tradition of voodoo lounge cds, I have decided to make another cd. But this will not be just any cd. This cd will be the closest of any cd to being a true voodoo cd.

You know all those lyrics that I post on the blog? Yeah, well, I'm gonna put those songs on this cd. On top of that, I am going to take the best posts, starting with the very first one, and put them in some kind of book format for posterity's sake. Now, I am smart enough to realize that most of you probably don't want to read my blathering about girls and such more than once, let alone have a permanent record of it in your posession. But if you're sick and twisted enough to want that, let me know. Otherwise, I'll make it just for myself.

Expect the CD out sometime this fall.

Dear M,

Its been awhile since we've last talked. Summer has a way of doing that, I suppose. I find it almost inconceivable that I could have had a crush on you at one time. And yet, when I think of you, I am reminded of some of the qualities that first attracted me to you. Some of the qualities I can still see, but time and a definite no have given me the opportunity to take a step back and survey the situation with a more objective eye. The objective eye has shown me that which my infatuated self had covered over. You did have some faults that I tended to overlook. And maybe overlooking faults is not such a bad thing. But, being able to see these faults has made your rejection a softer blow. I always felt out of place and uncomfortable around your friends. You knew them very well, and I didn't. Still, it didn't keep me from trying, and it wouldn't have prevented a relationship if we both wanted one. But, you did not. That's fine, everyone is entitled to like who they want. But I liked you, and I wasn't going to easily unlike you very quickly. I approached the subject several more times before finally realizing the answer was no, not ever. I could blame my lack of what-girls-think-about-me esteem on you. Granted, rejections don't help one's self-esteem, but mine wasn't exactly sky-high to begin with. I was hurt by your rejection, especially after you seemed to show some interest at different times. You probably thought of it as just hanging out as friends, as I'm sure many girls do, but I did have a sincere interest in a dating relationship. You're failure to see something as simple as this upsets me, but I understand many girls don't see it that simple, so maybe I'm in the wrong.

I would like to say I have moved on, although I'm sure I haven't completely. I am once again crawling out of my shell, but every time a girl says yes, I still suspect that she is just being polite and will soon tell me that I am not her type. Why is it that when dark-haired beauties sit next to me in class, I become speechless? Simply because I know that had I never shown interest in you, I would not have been rejected. It is silly, yes. But rather than face a rejection whose almost certainty has been cemented in my mind by the likes of you, I prefer to let her believe that I am not interested. I still think of you and wonder what kind of couple we would have made. I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have made it. Sooner or later, our differences would have risen up like a coiled diamondback. And yet, I remember that at one time, I thought we were a perfect match. Our frienship has taught me many things about your gender. And I believe, in the long run, I have become a better person because of this. However, it has been a troublesome road filled with camels and whiskey. A road, that Lord willing, I will not soon travel again.

My insurance problem has been fixed.

Ok, i was planning on taking my mom's car to school this fall, since i needed a little extra cargo room to get my stuff down. But I was going to leave my car insured. Anyway, I figured out if I uninsure my car while I'm not driving it and move my insurance over to my mom's car, I save a lot of money.

86 MR2: 481 every six months
92 Camry: 252 every six months

i am in a much better mood in things regarding insurance.

Argh.

Got the new insurance bill today. I hate being a young male.

No accidents and no tickets and this is what I get? My insurance went up $160/year. I pay more for my car than my parents pay for three cars. I pay more than my frail grandmother who has had several accidents in the past year. My brother, who just got his license only pays a couple hundred more than me. I am actually paying more than I did when I was 17. Grr. And why? Its all because I'm a single male. Guess its time to either get a sex change, get married, or get a motorcycle. Or just pay the bill with the money I take off my money tree every morning. Screw this flying stuff. I need to get a job in insurance. That's where the money is.

changed the old names and added some new

Ok, so here is my dilemna...probably a silly one.

I have known a girl for about a year now. I have considered asking her out on many occasions, but there has always been this one thing keeping me from doing so. When I first started talking to her, the topic of alcohol came up. Now, I have no problem with drinking as long as it is in moderation..blah blah blah. That's not to say that I haven't got a little tipsy a time or two, but I didn't say that those were my best moments either. She was of the opposite opinion that drinking just had too many problems and would never allow alcohol in her house. I concede (learned that word in english class) that drinking can easily lead to many problems, but I have no problem with kicking back a cold one every now and then. On the other hand, I made it the first 21 years of my life without getting wasted, I could probably make the rest of my life without drinking and I would be in better health too. There is just that one nagging thing in the back of my mind saying, "If you go down this road, there might not be any roadside bars". In all other aspects this girl is awesome, but this one thing keeps bugging me. I know its silly, but goshdarnit, sometimes a coke won't cut it. But then again I hate the taste of beer, usually. Maybe I've just seen to many beer ads.

-sillybush

Gues who has a boyfriend.

...

No, not me. English girl.


FNPL: 2
Bushtit: 0

Guess who got a girlfriend

...

No, not me. Dwigget.

Wow, I wish today had not happened.

Currently, my parents are in Cali, so I'm having to rough it without my mom the excellent cook she is. Anyway, I got up and had to meet one of my students in town to sign his logbook. Just a few more weeks and he'll be a private pilot, yay. Anyway, after that, the suckage began. My brother was changing out the spark plugs in my mom's car, because we couldn't remember the last time it had been done. Turns out they were done within the last year. Hey, if you had changed spark plugs on all but a few of 8 cars in the last year, you would have trouble remembering which cars you hadn't changed. So, we test drove it to see if it drove any different. Mostly, I just wanted to go for a drive. We get about a mile from my house and the engine sputters to a stop. Oh crap. Couldn't figure out what happened. So we called my grandmother, and she picked us up. After that, we got some tools and went back to the crime scene. At first I thought the timing belt was shot, because the engine had just stopped. But I checked, and no, the cams were still turning. Also, the engine seemed to still have compression. So I tried shooting a little ether down the manifold to see if that would help. Still nothing. I came to the conclusion that 1. the ignition was probably the problem and 2. it was too hot to do any more troubleshooting on the roadside.

Enter the sexy tractor. I don't care what kerri says about my tractor, it earned its diesel fuel pulling that car home today. Unfortunately, it was out of diesel. So, we had to go to the Love's station to get some more diesel. BTW, we put it into a red container...oh no. So we finally managed to get the tractor down by the creek where the car was. But actuallying pulling the car home was another matter. See, about this time, it was 5 o' clock. Everyone started coming in on this one and a half lane road that serves as the main thoroughfare through our part of the country. So everytime we tried to pull out onto the road, another car would come. Finally we got going, and only had to pull over five or six times on the way back. Once we got back, I had a couple of big glasses of milk and then set to work troubleshooting the car. Found out it was the ignition coil. The secondary coil had an abnormally low resistance (probably due to the case being cracked), so we went to the local Advance Auto and bought a new one.

That was the end of my useful day. After that, my sister came over, and we ate pizza and watched Mystic River. Good movie, says a lot about cause and effect kind of stuff. So right now, I have to finish my english homework that i was supposed to do this afternoon, do my cold war homework, and find time for sleep, etc. Yeah, I also missed english class because of the little car incident, so no english class girl to not talk to.

things i learned today:

Cars with 215,000 miles will soon be new again after you replace everything that breaks on them
My tractor may not be sexy, but it sure turns me on
Mr. Donner and Mr. Scroggins sure helped me learn how to troubleshoot
Diesel fuel foams
Missing class is a good excuse for not talking to english class girl

oh yeah, and noah's ark is long, brown, and wooden.

The belief in vampire watermelons is found in the Balkan peninsula of south-eastern Europe, apparently associated with the Roma people of the region.

According to tradition, virtually any kind of melon or pumpkin kept more than ten days or after Christmas will become a vampire, rolling around on the ground and growling to pester the living. People have little fear of the vampire melons because of the creatures' lack of teeth. One of the main indications that a melon is about to undergo a vampiric transformation (or has just completed one) is said to be the appearance of a drop of blood on its skin.

-As taken from wikipedia.com

How to meet LU guys...for LU girls

Go to LU.
Go to SAGA.
Go to class.
Go to a star trek convention
Visit a LAN parties
Play counterstrike
Hang out at best buy

How to meet LU girls...for LU guys

Leave your room
Quit playing counterstrike
Quit going to LAN parties when people are actually doing fun stuff on campus
Hang around Humpy
Take a class in HHH
Quit talking to your TI-92
Take a shower
Realize that NASA does not need you to have a 4.0, perfect vision, and perfect hearing
Realize that NASA will not hire you if you have an olfactory aura

Things I did today:

Put my clean clothes away
Finally got an electronic logbook, so that I can make a backup of all my flight records
Thought about vacuuming my room, but its still so messy that there isn't that much carpet to vacuum
Changed the oil in my car
Went to english class

in english class i talked a bit more....but still ignored that girl...what else is new

Oh, i got an A on my paper...hopefully i'll be able to write an A paper in 5 hours this week.

Girls are:

Fucking crazy
Don't know what they want
Don't know what they need
So full of shit they stink

That's all I have to say today.

Oh yeah, and I got mail today. Very cool. Somebody sent me an awesome postcard encouraging me in my ongoing fight against the FNPL.

I have a theory:

In some third-world country there is a para-military group that wishes to deny me the privilege of female companionship (or whatever pc word you want to use for girlfriend). I'd like to think of a cool acronym and then come up with the meaning for that acronym, but most likely it won't happen. If there is one thing i've learned from my cold war class, its that your organization's acronym doesn't have to be in the same order as your name. For instance, USA could stand for American United States or States of American United. So that gives me some freedom in making up the acronym for this group of bad people. Lets see, it should be about 3-5 letters long. It should have an F (probably for federal or something). N for nationalist would be good. I'm thinking maybe a P for peoples. L for liberation would be good too. Ok, I've got it: FNPL. Its the People's National Liberation Front. In french, which is how they do the acronyms, it would be Front de National de People's de la Liberation or some nonsense like that.

Ok, so the FNPL is operating with funds from drugs sold stateside to fund dirty third-world guerillas in the cause of prevention. Um yeah, that whole paragraph is just to say that I found out one of the girls I was interested in has a boyfriend. There are still more, so no fear. The FNPL has won the battle, but we shall win the war. There is still English class...and girls at tractor expos.

FNPL: 1
Bushtit: 0

ok, I have been informed by a certain loser-chick, that I can not say "she thinks my tractor's sexy" unless there is a 'she' that actually thinks so. I was also informed, by the very same loser-chick, that katy's wanting a tractor does not count, especially since a certain pinguen is all about a certain rabbi. So yeah, if you think my tractor is sexy and you're a female...let blogworld know about it (nick, this doesn't include you)

otherwise, kerri will keep insisting that i am a fake sexy-tractor-poster

Ok, everybody. Its time for a question, courtesy of the fall 2003 instruments class.

What do you get when you mate an elephant and a rhino?

I love all things Irish.

I love Irish girls
I love Irish creme
Well thats about all i can think of that's irish at the moment.
Oh, I'm Irish too...and I love me.
And the Irish countryside ain't too bad, so I've heard.

So if you're an Irish girl, have some Irish creme, or would like to send me to Ireland...you know what to do.

She thinks my tractor's sexy





Yeah, so in the ongoing process of cleaning up what used to be the dog pen, I moved the shed/doghouse pictured above. It weighed so much that the tractor barely picked it up. And even then, it almost tipped the tractor over it was so heavy. Putting a roll of road mesh on the front end seemed to be enough counterweight to keep the front wheels on the ground. That's what I did today, what did YOU do?

The scene:

Small airfield in the lush countryside.
A loudspeaker that clearly was not designed to play music is mounted on one of the taller electrical poles.
Softly playing over the loudspeaker is a fine number from the Glenn Miller Band
In front of the small building used as the operations base stand several aircraft awaiting their next flight.


One could easily believe that they were spending their Saturday with the fine folks of the 8th Air Force on some airfield in early forties England. I caught myself half expecting to hear the Armed Forces Radio announcer come on or hear "scramble scramble scramble" over the tinny loudspeaker. The only thing that was missing from the experience was a couple of Boeing's best parked on the ramp.

I love my job.

After showering this morning/afternoon and then while i was surfing the net tonight, I came to a conclusion:

I have man-boobs.

Yes, its true. After all these years of having firm pectoral muscles, I now have a lot of floppage of the man-breastage.

I guess its mainly when I'm hunched over, and its probably nothing more than an A-cup, but it bothers me.

Maybe I should dust off the weight bench that sits ever-so-close to my computer.

As taken from the book of ratings

Tetris
If we ever meet up with an alien civilization, I'm betting they won't have Tetris, which will work to our advantage:

"We have come to share the secrets of fusion, interstellar tachyon drives, and matter transfer. What do you have to offer us?"

"Um, ultimate Frisbee, microwave popcorn, and, um, Tetris."

"Hmm. Tell us of this 'Tetris.'"

"Here, give it a try."

Six months later everyone on their planet will be staying up till four in the morning mumbling "All I need is a straight one. Just one." and we'll have infested the cosmos like fire ants. B

As requested by the masses (nick katy kerri)



I am surely going to hell now...or at least the closest shower when deena first sees me next fall.

What is currently posted outside my bedroom door