Hi anyone,

I hope everyone who visits my myspace is pleased with all the images of Europe.  I have more or less made myspace the place to go to experience the trip Denise and I took to Europe last month.  I had hundreds of photos I wanted everyone to see, but I had, eventually to return to East Texas.  We will be traveling to El Paso next week to see Tom Waits and to meet up with our great friends David & Alisa.  Although the trip will be nearly 800 miles, we will not be leaving the Great State of Texas.  My goal during this trip will be to capture some images of Texas along the trip, to spend some real time with some good friends, and to see the most elusive man in great music.  My Goal is to help my peers understand who is "Dutch Pink on a Downtown Train", or "Edna Million in a drop-dead suit.  I want to capture as much more of Texas on my digital camera's memory card during this journey and share these new experiences that Denise and I will share together with all of you all over again.  I wish I had the capacity, facilities, money, and experience to create photographs of these images in the classical darkroom format.  Flickr is great, but I'd like to pursue the resources to get into old-school photography.

P.S. No one said it this time, but I was thinking about it for the record.  Film is dead, so we don't film anything anymore, we videotape it, unless you actually have something like an 8mm, know someone who can process the film, and still have access to one of those robust projectors we used to watch car crashes on in 9th grade .  Also a tidbit of historial standard vernacular I've become aware of, "Pictures are hung, Men are Hanged."   Look it up.

Peace out,

-(old man) Bud

I am determined to add more blog info to my space.  However, Lou and my wife, Denise, I fear are the  only ones who visit this prolific portal into my life.  I am on the verge of purging a massive amount of ridiculous material onto the world wide web.  I am already putting some of it on CAOTP.  I will be placing the remainder on my own "space."  It is a great great page, by the way...  I’m glad Lou realizes it, and Lou, if you want to continue to contribute, feel free.  Check out my flikr "bud_rector" for recent pictures.  This was an excerpt of a video I taped when I was a senior in High School

MARSHALL (TX) - 8:58PM (EST) Kindbudbug Blog Editorial

I had waited too long to see No Country for Old Men.  As it turns out, I had an opportunity to catch a double-shot matinee last week. I'm working in heavy drinking analogies, and some handy tips, maybe, wherever possible. 

I was called out on several days notice to once again pay a service visit to Lebanon, TN (15 minutes of fame in Death Proof, by QT..Grindhouse...) to work on the biggest lemon of a water purification system I've ever set up.  Anyway, this time I got it working, easy, and had pretty much two afternoons to kill.  So, on Wednesday I got on the Nashville travel guides at the hotel and found out there was a new cineplex playing both Juno and No Country in succession.  (Spoilers Hand-slap: Don't stop reading this, I'm giving nothing away!) I'm glad I saw each of them, but I wish I'd watched them in different order, as No Country kind of snuffed out that warm fuzzy feeling from Juno.  However, it was certainly the one to see.  I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but it was great.  If I could say anything non-specific about it, I enjoyed it as an entire feature, more than specific sequences.  As you're all aware, I assume, specific exectutions of sequences are what I crave the most about them.  I also found their subtle use of not so unfamiliar dialog and action from their previous movies, although not to the co-dependent extent of, say QT or Wes Anderson. I saw Darjeeling Limited this weekend to, but I can't say much about it.  Anyway, I got a double-long-pour these past two weeks of Old Country, as I've seen it twice. Once more with my wife, and my neighbors I went this weekend), and I just bought the DVD to shuffle through at my leasure.

DSF, you'd dig it the most, if you haven't seen it, since it pretty much in your dusty, and quite huge back yard.

Bud

Is Blog dead?  I think our interest in online stimulation comes and goes.  Although I am hundreds of miles from any of you, sometimes it seems like everyone is right nearby.  Sometimes it seems like everyone is really where they are.  I've panned my crosshairs toward the not so distant future. After several weeks of having come back from a more or less "use it or lose it" vacation to Key West, I want to explore new parts of the globe.  This time in Key West may have been the best time yet, but I'm panning my sites on Europe.  I've got Denise on board with the idea.  If I get my way, I'll be travelling Europe by rail at the turn of the year.  You see, this idea has been far from my mental grasp for some time now, being resigned to that part of my mind where hypothetical $100 million dollar lottery expenditures lie.  However, with my recent employment status, I am on the cusp of 4 weeks of annual vacation!  With this in mind, I am considering a roughly 2 week tour of Europe.  I see Lou has been to Transylvania, although only alluding to it with his description in a picture, I would like to hear more aout what brought Lou to Romania, or wherever he was.  Looking financially, we would enter and leave mainland Europe proper from the Netherlands.  This would be our staging grounds.  I plan to stay there for two or three days, and travel around by Eurail.  We are planning to head south to Paris for maybe two days, and then to Chamonix, for skiing.  I'll probably get demo's as dragging my entry level skis all around Europe would be more cumbersome than it's worth.  I haven't thought much more about the trip, except to return to Amsterdam for another two or three days.   I would like to go as far as Milan, to visit a friend and maybe more skiing anywhere in that region, but it's all pretty speculative at this point.  I've found in the past, much like the lottery, that speculating about the trip is more exciting and idyllic than the actual trip.  We'll see, I guess.

Bud

Denise and I wqent to Key West for the fourth time last week.  This is the first time we got on a boat (five boats, actually, if you count a waverunner as a boat.)  We had fun and I got a sunburn.  One thing I really enjoyed, and I was a little hesitant, at first about it, was snorkeling.  Once I got in the water, however, it was amazing.  I did swallow my fair share of saltwater.  I imagined it would be more exhausting, but the vest given to me had an adjustable inflator.  I had a waterproof disposable camera with me, and I'm kicking myself now that I took so many parasailing pics, considering I paid the guy on the boat $20 bucks to take pics from down there.  I saw a lot more down there than I had exposures to take.  Others on the boat were feeding fried chicken to a barracuda.  It loved it, apparently.  I'm not sure what 7 catamaran visits a week with all you can eat fried chicken is doing for his cardiac health, but I bet a fried chicken fed fish would taste pretty good.

Bud

I just came back from Toronto, Canada.  Yes, I know most of you know that already, but I don't get out of Texas much, unless it's Shreveport.  I don't go there much either.  So there's most of the brand new shite in a buttshell.  I wish I had more to talk about.  My blisters are healing from all the walking I did in Toronto.  I've been busy lately, and I smoked a few cigarettes even though I had quit for over a month now.  I guess I was just on sabbatical.  The only reason I'm pouring drole chatter out about myself has to do with Lou calling me out on the out-of-dateness of my blog.  I doubt he'll even check back, let alone anyone else. 

I saw an email printer for old people today that works automatically.  It uses the old person's (or anyone with an aversion to buttons or a cathode ray tube) telephone up to five times a day to call up family photos, messages from the kids or holiday announcements with a border tool so the MS Outlook letterhead doesn't make it look too technical.  I may get this for my mom and Dad, except it sucks and it cost them (or me,) $100.00 plus ink, plus remote administration time, plus paper, plus showing them how to load paper, and assuming they know where to get typing paper.  My parents still use the empty half-to 3/4 of my college class note books for recipes and phone messages.  ...those that they haven't landfilled already... 

Anyway I'm going to cut this short, since I'm relatively self-absorbed, and I don't even think I could read this tomorrow.

Bud

Hey,

I was waiting to come up with shit to talk about!  I've justed put a clip on my site from a good SXSW interview with the Beastie Boys.  It's cool, and they're officially never playing in Austin.  Damn.  Maybe Shreveport or New Orleans...  

Today, I resigned from my current job with DeWalt Power Tools Accessories, after a year and a day of the biggest challenge of my life.  I regret not getting to meet Matt Kenseth anymore, or to get another garage pass to Texas Motor Speedway.  Also, I never got a chance to kife any good tools.  I have to admit, now that it's self-evident, that I'm on the biggest smoking and drinking rampage to date.  I'm hopeful the transition from this career will be the good shit I need to move forward with the personal goals Denise and I have established.  Thanks to each of you for the thoughtful advise.   Starting November 27th, I will be working with a Dutch company, here in Marshall.  With Norit Americas, I will be a Project Engineer, along side three other engineers in the same role, sharing  the work of a growth enterprise.  (At least that's what they tell me...)

I will be taking my last three vacation days for another half-year to SKI !!!  Three days, one in Breckenridge, and Vail opens on the 17th for two more.  (That is my background photo from the top of the ridge there)  Also, I'm reading Y: The Last Man from Vertigo/DC, my first foray into the comic graphic novel thing, and I'm hooked.  My bowels have never been so well attended. 

I'm getting back into college football again, and Fuck Louisville...   They pulled some kind of dirty shit with those lights the other night.  Denise and I traveled to Missisippi State a few weeks ago to watch the Mountaineers in action. 

I regret, sincerely, that I did not vote yesterday.  I should have. At least sent my ballot, absentee style, to central Texas, where the State of Texas still acknowledges my home address.  I'll make a trip to the DMV sometime...  I am more confident now in the democratic process, although I can't help but wonder what this means with respect to my more complex conspiracy theories concerning the Right.  (just kidding, for the NSA record... Are you guys still reading this shit?  You know my email.  Please reply.)

Those of you who know us well are aware of our kitty, Coral.  Unfortunately, she had suffered kidney failure after 8 years, two weeks ago.  It was the hardest thing Denise and I have had to do since we've been together.  We made the decision together to have her euthanised.  I put it in terms of something I saw in the movie Bladerunner to help me understand...  She had burned so very brightly.  But the candle that burns twice as bright, burns only half as long...  We will miss her.  Please check out my "pics" to see my fav. photo of her, and my "tribute" halloween pumpkin...

Thanks, Bud...

Alright, I'm usually a recluse from cultural phenomena, but I am taking a running jump onto the Snakes on a Plane bandwagon.  It's fun for me to be a fan of a movie I've never seen.  I could editorialize Snakes on a Plane as if I'm Andy Rooney.  I'm pretty sure that steaming sack of goat shit admittedly never indulged in any of the status quo phenomena he pisses and moans about either.  I will expound as much information as I can for a movie I've never seen... I'm not going to go into all the normal shit, like the obvious sequel / prequel / porno parodies, but rather think of Snakes on a Plane as something I can sink my teeth into for drole conversation to the college intern at work and the enjoyment of never ending minutes of entertaining myself aloud at home blurting out Samuel Jackson quotes to the cat.
  
So here's a movie coming out this week, and part of my anticipation is convincing Denise.  She has more discriminating taste (at this point) in cinema than to go with me.  She excused herself from viewing the matinee of the premiere of A Scanner Darkly at Embarcadero Square while we were in San Francisco.  I enjoyed running 12 blocks down Nob Hill to catch that one, by the way.  It was trippy and some great shit considering it was based on a book written in the Nixon era. I'm drifting west again. It will take me a while to stop refering to my only recent escape from the doldrums of the Lone Star state...
 
I want to get back to SoaP.  David may take pleasure in the fact that this movie is directed by Stunt Coordinator David Richard Ellis.  I have had a few questions and doubts about this turn of events.  I know he had been selected as the "fill-in" after the producers fired Ronny Yu, a director from Hong Kong who did Freddy vs. Jason and several badass movies in China I've never seen.  So is this the big chance for Ellis?  He was the stunt coordinatior on Hal Needham's feature about the greatest stuntman alive, Sonny Hooper, in addition to coordinating stunts on any other movie Burt Reynolds may have suffered any potential risk. (His credentials also include "V, and V The Final Battle,  and countless others you can go to imdb.com to dispute the accuracy of my cinematic knowledge.)  But how can Snakes on a Plane measure up?  Could the challenge be the confinement of the set?  Could it be the more crowd friendly version of Jihad on two Planes currently at theatres near you by Oliver Stone?   The whole feature was made for $35 million.  How much could they possibly spend? The challenge, how can I make this exciting?  We have no vast space ships with human food repositories, we have no open roads from Texarkana to Atlanta, no body snatching, no Jan Micheal Vincent...  We have snakes on a plane, a big plane, and Samuel Jackson.  It's something for me to talk about.  I read on the net, among other fluff, they had to throw in a mile-high-club scene to make anyone come to see it. I hope a snake crawls out of the shitter up some nympho's asshole.

By the way, the movie theatre in Marshall, where I live only charges $4.50 on Staurday nights, and they have clean decent sized (6 or 7) theatres with $1.50 popcorn.  Somebody punch me in the gut for not seeing more movies.

Bud

Here is my first blog on myspace.  My goal is correspondence, and to share pictures easily.  Today is starting out to be a typical Saturday.  I've already been to work for 2 hours.  We were waiting for some lacky from Red Cross to show up to show us how to save peoples lives and shit like that.  I'm glad she didn't show up though.  I want the training, sure, but when I talked to one of the guys I work with he said the training would last all day 'til five. I then made an appeal to a higher power for this person to have better things to do today.  Then I came home.  Denise is using her new eliptical workout exercise machine that looks like a 6'x7' alien egg-sack laden "prang" mantis in my once empty room. I believe H.R. Geiger was the industrial designer for this rig.  I had envisioned this room as my personal billiard hall.  Now where am I going to put the fucking pool table?  Moreover, should I get a smaller Geigeresque table with rippling entomological curves, with nano-bots that rack the balls for me. At any rate, I must say Denise is getting very good use out of the alien. To be honest, I've always thought home exercise bikes (or aliens) were a gimmick, but someone actually put some design work into this. So, against my wishes, she invested what would be a decent downpayment on a new car into it.  I admit I've hopped on it a couple of times, and it is pretty tough. It's unlike a treadmill or an exercise cycle.  I move exactly like I would if I were walking.  And no, it's not like that jack-off machine Tony Little sells either.  Had I stuck it out more than a semester in grad school, I probably would understand how exactly it works.  Alternatively, I've lost more weight lately just smoking more cigartettes.  I guess once I've invested almost as much in cigarettes as Denise has on this bike we can go back and figure out who got more return on his or her investment. This is assuming  that an iron lung isn't taking up the space where my pool table is supposed to go.

 Bud