Thursday, November 25, 2010

A Random Hodge-Podge


This a a better picture of the damage dealt to my windshield.



This is rather odd, I've never seen one of these before... it's usually a sign that just says, "NO DOGS ALLOWED"

By the way.. this was on the window of the post office in Oskaloosa, IA.



This is a picture of my uncle Sonny's make-shift steering wheel in his S-10.

This particular model also has no speedometer, so you never know exactly how fast you're going, you just hope you're a good guesser. lol



This last picture is of the Scooby-Doo bobble head my sister gave me when I was maybe about 8 or so to put in my first car. And here he is, in my first car! He was the first thing I put in it.

Also, in this picture you get a glimpse of the awesome 80's-tastic interior of my car. Pretty wicked, huh?

Laurel

Monday, November 22, 2010

Deer Bambi, I Hate you...




Here they are. The damage pictures of my head on collision with a deer. A very big deer, to be specific. This happened about a week ago, but I was just too lazy and tired to put up a blog post about it... so here we are.

I was driving to where my dad was staying (Donald's for family member readers) in IA, because to be frank, I hardly ever see him. While I was driving down the interstate at the speed limit of 65, I was abruptly stopped by a very large buck with a very large set of antlers.














This is how it happened.

Second 1: Driving down the night covered road, singing along (in a mocking tone) to Dionne Warwick's Do You Know The Way to San Jose, which plagues me continually by playing every time I turn the radio on to an oldies station.
(at this time I would suggest you find that song on YouTube or some other internet site, and play it while you read this.)

Second 2: As I'm watching the road and road signs for where I am (I'm a bit lost by the way) the corner of my eye sees a big brown blur dart out of the blackness that surrounds my car.

Second 3:

I watch the blur become a deer.

I lightly press down on the brakes, remembering that I'm going 65 and that slamming on my already bad brakes could have terrible consequences.

The deer hits the side of my car.

I hear someone, I realize it was me, yell, "FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!"

It somehow bounces in front of the car and the left front of my car hits the deer.

His head jerks toward my car.

His antlers lunge toward the windshield.

My eye focuses on the tip of the antler realizing that it is headed right toward my left eye.

Thoughts of blindness, brain damage, and death flash through my mind as I realize the point it going to come through the windshield and into my eye.

The antler hits the windshield.

Second 4:

It doesn't come through.

But I hear a large crack as a second antler point hits the bottom of the windshield and a small spiderweb of lines flow across the bottom of the glass.

The deer somehow runs away and is gone.

I pull my car to the shoulder as I smell a nasty odor.

I notice some smoke coming out my car's hood.

The sound Dionne Warwick's slowly fades away as the song ends.

[If you want to check under the hood, please turn to page 148.]


I pop the hood and walk around to the front shouting a sting of obscenities as I go, and lift up the hood, hoping it's not something bad.

It turns out a vacuum hose was knocked loose. I fix it, and get back into my car.


This event was the worst of that night by far, but there was many more bad things to come.

I will update this post in a day or two, and explain the rest of the night, or just make a new post.


Laurel

Tidbits of Iowa Culture

First we see some roadside hunters.



Don't bother to get out of your car, or even hunt on your own property... if you see a deer from your car, roll down your window and fire away! With this type of hunting, the hunting season rules can and will be ignored.



On we progress to the ever-popular mullet....



He has you fooled folks, he had tucked the other 2 feet of the mullet tail into his jacket moments before this picture was taken.

This particular specimen was found in Centerville, IA, home of the always exciting, Pancake Day Parade.








Last for today, the best place (or Iowans seem to think) to tie your dog is to an ICE machine.. most of the time, when I see an ICE machine, I see a dog tied to it..





Stay tuned for my next exclusive, "Redneck Landmarks of Southern Iowa."


Laurel

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Running and Stuff

Well, since I have no friends in this god awful state that was once (and I'm truly puzzled by this) mistaken for heaven, and there are NO jobs, my life has been a fuzzy haze of days and nights of waking up, doing whatever my mother wants me to do (mainly odd fix-it jobs) getting online, wishing I had something to blog about, running a bit, and then trying to sleep and having not a shred of luck doing so, managing to grab a few hours in before I am again woken up by mother's voice....

I hate this. I have TRIED AND TRIED to get a job, it's not working, I'm trying to figure out get rid of all this crap of my mom's but I'm not having any luck with it either. The only thing that I'm doing that is semi-constant, is running... my brother recently "hired" a coach to help him run, but I honestly think that if I hired a coach it'd have to bee this guy:

That is.. if you saw that movie...

So yeah, nothing is going on, someone asked me, "What do you do for fun?"
My reply? "Nothing..."
It's sad because it's the truth...
I have no friends within 600 miles... what do you expect my answer to be?

I just want to go to my college... but I can't until I have some money, just to send in for the application fee..

It would be nice if I could just get on here and whine about my problems all day, but I know that not only does nobody care, but I can't even say anything without offending or upsetting someone... then again, who even reads this piece of shit blog anyway?

Laurel

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Disturbing Iowa


What is that? What is that on the antennae of that crappy car?



It looks like a squirrel tail.....














IT IS....

I saw this in a Wal-mart parking lot in Osceola, IA.

Laurel

Old Essay: Judas Preist

This was an essay I wrote about the Judas Priest Trials. I haven't included all the witnesses, and such, but I only had a limited amount of time to do this. Plus most of the witnesses and other people not as relevant important to the case are indeed, minor.

Also, since for some strange reason, I can't use tabs on blogger, and yet again, showing longer direct quotes is much more difficult than using Microsoft Word.

On that note, I give you most of my reasoning, plus a brief description of the shootings and pre-trail.

Vance vs. Judas Priest: The Preposterous Court Charade


Heavy metal: the devil’s music. Its insane guitar solos, thrashing bass, charismatic drum cadences, and gripping vocal singers have been the choice music of many rebellious youngsters; ripping its way through into the 70s and kicking today’s door down. Of course the common stereotype of the unruly teenager who listens to such ungodly music has always been encouraged by the older generations of easy listeners. These older generations –including the parents of these teens- have dubbed this sinful music the cause of their troublesome children. Does this particular type of music create violent tendencies in its listeners? Do its lyrics encourage suicide and rebellious actions? My answer: absolutely not. Rock or metal music does not brainwash or urge its listeners - either by the lyrics or any other feature of the song - to do things that a sensible person would not normally do. If someone makes a rash decision, metal listener or not, their actions were caused by their problems in their life at the time of the decision and their struggles with life in that past, not by what genre of music they were listening to at the time.


“Victims of Change”

On December 23, 1985, two young men, James Vance and Raymond Belknap were listening to a few albums on the turntable, drinking, and smoking marijuana. Belknap decided to give out his Christmas present early, so that night, he presented Vance with his present. It was their favorite band’s new record, Stained Class. They listened to the record several times until they decided to make a pact. This suicide pact would influence their, and many other people’s lives after that night.

After trashing Vance’s room, they heard his parents’ voices, grabbed Vance’s shotgun, climbed out the window, and walked until they found themselves in a deserted playground. They spent a while in the park discussing how they had ruined their lives and Belknap, gun “pressed against his throat,” uttered the words, “I sure fucked up my life,” and pulled the trigger (Dream Deceivers). Vance picked up his gun, slick with the blood of his best friend, put it under his throat and fired.

The shooting killed Belknap, but Vance remained, although severely disfigured. He lived with his parents for three years and then admitted himself to the New Frontier Treatment Center, where he died a few months later of a methadone overdose on November, 29,1988. Glenn Tipton, the lead guitarist of Judas Priest, had his own theory of what happened the twenty-ninth, which coincides with my own.
(This is a direct quote)

Jay Vance was to be the star witness, as the court case got closer, it must have dawned on him that he would be on the stand, looking like he did, facing a band he’d always thought was great, and then finally, when the judge said there would be cameras in court, just prior to the case, he died of an overdose. You have to ask yourself who was really responsible for that lad’s death? (Judas Priest Suicide Trial Article, 3)
The facts are still fuzzy as to if his death was self inflicted or simply a mistake of the doctors and members of the staff at the center.


“Screaming for Vengeance”

Judas Priest, about to go on stage in Nevada, “were handed a writ [subpoena] claiming that [their] album Stained Class had been responsible for a double suicide, and [they] were being sued for $6.2 million.” (Judas Priest Suicide Trial Article, 2) They were thought to have put subliminal messages in their music to induce suicidal thoughts in the minds of their fans. The alleged phrase, “Do it,” was believed by the plaintiffs to be the cause of their sons’ deaths. “In the pre-trial motion, Justice Jerry Carr Whitehead ruled that subliminal speech does not deserve protection [by the constitution] because is does not perform any of the functions that free speech accomplishes” (Moore, 2). That said, the case went to trial, and both the plaintiffs and the defense called expert after expert to the stand.

The plaintiffs called several well-known experts to the stand to discuss the effects and dangers of subliminal messaging. One of the experts was Dr. Wilson Key, the man who “possibly undermined his own creditability with the court by opening that subliminal messages can be found on Ritz crackers..” (Moore, 3). Another was Howard Shervrin, a highly respectable researcher on subliminal messaging. He pointed out that the messages were so dangerous simply because the spectators were unaware of their presence.

The defendants called three different experts, one of which was Timothy Moore. “It was [his] opinion that there was no scientific support for the proposition that subliminal directives could induce behavior of any kind, let alone suicide” (Moore, 3) Another was Don Read, whose information concerning reversed speech was very useful to the defendants.


“Breakin’ the Law”

The fact of the whole matter is this: both men had a record for petty crime, unemployment, failure in school, and serious drug abuse. Vance fought in school, and at some point, he broke another student’s jaw. Belknap had the police come to his house when he was shooting a dart gun at the neighbors’ cat; they took the gun and he was charged a minimal penalty for animal torture. Before they dropped out of school, they both began using heavy illegal drugs. When Vance was at the New Frontier Treatment Center, he admitted to using countless different heavy drugs. (Moore, 3)

Phyllis Vance admitted in court that husband had been a serious drinker and was a heavy gambler who lost his entire paycheck on occasion. Of course she had said that these problems were only during the early years of their marriage, and that he had gone to AA for help. In the documentary Dream Deceivers, we see several of the couple’s discussions, which have aggressive defense from both sides and seem to have a deeper problem rooted to discussion turned serious argument.

Since both young men had numerous personal problems, as well as problems with their families, it’s no surprise that they may have grown tired of life and wanted to end it. After all they, both men had many of the red flag warning signs of possible suicide attempts. Anita Boberson (Ray’s mother) insists that there were none of the signs that were supposed to be there” (Dream Deceivers). That statement can’t be true because Belknap had attempted suicide once before, and tried to talk about it with his parents. What about the fact that Ray had been giving out his Christmas presents out early? Psychologists generally acknowledge this to be an extreme warning sign of suicide.

Although these facts are extremely important to this case, the judge said in his final ruling that “the deceased and their parents are not on trial. The court is not to judge the lives of the decedents or evaluate their families.” (Moore, 2) The defense couldn’t use this information to influence the jury, even though if they had, the case would have ended sooner and would have ended much more reasonably.



“Dream Deceivers”

It was one unlikely testimony by Vance’s school counselor, Mrs. Rusk that helped to point out the most obvious flaw of the trial. She said that Vance had told her, “We got a message. It told us to just do it. It [the album] was giving us the message to just do it..” (Moore, 7) Shevrin, the plaintiff’s main expert believed subliminal messages were dangerous because people where not consciously aware of them. If Vance and Belkap had heard the message “Do it” on the Stained Class album, then it was obviously not subliminal, and according to Judge Whitehead, was protected by the Constitution.

I also realized an extremely important detail during my research, and it was that the album Stained Class was recorded twelve years before the trail. If there were subliminal messages in the record, shouldn’t there have been a large amount of Judas Priest fans committing suicide in those past twelve years? This particular fact was not even mentioned in the trail, even though that single concept would have ended that six week circus of a trial.

So what was the result ruling you ask? “Judas Priest was not held responsible for the deaths of Raymond Belknap and James Vance, but the prosecution was awarded the prosecution $40,000.” (Judas Priest Suicide Trial Article, 8) Judge Whitehead believed that even though there were subliminal messages, they were not placed there intentionally. This is an extremely good example of how the justice system does things cover up the fact that they wasted a lot of taxpayers’ dollars in holding an incongruous trial for preposterous reasons.

Judas Priest obviously did not put subliminal messages in their music. They did not commit any crime. The trial was nothing more than a round-about charade, where the objective was to basically legally shift the blame of the young men’s suicides from the dysfunctional and irresponsible parents to the music they men were listening to. Blaming artistic influences on the spectator’s actions is not acceptable. If you think that you can justify this trial’s ridiculous outcome, “You’ve Got Another Thing Coming.”


Sources

Dream Deceivers: The Story Behind James Vance vs. Judas Priest. Dir. David Van Taylor. KCET, SCETV, WGBH, WNET. 1992.

"Judas Priest Suicide Trial Article." Mahou Weblog 6 Dec 2006 31 Mar 2009 .

“Is Music to Blame for Society’s Ill?” Music Week (July 14, 2007): 15. Student Resource Center-Gold. Gale. Grand Forks Public Schools Central H.S. 23, March 2009. .

Moore, Timothy. "Scientific Consensus and Expert Testimony: Lessons from the Judas Priest Trial." Skeptical Inquirer 20. November/December 1996. 27 Mar 2009. .


Not the best essay I've ever written, but I liked it anyway...:)