Alex Camacho
Crosby, TX, United States
Born in Houston, Texas and raised all over living the life of an Army Brat. I Went to eight different schools (three elementary, one middle school, four high schools) and have one little brother who’s not so little anymore. I’ve been married for nearly fourteen years now to a woman who rocks my world and I've been blessed with two wonderful children. Our dog, Sally, is a big black lab saved from a local shelter.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Another Birthday

It's official now. I'm a whole year older now. One year at a time thirty creeps ever so closer. Fuuuuuck. The whole idea of getting old just creaps me the fuck out. I still feel like a twenty three old. It was a good birthday though. I went out to half price searching for Lord of Chaos in hardback, found a trade copy of Angela's Ashes (score!), went to a MIB meeting to collect my yearly product pack, and hit Miyako's for lunch. It was quite relaxing and I missed traffic. When I got home I was greeted to Marcel leaping into my arms to wish me happy birthday and Lana preparing for company. We spent the evening with friends over and I shared birthday cake with my brother for the first time in over ten years. I really miss those birthdays so it was a really good thing to put it simply. Without being too mushy, I can't help but be thankful for my friends and family.

My baby got me a video iPod for my birthday so I've been playing with it for the past few days. It's so damn cool! I got all my mp3's on it and I still have lots of room for my favorite pictures and more mp3's. It's a good distraction considering I just lost my computer's hard drive. On poker night, Ricky and Johnny took a look at it and declared it DOA. I think in January I'll get a new hard drive but until then I'm using the MAME computer to upload mp3's to my iPod. Man, I hate computers most days lately. Well, I'm off to download some mp3's. ;)

Monday, December 12, 2005

Oh Christmas Tree...

I've been a little absent from the computer for a while now. I've been slacking on my email as well as posting. It hasn't been any one thing but an accumulation of things I guess. Plus it doesn't help that my computer mysteriously went into a rebooting loop on Saturday. I've been avoiding my computer since then because I don't know if I'll be able to fix it. Arg. Man, I hate computers some days.

We finally got our Christmas tree up. We intended to get it this weekend but with poker on Friday and Allison's party on Saturday, it wasn't until Sunday we could get out to pick one up. We drove out with Micah and Kelly to some place out here in Crosby where you could cut down your own tree but we were after a bigger tree. Micah and Kelly found a nice one that he took down with a hacksaw. We ended up heading out Fuddruckers for dinner and relaxed back at the house making ornaments with the kids. It was a nice way to end the weekend plus we managed to grab a tree at the local floral shop around the corner.

Today we busted out the rest of our decorations, got the lights out, put the ornaments on and I struggled to lift Marcel up to get the star on. I don't pick him up near as much as I used to and I forget how stout he is. The star is inches from the ceiling but I think the tree hunt this year went well.

We ended the evening by breaking out the Operation game we got from the Christmas party. We did a white elephant thing and Lana wanted the Operation game. I never actually played so it was pretty cool. To top it off, it's the talking Homer edition. Turns out, I'm not bad at it. ;)

Well, I'm off to read some before I go to bed. I finally had to finish reading Redemption Ark. Man, I love good sci-fi. I always try to savor the last few chapters but in a moment of weakness I gorged the last few chapters down. What an amazing writer. Right now I'm going back to re-read the Jordan series. This time I've started with New Spring though. I finally got in my replacement books so I can start reading the series again. Last time I read the series, back in 1993, I tore through them so fast one book blended into the next. I remember having to wait for all the books after book five to come out, eagerly waiting to devour the next part of the story. Since I spent most of my day working in my High School library I had plenty of reading time. To make matters worse I was reading a pretty big sci-fi series, Galactic Milieu Trilogy, and having to wait for the next book on that one as well. When I got married and we moved off to Tennessee, I finally got Lana to read The Eye of the World. I should have known better. Lana doesn't read books. She devours them. Paperbacks fall apart while she races to finish them before they fall completely apart. They're left unreadable most of the time, including hardbacks. Turns out her dad is the same way so most of my Jordan books had broken spines, food stains, torn jackets, and wrinkled pages where coffee, coke or tea was spilled. Okay, I'm a bit anal about my books but I enjoy books the way some people enjoy food. I love the smell of freshly printed books, the smell of an old shelved book, the weight of a good novel and the different textures to different type of paper. I'm a firm believer that a well loved book should last a lifetime. Anyway, I replaced my messed up Jordan books and I'm pretty hyped about reading through them again but this time with a little control. No gorging this time.

Well, off to feed the brain. 'Night! :)

Thursday, December 1, 2005

Two Minutes Hate Gwar Style

Whadda night. Chris treated us last night to a Gwar concert. It was my first Gwar concert and I wasn't really expecting the sheer insanity that ensued. It was pretty incredible. The first few bands got the whole thing started and all seemed like a normal concert. The devil horns were pumping and there was much headbanging, body slamming and screaming. Then Gwar took the stage. The crowd surged like a living animal trying to breach the rails. My feet left the ground and my arms were stuck above my head. I had to fight my arms back down to give myself some room to expand my chest to breath. Then the crowd moved again in a massive wave after massive wave. Meanwhile Bush was getting eviscerated on stage and the blood was spouting out everywhere. Chaney came out at some point. I eventually found a good spot and learned that jumping up and down kept my toes cleared and allowed me to stay a head above most since we were squeezed so damn tight. I was burning up and decided to go up, fuck it. I finally got the message through to the guys around me and they all but threw up onto everyone. I had to fight to keep the t-shirt I bought but after that it was awesome. The crowd moved me from my far left front stage position all the way to the right. They carried me for almost two songs before they finally settled me down in the middle stage middle crowd. I wanted to go up again but I was pretty exhausted and the spot I landed in was getting drenched pretty often. I was mesmerized between watching the show and watching the crowd. Sharon Osbourne had her tits cut off while she spouted blood from her nipples. Meanwhile the crowd was lost and alive, locked into what I can only describe as a frenzy. Two Minutes Hate came immediately to mind, everyone lost in each other thrashing, screaming, calling for more blood. The crowd was a single entity and seemed on the verge of violence at any moment. It was a beautifully scary thing that George Orwell would have recognized. It was amazing how easy it was to slip into the crowd and get swallowed up by it. I lost it right along with the rest of them when Michael Jackson had his face ripped off after sword fighting with his obnoxiously large dick. What a blast. Holy shit.

I think I permanently stained my contacts though. When I got home to wash off the crowd sweat, the fake blood, and green spunk, I scrubbed my contacts and got most of it out. I'm hoping if I soak them for the day the rest will come out but I'm doubting it. I'm pretty exhausted but I feel refreshed. My head is still humming away in the background. I'll probably take a few ibuprofen before I head out to play poker tonight. I should eat some breakfast too...

The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretense was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp. --1984, George Orwell