Is there room in the Para/Crypto/Fortean world for a gun-toting, paranoid, bipolar, opinionated bastard? A lonely romantic in search of his lost soul? A knight, Samurai, gunslinger, born in the wrong century? A self-destructive, doom-driven survivor seeking redemption? A heavy drinking gonzo outlaw cryptozoologist whose ego is exceeded only by his libido?
No, there isn't. That's why I'm here...

17 September 2010

The Curse of the Hawk?

Okay, I'm not a tree-hugger or anything, but I do have a soft spot for certain majestic creatures. There's a hawk around my neighborhood. I've seen him (I guess it's a him, don't really know) hanging around the garden, perched on power lines, swooping down from the sky, even standing by the side of the road. Lately he's been hanging around a gravel quarry that I pass going and coming from work, and I make it a point to watch for him as I pass by.
Yesterday, I was driving home fresh from the car wash, listening to the Eagles (ironic, huh?) and as I approached the quarry I began watching for the hawk. Sure enough, there he was, standing by the side of the road. And then, as they say, "all of a sudden", the hawk took to the air, swooped over the hod of the Big Weird Jeep and collided with my A-pillar with a pronounced "THUD!" (which really IS the way it's pronounced, btw!).
In times of stress, humans experience the phenomenon known as "time compression". Time seems to slow down. Thoughts race through your head as fast as those adrenaline-boosted neurons in your brain can fire. In the span of a few seconds, the following thoughts occurred to me:
"Whoa, there he is! Look at that!"
"Aw, crap!"
"Glad he didn't hit my windshield!"
"Oh no, I've killed our hawk!"
"I'll bet killing a hawk just has to mean bad luck in some cultures, great, that's all I freakin' need!"
"Maybe he's okay, I hope so!"
"Dang, that Don Henley can drum! The last two minutes of Hotel California is possibly THE best piece of rock music ever performed."
"I just know killing that hawk, even accidently, is sure to offend some deity somewhere! I'm cursed now..."
"Hee-hee! Curse of the Hawk! I'll bet he DID curse when he hit the car!"
"Those things can spot a field mouse a mile away, but he didn't see this big-ass SUV coming? Whattup with that?"
"If I start sprouting featers at the next full moon, I'll know why"

But, the hawk appeared to be okay. He sort of carommed off my vehicle, swooped around and landed back on the ground on his own two feet, well, talons...
I passed the spot again a couple of times later last night, and no sign of a dead or injured raptor. I was going slow at the time I hit him since I was approaching a stop sign anyway, so I'm pretty sure he's okay.
But maybe he'll find somewhere else to hang out.

04 September 2010

Ghost Walk Pic

Earlier tonight I went on a ghost walk tour in a nearby city. We walked through some old areas and listened as the guide told us of the haunted histories of some of the houses, as well as experiences from mediums and researched historical records. It was great fun and I plan on taking some more.
We were standing in fron of one particular house that was referred to as the "Frat House". It was used to house soldies during the Civil War. The guide said that a lot of folks on the tours managed to capture some orb activity, and someone occasinally caught a glimpse of someone peering out of one the upstairs windows. So, on a lark< idecided to take a few pics. Some of the other members of the tour were getting all excited over catching a few orbs, but face it, we all know that orbs aren't really much to get excited about, right? I was reviewing the pics I had taken when I caught this:

Look at the second window from the right on the second floor. It appears someone was looking back at us. There was nothing visible at the time, the image was only visible in the photo.Pretty creepy, huh?
Here's a close up of the window & the image: