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Beach journal part 1- rant

Alrtie these are just how I wrote them. Some may not make too much sense but I tried to sit and write in special strange moments.

“jan 15-10

14:15 local waffleshire time

After 2 hours and some poor supermarket choices, i finally made it to the bus to the beach. I’m writing this on a notebook i bought at the supermarket. They didn’t have the small pads i was looking for, so i had to get one of these things. I’m sitting in the back seat of a very crowded bus. They are playing really loud salsa. I can feel the bass in my pancreas. How annoying. I hope it does not stir a bowel movement, because were packed tight in here. Now to the shopping. i think i really over did it. The dude sitting right next to me is wondering why in the name of god am i writing in a notebook. My handwriting is, to be fair, spastic. Th bus is moving, will continue later”

“Jan 15

17:15 waffleshire time

Captains log, star date 123.45678. Im sitting on the sand in front of my tent. After getting of the bus i proceeded to head into town to buy additional supplies, mainly toilet paper and a metal brillo pad, sun glasses and a 9v battery. I saw something on YouTube about starting a fire like that. There are some really cool waves crashing. The sun is perfect and I managed to score a camping area for 5 bucks. I have to be out of here by morning. It’s difficult to write because im just in awe of nature. I didn’t bring an mp3, mainly because I don’t have one and because i read somewhere that people who bring their own music can’t deal with their thoughts. I’m really happy and at peace. I figure I spent way too much money on food. On the bus here we stopped at a place were i got 4 churros that I just ate. I’ve already set the chessboard and im looking forward to chilling out and taking come pics. I have to confess that I don’t think this is roughing it out too much, because im under a bohio. There are lots of bugs but they seem to be more interested on the pen then in biting me. As i write this i realize how big my belly is. I have to do something about that.”

“Date: that night
Time: pretty late
Condition: inebriated

Middle of the night. Star date … ?

I met a random stranger and shared many hotdogs. Fire success”


journal entry 17.01.10 – mini rant

Just walked in. What an amazing weekend. I managed to write a lot and take some really interesting photos. Plus i got to play some chess. I’ll be posting a chronological journal and photos all thru this week no more than 500 words per post to keep it interesting. Here is one teaser photo.


Journal Entry 15.01.10 – rant

Im going to try to go to the beach on this trip with only 10$. I leave tomorrow at noon and im thinking of returning on saturday. Im starting to question my motivations for this trip. I have the option of tapping into my savings and having a little bit more comfort (food) on the trip, but i would be right back where i started. No savings. I guess i can take the extra money and just save a little less. I really feel like i need to get away from the city and clear my thoughts. I sure wish i had a tape recorder. I guess i can buy a little note pad and take thoughts down for later publication. One can really go on a recorder and talk a lot of nonsense. Actually making the effort to write things down may prove a better way to document. Like a reporter i suppose. Ok its settled then, ill take 40$ in total. That way I can stay until sunday. Monday is MLK day in the US so im off work and i can work on processing all the photos and notes. I’ve been told that the place were im to camp is frequented by many people on camping adventures so i guess it wont be that pure. I have to work my way into my old self.

I can’t seem to stop taking photos. This one is a yellow flower that comes every morning out only for 4 hours a day and then dies. They call it the good morning flower and i managed to take a nice pic. The original is really huge and yellow. I did some really crazy photoshp effects to make it look radioactive. Im taking the chess set, like 3 changes of clothes, all crack headish and comfortable, flashlight, a very large sun hat, and i guess ill be needing to buy some large sunglasses. Because im on my own im thinking of keeping the drinking to a minimum. Im charging my cell and ive put all my online chess games on pause. I have some really good ideas for unspoilable foods i can buy at the shops before i go. Some jams and spread cheese that come in little toothpaste like tubes. Pretty light and long-lasting and quite NASA ish. I’m also getting a LARGE gallon of water. In total im not carrying too many things so ill be ok. Wish me luck.


World’s Greatest Dad – Review

As soon as i began watching this movie I felt the need to fast forward. I didn’t. I held through the acts of complete douchebaggery from an ungratefull little bastard son to his poor father at the beginning of the film and i though… ok 2 hours of this? i wont make it. Thats about the only spoiler ill give you. Because my friend unless you’ve read someones plot summary, you’re in for a treat. This is a wonderful film. I find Robin Williams really annoying. His comedy can be very annoying i mean. But when he gets serious and acts, he is second to none. For the first 20 minutes i swore this was going to be one of those films. You know, those Robin Williams films. It had all the ingredients of the type of film I don’t like. Then the plot got thick. Really thick. Then it twisted some more and made me an accomplice to the Robin Williams character all the way till the end.

The theme of posthumous fame is such an amazing one. Theres something about death that makes whatever we do seem to become more alive and relevant. Wether you’re a self mutilating Dutch painter, an Argentinian rebel aiding the cuban revolution or a young jewish man putting your foot down against an evil empire and the arrogance of an overly dogmatic androcentric religion, if you die you’re set. I guess its got to do with the fact that death puts you straight into permanent freeze. You never age. It is the only thing in the human condition that is eternal. When you’re dead it’s until the end of the universe. Thats pretty impressive. Kind of lame that the only thing we do forever is not be here in the same physical realm.  Not everyone gets posthumous fame. You must have done something pretty special for a religion to be formed in your name and for you to be named a deity a few hundred years after. On the other hand if you’re an ex playmate and you marry a billionaire and your breasts are the size of basketballs and you have a reality show that shows what a pilled up psycobitch you are, youre set for at least a year. Merchandising maybe more.

The thing that impressed me the most about this film were the final credits. And a cameo appearance. But lets stick to the credits. The director of this film is the most unlikely director you can think of. Then again when you see his name and think back at some particular tabu themes addressed in the film and the wonderful acting, and the pace of the film and how amazingly excellent Robin Williams is and how stupid people are when moved by some poor bastards death you find yourself amazed. This was truly a wonderful film that i was in no way expecting to enjoy. Mainly because of Robin Williams and the misleading title. I swore there were going to be 3008958 slapstick moments of stupidity and some dog destroying a house and some lesson and all that copy paste crap. But no, this is a wonderful experience. Difficult and uncomfortable topics of human behaviour are adressed, brutally. So it’s not for the kids at home. But by the end of it you feel like jumping out of a pool but naked.

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