Peeping Tom Pulled From Outhouse Tank

I try not to be one of those bloggers who posts news or funny stories without comment or purpose. I don't want to be one of those witless bloggers who don't put any thought to what they're posting although I have been guilty of that from time to time. I have some interesting things cooking in my melon so just hang in there. In the meantime, read this. It sickens me in the extreme.

Peeping Tom Pulled From Outhouse Tank
Tue Jun 28, 6:38 PM ET

A 45-year-old man was arrested after a teenage girl found him staring at her from below an outhouse seat, police said. Police said they pulled Gary Moody, from Gardiner, Maine, from the waste tank under a log cabin outhouse on Monday.

"We had to decontaminate him," said Capt. Jon Hebert of the Carroll County Sheriff's Department, adding that firefighters hosed the man down before police handcuffed him. "We treated him as if he were hazardous material," Hebert said.

Moody was charged with criminal trespass. Hebert said he could face more charges.

Moody was freed on bail for a July 19 appearance in Northern Carroll County District Court in North Conway.

Darth Kirk

So, now I wear a mask when I sleep. It's really just a contraption that goes over my nose with straps to hold it in place. A mask can be defined as "A covering worn on the face to conceal one's identity". I'm clearly not hiding from somebody and, at the risk of getting too personal, I have never masqueraded in the bedroom. Just to make it simple for everyone we'll call it a mask. As for the machine, it's called a CPAP (pronounced SEE-pap). I prefer to give it some flare by pronouncing it ka-PAP!!

I can't tell you how many times over the last couple months I've heard people say after learning about my situation, "Hey, you'll kinda be like Darth Vader with that [insert lame DV breathing impression here] going on." I've heard that almost as many times as I've heard, "Hey, you kinda look like Tim Kirk with that bald head and gotee." I get it and it's not funny anymore. Lately, I've been responding with...

Yeah, instead of "Luke, I am your father," it's more like, "Hey, Baby, I am your Daddy... your Sugar Daddy." [insert DV breathing sounds]

That kind of creeps them out and they shut up.

In any case, it seems like it's working. I have a lot more energy since I'm actually getting more than 12 minutes of deep sleep each night and I'm a lot less of a turd towards people. More on this later. I have some thoughts floating around about control and perception of reality and other crap.

Regardless of what's happening with the Sleep Apnea and the Epstien-Barr I realize things could be a lot worse for me and there are people out there who are actually suffering daily. Even though I have to sleep with a mask everyday and the implications of the EBV, I know I don't have to worry about having weeks or months to live or whether I'm going to keep my food down today. This is a minor inconvenience compared to what ails other people. I hesitate to even write about this stuff because it really just is a pittance in the grand drama of life. However, it's my world, my face that has to be strapped into it for 6-8 hours a day, and my reality. But, you will probably never hear me mention it again unless something significant happens, which it won't.

I am SO there!

http://www.ahcca.unimelb.edu.au/Superheroes/

Alright, who's going with me? I think I might actually take my son who claims to have six super powers, which include screaming loud and sticking to the floor.