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Saturday, May 31, 2003

The Hunt

A hunting post…on this site? Go figure. New York lowers the bow hunting age from 14 to 12. Great move. As a hunter, I know it is important to take a kid into the woods. Young people spend too much time in front of the TV or playing video games. Getting a kid to learn about nature and wildlife is vital to the environment and to the development of the child. I have many fond memories of hiking and camping with my family and enjoy the outdoors now. I try to instill the lessons of nature and survival in my kids. If not anything else…Take a kid fishing!


posted by Dax Montana 6:31:21 AM

‘Til Death Do We Part

Reading this story reminds me of the regular screwing of men in divorce settlements. Acidman comes to mind for one. He makes no bones about how he got raked over the coals during his divorce. But not even the Crass One got screwed over after death.

“The Appeals Court said death is no excuse for Dr. Henry H. Cohan, formerly of Newton, to stop sending $475 a month to his wife, Barbara Cohan of Philadelphia, because the couple entered into a specific agreement in 1983.”

The good doctor should have had an attorney instead of a mortician. Just damn!


posted by Dax Montana 6:01:28 AM

Work!

Work sucks tonight! I have about another hour to go. Thank God the Karaoke is over. Drunks can't sing for shit! After two days off, I just can't seem to get into the groove. Maybe Saturday night will be better. Oh well, its time to throw the drunks out!

posted by Dax Montana 12:26:36 AM

Reciprocity

I went over to Jay Solo’s Verbosity. On the left, sandwiched between Dawn Olsen and Dean’s World is Dax Montana. On the other hand, I went to Right We Are. Nothing! So this is why I’m linking Here, Here, and Here. The Rat Race is winding down and this blogger knows which side of the bread is buttered.


posted by Dax Montana 2:45:48 AM

Victory is sweet!

On Sunday, I watched Gil de Ferran win the Indy 500. As he slowly and painfully climbed from his machine, I watched his tears stream down his face. Tears of joy, of pain, of accomplishment, and relief, what it must feel like to be champion? What does it feel like to reach the pinnacle of success? Spending years at your profession, training everyday, never giving up, suffering defeat, and the doldrums of everyday hard work with the goal buried in the back of your mind.

I used to wonder what it would feel like to be the champion, to be the best. It’s one thing to win a team event and quite another to achieve success individually, striving for greatness, only to fail and having no one to blame but yourself. We all know how it feels to lose; it’s the winning I’m interested in.

What about losing time and time again never giving up, is victory any sweeter should it pass your way? What if victory had eluded your grasp up until the very last moment of your career knowing it would be the last competition, is it any better? How does it feel to have your friends, family, peers and fans feel your defeat only to reward them with victory, knowing they were there with you as you struggle to achieve your goal? What it must feel like to be forever remembered as champion.

I can answer these questions. I set a goal and strived to achieve it. Victory eluded my grasp not once but four times. I kept moving forward, working everyday and waiting for the next opportunity to compete. Finally, at the last possible moment, the very last possible contest of my career, I reached that pinnacle of success. I felt the accolades of family, friends, peers, and even other competitors. Victory is sweet!

Contests, races, goals, and competitions no matter how large or small, are all measures of character. They are all important to someone. Although my victory was small in the grand scheme of things, it was the struggle, the overcoming of adversity, the accomplishment of a goal that was important.

Whether I’m watching a golf tournament, tennis match, an Olympic event, or the Indy 500, I can relate to the display of emotion. I don’t have to wonder how it might feel. I don’t have to think how nice it would be to be them. I know because I am a Champion.


posted by Dax Montana 8:07:49 AM

Mr. Popularity

The Blogosphere is ripe with competitions. At present, you may become a contestant on Blog Survivor over at Gut Rumbles. You are the weakest link…. goodbye! Maybe you enjoy the cutthroat link counting at Jay Solo’s Verbosity and the girls at Right We Are. There are still a few days left to link. Then there’s this contest over at Right Wing News.

The Blogosphere is a huge popularity contest in and of itself. Your popularity can be measured here, here, and even here and here. When I look at all these benchmarks of popularity and seemingly come up short. I remember to use this criterion, and I come up on top everytime!


posted by Dax Montana 8:03:16 AM

He’s Da Man!

Thanks to Marc over at Quit That, I’ll never be secure in my manhood again. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 6:54:28 AM

Hey Babe, Gotta Light?

Was how I used to meet women. Why would I use such a cheesy line to pick up women you ask yourself? Because, every man knows or should know that girls who smoke are “easy.” My only regret is that I didn’t know this “fact” much earlier in life. Just Damn!

Oh, I can hear the backlash now. The sound of rebuttal is deafening. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not really passing judgment on women smokers, just making a casual observation based on behavior. Smoking is viewed as a rebellious act for a young person. Sex can be viewed as a rebellious act too. Risky rebellious behaviors seem to compliment each other. The perception is, “If she’ll put smoke in her lungs, what else will she do?” After all, Perception is Reality. You can try and deny this perception, but think back on all the women you know who smoke. What is your perception? Think back on all the “easy” women you know. Did they smoke? What about those “good” girls? Did they smoke?

A new smoker is so pathetically funny. The way they uncomfortably hold a cigarette, or the choking swallow inhales. Priceless! The restaurant industry is inundated with smokers. The stress level is so incredibly high. Nothing beats a good cigarette after the dinner rush. During the “smoke break” last night, my fifteen year old hostess joined in. Only weeks ago, she shunned the smoking behavior. Saddened and disappointed, I launched into a long dissertation on the social stigma attached to smoking. I left the health concerns to someone else. Oh, the rebelliousness of youth.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have another young host. He just turned sixteen. A good athlete and student, he is one of my best employees. Somehow it just seemed natural for these two hosts to be brought together. It all started out innocently enough, maybe a movie or slice of pizza after a shift, holding hands and all that stuff Ahhh! Young love. Ain’t it grand! Only now, he has a better shot of getting “lucky.”


posted by Dax Montana 5:21:36 AM

6th Period

That's what we call the last few hours of work before a day off. I've only got about 2 hours left of this shift. Blogging from work is a true nightmare. The 26k dial up isn't as bad as the AOL. It has got to be the worst. Anyway, after working the holiday weekend, I have the next 63 hours off. I'll sleep most of the first day. The second day will be a family day. The first few hours of the third day will be shitty because I'll have to work. Isn't that the way it always is? Maybe one day I can be my own boss. Then I'll never have a day off. Just Damn!

posted by Dax Montana 11:27:51 PM

Thoughts on Evil

I used to consider myself evil. Now I’ve come to the conclusion that I am just wicked. I began thinks about this subject because of an email I received from Venomous Kate. As it would seem, a little campaign has erupted over the “vile” and “bilious” posts of one Acidman. The campaign “Warm and Fuzzies to Georgia” is truly a wicked plan. I normally would not participate in Spam however I am wicked.


posted by Dax Montana 2:28:02 AM

Gentlemen, Start Your Engines!

It’s Race day! THE biggest race of the year starts in just a few short hours. The Indianapolis 500. It will be followed up by the lessor Coca-Cola 600. 1100 miles of racing action. Only one man will attempt to drive all 1100 miles. Robby Gordon makes his fourth attempt today. A few years ago Tony Stewart finished in the top 10 in both races…Incredible! I think I’ll splash on a little gas before I go to work.


posted by Dax Montana 7:47:37 AM

Blogrolled!

This guy just added me to his Blogroll. Wow! I’m movin’ on up! See, Bill Dennis is like this real reporter journalist and he writes well too! (Mutually exclusive events) Although I don’t think his adding The Dax Files is any indication or endorsement of my writing prowess. I think he just liked the fact that I called the oppressive Federal Government…well… oppressive. Similar minds and all that. If you haven’t check out his site The Peoria Pundit, go there and check it out. Oh yea, if you haven’t Blogrolled me, then this would be a perfect opportunity.


posted by Dax Montana 6:49:40 AM

Mooned!

Oh! The horror! I have no more cigarettes. I guess I just brainfarted that little factoid out of my head. Just Damn! Well it seems that the ole Dax man is going to the store. I was just getting comfortable too. Running out of smokes is such a bad feeling. Sure my body craves the nicotine, but it’s the psychological addiction that gets me. Anyway, I’m riding back from the store and in the shadows along the side of the road are two teenage boys. One of the punk assed kids drops his shorts and moons me! Just damn! I couldn’t believe it. I was just enjoying a smoke too. So I did what any adult would do. Ok, maybe not. I stopped the car. Man, those kids took off! The Ass kid fell to the ground with his shorts down around his ankles. He was trying to run, pull his pants up, and pick himself off the ground all in one motion. He wasn’t doing very well. What a dumb shit! Laughing as I pulled away, I had to think back to the time I was doing the same stupid shit. Just Damn! Those were the days. The little scare was good for those boys. One day my boys will be doing the same thing. I just wonder how the kid is going to explain the grass skid-marks on the inside of his skivvies?


posted by Dax Montana 6:14:52 AM