It's already the last few days of February? Holy shit. It feels like time has gone by so fast. I know. Cliche statement right? Oh boy. Anyhoo. Don't really have an idea who is scrolling my blog. But. Here I am yet again. Cut off all my hair. Trimmed off the beard and mustache. Writing into this blog. How about the world huh? Serious. What is going on? So many hot button shit fuck issues right now, it sucks to scroll my primary vertical video algo rhythm (Instagram Reels). The files. Civil unrest. Fraud and corruption abundant. We're living in a grindcore song, I swear. Either we are close to a civil or third world war (which I was scared of in the 80s ferchrissakes) or we are geo-political slaves to a foreign country building a new world order for the Antichrist. lol See where I am getting at here? Fuck! I have no evidence to such nonsense, but who does? I am not gonna waste your time here thinking I know everything (agreed it's annoying when folks do right? Who the fuck are they? lol) Also, I do not know or want to speculate how things are gonna go down. To predict such things, seems strenuous. I couldn't imagine giving all my time to the conspiracies and propaganda from the algo rhythm. And if I did, how would I pay to drive, live, and eat? lol Propaganda and conspiracies have always been a doozy throughout the ages. And it's like, even the side your on has it's own propaganda and conspiracies as well. So it's like you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't right? I try to not get crossed up in the panty bunch of foreign policy. You'd like to think we have experts in office to handle this shit, but yo, doesn't seem like nobody wants to do there job. It's bad enough there's that type of behavior in a shit job like McDonald's. But a seat in the office? For the government? Like fuck, do what you're supposed to do for the American people. But even that has it's hassles I guess. And shit just swirls into a giant cesspool of fuck. To the point no one cares and walks away from the problem, passing the buck to the next poor fool. I don't know. Just how it seems. How it feels. If I found the answer to all this shit, would I even be satisfied? Or would I be even more upset because no result would pacify. I keep racking my brain, but eventually give up and take a bong hit. Fuck, for all I know, that type of escapist behavior is just as bad as the things I am against, so I am ipso facto, not any help at all. Insane right? I am even confusing myself here. I usually ignore world politics and try to keep it local and only worry about county-wide or surrounding counties issues. But I even slack there. Since things happen slower here in Omak. Some folks even nicknamed Omak, "Slow-mak". lol Good one. What it comes down to is trust and common sense. I will use my common sense. And hope folks will to. And for those without it. Like Mr. T said, "I pity the fool."
Battled some depression last week. Intrusive thoughts are a mutherfucker. I wonder if it was the weather. But that's low hanging fruit right? The human barometer effect can only go so far right? I concern myself it's my weed vice to blame. I truly don't know what to believe. On one hand, cannabis supposedly has it's potential to fuck with our brains. I like to think it's not the case. And I don't have proof it is. On the other hand, a recent study deemed weed isn't as bad as experts thought. I need to look into that more [looks off to the distance]. But shit fuck goddamit, for all I know, it's natural body chemistry due to my lack of taking care of myself. lol I don't exercise. I don't eat well. I don't take any meds. I have no full on professional diagnosis for what ails me. I keep pushing the limit of not taking care of myself. Leave it to me when I do try and take care of myself seriously, it will be too late. Oof, that would suck. "Body don't fail me now." lol I know the right answers. I just fail to carry out any action to warrant remedy. I am this "walking contradiction" if you will. Just like Travis Bickle. Let's hope I don't take dates to porn movies, drive taxis graveyard shift, purchase illegal weapons and...heeeeyyyyy. lol lol Taxi Driver reference, please don't clutch your pearls. lol I need to take better care of myself. It's self-evident.
Some good news. My son won fifth grade Student of the Month award at Pachal Sherman Indian School today. Super duper proud of him. He is so empathetic and generous. I know he was contender for Student of the Month because he was willing to give his own money (triple digits by the way) in a donation setup at his school. So cool. You know? The only thing we have been working with him is building his food palette and making sure he gets rest. Aside from that, so proud of him.
Favorite things: My son and Chrystal, my dad and mom, my sister and nephew, my cat Fluffy Pants aka Meow Meows, Seattle Seahawks, snoozing before work, comfy clothes after work, weed, vanilla Coke, Safeway bakery donuts, Okanogan IGA donuts, Franz donuts (glazed), Franz pies (all the flavors), Hostess cupcakes, Hostess Suzy-Q's, Hostess Ding-Dongs, candy bars, iced mochas, mocha frappes, chicken, rice, asada burritos from taco trucks, pizza, homemade taco bowls, Chrystal's homemade soup, Despicable Me 1 and 2 (started watching with Nathan in the mornings), guitars, amps, amp sims, vinyl, buying vinyl from Discogs, comic books, Atomic Comics in Tacoma, WA (Shout out to Shane and crew), Comic Tom 101 and the Mystery Mail Call, Golden Age Guru, Legion of Skanks, Story Warz, The Regz, Kill Tony, Matt and Shane's Secret Podcast, Joe Rogan Experience (not a devout listener, easy there), Bill Burr Monday Morning Podcast, 2 Bears 1 Cave, Something's Burning with Bert Kreischer, Right Now with Jon Goblikon, Soder Podcast, Stavi's World Podcast, Your Mom's House Podcast, No Gleaming Light YouTube channel, Gore Grinder YouTube channel, SB Mowing YouTube channel, Posers Must Die!!! Podcast, Unsilent Storms Vinyl Stream (Twitch) and Unsilent Storms Radio Podcast (Soundcloud) hosted by DJ Herr Zett, Duff's Hell Hole (Twitch) hosted by DJ Duff 666, Ola Englund's YouTube channel, Let There Be Talk with Dean Delray, Garza Podcast, Real Ass Podcast with Luis J. Gomez & Zac Amico, Dead By Dawg YouTube channel, The Tim Dillon Show, Fly on the Wall with Dana Carvey and David Spade, Nardwuar's YouTube channel, Are You Garbage? Podcast, Club Random with Bill Maher, The Adam Carrola Show, Vine compilations, Nick Zentner's YouTube channel, bikini baristas, Instagram, Facebook, my car, the scablands, the forest, sunrises...
That is all for this month. I will bid you a bye bye. Take care, please.
Much love,
Devv O)))
Sun Lakes State Park - Michael Dupuis
Sun Lakes State Park - Tiffanie Nicole Claassen
My father, Dennis and his Manx, Nina
Agata and his pedalboards is my spirit animal Screen Grab from Sunn Amps Reels
I didn't create this, AI probably did. It just presses those buttons though.
Hood Canal Bridge, 1979 - WSDOT Photographs, Washington State Archives
Valley County Sheriff's Office
Valley County Sheriff's Office
Valley County Sheriff's Office
SR-17 and Booker Road - Franklin County Sherriff's Office
Sleepy Hollow Road near Wenatchee - Chelan County Public Works
Webcam photo taken the night the Seahawks won the playoffs.
I return to Head of Devin: Well well well. I have once again activated the blog side of my world. After being away for a year or so from the last time I posted here, I think it's time to once again broadcast and transmogrify myself in blog form. If that's still a thing. It is right? Rhetorical! Rhetorical! Yes, indeed all previous posts have been put in the rubbish bin. It is 2026! The time is right for a fresh start at Head of Devin. Maybe we'll make this an ongoing volume, but who knows if I will shake the Etch-A-Sketch at the beginning of 2027? If so, then so be it. Sooooooo. How you all doing? How about them Seahawks? No. I won't go into me being the happiest for my home team in long time. How can one be happy about anything in today's climate? It's as if being happy and content comes with a cost. I mean we can get into the brass tax and whittle down why we need the format of society we do, but the mere thought is exhausting. I am at wonder how folks can be a hundred percent into politics and religion. Nothing against those folks, but geez looeez, exhaustion much? Look, I get it, there are needs that need met. All around. But also. Live. Just live. Do something other than radicalize yourself. Or not, don't listen to an old 90s acid casualty like myself (oof, I miss it).
Once again, well. Where do I go from there? It's not like I use blogs as a means of trying to change minds and narratives. I try to do that with my art, graphic or musical. I draw. Mostly pen and ink. And I am in a metal band, KHAOS DRIVER. I use those outlets to try and get the mind of the audience going. If I didn't use those means, I might end up using the blog outlet or make a podcast to project directly. And that's just not me. I would rather use music and art as my veil to stand behind. Not sure if that is a sign of weakness. But I like the mystery of it too I guess. Maybe I am missing out on being a gotcha content creator, even with this blog, but that's just not me. I would rather it be gotcha with what I scream into a microphone while I play heavy caveman riffs.
Speaking of caveman riffs. I guess I will take some moments to talk about signal. In my early days of learning of the signal, I would marvel at it. Early moments with the signal, a Fender Strat and combo my cousin Timmy had. And my dads home stereo. I didn't have much time with Timmy's guitar and amp. But I had enough fun with my dads stereo. I plugged into one of the inputs on front of it, it was an old Realistic receiver. Wasn't meant to have a Kingston electric guitar plugged into what I believe was an input meant for other components. But neither here or there. I blew that sucker into oblivion overdriving the receiver by cranking the volume. You can say my father was displeased. But he later went to CDs and later lost his original vinyl collection in a devastating forest fire. We won't talk about that. Anyhoo, I blew out the family stereo with the signal to say the least.
By 1994, I got my own amplifier. I still have it. A Fender M-80. I tell you what, those amps rule. I look them up on the web time to time to maybe replace mine. I did wonders with that M-80. It has a wonderful drive channel. meant for rock or metal. It had a speaker cabinet out so if your cab was 8 ohms, plug it in, baby. At first I had a single 15" cab then later used a Marshall 4x12 cab I bought in 2001. Pristine cleans. Amp-wise currently, a Marshall AVT150H with matching cab (one I just spoke of). I have had a few amps here and there. I like combo amps, but I have sold and given a few away. There's a Peavey Bandit I wish I still had. I used to use two amp signals. Got into AB/Y boxes. I mean, heck, to go into the pedals I have and used to have, oof. I wish I still had my Zoom 505. I and an old bandmate prided on our homemade pedal boards. Both of us being artists. They were almost works of art themselves. The signal had went through the wringer in my teenage and twenties. The signal went through so much dynamics with the music I was creating that it was like being at the top of the world. Later on the signal went to a single layer. Distortion. Drive. Gain. I went from creating tapestries of sound to a black metal militia. Any drive other than fuzz was good. I didn't use any other effects for a while with those days because I didn't need to. The songs just needed the drive to support the evil.
Which leads to now. Time and technology have been busy in the years since I have gotten into the signal. I have different avenues to choose from now. Signal to BOSS GT-8. Signal to audio interface. Signal to pedalboard/amp. Sometimes it's daunting to commit to one thing. I sometime wonder if I can Frank Zappa my way into life with the signal. He had 5 to 6 signal sources in a live situation. I know that is an exaggeration, but hopefully you kind of get what I mean. What it comes down to, is that I wish I had my own tech. lol Anyhoo. I have been getting into the amp sim world and now I am playing with Neural Amp Modeler quite a bit, and I tell you, wow. I almost want to download all the free tones off of Tone3000 and just die. It's so fun to hear what folks capture. What vibes the captures go for. From tones like the White Stripes to The Haunted. I have a couple interfaces I use so the signal can go through the computer. A Zoom U-22. And a Steinberg UR22 mkII. I like the Zoom one better, but the Steinberg is built like tank. Still getting used to what the Steinberg can do. I haven't used it for recording or live. But the Zoom works like a charm. Band I am in, KHAOS DRIVER, has a cool Tascam interface we use to record with. When we start rehearsing once again for playing live this year, gonna implement my GT-8 or make new pedalboard. We'll see. I want to use amp sims live. But I need to make sure I have what I need for the signal to do that. We'll see. We'll see.
Family/Home: Chrystal, Nathan and Fluffy Pants aka Meow Meows. What can I say? I fricken love them to death. I feel bad I don't have the self-discipline to do better for them. I really need to work on that. I smoke weed. Eat candy bars and donuts. Drink Vanilla Cokes. I really need to do better. They deserve it. Chrystal is still working at the local KFC/Taco Bell. I keep telling her to find a new job. I feel that this one is stressing her out too much. Nathan is doing good in school. Last thing I had to hear of was he and some other kids kind of bullied a kid and broke something of theirs. So we kind of had to talk to him about how it is to be with the crowd or be an individual. Nathan is so talented and smart I get a lot of remarks from friends and family. I am hella proud of that boy. He currently likes to watch YouTube while creating stuff on apps he likes or playing Roblox. He loves cats. Our housecat Fluffy Pants is buttering up to him now that he's older. She got to know him when he was just out of being a toddler. So she put up with his playfulness. But also had fun with him. She's older now and so is he and they are much more simple with each other and chill. My existence is primarily for them. The most I get stressed about is when I am inside my own head or anxiety. I try and curb these instances. Depression can be a mutherfucker. But like a junkie that wants to be clean, I work hard at not letting my mind get the best of me. When I run out of that strength is when I will seek help professionally. As of right now. Doing good. There's this track. And I try to keep my life on it. Any stops these days have to be planned. Not as spontaneous as I used to be.
Layering art by me, using Paint.NET
First bong hit of the year.
Favorite things:
Chrystal, Nathan, my cat Meow Meows, my mom and dad, my sister and nephew, my in-laws, my band Khaos Driver, Seattle Seahawks, weed, cannabis edibles, cannabis vape pens, coffee, vanilla Coke, Arrowhead water, bongs, burgers, pizza, steak and rice, boneless chicken and rice, pork chops, mashed potatoes, stuffing, pot roast, Spaghetti-O's, Campbells soups (regular or chunky), Wendy's chili, burritos (from the El Mexicano taco truck on Elmway in Okanogan), candy bars, cookies, donuts, bear claws, Hostess Twinkies, Hostess Cupcakes, my computer, electric guitars, amplifiers, pedals, bikini baristas, Instagram, Instagram Reels feed, art, poetry, writing songs, writing lyrics, comic books, Bandcamp, YouTube, vinyl records, cassettes, comedians, podcasts...
Conclusion:
It's been a hectic January for America, pardon for stating the obvious. Ego and empathy is at a crossroads with positive and negative virtue signaling and fascism. Fraud and corruption. War and protest. Agents versus the people. I only try to observe and react if necessary within my means. I feel one can't change everything. Escapism, head in the sand, or centrism...call it what you will. But I would like to think I have my own foundations and fundamental thoughts and opinions formed from the news (for what it is), propaganda, and conspiracies, just like everyone else. It's hard not to project and build a mob and enforce narratives for protest, but like I mentioned before. I am exhausted. I am not ready for speaking up. I just want to use my energy to work for my family and personal consumption. I feel like I am not asking for much. Just a smidge of freedom to be me. I for sure support you being you. And if you need anything, hopefully there is peace, love, civility and respect, and we can help each other if need be.
OK, gonna let you go. Gonna get out of your hair. Thanks for reading and checking out this blog. January is doneski. Devv o))) signing out.
