I guess thats a good word for it. I used to talk to my Dad maybe twice a week.
Now he's gone. I suppose depression would be a good description for the way I feel.
I just want to sleep all the time. I've lost all motivation.
Help!

Robert and Joy came over. Dustin and Jeniffer stayed over. Me, I just poked around. We switched from DSL to COX cable. The guy did a terrible job, so I had to redo it. Nothing worked, not the phone, not the TV, just the internet. Sheesh.

Plato wrote in his "The Republic"
Each member of a society ought to do what they are best at and be alleviated from responsibility of those things they are not good at, which can be done by others.
I often wonder what kind of world this philosphy would create.
How would it be, if Johnny started school in the fifth grade, past the grade of his olderer sister in the second?
I think right now, capitolism and free enterprise tries to allow us to find our own levels in society. And I wonder how well that is working.
To me, the levels we find still seem to be determined by wealth and locations that present opportunity; and not merit.
Brilliant minds are rarely discovered in Podunk and feeble minds often have highly financed degrees.

I miss Dad's calls. He'd probably be calling me about now today.
He was such an interesting soul.  He gave me inspiration.
Please note, I'm not saying these things in a bad way.
He thought the pyramids were built by Ufo's
Its easy for us to assume the pyramids were built by 200,000 slaves in a hot desert.
Its nice his thoughts challenged that assumption. Who really knows how they were built?
He thought you could beat the stock market with a $49 program.
Its probably possible to beat the stock market with a computer program, if I wrote it and hacked the security codes.
Its always seemed to me that if you could change the time of a stock transaction, you could always beat the system.
After all, isn't that why insider trading is illegal....they can buy or sell the stocks based on what the public doesn't know yet.
But besides all of that, I worked for Bank of America. I had the power of god over their systems.
I'm just honest to the point of stupidity.
He thought that I am a  loser.
I am a loser in many people's eyes. I haven't worked in 6 years. I've been a drunk and a drug abuser. I'm not filthy rich.
I haven't fit into society's normal standards for life. What I'm saying is, I'm far from a normal person.
What bus boy buys a condo when he's 20 years old.
What person do you know thats supported over 47 people for 3 months or longer.
When my neighbors went broke, I ran an extenstion cord and a hose over to their house, so they could survive.
Among the people I haven't supported are probably the ones I should have.
I haven't supported my oldest sister, Linda, or my next oldest sister, Kelly.
They both need help. I would assume they need it badly too.
I offered to pick Kelly up in Texas and give her a free place to stay. She turned me down.
Kelly needs help, is probably suicidal, and has a substance control problem. I think she's burned every one thats ever tried to help her. Its sad, that so many people want to help her, but she insists life is against her.
She's created her own personal hell, and has chosen to live in it.
As far as Linda goes
Sonny and I gave her a place to stay back in the 70's at the condo. She moved in with my Mom. They had to ask her to leave.
Sonny took her back in, and she burned him. She'd bring in the dregs of society, would leave the windows wide open in the winter time...she just didn't care about anyone but herself. He had to kick her out. She left him no choice. That was in 1988, I think.
Since then, I'm the only person who's ever tried to find Linda.
She is quite insane, but, I think she could be controlled.
The point with Linda is, she tends to get married for money. She helps people from other countries become US citizens. Theirs no telling what her last name is now. My guess is, she's not even alive. The last address I found for her was in Twin Falls, Idaho. But, she has no checking account, no phone, no library card and no internet access. She's an enigma.

I asked him how he enjoyed his life.
He told me he was free. He ate well. He did whatever he wanted to do.
He said, sure, some times were tough, but for the most part, he had no complaints.
He said he had kids, was married, had a good paying job, but he wasn't happy.
His kids hated him for working all the time. His wife constantly criticized him, and she had affairs.
His job was mundane and unappreciative.
He decided that his life was being wasted.
He decided that the people he loved didn't care about him.
He realized he had no reason for loving the people he thought he cared about.
He took off one day, and never came back.
He discovered how easy life could be if you just let it happen.
Then, he read me an article he found in a newspaper.
It was about the economy, and he commented on it. He was well educated and very articulate.
I realized he was much more intelligent than I was. He had chosen his life, and he was living free.
Compared to my life back then, I was working 6 day a week, 12 hours a day.
My best posssession was a 1972 Mazda Rx2. I had a beatiful girlfriend, but I knew we were destined to go separate ways. All of my friends in Las Vegas were passer bys. My concept of happiness came in the forms of drugs and sex. If I had a goal, it was to have sex with as many women as possible.
Its hard to say whose life was better, them man in the dumpster, or me, drinking a beer watching him scavenge.
I suppose it doesn't really matter does it?
We both considered ourselves to be happy.
The difference between the two of us was he was honest about his nature.
I was drowning out my nature with drugs, alcohol and sex.

We entered the airport with 2 bags, one box, and a violin. The checked us in, but said I had to wait while they checked my baggage. I asked why me?
They said because I was SPECIAL.
I still don't know what that means. So, they asked me which bags were mine, and I said, I suppose all of them, but then I pointed to my Caesars bag and a taped up box. They went through it all. I told them I was confused about all of this airport security stuff, why we couldn't bring hair shampoo, underarm deorderant, toothpaste or any kind of gel. The guard referred me to a website.
Sonny asked, well, is it okay to bring Gum?
The guard said yes. Then I jokingly said doesn't C4 (plastic explosives) look like gum. About then the security guard told me if I said anything else, they would have me thrown in jail. At this point, I felt like my first amendment rights were being violated. I hadn't said anything that might cause harm to anyone, therefore, my speach should have been protected. I just kept quiet, however, I hate to be bullied and was very tempted to call my lawyer just to see if I was being victimized.
Sonny shot through the gates, after taking off his shoes.
I had to take off my shoes, and be frisked from top to bottom. They missed my exploding underwear, ha ha ha.
Is it just me, or did all of this sound silly?
I could have brought my laptop onboard. It could have been filled with liquid. BTW-They broke my camera.
A stupid little thing like a high wattage lazer pointer can bring down a 747, so, why play these games at airports.
I suppose what I'd like to say at this point is, the 9-11 terrorist succeeded in their goals.
It wasn't the destruction of the twin towers, it was the loss of our freedoms in the United States.
Our rights have been trampled and we've been set back decades in our fight for freedom.
The first trampling I got at the airport was my freedom of speech, which is protected by the Bill of Rights.

We used what little time we had to visit Presque Isle Park. It was a nice drive. There's the bay on one side and Lake Erie on the other side.
There was even a big monument to a guy name Perry (born August 23, 1785). Perry had entered the navy when he was 13 years old to work with his dad. He bopped around the world Europe and Africa, and at 20 he became lieutenant in command of a small schooner.
At 24, Thomas Jefferson gave Perry command of a gun vessel called the Revenge, which he wrecked. Anyway, he recieved a promotion to Master Commander.  Perry was the first in history to defeat an entire British squadron and successfully bring back every ship to his base as a prize of war. Perry, at the age of 28, was hailed by the public as a national hero for his victory on Lake Erie. He coined the phrase "We have met the enemy, and they are ours".
I mention this because at the age of 13, all I could think about was girls.
Its impressive that in those days, a father and son could work together without all of the connotations associated with promoting family members. I wish Dad had taught me something about brick laying. It would have saved me years of searching for a suitable profession.

We ate dinner. Sonny and I got Dads violin, and various other pictures and memorabilia, which, I will hold on to for life.
I hadn't seen a lot of these pictures, so I was in awe. Dad, as it turns out, wore my size clothes, so, now I've got a lot of classy clothes.
All in all, I cried about 3 or 4 times in private.
It will be sad not to hear him call me anymore.
I will miss him. That leaves Sonny, Kelly and Linda (if she's still alive).
The world is turning into a very lonely place.
Sometimes I hope my turn is next. I hate saying goodbye to the people I love.
I'm glad Dad surrounded himself with wonderful people. 
Everyone we met there was great!
Our conversations went from practical to wild, and there was a lot of laughter in between. I'm not sure thats the way Dad would have wanted it, but we had a lot of great things to say about him.
I'm going to miss his calls so much. *sniffle*sniffle*

Sonny and I tried to see some sites before the funeral. We went down to Lake Erie's Liberty Park...however, instead of going through the park, we climbed a steep hill across the road to get a bird side view. Unfortunately, there were a lot of red juicy berrys along the muddy climb. Half my face was covered with red dye. By the time we got down, we were late for the funeral, and my face and hair were bright red!!!
A lot of the pictures they had displayed were pictures I had taken.
I was really surprised about that. Everybody was very nice and very friendly. My eulogy was pretty much that Dad may have like believing in the far side of things, but, he left his mark in ways he never even counted. I mentioned the house he had built in Paducah, Kentucky. He got the design from a magazine cover. I guess you'd call it a Southern mansion, but on a smaller scale. Keep in mind, when he built it in the 70's, the houses in the neighborhood were wooden shacks. Today, for an area that covers at least 3 square miles, there are houses that all duplicate his design. His was the first and I'm sure it set the pace. Dad....it seemed...made his mark on the world.
Afterwards, we all ate at a really nice restaurant and as usually.
Aunt Tass paid for it all and I feel really guilty about that. I don't know how my conscience will deal with the fact that I already owe her so much. My carma insist I keep an even slate with very one.

Our plane was an exciting turbo prop. It was extremely cramped. I had a terrible time breathing. The interesting thing about this flight was unboarding the flight. We actually got to walk on the runway.
Inside, we got our rental car, some kind of Chrysler convertable. It was zippy and responsive.
Navigating around Erie was another story though. The streets change names just like in Las Vegas.
Where Dad lived (New Perry Highway), does not officially exist on any map. We got lost, a lot!
We arrived at Dad's house, finally, after a bunch of UTurns.
Honestly, by the time we go there, we were too burned out to look through his things.
The car, they said could be ready to drive back in two days, but by then, it was too late. We'd already spent a fortune on round trip tickets...the moment had passed. On the other hand, the car was a tank. It would have cost $1,000 to drive it back to Vegas. Plus, it would have taken day to get there.
Judy, by far, was my favorite person there though. She could make you laugh at the world exploding. Everybody there was great!!!
Tass, unfortunately, was paying for the whole shabang, that is, except for us. She offered, but, we just have too much pride to start excepting help now. We've been self sufficient for decades. But, she's a real sweatheart for offering.

It was a real mess. We couldn't find out if we Dad's car was drivable or even transferrable.
So, we booked a flight, room, and rental car for $1,800...way more than we could afford.
The security at the gates had us remove our shoes, and wouldn't allow us to carry any kind of liquid in our luggage, not even toothpaste. I did pack some Albuterol...some how that got past them...but they did take my bic lighter.
Along the way, and with all the walking, I almost passed out. A couple of nurses wanted to check me into their triag but I refused. Nicely enough, they gave me an albuterol inhaler, which was very gracious of them.
I took valiums for the trip up, so sleep was off and on. It was rough though.

Reposted from 8/10/2006 6:27:32 AM
Everything was beautiful from my first moment there.
I had a new sense of awareness. I EXIST!!! 
I had a consciousness that seemed to evolve from nowhere.
I had no memory of where I came from, or who or what I was. Matter of fact, I don't even HAVE a memory yet.
My whole essence seemed to be forming into something incredibly new.
I was receiving my instructions through transmissions of visions and knowledge.
These instructions showed me what I was suppose to do. They were helping me design myself.
These instructions prepared me for a journey I'd be taking through a tunnel towards a light.
When I was ready, forces beyond my control sent me pulsing through that tunnel towards the light.
I didn't understand these instructions, but I knew there were some things I had to do.
In what seemed like an eternity I breached the tunnel.
I was entering into a world of light.
When I got through the light there was air...sweet, sweet, beautiful air. 
How did this work? I didn't think I would have air. Every breath I took of it was amazing.
I could feel its energy pulse through my entire body. It was as invigorating. At the same time, it was somewhat disturbing.
I felt great breathing the air in. When I didn't breath in, I felt terrible. Breathing became my first addiction.
I became aware of these beautiful visions.
They were all blurry at first, but after a while, they seemed to crystallize in shapes of form and depth.
I was beginning to see Heavens kingdom.
The sounds were incredible.
I first heard music, at least I thought it was music.
I could sense the vastness of Heaven in my mind.
I could sense that others were helping me.
I didn't understand anything. I welcomed their help.
It seemed clear to me that these helpers were the angels of Heaven.
Everything was warm.
The energy of it all...I love this place...I LOVE HEAVEN!!!
I didn't know why I was here, or how any of this happened, but I liked it.
And finally, after a few moments of struggling, I was able to stand up on all four of my legs.
My instructions had told me where and how to find milk.
However, those instructions and visions left with the light. I have no idea about what I'm supposed to do next.
But if I ever do this again, and if I have any kind of choice about what I am going to be, I want to be like those things standing on two legs. They are angels. Matter of fact, I think one of them helped pull me through the tunnel of light. Those creatures seem to know everything.

Louis, (my dad), was an professional violist, and an accomplished brick mason for most of his life.
He is survived by his wife - Lottie, two sons - Louis and James, two daughters - Linda and Kathren, grandsons - Eric, Daniel, and granddaughters - Jessica, Grace.
Condolences at bruggerfuneralhomes.com. Sign the guestbook at www.GoErie.com/obits.
Published in the Erie Times-News on 9/7/2006.
Please sign the Guest Book

You truly have a gift of implicantly descriptive words of what would normally be everyday events for some.
Oh yea....
You click the ENTER <---- over there to enter a blog entry
You click the EDIT ----> over there to change your heading....
I should make that more clear, but, not many people use this blog anyway.

Dad, as excentric and mystically oriented as he was, was a very good man.
I'll love him till the day I die. We talked only two days ago. I believe he knew his time was coming.
His main concern was that his kids were going to be alright.
 
Note: These pictures were taken with a Polaroid Swinger (remember those?). I had a million other pictures, but somehow they've seemed to have evaporated.
Growing up with Dad was fun, and very interesting.
He liked the "Far Side" of things, which, by the way, is my favorite comic strip.
Memories of going to the lake, living in a three room house with its outhouse in the back, taking a bath in a #10 washtub, and riding around in that Volkswagon hit the top of my memories.
Dad was a hard worker. I believe most of his work still stands today.
He once put me on his shoulders at Barkley Airport so that I could see, believe it or not, John F Kennedy.

Red 3: 100 pts, 4 Red 3s: 800pts
Going out: 100pts, Going Out with nothing down: 200pts
Canasta with wild cards: 300pts
Canasta without wild cards: 500pts

Earlier, we went car shopping for the heck of it. These car lot owner/dealers crack me up!!!
"Yea, those Porsches, Mazdas, Toyotas, and Hondas are a death trap" this one dealer said while smoking a cigarette.
"You should spend $7,000 on this safe Mercedes that gets 8 miles to the gallon and has 180,000 miles on it."
I told him "If we did, and I only drove it 1,000 miles, it would have cost us $10 a mile to drive it, and we could rent a limo for for that price."

:)

 

Even though it was a signed, Bank of America paycheck, Bank of America wouldn't take it without the signers ID.
They would take a copy of his id though. Strange procedures.
At any rate, the guy met me at Sam's Town's main cage; cashed the check, and paid me $1,000 cash.
I also took a picture of his drivers license (which I should have done when I rented the place).
The tempting thing about this whole rental affair is, the tenant prefers paying us in cash.
Its tempting to run with the cash, and not declare the income. hmm.
But we'll play it on the square. We won't be paying any taxes on the rental anyway.
Know what else feels good?
Renting the condo for $900 a month. We were being steered into renting it for $750.
Shoot, the property management people wanted us to rent it for $750, and us pay 10% for them doing it.

Ahhh...that feels nice for someone to give you their paycheck...ahhhhh!
But we can't cash the paycheck...ouch!!! At least $200 was in cash...

The U.S. Food and Drug and Administration says prescription drugs bought on 10 Canadian pharmacies websites have turned up as fakes. The agency said it tested drugs intercepted on the way to American consumers and they turned up counterfeits of 10 popular medications, including the cholesterol drugs Lipitor and Crestor, and the painkiller Celebrex.  "There are lifesaving drugs out there that people can't afford. So, people are looking for alternative places to go and buy them," said David Certner, AARP.
Quoted from Channel 8 News in Las Vegas
"Caveat Emptor" is latin for "Let the Buyer Beware".
If you buy drugs online, test each site with a small purchase first.
Being without health insurance, I'm forced to buy my pharmaceuticals online.
If I have an infection, those little antibiotics that the doctors love to pass out cost over $16 a pill.
For example:
Without insurance. A a prescription of 7 Cipro costs $18. A doctor visit costs $95.
Totaled thats $113. Divide that by 7 and you get $16 a pill.
I just ordered 50 Cirpros for $35 online from an Indian pharmacy. Thats .70 a pill.
Another example:
I'm an asthmatic and it gets really bad here in Las Vegas.
Albuterol inhalers cost me $10 online.
I once saw an invoice where Medicare was billed $120 for just one inhaler.
The bottom line is
If you need prescription drugs, and even if you have insurance, you should still shop around.
It should be like almost everything else in the United States, free enterprise.
Let the laws of supply and demand work for you.
Don't let the insurance and pharmaceutical companies fix the prices.

Its right behind Carls Jr on Trop and Mtn Vista.
Some people came by to look at the condo.
They said they were renting a 1 bedroom at Camden, and they went up to $905.
They said the 2 bedrooms were $1,150.
WOW!!!
So, I guess the Camden methods are country wide!
They said their water bill was $20 a month too, with a $15 late penalty,
and that they'd have to pay $150 for the lease renewal.

I was probably feeding them words then...when they were complaining about Camden. I should just listen.
They just said uh huh, uh huh...to everything I said. hmmm.

- A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.
- A will is a dead giveaway.
- Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
- A backward poet writes inverse.
- In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.
- A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.
- If you don't pay your exorcist, you can get repossessed.
- With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.
- Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A-flat miner.
- When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.
- The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.
- You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.
- Local Area Network in Australia: The LAN down under.
- He broke into song because he couldn't find the key.
- A calendar's days are numbered.
- A lot of money is tainted: 'Taint yours, and 'taint mine
- A boiled egg is hard to beat.
- He had a photographic memory which was never developed.
- A plateau is a high form of flattery.
- The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison: a small medium atlarge.
- Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
- When you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall.
- If you jump off a Paris bridge, you are in Seine.
- When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.
- Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.
- Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.
- Acupuncture: a jab well done.
- Marathon runners with bad shoes suffer the agony of de feet.
Note: No trees were killed in the sending of this message, but a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced

Be quick notary or whatever...and we'll have all of our notary stuff next week.
Now, all we need is:
- A DBA checking account
- A Yellow Page ad (I can get online)
- Our stamps (from a stamp vendor), and also a log book.
- A Logo
- Optionally, somebody that will give us a tutorship as contractors (I have someone in mind already).
- A low mileage car to scoot us around in (that is fun to drive)
This is all just too easy...life is just too easy.

Thats hilarious....you know what I may do is just form a Sole Proprietorship in Becky's name.
Sole Proprietorships are so easy to do...except they don't protect your assets....and Becky has no assets.
Man, I gotta talk to a CPA though.
How about Be Quick Notary Pubic of Squirt!!!  or Be Quick Squirt

We should be getting sworn in, to be Notaries today.
BQuik Notary still sounds good to me.
I need to find out (or just remember) how to file a DBA again. I've got notes somewhere around here.
- I need a DBA
- I think I need another EIN
- I don't think I can use Cutlar Enterprises...that would be too easy
- I think I need another business license.
The question here is, what type...sole proprietorship, partnership, S-Corp, C-Corp
- I need a Nevada State Taxation ID.
I noticed today that you don't really need to prove you have a business license to get a Yellow Page ad.
It sure would be tempting not to do the DBA stuff.
It looks like, to do a DBA, you need a business license/name. To get a business license/name, you need a Nevada Tax ID. To get a Nevada Tax ID, you need a business name...and therein, lies the loop. All this is so you can get a DBA checking account, so you can cash checks to my-company-name.  Somewhere in there, you need a EIN.
Sheesh...it sounds like a lot of running around.

Does everybody have a choice of whether on go to the dark side, or the bright side?
I wondered who in their right mind would go into the dark side.
Wouldn't they be bumping into to things all over the place there?
I mean, how much fun could that be?

See now, thats what I don't get...with exception of his shiny black plastic exoskeleton looking outfit, nothing about him was dark. Besides, Darth used the force.

Name	Number	Monthly	Description
Budget Suites	702-454-4625	$1,414	2 br
Sportsman	702-458-7071	$1,423	2 br
Boulder Manor	702-454-8960	$1,048	(Studios Only)
Turtle Creek	877-762-5035	$1,070
Courtyard	702-456-2900
Fountains at Flamingo	702-435-6555	$795-815
Corral Gardens	866-372-3476	$729	Dep $425, Admin $125+$35person

He's an old man now!!

A Surety Bond is required. I called:

Southwest Surety & Insurance (702) 360-6662.

They charge:
- $50 for a $10,000 bond that covers 4 years.
- $70 for Errors and Omissions (E&O) insurance that covers 4 years.
They will mail us the forms that we'll send back to them. They'll send us back the bonds.
We take the bonds, along with our Notary Public application to the County Clerks office.

Clark County Recorder; (702) 455-4336; 500 S Grand Central Pkwy, Las Vegas, NV

They wll swear us in.
We then mail all documents, plus $35 to: 

Secretary State Dean Heller; 101 North Carson St #3; Carson City, NV 89701

We should be notaries in a week or so!!!
The next thing to do will be to form a Limited Liability Corporation (LLC)

We will be renting for $950 month-to-month with a $400 security deposit.
The tenants sign an agreement before the end of the month to rent the condo.
Before the 1st
The tenant fills out a Rental Application and gives us a $200 check.
That check will either apply to the first months rent, or be forfeited if the tenants changes his mind.
On the 1st
- We do a walk-thru, write everything down thats wrong. They sign it.
   We don't have to fix anything. This will protect all parties.
  Any damage not mentioned on the walk-thru comes out of security deposit when the contract terminates.
- We collect $1,300 ($900 for the first months rent + $400 for the security deposit).
- We surrender the keys.
By the 5th
- You call Nevada Power and have them turn off service on the 5th or sooner if the tenants agree.
By the 15th
- You call your insurance, and tell them you need landlords insurance (?)
- You arrange to have the association, water, garbage, sewage, insurance and tax bills come to this address.
- I help set up autopay for all the bills
- I transfer the shared bills from this house (electric, water, gas,  garbage, sewage, insurance, telephone, internet, cable) to autopay from the joint account.
- We will match each others deposits of ($500 a month) into the joint account. I like to pay these kinds of things in bulk, so, I'll probably be popping in $6,000 per year.
In the event that they don't pay us $900 by the 5th of each month:
- On the 6th, we send them a 5 Day Pay or Quit notice to pay $900 with a $90 penalty by the 10th.
- If they don't pay us $990 by the 10th 
   __ We file the Five Day Notice to Pay o Quit,
   __ Certificate of Mailing
   __ Affidavit of Complaint of Summary Eviction
   __ Order for Summery Eviction and
   __ Instructions o the Constable with the Justice Court on 200 S Third Street.
   The clerk will give the Judge the documents, where he will sign an Order for Summay Eviction.
   He gives that to a Constable. The Constable will remove the tenants within 24 hours.
- At this point, they either pay us all money owed, or a constible seals the property on the 15th.
- We have the right to sell any of their possessions to satisfy their debt.
The Joint Account
- The joint account (not considering maintenance, income taxes, non rental periods) should grow at least $6,000 a year.
This will be our nest egg.
- All money in the account will be jointly owned, and should yeild approximately 2% interest a year.
- Should we decide to withdraw money for personal use, it will be subtracted from our 50% contributions.
- If it grows to a substantial amount of money, we can easily invest the excess in mutual funds, stocks or bonds online.

I really didn't expect that. Sonny's friends, Rich Minsner (the landscaper), Robert, and several other people said $950 would be too much. Even two property management companies said that. SOOOOoooooo...
Anyway, I hope it rents. The couple seems nice, and I'll be more than willing to work with anyone that moves in.

Ever notice how simular insects and people are? They have all our organs and more!
Sometime nature pops out a leg where an antenna is supposed to be on an insects head!

I was reading Stephen Hawkings.
I've always thought that not being able to go faster than the speed of light was a bunch of huey.
It isn't. A simple explaination can be said in a question.
If light is the fastest thing known to man, what could you use to power something faster than light?
Imaging the current in a river is the fastest thing known to man.
If you were floating down that river, you could use a paddle to make your boat flow faster than the river.
If you did that, then your paddle would need to go faster than the river and it would be the fastest thing known to man.
Here's my question:
If light is the fastest thing known to man, and its photons are found to spin like all other particles
and they can spin in the direction of their travel, wouldn't one side of the photon be going faster than the speed of light?
Something that makes up the photon must be going faster than the speed of light, right?
Hawkings said some things that just sounded like common sense to me.
You don't need a lab to figure this stuff out, just a brain.
1-Time Travel is probably not possible because...
If it were, we'd have seen time travellers, right?
If time travel were possible, you could go back and kill your parents before you were born. That doesn't make sense.
Maybe there's a Time Cop Agency or some other reason that hasn't been discovered in our future yet.
If it were just you travelling back in time, you'd be taking matter from the current universe and adding it to the past universe...and the past universe would be more than its whole. That doesn't sound likely.
Everything I've seen in this universe seems to be reasonable.
2-It may be possible to send signals back in time.
We may not have the equipment to pick up those signals yet. This I might believe.
3-No one has seen UFOs from another planet because...
If they existed, why would they hide? Why would they live in an RV-sized saucer? Why would they conspire with our government? Why would WE be a threat at all? If they could zap across the universe using technology we only write about in science fiction, why would they hover over farm houses? Lastly, why hasn't anyone taken a decent photo of a UFO?
If UFOs do exist, they would most likely be an unmanned probe.
#1 We've sent probes out.
#2 Our probes rove around, observing other planets. Thats what we've designed them to do. 
#3 Ours probles collect information, then send it back to us.
Our Surveyor was sent to Mars. It is roving around exploring the planet.
If it had an auto-mission that it carried on without Earth's delayed instructions,
it would be roving around seemingly without purpose. It wasn't design to give information, just collect it.
If the surveyor were built well, it could out-live our civilization.
If it were smart enough, it would be programmed to escape being trapped.
If UFOs do exist, then they were probably sent out millions of years ago by civilizations that may or may not exist.
Now that, I can believe.
Euclidean Geometry cannot describe the universe accurately.
#1 It uses points that doen't exist in a moving universe. They would exist if you could freeze time, but you can't.
#2 It uses straight lines, based on those points.
#3 If points and straight lines don't exist, then the x,y,z dimensions are wrong too.
#4 It doesn't include time in its x,y,z math.
It was at one time, an excellent way to describe the universe.
What we're seeing now is that is was just that, an excellent beginning.
Time is just as unchangable in the future as it is in the past.
You don't read this very often. It makes people upset. The argument here is, that theory would negate free will. 
In a sense, this article I'm writting right now, had to be written and you had to read it.
Everything that is happening, has already happened 100 year from now.
I've read a bunch of really silly theories about time.
One was, you can't change your past, however, you can go into the future, then come back to your time and can change the future you visited...now aint that just weak!
That just wreaks of 'stupid', but....a PHD wrote it. I'd be embarrased if I wrote that.
Keep in mind, that PHDs don't have to be smart, they just have to be able to afford that title. Most of us aren't in that club.
I've been reading materials written by PHDs
They all seem to have a pattern. They talk normally until they get into a complicated thought, then they resort to long words and formulas. It takes months to decode these words and formulas and figure out they make no sense.
In other words, professors seem put an intimidating spin on science when they are confused.

I was talking to somebody who claims they know Jesus, and that Jesus Lives
Here's how it went:
Q: Sooooo, who was Jesus's father?
A: God!
Q: Um, Ok...then who would have payed his child support?
A: Joseph
Q: Ok, who was Jesus's mother?
A: Mary
Q: And who was his brother?
A: Mary had daughters that were hers, but we're all Jesus's brothers and sisters.
Q: If thats true, wouldn't your MOM be your sister, and your father be your brother?
Q: And wouldn't we have all been products of incest, which is a sin?
A: I don't know.
Q: Did you know Jesus had a brother? His name was Ya'aqov, (Aglicized as James).
A: No. But we're all his brothers and sisters.