USELESS UPDATES

I'm still just screwing around with some of the functions on the Flock browser. I guess it's a decent tool. I'm just having a lazy day.

First things first...did anyone, besides me that is, catch the Knight Rider movie?

For an updating and revamping it wasn't that bad. It had just the perfect amount of bad acting, very cool visual effects and straight out silliness that was trademark for the show. So I was pleasantly surprised.

Now I'm just waiting for the 4th Indy movie.

I finished reading Brother Odd...OH MY GOD that was the best book so far. If you haven't read the Odd Thomas books by Dean Koontz you really should.

Well other than waiting for Monday Night Raw and screwing around with more of the thingies on this browser, I guess that's all for this moment

TWITTER THOUGHTS

Another thing I can use to waste time, space and all things anti-matter in between.

WOW THIS MAKES THINGS SO MUCH EASIER...i think

I'm playing around with some programs and browsers, and so far Flock is OK. That is until my needs change, I get smarter or I finally figure out this thing that I sit in front of and download porn.

OK sometimes it's a TV.

Sometimes it's nothing at all.

Yeah, that'll do pig, that'll do.

For now.

TWITTER THOUGHTS

Right now I am looking for ways to make wasting time on the world wide web more efficient.

WASTING TIME, PRODUCTIVELY

It seems like all I do anymore, is try and figure out ways to be more productive with my ability to waste time.

I'm looking to be more efficient in the laziness.

All because I can't really sleep.

God, this just sucks.

MARTINA McBRIDE - MY VALENTINE

You know...the song is sappy, and the words are pretty common to just about every love song ever written...but today at this moment, every word sings true.

I Love You,
You Will Always Be,
The One Meant For Me,

My Susan,
My Wife,
My Love

GLOBAL WARMING MY ASS

It's been a while since the snow has been piled up in the parking lots of department stores...(am I aging myself calling them department stores?) as high as the store itself, like in the image below

GOD, that is still so damn cool.

It used to be one of my favorite things from my childhood. I waited and hoped that Sunday would get here faster, because that was the only day they'd be closed.

We "deviants" would grab our sleds, claim a "mountain", climb it and take the plunge (sometimes almost straight down, so that the first few landings would knock the snot AND air out of you) down, just to do it again.

I know it would have been easier and probably safer to just use the hills that were readily available. BUT, damn, to have your very own mountain to trek up, then having the stupidity to try and slide down it!!

That's what being a boy was all about.


Sadly, my digital camera took a dump, so I had to find an image that closely resembled said childhood memory/current snowfall status.

This one actually comes close.

Thank you Mr. Internet for having such images ready and available for us with digital camera issues.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST THEME

So what?? Sure, I mean who isn't all weepy for a Disney cartoon?

ALADDIN - A WHOLE NEW WORLD

NEW KNIGHT RIDER

KITT comes back. KNIGHT RIDER returns. OH MY GOD!!!! The sad part is that I don't care if it's not a Trans Am. I don't care that it's a Ford Shelby instead. Hell I don't even care that Val Killmer is the new voice of KITT. I"m actually happy about the fact that they actually spent some money on this and it won't be as hokey as Team Knight Rider, as predictable as Knight Rider 2000 and as useless as Knight Rider 2010.

Yeah I know, no matter how old I get I still "geek" out way too much for it to be healthy...WOOOO HOOOOO!!!!"

MY SPACE ADDICT

Myspace is the Devil (pronounced deb-bull).

Thas fo shoe.

I can't believe how much time I waste on here.

I actually came to check my email, which reminds me, I still have to check my email.

Between the blogs and bulletins...Good and Holy Father Christmas, I wasted a good 2 1/2 hours.

I Looked at the time and went "You know what Einstein, this explains why you have no time to do everything you actually plan to do."

My response to myself was "SHUT UP!!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!" Followed by rolling up a My Space doobie.

I answered back "You now maybe...just maybe you have a problem..."

I tell myself "That's not true! I can quit anytime I want!" as I'm chopping some My Space on a mirror.

"I think it's time for an intervention." I say to myself.

"I DON'T HAVE A MY SPACE PROBLEM!!! WHY DON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME!!!" as I'm tapping the syringe filled with My Space while I tie off my mouse clicking wrist.

The above scenario was a dramatization of an actual moment.

OK, it was a complete falsehood, but it sure was funny in my head.

It just came to me as I was going through my online rituals.

I check My Space.

I check my emails.

I check out POGO.

I go to Project Play list spend a few minutes there.

Afterwards I look at the time and realize I have used up all my time and I have to rejoin the real world (NOT the MTV series...albeit the best one was Real world 2 L. A.). So I quickly write down some nonsense and hope you don't realize what a piece of crap it is.

INTERMISSION

OK, The Internet is the Devil (pronounced deb-bull).

Thas fo shoe.

Since I mentioned The Real World, I actually went and looked to see what happened to Jon, Irene, Dominic, Aaron, Beth 1 and 2, Glenn, Tami and David. A sad truth is that I knew their names without having to look them up.

OK back to the regularly scheduled blog entry.

INTERMISSION OVER

And that my friends is the how and why of my blogs. It's sad that I know all this, and I still try and write one of these things as often as I can.

You guys deserve better quality blogs.

With that said, ladies and gents, I'll be calling this the end for todays entry.

Damn it, I still have to check my email!!

Mahalo â nui

FREE RANGE, ORIGINAL RECIPE or EXTRA CRISPY revisited

My wife tells me that I have to redo this entry. She looked at me and asked "Are you even trying anymore?"

I was all like "What you doin' gettin' all up in mah bizness!" in my head.

The words that actually came out were "Umm honey I was kind of tired, and I wanted to get it down before I forgot."

Which now that I think about were also the words in my head when I was originally asked if I was even trying.

I think I gots to keep away frum dat MTV...word.

So she suggested that I should probably rewrite it.

So I guess here you have Free Range, Original Recipe or Extra Crispy revisited...

It's Saturday afternoon, and we just finished a stint at the white trash Bloomingdales (I have this love/hate thing with Wal-Mart shoppers) and my wife sees the sign for the Elegant Farmer. She sees this damn sign at least once a week, and at least once a week she says one of these days we should check it out. It finally turned into one of these days, and my wife and I were on our way to the Elegant Farmer.

Gentlefolks, let me explain that I'm not a very big fan of the rustic/farm/craft type establishments (which this totally was) and looking back I should not have been surprised...but I'm getting ahead of myself.

My wife was looking at all the products they carry. Jam's, pies, fresh dairy products, some knick-knacks , you know. Basically, if it has a price tag on it she's going to give it a once over.

Not me, all I was looking for the freshly slaughtered and ready to cook animals that will fill my belly with goodness.

AND I FIND IT!!!

Wooooohoooo went the victory scream!

Hunter/Provider find meat.

Hunter/Provider bring meat to cave.

Hunter/Provider is interrupted with words.

Hunter/Provider is confused.

Sign say this "happy chicken."

These are happy chickens? They have been fed a good and healthy diet? They are free range? They have had a happy life? They are HOW FRIKKEN MUCH?!?!?

And all the other meat products have very similar descriptions.

And they all have pretty much the same reaction from me. Emphasizing "the HOW FRIKKEN MUCH?!?!?" part.

I Like Meat.

Not in the gay way, but in the steak with a side of steak and some pork chops or chicken to take home kind of way.

YUMMY STEAKS! A GOOD BURGER WITH BACON. DEEP FRIED CHICKEN. NOW THAT'S EATIN FOLKS.

Believe me when I say I am no friend of PETA.

I think that every pet is an emergency meal (you know, when the end of the world comes).

I may not go actively hunt said critters, but I fully support those that do.

I think that if a couple thousand bunny rabbits and mice must suffer for make-up that the woman I love wears, than by god put that lip gloss on Mickey and Bugs needs some blush.

If I get to live a little bit longer because they used said little critters in medical experiments, than by all that's holy, I'll get you a few more myself.

I'm getting off track. Sorry.

My PETA thoughts are on a back burner for a wee bit longer. This is about the happy animals that are going to be my lunch/dinner.

I don't care what kind of life my food had. I don't care if it ate well. I don't care if it was from an award winning stock.

All I care about is whether its 350 degrees for 40 minutes or 340 degrees for 50 minutes.

I do not want a history lesson with my meal. I don't want to know what part of the country my tomatoes were grown in. I don't need to know what kind of cow gave me milk for the ice cream I am eating.

I really don't need to know how happy my dinner was.

Because unless I am not mistaken, at this point happiness in no longer part of the equation. The only part of the equation left is "and what sides would you like with your meal?"

So a happy chicken? Who cares.

A fried chicken in a bucket of extra crispy with a side of slaw and mashed taters, please and thank you.


So lovely wifey o'miney...is this up to my usual witty yet pointless waste of cyberspace that you expect and love me for??

I ALMOST FORGOT

WAY TO GO GIANTS!!!!

ANY TEAM THAT DOES NOT

AND I REPEAT

DOES NOT HAVE RANDY MOSS CAN WIN!!!

THIS TIME IT HAPPENS TO BE THE GIANTS!!!

I can live with that.

FREE RANGE, ORIGINAL, or EXTRA CRISPY

Over the weekend Season and I were checking out the Elegant Farmer. I guess if you is from a big city where there isn't much access to a working farm, this would be an impressive place. But for us almost on a farm types...it's pretty much old hat.

But anyway, we were walking around and something finally hit me.

We were looking at the "Happy Chickens." Yes, the frozen dead ready to cook Happy chickens. The 30 minutes at 350 degrees and then you have a meal happy chickens. I'm sorry, I don't think these are happy chickens anymore.

In my personal opinion, there are no such things as free range chickens. If you have to feed them or else they starve, that is not free range, it's just a bigger more open cage.

I also don't want to hear how well they lived. I don't need to know their dietary habits. All I want to know is if it's original or extra crispy.

This actually goes for all animals that are bred and raised to be a meal or a clothing item.

It's not because knowing the truth might skew my desire for meat or leather. It's a much simpler reason than that. I just don't care enough for it to matter. They will all die in one way or another. Just this way I get good food and cool coats.

And what else is there after that?

PART OF YOUR WORLD - The LITTLE MERMAID

Yeah still going through my sappy moment. I LOOOVE this song.

KISS THE GIRL - The LITTLE MERMAID

I'm such a sap. I LOVE this song. Yes, I'm the fool who sang along while it was playing. After I found it, I had to "check" to make sure the link worked just so I could sing it again.

P.S. My favorite part is when the seagull comes and does his screeching "wahhh wah wah" part.

TAKE ON ME - A-HA (family guy version)

THIS IS THE MOMENT - SEBASTIAN BACH

A BIKE AND GOD

Little Carol came into the kitchen where her mother was making dinner.

Her birthday was coming up and she thought this was a good time to tell her mother what she wanted. 'Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.'

Now, Little Carol was a bit of a troublemaker. She had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Carol's mother asked her if she thought she deserved to get a bike for her birthday. Little Carol, of course, thought she did.

Carol's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted her to reflect on her behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God and tell him why she deserved a bike for her birthday. Little Carol stomped up the steps to her room and sat down to write God a letter.

LETTER 1:

Dear God:

I have been a very good girl this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.

Your friend, Carol

Carol knew this wasn't true. She had not been a very good girl this year, so she tore up the letter and started over.

LETTER 2:

Dear God:

This is your friend Carol. I have been a pretty good girl this year, and I wouldlike a red bike for my birthday.

Thank you, Carol

Carol knew this wasn't true either. She tore up the letter and started again.

LETTER 3:

Dear God:

I know I haven't been a good girl this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good girl if you just send me a red bike for my birthday.

Thank you, Carol

Carol knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get her a bike. By now, she was very upset. She went downstairs and told her mother she wanted to go to church. Carol's mother thought her plan had worked because Carol looked very sad.

'Just be home in time for dinner,' her mother said. Carol walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. She looked around to see if anyone was there. She picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary , slipped it under her jacket and ran out of the church, down the street, into her house, and up to her room. She shut the door and sat down and wrote her letter to God.

LETTER 4:

I GOT YOUR MAMA.

IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.

Signed, YOU KNOW WHO

THANK U - ALANIS MORRISETTE

A THANKSGIVING BRAIN DRAINAGE

I sit here early in the morning and I am thankful for...

The thoughts are still mine

The people who read them online

I have a loving wife

I have a full life

I can still rant and carry on

The world, I still look upon

God is still in my heart

and that helps me not fall apart

I'm thankful for all that is questioned inside my brain

and for the fact that I'm still sane.

I am what I always wanted to be.

I am a grown up (which was news to me).

I stand tall and proud

I speak with words that confuse, and usually to loud

But mainly I am thankful for being me.

WHY IS IT, WHEN YOU LOSE SOMETHING, YOU LOOK LIKE HELL FOR IT?

You ever notice the only time you lose something and find the need to look for it, are the times right before you have to leave for somewhere and you need it for something?


But of course for the last 2 weeks it has meant nothing, not a care as to where or what it is. But now you're running late and the need to know where said object is and because it is imperative that it leave your home with you. Than and only than does it becomes a mad obsession.


You have to find it. Right now at this moment, because later will not suffice. At this juncture there is no later.


The only thing worse than the frenzied and panicked scramble, is when you call out the search party (you know, whoever finds it necessary to help out) that it becomes a life or death predicament.


Than when you have looked everywhere and have exhausted all you top secret resources (like looking in between the couch cushions or digging through the trash) that you try to call off the dogs from this code blue DEF-CON 5 engagement, that now it becomes a dire situation.


Now the rescue party doesn't listen (believing they know what's most prudent at this juncture), they continue looking for said object with idée fixe that makes King Kong's fixation on blonds seem like a passing fancy.


At this time I have accepted that the long lost object is MIA-presumed dead. I'm playing TAPS on the now long gone dealie-bob (can you believe I actually got that word from dictionary.com.....crazy).


During this moment the search party are still collecting data and going over the files and statistics repeatedly making sure that no stone went unturned (ergo looking in the same spots over and over again, yet coming up with the same results repeatedly). Yet here I am going (and yes I am making the stupid quote marks with my fingers) "its gone fergetaboutit!"


Now 10 minutes has gone by and I have mourned the missing object and I have found the strength to go on.


I am informed that the rescue parties have finally come to the same conclusion that I came to (even though I came to it 10 minutes earlier), it's gone the way of the planes over the Bermuda Triangle, gone, poof and mysteriously disappeared.


Why do I bring this up? Because I seem to find a little bit of happiness in the fact that since I could not rescue said object from the jaws of mystery that neither could anyone else.


I gave up on said object earlier, than to watch my cohorts frantically search the same places as if they were virginal and untouched (even though I know that not less than 30 seconds ago they had checked the same place). Needless to say it brought up a wonderful conclusion and anecdote, which I choose to share.


Look for something only as long as you have to.


There are things, no matter what you do, that happen. Not for the good or the bad, but they JUST happen.


Life with all of its ups, and downs, does not mean keep looking back and searching in the places you have already looked. It's about looking around as we travel forward, facing the future and exploring the unknown.

So today............... I Like It Here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR BOYS AND GIRLS, MEN AND WOMEN, YOUNG AND OLD, HAPPY NEW YEAR AND FACE THE FUTURE

THIS IS TRULY HOW MY BRAIN WORKS 3

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"Without music life would be a mistake."
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche


After the last few entries, I decided to just let the fingers flow with little assistance from the brain.

Right now "Hip Today" by Extreme is playing. It's only one of two songs on their fourth album I thought was any good. It's just a cool and funky rock song. No real thought process goes on in my waste of grey matter when it's playing. There's no emotional attachment to it either. It's like drinking water when you are thirsty. Most of the time you don't think about it, you just do it because you're thirsty.

Roadhouse Blues is being performed by Pearl Jam right now. This is one of my wife's favorite Doors tune's. I know she prefers the the original, but Gall dang it, it's Pearl Jam. This is such a great beer drinking, cigarette smoking and grooving song. I can sit here and just mellow to it all day long. It's been a quite a while since I just grooved to music with a cold beer. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow morning. Just chill and let the music carry me for a while. That sounds like a pretty good idea.

You ever notice how music and smells are the things that trigger memories the most. Stryper's Calling On You, takes me back to middle school, hanging out with my friend Neil, trying to find my place in the public school hierarchy, losing my identity and starting on the path that eventually led me to the here and now. Sadly, the smell of corn dogs does the same thing. The first time I had those was in middle school too.

I love groovin' songs. The kind that lift you up and just carry you along for a little while. Mother Love Bone's Stargazer is one of those type of songs. This was the band that actually opened my eyes to music that wasn't covered in Aqua net and spandex. It's actually pretty difficult to type while this song is playing. I just want to dance in my smooth seizure like way that I known for. It's sad and m-bare-ass-sing to boot.

Do you remember the first time, you saw a man fly on the big screen, and actually believed it? I was 6 years old. I remember being in complete awe. I remember tearing up because, thanks to movie magic, Christopher Reeve was flying. It's always been a fantasy of mine to be able to fly. Oh by the way it's the Superman movie theme, if you couldn't guess.

Now another Pearl Jam song and ironically it's Given to Fly. Yeah, that would be awesome. It's music like this, that makes me feel so special to have my hearing. After, experiencing such moving music, I can't fathom the idea of a world of silence. That, I truly believe, would be hell on earth.

I love Shotgun Messiah. I love the raw music, the raw lyrics and the raw vocals. I remember seeing them at Summerfest many years ago. I was so blown away by them, and when they played this song (Living Without You) I realized that the relationship I was a part of back then, was one that would never go anywhere.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. I have gone through so many days when I have felt like this. I wonder, how many of us have those "I think I'm going crazy" moments? I know for a little while, I had a hard time holding onto reality. Thankfully, the really bad days are behind me. Now I just have moments of doubt, which is an improvement. That was Unwell by Matchbox 20.

I know Creed is preachy. I know they are spiritual rock bordering very closely to god rock. But I really like Scott's vocals. I am a fan of the "rock" voice. The ones that are gritty and emotional. In My Own Prison you can almost feel the anguish, and you can definitely hear it. I would have to say that My Own Prison is my favorite Creed song.

OK...the random feature is really creeping me out. Metalingus by Alter Bridge is playing now. You know the members of Creed without Scott singing. I actually fell in love with song because Edge (a WWE wrestler) uses it as his entrance song, and it's just got this awesome chunky "ROCK ROAR," if you know what I mean.

And I'll be calling it a day with Train's "Calling All You Angels." I think this is such a pretty song. I have asked many of the questions that comprise the lyrics. I question so much, and I have so many problems accepting everything the way it is. There have been so many times I just wanted to give up, and be like most everyone else, a sheep that follows the herd. But then there's someone or something that pulls me back. Is it angels? Beats the hell out of me, but I always say thank you. You know, just in case.

Just thought I'd share my thoughts while most of my favorite songs are playing. I hope you enjoyed, or at least I hope you didn't fall asleep.

BEAUTIFUL GIRL STAY WITH ME

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"I am beautiful no matter what they say...I am beautiful in every single way"
Christina Aguilera "Beautiful"


A point when inspiration hits me is one of the greatest feelings in the world.

For example:

I'm watching Californication (which WILL most definitely be on my must watch list) and a statement is said, that I not only agree on, but thanks to my still working brain, charged up the ranting batteries.

Why are we trying to kill the "woman"?

Why are we telling women they are too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short, too ugly, too beautiful, too smart, too dumb, too virginal, too slutty, not sexy, too sexy, too plain, too busty, not busty enough, too "butch", too girlie, too average or any number of things I have missed. When did getting surgeries to "fix" these "flaws" become the norm? When did having surgically enhanced breasts become so important? Who the hell thought that "fixing" a woman's nether region with laser surgery, and then call it Cosmetic Vaginal Surgery & Vaginal Rejuvenation become a good idea? When did injecting Botulinum Toxin Type A become a trendy way to try to turn back time? Because personally speaking toxin, which is a poisonous substance produced during the metabolism and growth of certain microorganisms and some higher plant and animal species, being injected into a human being can't be a good thing, especially, if it's just to remove wrinkles. Since when did seeing every bone in your skeletal frame become sexy? Why is it so important for women to trim/shave/pluck/wax certain areas to be alluring? Shouldn't a woman look like a woman and not some prepubescent girl? Why must women diet/starve/count calories to be a size that, for some, is unhealthy to be at?

In my lifetime I have seen millions of women and they are all beautiful in their own skin and in their own way.

Sure I do find some women unattractive, but it's usually their personalities that do that. I've seen, talked, dealt, and slept with some very visually pretty girls who were bone deep ugly because of their inner selves. I have also seen, talked, dealt, and slept with some very visually unattractive women who were completely breathtaking when it came to that wonderful fire that burns within them.

The skin which we look at (and appreciate) and the bodies it covers, should never ever fit into any kind of mold. How boring would it be if every woman looked exactly the same? Hell, most people don't like driving cars that look the same as their neighbors, so why would you want a woman that looks just like your neighbors? It's that special and magnificent quality that separates women into their own, now say it with me, INDIVIDUALITIES, that makes them all unique and ravishing.

We all know that silly fact that no two snowflakes are the same. We marvel at this fact. It's something that we tell each other all the time. It's something that were told as kids.

"Look how beautiful and fragile each and every snowflake is. Because you know, no two are the same."

Yet we want all women to be the same size and shape, because if you're not, it needs to be fixed. If your too this or that, fix it, because if you don't, nobody will want you. No one wants a girl who says/believes that. You need to act like this because that is what is expected of you. If you don't look like (fill in whichever celebrity you want in here) well than you just aren't good enough.

---start of slightly off topic rant---

Take Paris Hilton, she's a dumb girl, who contributes nothing. She isn't a celebrity because of anything positive she might have done, but simply because she has money. She has no skills, has no talent, and believes that she is head and shoulders above all us "normal folks." Yet, she does something that gets her treated like a normal person and all of a sudden she's a fucking victim?!?! She than goes on a speaking tour, and then gets paid an ungodly amount of money (that she DOESN'T need) to tell everyone about the hell she has endured. AND YET, girls still want to be like her?? Fuck that!!!

---end of slightly off topic rant---

So we sit here and compare the women who are right in front of us, and fix them. You all know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about comments and statements like...

Well she'd be pretty if she lost some weight.

She'd be hot if her tits were bigger/smaller.

She has a butter face, she's so hot but her face.

Oh man she's so fat/ugly I wouldn't fuck her with YOUR dick.

Such a shame, she's a fucking dyke. What a waste.

After a couple of drinks I could fuck her.

She's a two bagger. One for her and one for me in case hers rips.

...or any others I have missed.

And we sit and wonder why women have eating disorders, mental issues, emotional crutches, and baggage. It's because we as a whole are giving it to them. Look around you. Every person on this planet is different. We all agree on that, correct? So why are we trying to cookie cut the females of this world. Too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short, too ugly, too beautiful, too smart, too dumb, too virginal, too slutty, not sexy, too sexy, plain, too busty, not busty enough, too "butch", too girlie, too average or another descriptive term you want, does not define the true works of art that walk this Earth.

All the cosmetic surgeries, botox injections, calorie counting, shaving, trimming, dyeing, dieting, and spackling you do will not make you look like someone else. It will still be you. And you still matter the most, under all those "improvements". When the day is done and the dust settles it's still only you living your life, so don't let anybody or anything change you. You will always be you. You will have to live with yourself, in the same skin, that you are trying so hard to fit into a mold that simply does not exist. A mold that should have been dead and buried a long time ago. A mold we should have never have made.

So in closing...

Be unique.

Be yourself.

Be beautiful.

Because you already are.

THIS IS TRULY HOW MY BRAIN WORKS 2

QUOTE OF THE DAY:"Whatever you believe with feeling becomes your reality."
Brian Tracy

Good Riddance by Green Day starts this off. Man I love this song. It's as true to life as a song can possibly be. How many times have we all sat here thinking about all that has come and question it, knowing that nothing can change it, but wonder "what if?" anyway. In my humble opinion this is one of the most perfect songs ever written.

How many of us "older folks" remember our days as freshman? Well Verve Pipe's Freshman is playing, and well to be very honest this song doesn't hit any "memory lane" moments, it's still a pretty cool song. I guess the connector for me is simply the fact that as kids, we never believe anything will affect us, than "the future" does a blind side bitch slap and all of a sudden we're growing up. That was one of the truly scary moments of my life. The very day I realized I wasn't a "kid" anymore. I think it happened about a week ago. LOL. Just kidding. It happened when my sister came home the first time. She was 3 days old, and I knew at that moment, that the rest of my life I would do all that I could do to make sure her and my mom would be safe...at my expense. Some day I'll tell you about that.

Hey There Delilah by the Plain White T's is one of those songs that I listen to, only because my wonderful wife sings along with it every time. So when this song comes on the radio, I never turn it off, because she seems to like it a lot. You know one day I'll have to ask her why she likes this song.

Oh My God!!! Bowling for Soup is on with Girl All the Bad Guys Want. This just takes me back to high school to one of my female friends. Melody was that girl. Man , you have no idea how many guys came up to me asking me to put in a good word for them. Sadly being the honest guy (cock blocking bastard), I was I never ever did.

'Cuz I'm Freeeeee Faaaallin' is one of the most memorable moments from the movie Jerry McGuire, because I have felt that moment. You know when you want to sing a song, and nothing good is playing. Then all of a sudden a song that you know the words too, and is at least an OK song comes on, than you belt it out with more passion than the song writer/performer ever had. hat's what I feel whenever this song comes on. That and up until I met Season, I was free falling. Just kind of landing where I landed, only to jump again, and every time, hoping that I would land somewhere nice. I finally did, thank god, because I don't know how many more rough landings I could have handled. By the way if you couldn't tell, this song was Free Fallin by Tom Petty.

You know that song that is almost about you, not completely but almost. That's what Pink's Don't Let Me Get Me is to me. You know, just wanting to be someone else. Hell at most times, it didn't even matter who it might be, but whoever it was it had to better than the skin I was wearing.

LOL...Finding a Good Man by Danielle Peck is just one of those really fun songs...even though it's kind of shitting on all us men. Sadly if it wasn't mostly true I'd be offended, but it kind of is.

OK, I'm not the most avid lyric listener type of person, but when I first heard this song, Hinder's Lips of an Angel I thought it was OK. But The song grew on me, that is until my wife heard it. She looked at me with complete horror. She asked me if I even knew what the song was about. And being the calm, cool collected individual I am I said...no it just sounds nice. Well than of course I had to look up the lyrics...well after I read the lyrics, the first person I had thought of, was Season. These were the conversations we had sort of. We never really expressed our feelings completely, well I tried at least. I asked her, and she gave me some line, about being intriguing, and I thought "Well I guess I'll settle." But we kept talking, and I kept hoping that she would say something that would let me know that she felt the same. Of course that didn't happen until much later. So I guess when ever I hear this song I think of all those conversations we had on yahoo, with both of us thinking the same thing, just neither of us knowing.

Dusty Springfield's Son of a Preacher Man, is the only reason I bought the Pulp Fiction Soundtrack. It's such a great song, that I always find myself singing along to it. The song is just so cool. AND I don't know why.

LOL, if there was ever a driving song this would be it. Gary Numan's Cars is such a great driving song, even though personally I prefer Fear Factory's version better. I love the chunky guitars in that version, but none the less it's a great road trip song.

Well it's almost 6 A.M. and I'm tired. So I'm going to bed...g'night all.

THIS IS TRULY HOW MY BRAIN WORKS

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"Without music life would be a mistake."
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche.

I read a blog where the writer does this every once in a while. He turns on his I-pod hits shuffle than writes, and shares the music. Well I don't have an I-pod, but between the music that I do have I set up a bunch of random stuff so let's get the show on the road

At this moment Cochise by Audislave is playing. It's such a great rock song. I find myself headbanging to it all the time. I just finished watching the Eureka on SCI FI. Check it out. It's a lot of fun.

The Man In Black is kickin it with I Walk The Line. He may have never been a great singer, but Johnny Cash is without a doubt a great songwriter, who honestly belives in the less is more approach. And yes I was a fan before the movie. Which was very good by the way.

I still don't know why I like this band, but I do. I can't name 98% of their songs but Oasis is very cool. The room is being filled with Wonderwall right now, and though it aint my most fave song by them, it sure is better than a lot of the crap that get's played on the radio. I got so sick of the radio and all the top 40 crap being played, I was listening to a station that was playing "all the hits of the 60's and 70's." There is something kind of odd yet refreshing hearing Fleetwood Mac, the Ramones, Beach Boys and the Bee Gees.

OK the Foo Fighters is by far one the coolest straight up rock n roll bands to come out in forever, and Best of You is one of the coolest rock songs that they do. I miss Nirvana though. I miss the passion and angst that Kurt Cobain possesed. Suicide pises me off. I have a lot of troubles forgiving those people who take the easy way out. It's like cutting off your arm instead of trimming a finger nail. It's an extreme stupidity for a single moment of pain.

Trace Adkins is singing about One Hot Mama, and now I'm thinking about my wife. Wait who am I kidding, I think about her a whole lot of the time. She just cut her hair, and I told her it looked nice, except that she missed this tiny spot, and that turned into a "OH GREAT I TRASHED MY HAIR" thing. This is the same girl who spent all this time on her hair one day, JUST so she could put a hat on. Maybe it's safer not getting it.

One by Metallica is starting now. I actually saw Johnny Got His Gun as a PBS play and it was so disturbing. I had nightmares for months. When I saw the video for One it brought back all those nightmares. You know I also saw the Elephant Man as a PBS play too. For some reason I want to say that David Bowie was in it. Hmmm, I may have to look that up one of these days.

Brooks and Dunne, Hillbilly Deluxe may not be my first choice but still a rockin song. Sorry, just had a bathroom break.

WOW, these guys are good. Has anyone heard of 36 Crazyfists or the song The Heart and The Shape. This is my first time hearing them and it. Some very cool head banging metal, very cool tune.

There are some bands who just sound so good no matter what it is they sing. Alice in Chains is one of those bands. The tune playing right now What The Hell Have I, and I am so groovin to it right now. You know I sorta feel like those guys who will continue to talk into your answering machine/voice mail just to take up space and time. Oh, wait, umm...hehe..sorry, I am one of those guys. I hate guys like that.

Ok I think this will be the last song of the night. DAMN...it's a long one. Radar Love by Golden Earring, is a great road song. I have no clue how many times this song has accompanied your truly on a Destination Nowhere Road Trip. Ok just in case I have never mentioned a DNRT is when you get in your car, you get on a/any highway and you drive. You give yourself a time limit of some kind. Whether it's actual time, a fill up, or whatever you decide on, and you drive. When you get to your limit you stop and see where you are. It's a great way to see the state you live in. It also helps when you have the wanderlust bug bite your ass.

OK, thanks for listening with me. Talk to you soon.

TAKE A MOMENT

This is for those who fell, and never stood again,

Those who chose bravery over timidity,

Who chose liberty over constraint,

Who stood for freedom,

Who knew the cost,

Who made that choice,

Who ultimately paid the price,

This is for you,

You are not forgotten.

You are remembered.

In every flag that waves,

With every word voiced,

With every freedom we hold dear,

This is for you.

Thank You,

We miss you,

We remember you,

Always.

I AM SO BUMMED

I wrote this today---


Blog-city is no longer free. I must leave my blog home by the end of the year. That kind of sucks. Luckily I have been backing everything up at blog spot. So I guess with this new announcement, this will be the last official entry. I'll be coming back once in a while to let you know where you can, if you want that is, read about the lack of adventures in my world. If you would like to you can visit me

here

http://www.myspace.com/coacearchives



thank you to all who have made this fun and sometimes not so fun, but You still came here.

Be well, be good, be true.

So since it's a major bummer for me.

I'll be back on Friday, to make up for last few days.

Thanks.

TOO TIRED THIS MORNING or GOING TO SLEEP NOW

Hi all.

I'm sorry but 2 many days of crappy sleep has officially kicked mine ass.

I'll try be here later today but I needs to get to bed.

HER WINGS FLAPPING

Have you ever heard the sound of her wings flapping?

The way they seem to lift your soul

Have you ever heard the sound of her wings flapping?

The way they beat back the sorrow

Have you ever heard the sound of her wings flapping?

The way it guides you back from the brink

Have you ever heard the sound of her wings flapping?

It sounds like butterfly kisses

Have you ever heard the sound of her wings flapping?

It sounds like a dewdrop forming

Have you ever heard the sound of her wings flapping?

It's sounds like a tear when it hits the ground

Have you ever heard the sound of her wings flapping?

It smells like sunshine

Have you ever heard the sound of her wings flapping?

It smells like a smile

Have you ever heard the sound of her wings flapping?

It smells like a breeze

Have you ever heard the sound of her wings flapping?

Have you?

ME

I don't need to hear it.
I already know.
You may think you're telling me some deep dark secret.
But I have a mirror.
My looks are not new to me.
It's not vanity talking.
Hell, it's not even me talking.
It's the damn truth.
Not sugar coated.
No pussy-footing.
But straight up, in your face truth.
I don't want to hear it.
I don't need to know your opinion.
This isn't a revelation that will change my thoughts.
Hell, this isn't a revelation that will make me blink.
You see what you want.
You say what you want.
And me, well, I'll be what I am.
And that's good enough for me.

THE CHILD

In the eyes of the man you can see the angry child, uncertain when his life will cease to be.

In the face of the man you can see the angry child, belligerent, unyielding, laughing, and spitting on the world.

In the soul of the man you can see the angry child, searching for a home and family that will never be.

In the hands of the man you can see the angry child, with balled and bloody fists fighting for his name and place.

In the body of the man you can see the angry child, trying to be a man, persevering to be a man, battling to be a man.

WHAT

Inside there is a hunger to be something,
I just don't know what.
There's a desire to arrive someplace,
I just don't know where.
There's a need to be someone,
I just don't know who.
There's a reason for all that I am,
I just don't understand it.
There's an idea in my head,
I just can't ponder it.
There's a passion in my soul,
I just can't feel it.
There's a song in my heart,
I just can't hear it.
There's a poem in my soul,
I just can't write it.
There's an awareness of my very essence,
I just can't define it.
There's a million questions,
I just can't answer.
There's a need to say something,
I just don't know what.

A WAY TO ORGANIZE MY RHYME WITHOUT REASON

"The conqueror and king in each one of us is the knower of truth. Let the knower awaken in us and drive the horses of the mind, emotions, and physical body on the pathway which that king has chosen."

George S. Arundale 1878 -1945

I am able to make plans and keep them, FINALY.

When I re-started this (again in some areas) I had a rough idea in my head about how I was going to go about it.

I knew I wanted to dedicate certain days to certain subjects (because being long winded and over-opinionated has it's drawbacks) and let myself go off on them.

My plan was simple. I needed to write 5 consecutive entries in 5 consecutive days.

Done.

Next, I was going to dedicate certain days to certain things. Fridays for music, Saturdays for emails, Sundays for links, Mondays for political and social commentary, Tuesdays for my poetry and lyrics, Wednesday for books/movies/music that I own and want to rave about and finally Thursdays are my miscellaneous days.

Because I am long winded and over-opinionated, I will still be blabbering away while doing all that other stuff.

So, this is where it's going to get a little harder for me because I need to keep this going for the rest of this month. Those few that know me physically (or from my earlier blogs) will know that I'm not much of a schedule keeper.

One of my dreams is to get paid for doing just this, writing.

To do that I need to be able to write everyday, but my writing has to improve also.

So, that's my plan.

Now with all that said, let's get this party started.

My poems are rarely pretty.

They are usually dark and brutally honest introspections. My life has not always been peaches and cream (and I know some of you share some of these feelings).

Somewhere along the road, I learned how to acknowledge those feelings in verse and even exorcise those personal demons. Sometimes, I'm just in a dark place and I write what I see and feel there. I felt I needed to explain a little about poems that will be posted shortly.

TURNING TRAGEDIES INTO MEDIA EVENTS or THE WHEELS OF MISERY GO ROUND AND ROUND

Quote of the day:

There will always be a part, and always a very large part of every community, that have no care but for themselves, and whose care for themselves reaches little further than impatience of immediate pain, and eagerness for the nearest good.

Samuel Johnson
English author, critic, & lexicographer (1709 - 1784)


I HATE THE NEWS!!

I REALLY DO!!

Why?

Because the little news they actually report, they end up sensationalizing it. It's not enough that there is a tragedy, but let's make sure that we can scare everyone else in America and make it worse. What the hell am I so incoherently talking about?

Well let's start at the beginning...

I don't watch the news anymore and haven't since 1988-1989. The local news channel had this commercial playing while I was getting ready for school.

The line went "RIGHT NOW THERE SOMETHING KILLING YOUR KIDS IN YOUR HOME." My sister was between 3-4 years old so this scared me, a lot! So that night I made sure to watch the news.

They talked about non-child proofed cabinets were leading to an increase of children's accidents and deaths.

At the time this pissed me off (and still does). They took something that every parent should do (but many don't), and turn it into a scare tactic to improve ratings.

I vowed that day to never sit down and watch the news. Something I have held true to this day (with the exception of September 11th, 2001 and for about a week or so after that truly tragic event).

So now let's fast forward to this past Saturday.

While Season and I were having a completely unhealthy breakfast at McDonald's I noticed a TV behind me. It was on CNN. Season says "Oh they're talking about the bus that crashed." I turn around and I see the tag line SAFE RIDES?

I started to lose it, but the simple fact that there were kids around I reigned it in, till today.

How much mileage can these so-called news stations drag out of misery, pain and death. I'm sorry but accidents happen. That is why they are called accidents.

Otherwise they would be called murder because they would be on purpose. My condolences to the families and loved ones of this shocking and heart breaking moment but a big FUCK YOU to so called news agencies who have turned it into a shock TV moment. FUCK YOU to the so called reporters who have turned this misfortune into a scare tactic to make Americans believe that they aren't safe anywhere.

The following bit of information, may open your eyes to what the media does to the truth.

According to data gathered for NHTSA's (National Highway Traffic Safety Administration) Fatal Analysis Reporting System, in school bus crashes over the last couple of decades, fewer that 10% of school bus occupants have had any injury and 90% were not injured at all. The occupant most frequently injured is the bus driver since that seating position does not have the same passive occupant protections that passenger seats have, such as flexible and padded seat backs.

The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration reports that 96 percent of the estimated 8,500 to 12,000 children injured in school bus accidents annually are considered minor (scrapes, bumps, bruises, etc.).

NHTSA calculated that 4 percent of the school bus-related injuries to children -- about 350 to 475 annually -- are serious (i.e. broken bones or worse) based on the medical community's widely accepted AIS or Abbreviated Injury Scale.

An average of six children are fatally injured inside school buses annually.

About 16 children are fatally injured as pedestrians in the loading & unloading zone around school buses annually. That's better than 200 percent improvement from 75 school bus fatalities in 1975; it is still not good enough.

I agree that these numbers are still not good enough. But it's an improvement and it's a very good start!

But compare those numbers to these.

On average, there are more than 6 million car accidents on the roads of the US, annually. More than 3 million people are injured in car accidents, with more than 2 million of these injuries being permanent.

According to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration there are about 43,000 people killed in fatal car accidents each year in the United States.

From this information I'd rather ride the bus then get into my car. But I'm not here to scare any of you. I'm just giving you the cold hard facts. There are accidents and whether it's a fender bender or a fatality they happen. Every accident that happens is an emotional and terrifying moment. All we can do, as a whole, is try to be safer. Pay attention to our actions, reactions and environments.

But mostly we as a whole need to be educated to the truth.

Not to the exploitative journalism that preys on our fears.

Not the tabloid journalism that twists the facts.

Especially not to the ratings whores who take these horrific moments, to intimidate and terrorize us all.

Let me leave you with this last article because I agree with everything he says.

Why America's media sucks
November 19, 2004By Ben Ho
Media herding is something that always piqued my interest. During the Clinton administration, church burning suddenly became a big issue. It seemed like the news was reporting a new incident every other week.
They held Congressional hearings. Important men fulminated about the rampant problem of racism.
Then you look at the data, and the number of church burnings had been decreasing monotonically for as long as data was available. In fact, it was at an all-time low that year. The only thing that changed was the media coverage.
A few years ago, the big media story was shark attacks; lots of scary articles warning about shark attacks. Yet again, looking at the data, the numbers were tiny - less than the chance of getting struck by lightening - and again, there were fewer attacks than in previous years.
A year ago, it was kidnappings of young white girls, though once again, the number of kidnappings has also been declining.
Court cases are particularly amusing. Why is Scott Peterson so prominent, when there are lots of murders each year that people ignore?
One possible explanation is that the media is only giving the public what it wants to hear.
When one media outlet figures out a story that resonates with the people, the others just jump on the bandwagon and copy it. Once the media makes a big fuss, people start to think the story is important, and it feeds on itself - a vicious cycle of triviality.
The question to ask is how problematic is it?
Having this deluge of stories around a few select anecdotes often gives very wrong impressions about the actual state of the world.
The problem is that statistics and data are boring. They lack salience. People are much more likely to remember the poor woman with ragged clothes and disheveled hair than arcane numbers about those in poverty.
I read Time magazine every week. I am bothered by the fact that most of their news articles are primarily based on random quotes from random people across the country.
Who are these people? In a story about unemployment, they interview three random people and somehow think they have provided a complete picture of the problem.
I remember a few years ago, there was the Million Mom March in Washington, D.C. where women showed up protesting the lack of child safety locks on guns. They probably had in mind the horrible stories they saw in papers about little kids who accidentally shoot themselves.
Economist Steven Levitt finds that, statistically, having a swimming pool in a house is 100 times more deadly to children than having a gun. Levitt's point is not that we should have more guns, but that we spend so much time worrying about guns that we forget about safeguarding our children from far more significant dangers.
Hepatitis and malaria - both preventable diseases - kill more people a year in Africa than AIDS, yet AIDS gets all the media attention and more funding. AIDS is just a sexier disease than malaria. Lack of awareness has serious consequences.
Despite my general pessimistic view on the selective focus on social issues by the American populace, this is one area where I do think education can work.
It needs to start here. Harvard - yes, the Stanford of the East - actually had the good idea in requiring a statistics class for all of its undergraduates. The university wants its students to find meaning in statistics and be aware of their potential misuse.
An old definition of a scientist is someone who can get excited by a page of numbers. But we need everyone to get excited.
An informal poll of federal judges found that the great majority could not define the following words: mean, mode and median.
At the very least, we need reporters to be educated. It may be that salient anecdotes are the only means to get their point across. So far, they haven't been driving the right point home.

A SEASON FOR SATURDAYS or AN EASY WAY TO MAKE A BLOG ENTRY

Quote of the day: "Make the ones who screwed you over realize that their selfishness has only made you better and stronger--because you have made yourself better and stronger"

Matt Hardy http://www.myspace.com/theonlymatthardy


It's Saturday morning. I can't really sleep. Just spent a hell of a long time looking for a quote of the day I really liked. I guess I'm looking for those little bits of wisdom that we all say and don't realize we have said it. Sometimes they pop out at you, and sometimes you have to look for them. I guess it always like that when it comes to dealing with life. Well yesterday I said I would look for some cool music and that works for Fridays. So I decided that on Saturdays, because I would rather spend my days with my wife, that I would make this an email day. During the week I sometimes get emails from Season (in a moment of tenderness I accidently combined my wife's first and middle names and Season was born, I know she wouldn't mind me using her real name but for some reason this kinda stuck...well for this lil waste of space at least). Sometimes they're funny and sometimes, they are thought provoking. Well this being the first SEASON FOR SATURDAYS I figured I'd go with funny. So here you go...

GOD, RELIGION AND CHILDREN

A little boy was overheard praying: "Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it. I'm having a real good time like I am."

After the christening of his baby brother in church, Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, the boy replied, "That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I wanted to stay with you guys."

One particular four-year-old prayed, "And forgive us our trash baskets as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets."

A Sunday school teacher asked her children as they were on the way to church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?" One bright little girl replied "Because people are sleeping."

A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin 5, and Ryan 3. The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson. "If Jesus were sitting here, He would say, 'Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.' Kevin turned to his younger brother and said, "Ryan, you be Jesus!"

A father was at the beach with his children when the four-year-old son ran up to him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore where a seagull lay dead in the sand. "Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked. "He died and went to Heaven," the Dad replied. The boy thought a moment and then said, "Did God throw him back down?"

A wife invited some people to dinner. At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said, "Would you like to say the blessing?" "I wouldn't know what to say," the girl replied. "Just say what you hear Mommy say," the wife answered. The daughter bowed her head and said, "Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?"

A 3 year old saying the blessing at dinner. "God is great, God is good" "Let us spank him for our food".

GOD, THE DEVIL AND MAN

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.

Then using God's great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream and Krispy Creme Donuts. And Satan said, "You want chocolate with that?"

And Man said, "Yes!" and Woman said, "and as long as you're at it, add some sprinkles." And they gained 10 pounds.

And Satan smiled.

And God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair.
And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat, and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 6 to size 14.

So God said, "Try my fresh green salad."

And Satan presented Thousand-Island Dressing, buttery croûtons and garlic toast on the side.

And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.

God then said, "I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them."

And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter.
And Man gained more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.

God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it "Angel Food Cake," and said, "It is good."

Satan then created chocolate cake and named it "Devil's Food."

God then brought forth running shoes so that His children might lose those extra pounds.

And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels.

And Man and Woman laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.

Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition.

And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fried them.

And Man gained pounds.

God then gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite.

And Satan created McDonald's and its 99-cent double cheeseburger. Then said, "You want fries with that?"

And Man replied, "Yes! And super size them!"

And Satan said, "It is good."

And Man went into cardiac arrest.

God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.

Then Satan created HMOs.

BEST BREAKUP LETTER...EVER!

A Marine stationed in Afghanistan recently received a letter from his girlfriend back home. It read as follows:

Dear Ricky,

I can no longer continue our relationship. The distance between us is just too great. I must admit that I have cheated on you twice since you've been gone, and it's not fair to either of us. I'm sorry.

Please return the picture of me that I sent to you.

Love,

Becky


The Marine, with hurt feelings, asked his fellow Marines for any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters, ex-girlfriends, Aunts, cousins etc. In addition to the picture of Becky, Ricky included all the other pictures of the pretty gals he had collected from his buddies. There were 57 photos in that envelope along with this note (I so totally LOVED this!):

Dear Becky,

I'm so sorry, but I can't quite remember who the hell you are. Please take your picture from the pile, and send the rest back to me.

Take Care,

Ricky


So there you have it. Have a great day. And I'll see you 2-morrow

WOOOOOOOOO!!! or WOW, YOU MEAN THERE'S STUFF ON THE WEB BESIDES PORN????

Quote of the day:

"as if the word alternative automatically means something good. I mean, suicide is an alternative to life but that doesn't mean it's a good thing ya know? LOL"

Gregory Helms http://www.myspace.com/gshelms


Alright, I made it.

Yeah baby!!

Go me!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

It's the little things in life that make me happy. And it's the little things in life that don't mean too much, until you look back and realize that upon reflection it wasn't a lot of little things, but one long wonderful journey filled with ups, downs, goods, bads, rejoices and regrets.

I hope you are all in good health and high spirits because I have a little story to tell.

It's not a monumental story, as a matter of fact it's kind of a rewrite, because in my infinite lack of wisdom I lost the original post, and now I have to rewrite it.

Which normally would have pissed me off to know end, but instead I get to write a concise and clear tale.

It all started after the death of HAL (if you don't understand read the previous entry). After I brought home HAL-2, I was in quite a funk.

So after playing POGO for a couple of weeks and hearing about this new online community called My Space, well I decided to be on the cutting edge of trends and make myself a My Space page.

It was a slow process (because if it isn't porn, I'm lost). When it was time to choose my profile pic, I wanted it to be fun and cute.

Partly because I'm not fun and nor cute. Actually I'm pretty boring and mostly average looking.

I know when my wife reads this she'll go off on me...AGAIN. But it's my story and I'll tell it the way I want to.

I went to some My Space pages and started looking at some of the profile pictures.

I saw a lot of people use South Park style images, and I said to myself "Jose, those are pretty cool AND nifty!!" (yes I actually talk to myself and use my name. Why? Cause that's what my name is, and I wanted to make sure that I was listening).

So being a Jeff Hardy fan (he's a wrestler for the WWE for those that don't know) and seeing how cool AND nifty some of the South Park Jeff's were, I decided to look for one that yours truly could use.

I went to Google because Google knows all. So I typed in Jeff Hardy (of course in my usual lack of wisdom I did NOT click on images link but the usual standard Google search).

Lo and behold a name came up at a site and I said "Holy Moley Jose!! Jeff's brother Matt has a My Space page!! I must check this out, because it's probably a some person just pretending."

If you think that's a long winded self conversation, you outta see me when I have to do housework. I spend hours telling myself why I should stop watching the Arena Rock station on digital cable and go dishes instead.

I went to check it out and much to my delight, it actually is the Matt Hardy myspace site with the real Matt Hardy.

I then noticed he had a blog, and since I like reading blogs I checked it out. I read his blog and saw that has a list of "REAL WRESTLER" My Space sites.

So I said "Jose you aren't doing anything else right now, you might as well check them out."

And all was good in the universe.

Now why am I talking about all of this? Well today while watching TV (or more accurately while I was watching South Park, she was reading last months WWE Magazine.) It dawned on me how much she has gotten into sports entertainment.

I should add that she also spent some time reading the WWE MAGAZINE SPRING PREVIEW because it had a profile and brief history on most of the WWE superstars.

Because of her tendency to get sick or faint at the sight of blood, there are some matches she can't and won't watch.

She either loves or hates the story lines, critiques the matches, gives her opinions on the wrestlers (both new and old) and of course she gets vocal when it's a wrestler she loves (or hates).

I guess I feel very special knowing that she has taken a very REAL interest into one of passions, and that we can actually enjoy it together.

I'M BACK...AGAIN AND FOR THE FIRST TIME

I know.

Just when you get used to the idea of me being on here the computer gods treat me like a litter box.

Since the premature demise of the previous HAL (you know from 2001 a space odyssey), I was pretty much devastated. I lost a lot of things I was working on. A book, a couple of stories, a lot of poems that I was really proud of, some web comic ideas and story lines and some social and political stuff I was working on (you know to make this world a better place to live).

It all went the way of dookie in a flush.

Two months later I get a new HAL (see above what this means). The first thing I did was log in to write my "I'm back Again" blog...and nothing.

I had nothing to say.

My "Hey look I'm back again" self promo parade went the way of beta max and Stretch Armstrong.

I was finally defeated by the computer pantheons. So since I was blank, I went to the back up plan, I surfed.

That's right ladies and gentlemen I caught up on the web comics and blogs and in the process I found a few more areas of possible internet distractions.

I found new and better ways to waste time.

But I kept coming back here, for the inspiration to get me blogging again.

Eventually I found it. Sort of.

I had to update the blog and found out I could make it more me. That started some ideas rolling.

THEN, I started playing around on My Space and of course being the trend setter I am, I created a My Space page with some fun things but not that different than here. The Blog you read here, will be the same blog there.

Eventually, I will combine everything I have written and assemble it all in one place but that's a project that's destined for the future.

For some of you I'm Back...and thank you for having me.

For others Hi, I hope you enjoy the train wreck that is me.

UNSCHEDULED HIATUS

HAL has officially died.

Right now I am stealing my sisters so I can let you all know what's happened.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Jose

FEELING SAPPY 2

Now anybody in the "country music know" has heard of Martina McBride. She has a beautiful voice, and not bad on the eyes. Oh give me a break...I'm a guy, I notice things like that, hee hee. So about a month or so ago, I was at work and the local rock station (the HOG 102.9) was just pissing me off. They were playing the same people over and over, so I switched to a country station, specifically FM 106.1. Well they do a syndicated late show for their graveyard shift called After Midnight with Blair Garner. Well he was making this big deal about playing a song for the first time, not on any album, just written kinda thing. Than he starts saying that it will be "officially debuted" on the CMA awards.

Well ok, that perked up my ears, and than he mentioned that it was Martina McBride AND that she co-wrote it. He also said that Martina's husband had sent them the recording and that they would have Martina on. Well now I had to hear it. This cat was curious. A piquing was occurring. So later that night, she was on, they talked a bit, than they played her song.

It was a beautiful and inspiring piece. Her vocals were as usual dead on. But the music and lyrics moved me and still do. The song is Called "Anyway" and is in my opinion a damn near perfect song.

So here ya go...

LYRICS

You can spend your whole life building something from nothing
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway
You can chase a dream that seems so out of reach and you know it might not ever come your way
Dream it anyway

God is great, but sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway, I do it anyway

This world's gone crazy and it's hard to believe that tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway
You can love someone with all your heart, for all the right reasons, and in a moment they can choose to walk away
Love 'em anyway

God is great, but sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway, I do it anyway

You can pour your soul out singing a song you believe in that tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway, sing it anyway

I sing, I dream, I love, anyway


and now the song

FEELING SAPPY

You know those times when a song (or in this case a pair of songs) hits the heart strings and makes you laugh, think or it justmakes you tear up? Well that's the case here. It's a song by a country guy named Rodney Atkins. Now this isn't his first album, it's his 3rd and it's called If You're Going Through Hell.

(That's something I found out just before I started writing this...well as I was saying)

He caught my attention with a song called "If You're Going Through Hell (Before the Devil Even Knows)." Now anybody who knows me, I'm the worst song lyric memorizer of all time. Hell there's songs I LOOOOVE that I still don't know all the lyrics to...but again with the difressing. Well by the 3rd or 4th time I heard that song (and lyrics) were stuck in my medulla oblongata.

This time for some reason, completely unknown to me, his second single off this album (gawd does that show my age...I guess to you wee ones in case you have no clue what is referred to when one mentions albums, the terminology of the "street talk" would be...his second single off this CD. See, I'm educating and teaching. It's just something I do. LOL) is called "Watching You" and it it makes me get all emotional and weepy. So after all that here it is.

Lyrics

Driving through town just my boy and me
with a happy meal in his booster seat
knowing that he couldn't have the toy till his nuggets were gone
green traffic light turned straight to red
i hit my breaks and mumbled under my breath
as fries went a flying and his orange drink covered his lap
well then my four year old said a four letter word
that started with "s" and i was concerned
so i said son now where did you learn to talk like that

chorus one

he said i've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
i'm your buckaroo, i wanna be like you
and eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
we got cowboy boots and camo pants
yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
i wanna do everything you do
so i've been watching you

we got back home and i went to the barn
i bowed my head and i prayed real hard
said lord please help me help my stupid self
then this side of bedtime later that night
turning on my son's scooby doo nightlight
he crawled out of bed and he got down on his knees
he closed his little eyes, folded his little hands
and spoke to god like he was talking to a friend
and i said son where'd you learn to pray like that

chorus two

he said i've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
i'm your buckaroo, i wanna be like you and
eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
we like fixing things and holding mama's hand
yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
i wanna do everything you
do so i've been watching you

bridge

with tears in my eyes i wrapped him in a hug
said my little bear is growing up
he said but when i'm big i'll still know what to do

chorus three

cause i've been watching you dad, ain't that cool
i'm your buckaroo, i wanna be like you
and eat all my food and grow as tall as you are
then i'll be as strong as you and superman
we'll be just alike, hey won't we dad
when i can do everything you do
cause i've been watching you

and now the video...

PRETTY PICTURES

What a pretty picture we make.

So happy that you'd never see the black cesspool that grows bigger and bigger where a heart should be. You don't see anything but what you want to see.

"You were all so happy what went wrong?"

Fucking pricks and cunts. You keep closing your eyes and plugging your nose to the festering pile of shit that you put in a pretty picture frame. You obviously missed the fighting, the screaming and the avoiding of each other.

"It'll work itself out."

Lying bastards.

"We didn't see this coming!"

Ignorant and useless mother fuckers. You'd see everything if you took your heads out of your respective and collective fecal orifices. You didn't see anything because it was better for you if you didn't see anything.

"Oh he would never do that!"

Yes, you are so right because the bruises on my back, arms and throat came from the gentle hugs and words of appreciation. Yes, that's where it comes from. Not from an alcoholic tap dance done on a body because you were late coming home from school, by 10 minutes. It had nothing to do with him being a mean mother fucker whenever he swam in his haze of booze.

Or from a loving mother who said "Stop it, if you want to kill him I'll do it for you," than gave a loving embrace with two hands around my throat.

Yeah thanks for the save.

You want a pretty picture?

I can't give you one.

If that's all you expect from me, than you never knew me.

I can live with that.

I already have.

And I still am.

GIRL TAKES A PHOTO EVERYDAY FOR 3 YEARS

Now this is a cool concept that takes planning and a lot of patience. Now the overall effect is cool as hell, especially when you notice the changes, and it's a pretty decent way to kill a couple of minutes.
Girl Takes A Photo Everyday For 3 Years

29 YEARS OF WASTING TELEVISION TIME

I shared this bit of information with my wife a while back and now I share it with you.

I have wasted 29 years of my life watching wrestling.

Up until I was in fourth grade, I thought it was real. There was this moment in the AWA - American Wrestling Association, when Jumping Jim Brunzel (who happened to be one of my favorite wrestlers) gets "cut with a sword" by Sheik Adnan Al-Kaissy and I was in tears. Begging my mom to find out what hospital (because of course, he was taken away on a stretcher) he was at so I could visit and give him well wishes.

Looking back, I can very honestly say, "Yes I was(and still am) a mark."

Of course now being at the ripe young age of 34 with too much wrestling knowledge, I sit there and complain about weak matches, weak story lines and weak mic skills.

My wife will sit and watch it with me (as long as it's not a bloody match-you see she tends to faint at the sight of blood) and she gets excited and pissed off at the wrestlers or the story lines too.

She enjoys watching the high fliers (she tends to refer to it as "a dance") as compared to the brawlers, but she can watch a technical match too. And bless her heart, she has the wrestlers that just piss her off.

These are the wrestlers that tend to be heels (or the bad guys). Of course, in my ultimate lack of wisdom and when I want to get under her skin, I have a tendency to emulate their poses and/or catch phrases...which tend to drive her nuts (and not in a good way).

So why am I talking about this now? I just finished watching Monday Night Raw and it was actually a fun show.

There was, as usual, a few weak moments but overall a fun way to waste 2 hours.

Another reason I'm talking about it is simply because I can. I am a fan. I have been a fan for quite a while. It's something my grandfather got me watching...and to this day I still do.

Jose

TIS THE SEASON WHO SHARES...

Season played this for me,

and now I give it to you,

because she says it's funny.

And she's standing over my shoulder insisting how funny it is.

Telling me I should be laughing louder

now she's using force to make me laff louder.

COME MONDAY IT'LL BE ALL RIGHT (except for the fact of work...that just sux)

It's Monday afternoon...I just woke up...and I'm already running behind. Gotta be running now...can't be late for work. Just thought I'd tell you all how my day is going. And right now, it sucks.

Jose

SUNDAY MY PRINCE(ss) WILL COME, SUNDAY WE'LL MEET AGAIN

Just another boring Sunday. Had breakfast for supper, got laundry done and watched Dexter, and now I'm going to bed. Talk to you tomorrow.

Jose

THERE'S NO BUSINESS LIKE SNOW BUSINESS

We have had our first official snow day, well rain, freezing rain, sleet and than snow but it is SE Wisconsin, so around here you get used to the idea of the varied precipitation.

Which on the plus side means it's almost Christmas.

On the negative side it also means I have to actually buy a shovel to clear away some of that wintry goodness away from the front door.

But another plus...it means a lot more snuggling with Season.

Negative side...I get to feel the sub-arctic coldness from her tush and feet when we sleep.

Plus side, means working on new ways to warm her up.

Negative side, it means our cats are going to be a lot more aggressive come sleep time, because who knew with all that fur, those rotten little monsters want more warmth and start hogging the bed...while we're still sleeping in it.

Oh well...

Time to go watch Cars, because that's what ya supposed to do on a Saturday morning.

Watch cartoons, that is.

OK be back soon.

Jose

STUNNING IMAGE

stolen with respect to the originals at

http://www.athropolis.com/news/berg-pic.htm for the text and to

http://fazigu.org/~quinn/ejokes/ for the image


A Beautiful ... but Impossible Photograph

This dramatic picture of an iceberg weighing approximately 300 million tonnes has been represented as taken by a drilling rig manager off the coast of Newfoundland.

Supposedly, the water was calm and the sun was almost directly overhead so that the diver was able to get into the water and take the picture.

But how could anyone take such a picture? The maximum visibility in water is 200 feet. You could never see the underside of an iceberg that size in one shot - and where does all the light come from at that depth?

In fact, the picture is not real. It is a digital composite by

Ralph Clevenger,

a nature and underwater photographer who finds the stories circulating about his "impossible" picture amusing.

Four separate images were used; the sky, the background, the top iceberg (shot in Antarctica), and the underwater iceberg (shot above water in Alaska and flipped upside down).

The picture does, however, accurately represent the amount of an iceberg that is hidden underwater. It was designed to illustrate the concept of "what you see is not necessarily what you get".

MORE CRAP ABOUT ME...YOU MIGHT NEED A PLUNGER

1) Do you panic when people come over and feel the need for your home to be "perfect?"

YES!!!

2) On a scale from 1-10, how organized are you?

3

3) Have you ever played laser tag? Paint ball?

NO!!! I don't like being shot at. Period!

4) How many bottles of wine are in your house right now? Liquor? Cases of beer?

0, 0, 0

5) Have you ever tried "Eastern" methods of medicine or other "alternative" methods?

Nope

6) What is your desktop picture? Screen saver?

Some comic my wife found on the net, and no screen saver

7) Who put on the best concert you've ever been to?

Motley Crue

8) How many songs do you have in iTunes (or other mp3 organizer)? About how many cds do you own?

0, and close to 400

9) What is your favorite piece of computer software?

the whole thing...if it was just a piece, wouldn't that mean it was broken?

10) Why did the chicken cross the road?

cuz it was easier than trying to drive with those claws and wings

BACK AGAIN...FRONT AGAIN...SIDE TO SIDE...NOW WERE DOING THE CHA CHA

I've been married to my wife for 199 days and been living with her for 564 days and she is THE girl.

She fills me with joy, pain, happiness, sadness, lust, desire, love and pisses me off beyond belief.

She's the girl I can't walk or runaway from, and being a guy who has done both(a lot) that's saying quite a bit.

She leaves me little notes in my emails. They're little one or two sentences statements, but they mean the world to me.

Right now she's sleeping, and I was watching her sleep, and it is one of the most beautiful sights I have been witness to. I am able to see the wonder of her sleeping and waking up.

I'm born again every time I see her smile and laugh and I die a little bit every time she cries or is in pain, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

We share the little adventures, tragedies and mundane moments that, when you piece them together, is our lives.

This blog is named after the moment that we started to realize that we were meant to be friends, partners, lovers, husband and wife. It was a simple little dance, done to appease an un-relentless friend...and we danced.

That was the first true step we took together on our journey.

When I stumble or fall, I swallow my pride, and I take that extended hand.

I may kick and scream while doing it, but there it is, my hand in hers.

It's early and this slow dance song is over. I have a wonderful woman waiting for me, and I've kept her waiting long enough.

The next song will start shortly.