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Mar 9, 2008
Mar 8, 2008
TWITTER THOUGHTS
I've seen my hopes and dreams A lying on the ground I've seen the sky, just begin to fall he said, ”All things pass into the night"
A BETTER WORLD
I have admitted on many occasions that I am not a smart man nor am I a wise man, this my friends is fact.
My wife tends to get upset with me when I say that, and I have never understood why. I'm not saying I'm dumb, I'm just saying I'm not smart.
Well, anyway that's neither here nor there, this starts with my search for something to read.
I was looking for something insightful and intelligent to read.
I was looking for something of depth beyond he/she screwed me and now I'm pissed.
Being fairly new to the drama, disputes and wars of and among bloggers I wanted to read something that would for all purposes make me think.
I read a couple of things that made the brain start firing out some thoughts. It was actually a very good feeling knowing that I can still have some pretty deep thoughts running through the same brain that can name most of the Justice League along with 75% of the Smurfs and a few Fraggles.
So this is what I have come up with. That there are basically two groups of people standing forever on the battle lines of this world.
Why must battle lines be drawn anyway? I mean whatever happened to loving your neighbor? What happened to all men created equal? What happened to the phrase "your fellow man"?
According to the bible we're all technically brothers. If you're not into the bible but into evolution, than aren't we one big tribe separated at half past the dawn of time?
But instead we all seem to live in this mode of thinking...
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards (fill in the blank) and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards (fill in the blank).
You know I honestly don't understand this. Because when you break it down it goes like this...
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards homosexuals and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards homosexuals.
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards blacks and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards blacks.
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards Jews and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards Jews.
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards men and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards men.
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards Americans and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards Americans.
And it goes on and on.
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards (fill in the blank) and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards (fill in the blank).
This is sadly the core of humanity.
The fact that we are not happy unless you are on one side or the other. You're either for or against whatever topic you wish champion or attack. We must be at war with someone or something.
Of course if you choose to not be either, you have no convictions or strength of character.
I guess what confuses me the most is who do you condemn or praise?
Do you condemn the guy who has his dog fight for profit or fun or do you condemn an organization that not only condones but has actually praised the fact that violence is used against their fellow man for the sake of the dog?
Do you condemn the Christian who with a fevered passion and religious zeal shoots at or blows up an abortion clinic or do you condemn the Muslim who with a fevered passion and religious zeal shoots at or blows up a building?
Do you praise the man who claims to be a speaker for injustice but he himself does the same intolerant things that he's preaching against?
Do you praise the man with religious convictions, who points us along the moral path when he himself is found at a motel 6 straying off that path himself?
There were two men who preached change. One through peace and conviction and the other took a more militant approach? But if my history serves me right...didn't they meet the same bitter end? Did they not both have their lives stolen by a man with a gun?
Or should we listen to the musician who never claimed to be a great man. Nor did he claim to be a good man. But he did try to better himself, those around him and the world by using his one great talent. He was a songwriter, and he wrote a great song explaining such a wonderful world...and all we had to do was imagine.
Sadly on this subject I gotta go with the musician.
I prefer to imagine the better world.
You see I know that if enough people start to imagine a better world, there are some people who will go beyond imagining and go into creating a better world.
Who knows maybe...just maybe your kids, kids, kids, kids will have a chance at being a better people living in a better world. Because for a better world to exist, we need better people to run it and better people to live in it.
Currently listening:Horse of a Different Color
By Big & Rich
My wife tends to get upset with me when I say that, and I have never understood why. I'm not saying I'm dumb, I'm just saying I'm not smart.
Well, anyway that's neither here nor there, this starts with my search for something to read.
I was looking for something insightful and intelligent to read.
I was looking for something of depth beyond he/she screwed me and now I'm pissed.
Being fairly new to the drama, disputes and wars of and among bloggers I wanted to read something that would for all purposes make me think.
I read a couple of things that made the brain start firing out some thoughts. It was actually a very good feeling knowing that I can still have some pretty deep thoughts running through the same brain that can name most of the Justice League along with 75% of the Smurfs and a few Fraggles.
So this is what I have come up with. That there are basically two groups of people standing forever on the battle lines of this world.
Why must battle lines be drawn anyway? I mean whatever happened to loving your neighbor? What happened to all men created equal? What happened to the phrase "your fellow man"?
According to the bible we're all technically brothers. If you're not into the bible but into evolution, than aren't we one big tribe separated at half past the dawn of time?
But instead we all seem to live in this mode of thinking...
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards (fill in the blank) and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards (fill in the blank).
You know I honestly don't understand this. Because when you break it down it goes like this...
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards homosexuals and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards homosexuals.
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards blacks and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards blacks.
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards Jews and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards Jews.
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards men and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards men.
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards Americans and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards Americans.
And it goes on and on.
Those that are ignorant, hateful and violent towards (fill in the blank) and those that are tolerant, accepting and loving towards (fill in the blank).
This is sadly the core of humanity.
The fact that we are not happy unless you are on one side or the other. You're either for or against whatever topic you wish champion or attack. We must be at war with someone or something.
Of course if you choose to not be either, you have no convictions or strength of character.
I guess what confuses me the most is who do you condemn or praise?
Do you condemn the guy who has his dog fight for profit or fun or do you condemn an organization that not only condones but has actually praised the fact that violence is used against their fellow man for the sake of the dog?
Do you condemn the Christian who with a fevered passion and religious zeal shoots at or blows up an abortion clinic or do you condemn the Muslim who with a fevered passion and religious zeal shoots at or blows up a building?
Do you praise the man who claims to be a speaker for injustice but he himself does the same intolerant things that he's preaching against?
Do you praise the man with religious convictions, who points us along the moral path when he himself is found at a motel 6 straying off that path himself?
There were two men who preached change. One through peace and conviction and the other took a more militant approach? But if my history serves me right...didn't they meet the same bitter end? Did they not both have their lives stolen by a man with a gun?
Or should we listen to the musician who never claimed to be a great man. Nor did he claim to be a good man. But he did try to better himself, those around him and the world by using his one great talent. He was a songwriter, and he wrote a great song explaining such a wonderful world...and all we had to do was imagine.
Sadly on this subject I gotta go with the musician.
I prefer to imagine the better world.
You see I know that if enough people start to imagine a better world, there are some people who will go beyond imagining and go into creating a better world.
Who knows maybe...just maybe your kids, kids, kids, kids will have a chance at being a better people living in a better world. Because for a better world to exist, we need better people to run it and better people to live in it.
Currently listening:Horse of a Different ColorBy Big & Rich
Mar 7, 2008
SPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAM II
So yesterday we talked about male/performance enhancement, how to date safer/smarter, more sex partners/orgasms/pleasure and watches.
Heh heh heh...you know typing it like that it just seems so silly. I mean what does male performance have to do with anything? I mean why does it matter if he's a early finisher? I mean apparently it still felt good to him. I mean he was able to finish.
What?
Say that again..."watch" doesn't fit? I mean of course watch doesn't fit, I was just testing you to see if you were paying attention. Thank goodness you were, because if you weren't I would have sent you back to read the previous blog again. But since you were paying attention shall we continue...
So now according to the spammers they think I need a new car. Well I happen to like my car. It's the car that I actually learned how much fun driving is. It fit's my lard ass in just fine and I know how she handles. I also know that soon she will be mine with no strings attached.
Stupid loan people.
Oh yeah...why do the spammers want me to get credit cards? I don't want credit cards. I'm an irresponsible man when it comes to credit cards. This I know. This my wife knows. So why is it that the credit card spammers keep trying to lead me down the dark path...again. I mean you don't have to lead me, I'll walk it myself. That's not an issue. I just wish they weren't so pushy. I'll walk that road to ruin in my pace, no need to push and/or shove. I'm waxing up the rocket sled that will take me to ruin as we speak.
Now here's another one.
Why do I need cash in 24 hours. I mean if I needed cash wouldn't I just go to the ATM? I mean that's just silly to wait 24 hours for money when I can go to an ATM and get cash in like 15 minutes. There's no need to fall for that one my friends.
You see...along with writing a blog, I'm also serving the public with useful information. Now why do I supply this service free of charge? Because that's just the way I roll.
Now these last two spam offers confused me the most. You see the first was one for the hottest ring tones. You know I was sitting at a Denny's with my wife the other day, and I asked her if she remembered the days when ringing phones sounded like phones? I mean sure they were a little bit annoying but it sure as Hades doesn't need thermal underwear, you were never confused by the rings.
I find it so confusing why a phone would ring with "Cold Hard Bitch" by Jet and the man responds with "Hi Darling."
Or one of my favorites "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks and the owner of the phone went, "Hey sis, whassup?"
I've also heard "I want a lover who won't drive me crazy,"(No honey, I'm leaving the office right now...I should be there in about 20 minutes) and "I'm all lit up again," (DUUUUUDE, yeah we are so going out, but dude you gotta get us hooked up.)
So why would I look at my emails for the hottest ring tones, if all they do is give away who is calling and why?
You never see that on the TV commercials. On the TV commercials not only do you get the hottest ring tones, but you get the coolest games and screen savers. Now I'll be honest it's the screen savers that's the selling point for me. I mean where else will you get a puppy licking your little phone screen if not from the people who offer the hottest ring tones/games/screen savers. Just saying.
Now this one is more of an annoyance.
I mean it is March on the planet Earth right? I'm not on warp speed and missed the winter did I? It is winter where you all are, right? I know there might not be any snow, but that doesn't change the fact that according to the calendar in the northern hemisphere that the seasons are pretty much running on track as they have for hundreds of years correct?
Than why am I being sent information asking me if I'm paying too much on my winter auto insurance? Wouldn't that information have been of more use back...umm..in..say October or November. I swear sometimes I think that the spammers are robots or programs that don't do any thinking for themselves.
They all seem to use the same opening message and I know I'm no marketing agent nor am I in advertising, but isn't the whole key to getting someone to look and want your product by making it unique? But when all you spamming people send out the same message in the subject line, well people will tend to ignore you. But that's just my two cents worth.
Heh heh heh...you know typing it like that it just seems so silly. I mean what does male performance have to do with anything? I mean why does it matter if he's a early finisher? I mean apparently it still felt good to him. I mean he was able to finish.
What?
Say that again..."watch" doesn't fit? I mean of course watch doesn't fit, I was just testing you to see if you were paying attention. Thank goodness you were, because if you weren't I would have sent you back to read the previous blog again. But since you were paying attention shall we continue...
So now according to the spammers they think I need a new car. Well I happen to like my car. It's the car that I actually learned how much fun driving is. It fit's my lard ass in just fine and I know how she handles. I also know that soon she will be mine with no strings attached.
Stupid loan people.
Oh yeah...why do the spammers want me to get credit cards? I don't want credit cards. I'm an irresponsible man when it comes to credit cards. This I know. This my wife knows. So why is it that the credit card spammers keep trying to lead me down the dark path...again. I mean you don't have to lead me, I'll walk it myself. That's not an issue. I just wish they weren't so pushy. I'll walk that road to ruin in my pace, no need to push and/or shove. I'm waxing up the rocket sled that will take me to ruin as we speak.
Now here's another one.
Why do I need cash in 24 hours. I mean if I needed cash wouldn't I just go to the ATM? I mean that's just silly to wait 24 hours for money when I can go to an ATM and get cash in like 15 minutes. There's no need to fall for that one my friends.
You see...along with writing a blog, I'm also serving the public with useful information. Now why do I supply this service free of charge? Because that's just the way I roll.
Now these last two spam offers confused me the most. You see the first was one for the hottest ring tones. You know I was sitting at a Denny's with my wife the other day, and I asked her if she remembered the days when ringing phones sounded like phones? I mean sure they were a little bit annoying but it sure as Hades doesn't need thermal underwear, you were never confused by the rings.
I find it so confusing why a phone would ring with "Cold Hard Bitch" by Jet and the man responds with "Hi Darling."
Or one of my favorites "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks and the owner of the phone went, "Hey sis, whassup?"
I've also heard "I want a lover who won't drive me crazy,"(No honey, I'm leaving the office right now...I should be there in about 20 minutes) and "I'm all lit up again," (DUUUUUDE, yeah we are so going out, but dude you gotta get us hooked up.)
So why would I look at my emails for the hottest ring tones, if all they do is give away who is calling and why?
You never see that on the TV commercials. On the TV commercials not only do you get the hottest ring tones, but you get the coolest games and screen savers. Now I'll be honest it's the screen savers that's the selling point for me. I mean where else will you get a puppy licking your little phone screen if not from the people who offer the hottest ring tones/games/screen savers. Just saying.
Now this one is more of an annoyance.
I mean it is March on the planet Earth right? I'm not on warp speed and missed the winter did I? It is winter where you all are, right? I know there might not be any snow, but that doesn't change the fact that according to the calendar in the northern hemisphere that the seasons are pretty much running on track as they have for hundreds of years correct?
Than why am I being sent information asking me if I'm paying too much on my winter auto insurance? Wouldn't that information have been of more use back...umm..in..say October or November. I swear sometimes I think that the spammers are robots or programs that don't do any thinking for themselves.
They all seem to use the same opening message and I know I'm no marketing agent nor am I in advertising, but isn't the whole key to getting someone to look and want your product by making it unique? But when all you spamming people send out the same message in the subject line, well people will tend to ignore you. But that's just my two cents worth.
Mar 6, 2008
TWITTER THOUGHTS
Grief is a story that has no beginning, middle or end. Grief, like fiction, is always in the present tense as soon as you open the book.
SPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAM
Today I remembered to check my G-mail account. I try to check it daily but sadly I only get around to it bi-weekly. So yeah, I get a Hoover Spam-load worth of crap to sift through. Which normally just kind of annoys me.
Well boys and girls, not today. Nope, today I decided to actually look at my spam, and to be very honest my almost fragile male spirit was almost crushed. I know that the spammers are obviously talking to my Ex's and conspiring against me!!!
Why you ask...let me tell you.
Well only my Ex's would know that I need male enhancement and performance improvement. But you know I really would appreciate if you didn't sell that information to the spammers. It's a little bit embarrassing opening up my emails and since I'm sitting here in the PJ's that God gave me, and there in bold letters...it says make it bigger and it needs to be better. Do you know how disheartening it is when your "little buddy" can read and reads things like this. It's another trip to the therapist and right now is not a good time for more therapy. You know?
Also I know some people are not happy unless you are unhappy and for crying out loud, I don't need to date safer or date smarter. First of all the Wife named Season did a preemptive strike on this option on our wedding day. She went into great detail about what would be the consequences. It involves a lot of pain, suffering, followed by death and then her collecting insurance money and living high on the hog. Ironically the first three results don't bother me that much, but the fact that she can live better off without me...THAT'S JUST UNACCEPTABLE! So please stop telling the spam people that I need more information on dating.
I sure as hell don't need more sex partners. I don't know, I mean I know most guys and some gals are out there asking "Why not Jose? Why don't you want more sex partners?" Let me tell you why. I can barely keep one partner happy as it is and now you want me to spread that fact around to other people too?
NOPE!!! I don't think so, SIR. Besides didn't you read the paragraph above about the pain, suffering, followed by death and then her collecting insurance money and living high on the hog. And how that is unacceptable? Just double checking.
More orgasms...
OK this one I could do with, I mean who doesn't want more orgasms?
More pleasure? They offer something that offers more pleasure?
Umm, doesn't it pretty much feel the same for everyone? Doesn't it all come down to wetness, squishiness, insertion, resulting in more wetness and a trip to the bathroom? (And just in case you failed to notice I left this very vague so it would pertain to all lifestyles. Do you see how PC friendly I'm becoming. But...on a side note what does Personal Computers have with being accepting and tolerant of others whether you agree or understand them. Shouldn't we accept them like that anyway? I'm just asking.)
Now these next few spam emails I don't understand. Why do I need to know how to spot a Rolex or even a fake Rolex? I don't wear a watch.
I haven't worn a watch seriously since I had my Snoopy watch back between grades 3 through 5.
Albeit that was one of the coolest watches ever. It had Snoopy sitting on the Sopwith Camel in the center with 3 different clouds and a Red Baron circling him.
The coolest watch in history was then stolen sometime in 5th grade from my desk. The band had broken, so I put it in my desk for safe keeping. Since it was stolen from a fifth graders desk while he was attending a Catholic School, that better guarantee some hellfire, brimstone and some personal attention from Satan himself to the culprit!
Am I bitter still after all these years??? OH HELL TO THE YEAH I AM!!! So no I don't need any watches thank you very much. And thank you for bringing that memory back. I guess me an little buddy are going to be siting next to each other in therapy thanks to this.
WOW!!! This is actually turning out to be longer than originally intended. So that will be all for today. I'll end it here and continue this tomorrow.
Well boys and girls, not today. Nope, today I decided to actually look at my spam, and to be very honest my almost fragile male spirit was almost crushed. I know that the spammers are obviously talking to my Ex's and conspiring against me!!!
Why you ask...let me tell you.
Well only my Ex's would know that I need male enhancement and performance improvement. But you know I really would appreciate if you didn't sell that information to the spammers. It's a little bit embarrassing opening up my emails and since I'm sitting here in the PJ's that God gave me, and there in bold letters...it says make it bigger and it needs to be better. Do you know how disheartening it is when your "little buddy" can read and reads things like this. It's another trip to the therapist and right now is not a good time for more therapy. You know?
Also I know some people are not happy unless you are unhappy and for crying out loud, I don't need to date safer or date smarter. First of all the Wife named Season did a preemptive strike on this option on our wedding day. She went into great detail about what would be the consequences. It involves a lot of pain, suffering, followed by death and then her collecting insurance money and living high on the hog. Ironically the first three results don't bother me that much, but the fact that she can live better off without me...THAT'S JUST UNACCEPTABLE! So please stop telling the spam people that I need more information on dating.
I sure as hell don't need more sex partners. I don't know, I mean I know most guys and some gals are out there asking "Why not Jose? Why don't you want more sex partners?" Let me tell you why. I can barely keep one partner happy as it is and now you want me to spread that fact around to other people too?
NOPE!!! I don't think so, SIR. Besides didn't you read the paragraph above about the pain, suffering, followed by death and then her collecting insurance money and living high on the hog. And how that is unacceptable? Just double checking.
More orgasms...
OK this one I could do with, I mean who doesn't want more orgasms?
More pleasure? They offer something that offers more pleasure?
Umm, doesn't it pretty much feel the same for everyone? Doesn't it all come down to wetness, squishiness, insertion, resulting in more wetness and a trip to the bathroom? (And just in case you failed to notice I left this very vague so it would pertain to all lifestyles. Do you see how PC friendly I'm becoming. But...on a side note what does Personal Computers have with being accepting and tolerant of others whether you agree or understand them. Shouldn't we accept them like that anyway? I'm just asking.)
Now these next few spam emails I don't understand. Why do I need to know how to spot a Rolex or even a fake Rolex? I don't wear a watch.
I haven't worn a watch seriously since I had my Snoopy watch back between grades 3 through 5.
Albeit that was one of the coolest watches ever. It had Snoopy sitting on the Sopwith Camel in the center with 3 different clouds and a Red Baron circling him.
The coolest watch in history was then stolen sometime in 5th grade from my desk. The band had broken, so I put it in my desk for safe keeping. Since it was stolen from a fifth graders desk while he was attending a Catholic School, that better guarantee some hellfire, brimstone and some personal attention from Satan himself to the culprit!
Am I bitter still after all these years??? OH HELL TO THE YEAH I AM!!! So no I don't need any watches thank you very much. And thank you for bringing that memory back. I guess me an little buddy are going to be siting next to each other in therapy thanks to this.
WOW!!! This is actually turning out to be longer than originally intended. So that will be all for today. I'll end it here and continue this tomorrow.
Mar 4, 2008
MY OWN PRISON
Since I started this whole music searching thing, it seems to have encompassed most of my meager existence.
Between starting my journey listening to all our CD's and cassettes (yup I still own a whole lot of 'em too).
I've begun to look at websites that list bands that I have and still listen too like Sleaze Roxx, new stuff I have never listened to before like 4:A.M. which is located on Warren Ellis' web kingdom, and down loading Ghosts I (from Ghosts I-IV) available HERE FOR FREE.
It seems sad that I am taking a break from music by blogging.
But it's cool. I am prepared. I have my Kool-aid ala John from the Real World 2, I got tunes rocking in the background, and I just finished a couple of onion bagels for strength.
WOW, that made me sound like a moron. I'm just glad you can look around my room and finally not notice how much mouth breathers, spazzes and I have in common.
That was sarcasm.
I'm drinking my Kool-Aid out of a Wonder Woman glass I got at Six Flags Great America many years ago, my mouse pad is the "Cockpit view" of an R-wing fighter from the Star Wars Rebel Assault game and I have The Flash super glued to my monitor.
So let's change the subject from my lack of productive life to why I'm on here. Well there really is no reason I am on here other than, I just can't sleep. Well that and the music thing, but the music thing is a choice, where insomnia is NOT.
Well I guess that's all for right now.
Mar 3, 2008
WELL WHAT DO YOU KNOW...
My wife gifted me an MP3 player. I decided that my new/old piece of technology needed some "street cred." Thus my "MP3 playa" was filled and I have been one very happy boy.
It's an older model, so it's memory isn't monstrous. Which means my music choices are a tad bit limited.
Since Wednesday, when she presented me an ability to ignore the world and to literally march to the beat of a different drummer, I had a play list that I was very happy with.
WAS being the key word.
Last night when I was cleaning out my "well" I heard a very cool song.
On Saturday I picked up two of Andrew W.K.'s cd's. VERY VERY cool stuff. One of the songs "Into the Clear" struck a chord with me, and I had it playing in my head all day.
I decided that this brand new musical gem (to me that is) would have to go in my "MP3 playa." But after I added it to my array of music and decided to give it an audio gander (that's my very dorky way of saying "a listen to.").
Suddenly...the songs didn't work.
By adding this one song I've had to rethink the entire play list.
After three hours of screwing with this, I gave up for now. I thought maybe I just need to find a set of songs that blend.
I know I can't trust the radio (I mean not like it ripped me off, or stole my girl, but once in a while I'd like to hear an entire day of cool brand new music that was just released. I don't just mean the "single" but the whole album...you know?).
I went with option number two. I started listening to our CD's. Yup over 400 different cd's trying to find the missing pieces
As I'm writing this I'm on CD 6.
All of this because a song that resonated with me, caused a chain reaction with "MP3 playa's" play list.
The worst part is that I just happened to notice the candles I had lit just went out. I started looking for the next set of "antique light bulbs" that I look over and noticed my audio cassette collection.
CRAP.
I forgot that I still have some Cassette's to upgrade to CD's. Well I guess life could be worse. I mean the at least the vinyl albums I own already have CD counterparts.
All this happened because I really really really liked a song, and wanted to put it in "MP3 playa."
You know what folks...I think I need a hobby...badly.
It's an older model, so it's memory isn't monstrous. Which means my music choices are a tad bit limited.
Since Wednesday, when she presented me an ability to ignore the world and to literally march to the beat of a different drummer, I had a play list that I was very happy with.
WAS being the key word.
Last night when I was cleaning out my "well" I heard a very cool song.
On Saturday I picked up two of Andrew W.K.'s cd's. VERY VERY cool stuff. One of the songs "Into the Clear" struck a chord with me, and I had it playing in my head all day.
I decided that this brand new musical gem (to me that is) would have to go in my "MP3 playa." But after I added it to my array of music and decided to give it an audio gander (that's my very dorky way of saying "a listen to.").
Suddenly...the songs didn't work.
By adding this one song I've had to rethink the entire play list.
After three hours of screwing with this, I gave up for now. I thought maybe I just need to find a set of songs that blend.
I know I can't trust the radio (I mean not like it ripped me off, or stole my girl, but once in a while I'd like to hear an entire day of cool brand new music that was just released. I don't just mean the "single" but the whole album...you know?).
I went with option number two. I started listening to our CD's. Yup over 400 different cd's trying to find the missing pieces
As I'm writing this I'm on CD 6.
All of this because a song that resonated with me, caused a chain reaction with "MP3 playa's" play list.
The worst part is that I just happened to notice the candles I had lit just went out. I started looking for the next set of "antique light bulbs" that I look over and noticed my audio cassette collection.
CRAP.
I forgot that I still have some Cassette's to upgrade to CD's. Well I guess life could be worse. I mean the at least the vinyl albums I own already have CD counterparts.
All this happened because I really really really liked a song, and wanted to put it in "MP3 playa."
You know what folks...I think I need a hobby...badly.
TWITTER THOUGHTS
I Won't Give Up! I Won't Give In! I Won't Give Out Or Fall Apart! This Is The Mountain I Must Climb! This Is My Time!
Mar 2, 2008
TWITTER THOUGHTS
When you’ve lost it all. That’s when you finally realize. Life is beautiful.
By Jose aka J2 at 3/02/2008 04:28:00 AM
By Jose aka J2 at 3/02/2008 04:28:00 AM
CLEARING OUT SOME SPACE
Well I've started writing or commenting or reviewing all kinds of stuff. I figure since I'm sitting here at pornado central, I might as well keep my fingers and brain working.
So some of the next few articles are just one or two lines that struck a nerve. Some are reviews of movies and are written as if you can decide to watch them at that moment. Some are comments that I have left...and after reading them, realizing that it's actually a pretty good start on something, but than I no longer have the righteous anger fueled rant, that was in my head at the moment I started that, so in the end all I get is a very cool paragraph.
OK I'll stop wasting your time...
REVIEW OF "JUSTICE LEAGUE - NEW FRONTIERS"
This is a movie for comic book fans. Sadly it really isn't for those who have enjoyed the Justice League cartoon on Cartoon Network, or the Super Friends from days of old. It is for fans who enjoy a bit of nostalgia and elements of "what if this happened" and who are knowledgeable of the DC comic book universe. This movie runs along the same vein as Batman:Mask of the Phantasm with the dark and gritty overtones. Sadly, it isn't a stand alone movie. Without some foreknowledge and history of the main characters, you will get lost in the storyline and some of the "inside" elements won't have the same impact as they would for someone with foreknowledge and history of the main characters. I really hope this will help some of you if you decide to watch it.
A REVIEW OF "TMNT"
JUST PLAIN FUN That's what the TMNT was all about. Just plain fun. This movie is that. It's just plain fun. Sure the story could be better. But is there anything out there you can't say that about? I guess when it comes to being a TMNT fan, I've never taken them any more seriously than I was supposed to, so I have yet to be disappointed by anything TMNT. But back to this move..well..I guess..YUP, this movie is just plain fun.
IN RESPONSE TO A BLOG ON PETA
How can you expect people to treat animals ethically when we as a race can't treat each other ethically? We as a race are cruel and savage hunters who make better weapons to destroy and kill. We are the most technically advanced savages in existence today. And we're not getting any wiser or kinder. So if you want to start somewhere start teaching tolerance on a global scale, and after that we might have a cruelty to animal free world.
A REVIEW OF SUPERMAN/DOOMSDAY
Of all the Superman story lines I read during my fanatical comic book collecting days, this one was by far my most favorite. So when I found out that they were doing a movie of it I was stoked. That is until I saw it, I was disappointed. Maybe I expected to much. Maybe I just hoped it would be more than it was. Either way I was still disappointed. They rushed what would equal three story line that took over a year in the comics into just over an hour on video. Now had they spent an hour on each part of the story maybe I would have been a little happier. I have since watched it again. Although I still find it lacking. It's like they forget that if you're going to kill a character, even temporarily, you have to spend a little time making it mean something. You have to have spend time with the people who are affected by it. With some more time they could have done this, and then there would have been more perennial moments. But as a Superman "fix" or if you need a dose of Superman it would do in a pinch.
A REVIEW OF "MEET THE SPARTANS"
I went into this thinking the same thing I do whenever I check out a parody film. I go in expecting that the funniest parts of the movie were in the trailers. This movie, well I was actually surprised by this movie. It was a lot funnier than I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong, it will never win an award of any kind, nor will it ever be a classic. What it will be and thankfully is, simply a dumb parody movie with some funny moments, some gross moments and few surprises. And let's be honest..sometimes it's OK to expect nothing from a movie and still be entertained by it. Especially a movie whose only purpose is to entertain you at the bathroom level humor.
Well my "well" for the week is officially dry. SO now that I've purged everything, I am walking away from pornado central for the day. I hope you all have a good day.
So some of the next few articles are just one or two lines that struck a nerve. Some are reviews of movies and are written as if you can decide to watch them at that moment. Some are comments that I have left...and after reading them, realizing that it's actually a pretty good start on something, but than I no longer have the righteous anger fueled rant, that was in my head at the moment I started that, so in the end all I get is a very cool paragraph.
OK I'll stop wasting your time...
REVIEW OF "JUSTICE LEAGUE - NEW FRONTIERS"
This is a movie for comic book fans. Sadly it really isn't for those who have enjoyed the Justice League cartoon on Cartoon Network, or the Super Friends from days of old. It is for fans who enjoy a bit of nostalgia and elements of "what if this happened" and who are knowledgeable of the DC comic book universe. This movie runs along the same vein as Batman:Mask of the Phantasm with the dark and gritty overtones. Sadly, it isn't a stand alone movie. Without some foreknowledge and history of the main characters, you will get lost in the storyline and some of the "inside" elements won't have the same impact as they would for someone with foreknowledge and history of the main characters. I really hope this will help some of you if you decide to watch it.
A REVIEW OF "TMNT"
JUST PLAIN FUN That's what the TMNT was all about. Just plain fun. This movie is that. It's just plain fun. Sure the story could be better. But is there anything out there you can't say that about? I guess when it comes to being a TMNT fan, I've never taken them any more seriously than I was supposed to, so I have yet to be disappointed by anything TMNT. But back to this move..well..I guess..YUP, this movie is just plain fun.
IN RESPONSE TO A BLOG ON PETA
How can you expect people to treat animals ethically when we as a race can't treat each other ethically? We as a race are cruel and savage hunters who make better weapons to destroy and kill. We are the most technically advanced savages in existence today. And we're not getting any wiser or kinder. So if you want to start somewhere start teaching tolerance on a global scale, and after that we might have a cruelty to animal free world.
A REVIEW OF SUPERMAN/DOOMSDAY
Of all the Superman story lines I read during my fanatical comic book collecting days, this one was by far my most favorite. So when I found out that they were doing a movie of it I was stoked. That is until I saw it, I was disappointed. Maybe I expected to much. Maybe I just hoped it would be more than it was. Either way I was still disappointed. They rushed what would equal three story line that took over a year in the comics into just over an hour on video. Now had they spent an hour on each part of the story maybe I would have been a little happier. I have since watched it again. Although I still find it lacking. It's like they forget that if you're going to kill a character, even temporarily, you have to spend a little time making it mean something. You have to have spend time with the people who are affected by it. With some more time they could have done this, and then there would have been more perennial moments. But as a Superman "fix" or if you need a dose of Superman it would do in a pinch.
A REVIEW OF "MEET THE SPARTANS"
I went into this thinking the same thing I do whenever I check out a parody film. I go in expecting that the funniest parts of the movie were in the trailers. This movie, well I was actually surprised by this movie. It was a lot funnier than I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong, it will never win an award of any kind, nor will it ever be a classic. What it will be and thankfully is, simply a dumb parody movie with some funny moments, some gross moments and few surprises. And let's be honest..sometimes it's OK to expect nothing from a movie and still be entertained by it. Especially a movie whose only purpose is to entertain you at the bathroom level humor.
Well my "well" for the week is officially dry. SO now that I've purged everything, I am walking away from pornado central for the day. I hope you all have a good day.
Mar 1, 2008
TWITTER THOUGHTS
horrified the answer may be beyond the capabilities of my own two hands so small (no one should feel this alone)
SLEEPING ON THE COUCH IN JUST A FEW EASY STEPS
On this day of running errands, doing grocery shopping and getting dinner, I have come to this conclusion. If there's a way to end up sleeping on the couch, I'll find it.
On our way to Denny's for dinner we had a discussion on her colorful descriptives for the male genitalia for example...
When one of the cats is feeling rambunctious and the other one is not she will intervene (yes, she intervenes because they both happen to be male...and since cats can't give consent...) and will usually make one of these 2 statement, "Put Petey away," (when only slightly annoyed), and "Sheath it back up Mister, RIGHT NOW" (when she's had to pull one off the other more than twice and IS greatly irritated).
When she's being silly she usually refers to it as a winkie (now this is spelled to her precise specifications) which she says than giggles like a catholic school girl. Now personally I don't know whether to laugh along or to be insulted. You know what I mean?
Of course when she's feeling rambunctious she refers to it as a...let'as just say rooster. NO, not because it's up at dawn,(even though it usually it is) but the four letter word that means rooster. Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm trying to keep the language a little more appropriate for those who are easily offended. Believe me, it could happen at any moment that I refer back to my sailor-esque language but for right now this is funnier.
Now, when she's feeling violent, well in those times she doesn't get vulgar. Instead she calls it Jimmy, as in "KICK HIM IN THE JIMMY!!!" or "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT??? HE DESERVED TO GET KICKED IN THE JIMMY!!!" If there is trauma of any kind, that happens to include the male nether regions, it is forever referred as Jimmy.
At Denny's the waitress Amanda asked us what we wanted to drink, I asked for my usual diet coke and Season asked for her usual coffee.
When Amanda came back she asked my wife if she cared for cream, her response was "Yes please. I'm a creamaholic." -dramatic pause- looked at me and said "You shut up right now." (Being who I am, I know that at some point today I'll say something that will deny me access to the "Hole-y Land". Yes boys and girls this would be the moment.)
My response to her statement was very simply..."Whatever Jenna."
The immediate reaction to this was me getting kicked under the table.
Amanda looked at me and asked "Jenna Jameson? The porn star?"
Which caused me to get kicked under the table...again.
After dinner, Season was looking at the dessert menu and couldn't find the pie. She asked me to help her find the pie, and then get a little upset with me.
I asked her why was she looking for pie and why did she want me to help? I mean wasn't the winkie enough for her Luckily I protected the seat I was sitting on from the flurry of kicks that came from under the table with my leg, so that there would be no property damage...again.
Now she's asleep in the bedroom and I'm sitting here eating a Hot Pocket, writing on my blog and watching Meet the Spartans.
On our way to Denny's for dinner we had a discussion on her colorful descriptives for the male genitalia for example...
When one of the cats is feeling rambunctious and the other one is not she will intervene (yes, she intervenes because they both happen to be male...and since cats can't give consent...) and will usually make one of these 2 statement, "Put Petey away," (when only slightly annoyed), and "Sheath it back up Mister, RIGHT NOW" (when she's had to pull one off the other more than twice and IS greatly irritated).
When she's being silly she usually refers to it as a winkie (now this is spelled to her precise specifications) which she says than giggles like a catholic school girl. Now personally I don't know whether to laugh along or to be insulted. You know what I mean?
Of course when she's feeling rambunctious she refers to it as a...let'as just say rooster. NO, not because it's up at dawn,(even though it usually it is) but the four letter word that means rooster. Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm trying to keep the language a little more appropriate for those who are easily offended. Believe me, it could happen at any moment that I refer back to my sailor-esque language but for right now this is funnier.
Now, when she's feeling violent, well in those times she doesn't get vulgar. Instead she calls it Jimmy, as in "KICK HIM IN THE JIMMY!!!" or "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT??? HE DESERVED TO GET KICKED IN THE JIMMY!!!" If there is trauma of any kind, that happens to include the male nether regions, it is forever referred as Jimmy.
At Denny's the waitress Amanda asked us what we wanted to drink, I asked for my usual diet coke and Season asked for her usual coffee.
When Amanda came back she asked my wife if she cared for cream, her response was "Yes please. I'm a creamaholic." -dramatic pause- looked at me and said "You shut up right now." (Being who I am, I know that at some point today I'll say something that will deny me access to the "Hole-y Land". Yes boys and girls this would be the moment.)
My response to her statement was very simply..."Whatever Jenna."
The immediate reaction to this was me getting kicked under the table.
Amanda looked at me and asked "Jenna Jameson? The porn star?"
Which caused me to get kicked under the table...again.
After dinner, Season was looking at the dessert menu and couldn't find the pie. She asked me to help her find the pie, and then get a little upset with me.
I asked her why was she looking for pie and why did she want me to help? I mean wasn't the winkie enough for her Luckily I protected the seat I was sitting on from the flurry of kicks that came from under the table with my leg, so that there would be no property damage...again.
Now she's asleep in the bedroom and I'm sitting here eating a Hot Pocket, writing on my blog and watching Meet the Spartans.
Feb 29, 2008
TWITTER THOUGHTS
I was not gentle, I was not kind. I'm afraid I've damaged them beyond repair. And that's the truth. I am afraid.
FEBRUARY 29, 2008
All kinds of facts, news bits, births and deaths that took place on this auspicious day...done to songs that were either a #1 song on the charts and/or most played. It's pretty cool stuff
Feb 28, 2008
TWITTER THOUGHTS
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion I myself prefer to laugh since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.
SO MUCH COOLER ONLINE...not
So I was listening to Brad Paisley this evening and lo and behold I had a blog entry form just like that.
"Online"
I work down at the pizza pit
And I drive an old Hyundai
I still live with my mom and dad
I'm 5'3 and overweight
I'm a Sci-Fi fanatic
Mild asthmatic
Never been to 2nd base
But there's a whole nother me
That you need to see
Go check out MySpace
'cause online I'm down in Hollywood
I'm 6'5 and I look damn good
I drive a Maserati
I'm a black belt in Karate
And I love a good glass of wine
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
'cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
So much cooler online
I get home, I kiss my mom
And she fixes me a snack
I head down to my basement bedroom
And fire up my Mac
In real life the only time I
Ever even been to L.A.
Was when I got the chance with the marching band
To play tuba in the Rose Parade.
Online I live in Malibu
I posed for Calvin Kline, I've been in GQ
I'm single and I'm rich
And I got a set of six pack abs that'll blow your mind
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
'cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online
When you got my kinda stats, it's hard to get a date
Let alone a real girlfriend
But I grow another foot
And I lose a bunch of weight every time I log in
Online I'm out in Hollywood
I'm 6'5 and I look damn good
Even on a slow day, I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online
Obviously, I'm doing something wrong, because here I am...online, with a my space page yet I'm still as uncool and unhip as humanly possible.
I don't know, maybe my uber-geek tendencies comes forth in spades on my profile which keeps me from being in the freezer section of cool here in cyber-ville.
Who doesn't love a good comic book, video game or cartoon?
Just because I know who Gordon Shumway is that should not keep me from the hallowed halls of coolness university.
So what if I still have the He-Man and the Masters of the Universe opening from the cartoon memorized. This should not disqualify me from being part the gang from Cools-ville.
Or because the closest I get to exercise is watching the Claudia Schiffer workout tapes. Is this enough evidence to be judged and to be found lacking the coolness gene that would make me the envy of every kid in town?
I feel so left out.
I want to be iceberg lettuce cool too.
I want to be able to take a trip to Iceland, and have the natives look at me and say...
"WOW! We will have to change the name of our little country to Jose-Land, because Jose is way cooler than ice."
I want to be so cool that when I walk into the zoo, penguins, polar bears and all of the other arctic aminals look start following me home because I remind them of their motherlands.
I want to be so cool that I can single handedly go into the land of glaciers and snow and with just my presence, which reeks of awesome coolness, undo all the damage global warming has done.
After that Vanilla Ice will only want to be called Vanilla because he will have to give up the Ice part of his name, because compared to me he is no longer "Cool as Ice."
I'll have to call every weather man when ever I leave my house to let them know that a "COOL" front is on the move.
I want to be so cool that even cool people will have to pay me royalties for allowing them even a minute amount of coolness.
As a matter of fact I want to be so cool, that people start replacing the word cool with Jose.
Or maybe I just thought that was a really silly song...
until I remembered all that I have witnessed on here. I remembered a blog I read that mentioned about how fake people are on here
Wow, you mean there are people online that aren't truthful?!!!
Then the song took a whole different meaning. Now it's not as funny as it was when I first heard it.
"Online"
I work down at the pizza pit
And I drive an old Hyundai
I still live with my mom and dad
I'm 5'3 and overweight
I'm a Sci-Fi fanatic
Mild asthmatic
Never been to 2nd base
But there's a whole nother me
That you need to see
Go check out MySpace
'cause online I'm down in Hollywood
I'm 6'5 and I look damn good
I drive a Maserati
I'm a black belt in Karate
And I love a good glass of wine
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
'cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
So much cooler online
I get home, I kiss my mom
And she fixes me a snack
I head down to my basement bedroom
And fire up my Mac
In real life the only time I
Ever even been to L.A.
Was when I got the chance with the marching band
To play tuba in the Rose Parade.
Online I live in Malibu
I posed for Calvin Kline, I've been in GQ
I'm single and I'm rich
And I got a set of six pack abs that'll blow your mind
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
'cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online
When you got my kinda stats, it's hard to get a date
Let alone a real girlfriend
But I grow another foot
And I lose a bunch of weight every time I log in
Online I'm out in Hollywood
I'm 6'5 and I look damn good
Even on a slow day, I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online
Obviously, I'm doing something wrong, because here I am...online, with a my space page yet I'm still as uncool and unhip as humanly possible.
I don't know, maybe my uber-geek tendencies comes forth in spades on my profile which keeps me from being in the freezer section of cool here in cyber-ville.
Who doesn't love a good comic book, video game or cartoon?
Just because I know who Gordon Shumway is that should not keep me from the hallowed halls of coolness university.
So what if I still have the He-Man and the Masters of the Universe opening from the cartoon memorized. This should not disqualify me from being part the gang from Cools-ville.
Or because the closest I get to exercise is watching the Claudia Schiffer workout tapes. Is this enough evidence to be judged and to be found lacking the coolness gene that would make me the envy of every kid in town?
I feel so left out.
I want to be iceberg lettuce cool too.
I want to be able to take a trip to Iceland, and have the natives look at me and say...
"WOW! We will have to change the name of our little country to Jose-Land, because Jose is way cooler than ice."
I want to be so cool that when I walk into the zoo, penguins, polar bears and all of the other arctic aminals look start following me home because I remind them of their motherlands.
I want to be so cool that I can single handedly go into the land of glaciers and snow and with just my presence, which reeks of awesome coolness, undo all the damage global warming has done.
After that Vanilla Ice will only want to be called Vanilla because he will have to give up the Ice part of his name, because compared to me he is no longer "Cool as Ice."
I'll have to call every weather man when ever I leave my house to let them know that a "COOL" front is on the move.
I want to be so cool that even cool people will have to pay me royalties for allowing them even a minute amount of coolness.
As a matter of fact I want to be so cool, that people start replacing the word cool with Jose.
Or maybe I just thought that was a really silly song...
until I remembered all that I have witnessed on here. I remembered a blog I read that mentioned about how fake people are on here
Wow, you mean there are people online that aren't truthful?!!!
Then the song took a whole different meaning. Now it's not as funny as it was when I first heard it.
Feb 27, 2008
TWITTER THOUGHTS
Hope is the thing with feathers. That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops, At all. - Emily Dickenson
A WOMAN’S WEEK AT THE GYM
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.
Dear Diary, For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess -- with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the tread mill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the Hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other shit too.
THURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda
took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY:
I hate that bitch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damned barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY:
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little shit) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy.
I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!
Dear Diary, For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess -- with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the tread mill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the Hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other shit too.
THURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda
took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY:
I hate that bitch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damned barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY:
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little shit) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy.
I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!
OBSERVATIONS OF THE WORLD I LIVE IN
These are observations, thoughts and reactions to true events that happened today. These are some of the things Season and I saw/heard/dealt with. Some are funny, some sad and some just plain pitiful.
So without further ado...
The "special" employees at Goodwill, are far more knowledgeable and helpful than the non-special employees at Wal-mart. Which makes me wonder who has the higher hiring standards.
While sitting at our dinner table at one of the buffets in town, I noticed a few things...
So without further ado...
The "special" employees at Goodwill, are far more knowledgeable and helpful than the non-special employees at Wal-mart. Which makes me wonder who has the higher hiring standards.
While sitting at our dinner table at one of the buffets in town, I noticed a few things...
- There was a young lady of color who was wearing a pair of painted on jeans and heels. She also had an ace bandage wrapped around her knee...on the outside of her pants. She was able to walk just fine until there were people around. Then she walked with a limp that would make Kathy Bates from Misery proud.
- There was another young lady present who was wearing some sweat pants and had a knee high cast and crutches. And she limped less then the above mentioned girl who hobbled past her and rudely bumped into her, while up at the buffet line.
- If you are not 100% sure where the Amazon is...keep your mouth shut. Because, I am sorry to say this, if you are don't know where the Amazon Jungle is, go back to school. Of course it doesn't help your standings if you are already prego's when you ask "Isn't the Amazon in Africa?" and then are completely astonished when the answer is "No."
- Just because someone is of an ethnic background, one should not assume that they do not have a mastery of the English language. It will cause you some embarrassment. When the "dumb spic isn't moving fast enough" is standing in front of you turns around and says, "I would be offended by you, but sadly I pity you too much to be offended. Now your parents on the other hand...I'm offended by how cheap they are. Because you see Sir, wire coat hangers are not expensive at all." Sadly, this is one of those true events that happened to yours truly. The worst thing is, I don't think Einstein got my insult at all.
- Like an older sister...around six years old shares her ice cream with her 2ish year old brother, than walks over hands him something and says "That is a marshmallow. Eat it. You will like it." Then tell their mother "I'm teaching him important stuff."
- When an older couple, as in those that have been married longer than dirt has been around, are still holding hands. Together they walk to the buffet line and the husband fills up his plate and they walk it back to their table. Then they grab a plate for her, fills that one up and walk it back to their table. Where they both sit down to eat together. Which will also go down as one of the greatest moments I was witness to.
- OK, my wife didn't see this because she never notices the positive things about herself, but I digress. I am able to look at my wife and fall in love with her, all over again, everyday.
- I saw a teenager hold the door for someone, without being asked, without any attitude and without being thanked. The teen didn't do or say anything negative. As he sat down at the table behind me, his buds asked him "What the hell that was all about?" and the teen said "Someday that might be me, and it would be tight if some jobber did that fo me." And that my friends is cool.
Feb 26, 2008
THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS
Since your truly is under the weather, and has been fighting the same damn illness for over a month...I have decided to make myself feel better. NOT that way...perverts. But instead by talking about things that make me happy. I am going for a happy feeling kind of blog entry. So without further ado...
I'm just sitting here waiting for my fever to break...again,so these are going to be in no particular order. Some will be kind of self explanatory, and some will have reasons. But mostly it's just me waiting for the "Fever flash" to go away.
An ice cold beer
on a hot summer night/JD and lemonade 
on a hot summer afternoon.
A movie I am ACTUALLY excited to see finally hits the big screen.
Instead of driving to the theaters and realizing there's nothing worth watching/paying $20 to see.
Being in the mood for a donut
and the gas station/Krispy Kremes/grocery store are putting out the brand new and fresh donuts for the day.
Going to sleep and not getting the cold and/or wet spot.
When that song that's stuck in my head finally goes away.
When you're in the mood for a particular song AND it actually gets played on the radio.
NOT seeing "first", "second", "fifth" or any number in the comment sections of the blogs I read.
You're only first because the blog owner hasn't deleted you.
Getting a close parking stall when you go shopping.
Putting on fresh from the dryer underpants on a cold winter day.
This also includes socks, sweatshirts/pants and cargo pants. I am learning this late in my life...I am not that big of a fan of the common blue jean.
Going on youtube and finding anything from my past that just makes me go...DAAAAMN!!!
I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!!
Finding a cowboy hat that not only fits me but looks good on me too. (Which I am wearing right now...WOO HOO)
On Wednesday morning, logging onto pogo, and the badges games are ones I actually want to play.
When I find that CD (I've been looking for) at Goodwill for $1.98 and it's NOT scratched at all.
And that's it for today...or at least right now.
I'm just sitting here waiting for my fever to break...again,so these are going to be in no particular order. Some will be kind of self explanatory, and some will have reasons. But mostly it's just me waiting for the "Fever flash" to go away.
An ice cold beer
on a hot summer night/JD and lemonade on a hot summer afternoon.A movie I am ACTUALLY excited to see finally hits the big screen.
Instead of driving to the theaters and realizing there's nothing worth watching/paying $20 to see.Being in the mood for a donut
and the gas station/Krispy Kremes/grocery store are putting out the brand new and fresh donuts for the day.Going to sleep and not getting the cold and/or wet spot.
When that song that's stuck in my head finally goes away.
When you're in the mood for a particular song AND it actually gets played on the radio.
NOT seeing "first", "second", "fifth" or any number in the comment sections of the blogs I read.
You're only first because the blog owner hasn't deleted you.Getting a close parking stall when you go shopping.
Putting on fresh from the dryer underpants on a cold winter day.
This also includes socks, sweatshirts/pants and cargo pants. I am learning this late in my life...I am not that big of a fan of the common blue jean.Going on youtube and finding anything from my past that just makes me go...DAAAAMN!!!
I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!!
Finding a cowboy hat that not only fits me but looks good on me too. (Which I am wearing right now...WOO HOO)
On Wednesday morning, logging onto pogo, and the badges games are ones I actually want to play.
When I find that CD (I've been looking for) at Goodwill for $1.98 and it's NOT scratched at all.
And that's it for today...or at least right now.
Feb 25, 2008
TWITTER THOUGHTS
Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.
Feb 22, 2008
BUGS
Currently fighting one...and I think I'm losing...i guess I'll be back when I feel a wee bit better
Feb 21, 2008
TWITTER THOUGHTS
I don't think the world is stupid, but if you can't make correct change without using a machine, I believe you to be to stupid for the world
TWITTER THOUGHTS
Remember, it is not for any of us to discount the level of importance that others see in us.
126 Life Experiences I've Had
Level one
( ) I have had an asthma attack
(X) Smoked A Cigarette
(X) Smoked A Cigar
(X) Been drunk
(X) Been In Love or still in love
(X) Been Dumped
( ) Been Fired
(X) Been In A Fist Fight
(X) Snuck Out Of A Parent's House
Total so far: 7
Level two
(X) Had Feelings For Someone Who Didn't Have Them Back
(X) Been Arrested or Seen Someone You Know Get Arrested
(X) Made Out With A Stranger
(X) Gone Out On A Blind Date
(X) Had Crush On someone older than you
(X) Skipped School
(X) Slept With A Co-worker/ team mate
(X) Seen Someone / Something Die
Total so far: 15
Level three
(X) Been On A Plane
(X) Thrown Up From Drinking
(X) Eaten Sushi
( ) Been Snowboarding/Skiing
(X) Been Moshing
(X) Taken Pain Killers
(X) Loved or Lost Someone Who You Can't Have
(X) Been in a bad relationship
Total so far: 22
Level four
(X) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By
(X) Made A Snow Angel
( ) Had A Tea Party
(X) Flown A Kite
(X) Built A Sand Castle
(X) Gone Puddle Jumping
(X) Played Dress Up
(X) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves
(X) Gone Sledding
(X) Cheated While Playing A Game
Total so far: 31
Level five
(X) Been Lonely
(X) Fallen Asleep At Work / School
(X) Used A Fake / Someone Else's ID
(X) Watched The sun set/ sun rise
( ) Felt An Earthquake
( ) Kissed A Snake
(X) Been Tickled
(X) Been Robbed / Vandalized
(X) Robbed Someone
(X) Been Misunderstood...
Total so far: 39
Level six
( ) Pet A Deer
(X) Won A Contest
(X) Been Suspended
(X) Had Detention
(X) Been In A Car/ Motorcycle Accident
( ) Had / Have Braces
(X) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
(X) Had deja vu
(X) Danced in the moonlight
(X) Hated The Way You Look
Total so far: 47
Level seven
(X) Questioned Your Heart
(X) Been obsessed with post-it-notes
(X) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud
(X) Been Lost
( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World
( ) Swam In The Ocean
(X) Felt Like You Were Dying
(X) Cried Yourself To Sleep
Total so far: 53
Level eight
(X) Played Cops And Robbers
(X) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers
(X) Sang Karaoke
(X) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't
(X) Made Prank Phone Calls
(X) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose
(X) Kissed In The Rain
(X) Written A Letter To Santa Claus
(X) Been Kissed Under the Mistletoe
Total: 62
Level nine
(X) Watched The Sun Set With Someone You Care / Cared About
(X) Blown Bubbles
(X) Made A Bonfire
(X) Crashed A Party
(X) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People
(X) Gone Rollerskating / Blading
(X) Had A Wish Come True
( ) Been Humped By A Monkey
( ) Worn Pearls
(x) Jumped Off A Bridge
Total: 70
Level ten
( ) Swam With Dolphins
(X) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/ Freezer/Ice Cube
( ) Kissed A Fish
(X) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes
(X) Sat On A Roof Top
(X) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs
(X) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel
(X) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours
(X) Stayed Up All Night
Total: 77
Level eleven
(X) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree
(X) Climbed A Tree
(X) Had / Been In A Tree House
(X) Have been/Are scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone
(X) Seen/heard a Ghost
( ) Have/had More Than 30 Pairs Of Shoes or Flip Flops
(X) Gone streaking
(X) Been to/Visited Someone At Jail
(X) Played Chicken
(X) Been pushed into a pool with your clothes on
Total: 86
Level twelve
(X) Broken a bone
(X) Been Easily Amused
(x) Caught A Fish
(X) Caught A Butterfly
(X) Laughed So Hard You Cried
(X) Cried So Hard You Laughed
(X) Mooned / Flashed Someone
(X) Had someone Moon / Flash You
Total: 94
Level thirteen
(X) Cheated On A Test
(X) Forgotten Someone's Name
(X) French braided someones hair
(X) Been Kicked Out Of Your House
(X) Rode A Roller Coaster
(X) Went Scuba-Diving / Snorkeling
(X)Had A Cavity
Total: 102
Level fourteen
(X) Been Used
(X) Fell Going Up The Stairs
(X) Licked A Cat
(X) Bitten Someone
(X) Licked Someone
(X) Been shot at
(X) Flattened someone's tires
(X) Drove/rode in a car until the gas light came on
(X) Had five dollars or less and bought something
total: 115
( ) I have had an asthma attack
(X) Smoked A Cigarette
(X) Smoked A Cigar
(X) Been drunk
(X) Been In Love or still in love
(X) Been Dumped
( ) Been Fired
(X) Been In A Fist Fight
(X) Snuck Out Of A Parent's House
Total so far: 7
Level two
(X) Had Feelings For Someone Who Didn't Have Them Back
(X) Been Arrested or Seen Someone You Know Get Arrested
(X) Made Out With A Stranger
(X) Gone Out On A Blind Date
(X) Had Crush On someone older than you
(X) Skipped School
(X) Slept With A Co-worker/ team mate
(X) Seen Someone / Something Die
Total so far: 15
Level three
(X) Been On A Plane
(X) Thrown Up From Drinking
(X) Eaten Sushi
( ) Been Snowboarding/Skiing
(X) Been Moshing
(X) Taken Pain Killers
(X) Loved or Lost Someone Who You Can't Have
(X) Been in a bad relationship
Total so far: 22
Level four
(X) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By
(X) Made A Snow Angel
( ) Had A Tea Party
(X) Flown A Kite
(X) Built A Sand Castle
(X) Gone Puddle Jumping
(X) Played Dress Up
(X) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves
(X) Gone Sledding
(X) Cheated While Playing A Game
Total so far: 31
Level five
(X) Been Lonely
(X) Fallen Asleep At Work / School
(X) Used A Fake / Someone Else's ID
(X) Watched The sun set/ sun rise
( ) Felt An Earthquake
( ) Kissed A Snake
(X) Been Tickled
(X) Been Robbed / Vandalized
(X) Robbed Someone
(X) Been Misunderstood...
Total so far: 39
Level six
( ) Pet A Deer
(X) Won A Contest
(X) Been Suspended
(X) Had Detention
(X) Been In A Car/ Motorcycle Accident
( ) Had / Have Braces
(X) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
(X) Had deja vu
(X) Danced in the moonlight
(X) Hated The Way You Look
Total so far: 47
Level seven
(X) Questioned Your Heart
(X) Been obsessed with post-it-notes
(X) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud
(X) Been Lost
( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World
( ) Swam In The Ocean
(X) Felt Like You Were Dying
(X) Cried Yourself To Sleep
Total so far: 53
Level eight
(X) Played Cops And Robbers
(X) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers
(X) Sang Karaoke
(X) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't
(X) Made Prank Phone Calls
(X) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose
(X) Kissed In The Rain
(X) Written A Letter To Santa Claus
(X) Been Kissed Under the Mistletoe
Total: 62
Level nine
(X) Watched The Sun Set With Someone You Care / Cared About
(X) Blown Bubbles
(X) Made A Bonfire
(X) Crashed A Party
(X) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People
(X) Gone Rollerskating / Blading
(X) Had A Wish Come True
( ) Been Humped By A Monkey
( ) Worn Pearls
(x) Jumped Off A Bridge
Total: 70
Level ten
( ) Swam With Dolphins
(X) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/ Freezer/Ice Cube
( ) Kissed A Fish
(X) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes
(X) Sat On A Roof Top
(X) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs
(X) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel
(X) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours
(X) Stayed Up All Night
Total: 77
Level eleven
(X) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree
(X) Climbed A Tree
(X) Had / Been In A Tree House
(X) Have been/Are scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone
(X) Seen/heard a Ghost
( ) Have/had More Than 30 Pairs Of Shoes or Flip Flops
(X) Gone streaking
(X) Been to/Visited Someone At Jail
(X) Played Chicken
(X) Been pushed into a pool with your clothes on
Total: 86
Level twelve
(X) Broken a bone
(X) Been Easily Amused
(x) Caught A Fish
(X) Caught A Butterfly
(X) Laughed So Hard You Cried
(X) Cried So Hard You Laughed
(X) Mooned / Flashed Someone
(X) Had someone Moon / Flash You
Total: 94
Level thirteen
(X) Cheated On A Test
(X) Forgotten Someone's Name
(X) French braided someones hair
(X) Been Kicked Out Of Your House
(X) Rode A Roller Coaster
(X) Went Scuba-Diving / Snorkeling
(X)Had A Cavity
Total: 102
Level fourteen
(X) Been Used
(X) Fell Going Up The Stairs
(X) Licked A Cat
(X) Bitten Someone
(X) Licked Someone
(X) Been shot at
(X) Flattened someone's tires
(X) Drove/rode in a car until the gas light came on
(X) Had five dollars or less and bought something
total: 115
Feb 20, 2008
TWITTER THOUGHTS
I am not confused or baffled by homosexuality, but I am confused and baffled by people who are confused and baffled by homosexuality.
Feb 19, 2008
VALENTINE'S DAY ,sure it's late, but it's worth it.
OK. I get it.
Some of you don't like Valentine's Day.
I understand.
What I understand least about this particular topic, is the reasons why some of you hate this "holiday."
So I (in my infinite lack of wisdom and tact), will sit here, type away and make some lame jokes, so that I might understand your feelings.
OK?
1. He/she doesn't know what type of gift/goodies to give or are desired.
If you're with someone, and you love them it doesn't matter what you get them. That kind of thinking is like beating a dead horse. Sure it may make you feel good and the "squish" sounds may be kind of cool, but ultimately all you'll be doing is attracting flies and getting nowhere fast.
If they like flowers/plants buy them one.
If they have a sweet tooth...by all that is good and holy get them some chocolate.
If they like jewelery AND you can afford it, get them a little trinket.
Hell most guys would be happy with a decent DVD/Video Game/CD. Price $10-$25.
Most women would be happy with a card and some kind of flower. Price $10-$25.
Shopping is done.
Now on to more important things. Whether to go out for dinner and entertainment or stay home and cuddle. Either way it's a win win situation.
HOWEVER--If your entire relationship hinders on the perfect gift, get the hell out of dodge. Run to the hills. Get to steppin'.
No relationship should ever be so fragile as to hang on the balance of a gift of any kind. Which pretty much means you think you are driving down a 2-way street, but sadly it's a one way and if you look closely up ahead you can see that it dead ends.
2. It makes single people feel like losers because they are single.
Actually it's not this so-called holiday that makes people feel like losers. That particular piece of blame falls into the jurisdiction of...drum roll please...US. WE THE PEOPLE. Your peers.
This is true because no-one can make you feel more like crap than those you trust and love the most. So this goes out to all of you, The Friends/The Pals/The Chums who think they know better...
SHUT UP!!
Just because you're in a relationship, it doesn't make you any better than anyone else...EVER!
It also does not mean you have the ability to dispense advice like a seasoned veteran, it just means you were lucky to find someone who is willing to put up with you, for whatever reason they choose to call it.
This does not raise your status in the world. It does not elevate you or your wisdom.
It doesn't make you a better person in any way. It just makes you NOT single.
Just remember, you're only one word from being single again...and that word is "GOOD-BYE."
3. Valentine's Day is such an important holiday for couples.
OK, and anyone who believes this should be drawn and quartered. After being kicked in the Jimmy/Jane multiple times, with pointy boots/shoes.
WHY?
Because you are too stupid to breathe. You should not wait until Feb. 14th to tell anyone how you feel.
This should be done repeatedly, everyday and for no reason at all.
If you want to propose than propose. Doing it on a Hallmark holiday does NOT make it more romantic, it makes it cliche.
If Valentines day reminds you how special the one you're with is...end it right now. You should be reminded of this fact every time they breathe. Because, in all honesty, no one really needs any one person to live.
If you're happy with who you are, you don't need someone to else to define you.
Ever.
Some of you don't like Valentine's Day.
I understand.
What I understand least about this particular topic, is the reasons why some of you hate this "holiday."
So I (in my infinite lack of wisdom and tact), will sit here, type away and make some lame jokes, so that I might understand your feelings.
OK?
1. He/she doesn't know what type of gift/goodies to give or are desired.
If you're with someone, and you love them it doesn't matter what you get them. That kind of thinking is like beating a dead horse. Sure it may make you feel good and the "squish" sounds may be kind of cool, but ultimately all you'll be doing is attracting flies and getting nowhere fast.
If they like flowers/plants buy them one.
If they have a sweet tooth...by all that is good and holy get them some chocolate.
If they like jewelery AND you can afford it, get them a little trinket.
Hell most guys would be happy with a decent DVD/Video Game/CD. Price $10-$25.
Most women would be happy with a card and some kind of flower. Price $10-$25.
Shopping is done.
Now on to more important things. Whether to go out for dinner and entertainment or stay home and cuddle. Either way it's a win win situation.
HOWEVER--If your entire relationship hinders on the perfect gift, get the hell out of dodge. Run to the hills. Get to steppin'.
No relationship should ever be so fragile as to hang on the balance of a gift of any kind. Which pretty much means you think you are driving down a 2-way street, but sadly it's a one way and if you look closely up ahead you can see that it dead ends.
2. It makes single people feel like losers because they are single.
Actually it's not this so-called holiday that makes people feel like losers. That particular piece of blame falls into the jurisdiction of...drum roll please...US. WE THE PEOPLE. Your peers.
This is true because no-one can make you feel more like crap than those you trust and love the most. So this goes out to all of you, The Friends/The Pals/The Chums who think they know better...
SHUT UP!!
Just because you're in a relationship, it doesn't make you any better than anyone else...EVER!
It also does not mean you have the ability to dispense advice like a seasoned veteran, it just means you were lucky to find someone who is willing to put up with you, for whatever reason they choose to call it.
This does not raise your status in the world. It does not elevate you or your wisdom.
It doesn't make you a better person in any way. It just makes you NOT single.
Just remember, you're only one word from being single again...and that word is "GOOD-BYE."
3. Valentine's Day is such an important holiday for couples.
OK, and anyone who believes this should be drawn and quartered. After being kicked in the Jimmy/Jane multiple times, with pointy boots/shoes.
WHY?
Because you are too stupid to breathe. You should not wait until Feb. 14th to tell anyone how you feel.
This should be done repeatedly, everyday and for no reason at all.
If you want to propose than propose. Doing it on a Hallmark holiday does NOT make it more romantic, it makes it cliche.
If Valentines day reminds you how special the one you're with is...end it right now. You should be reminded of this fact every time they breathe. Because, in all honesty, no one really needs any one person to live.
If you're happy with who you are, you don't need someone to else to define you.
Ever.
Feb 18, 2008
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
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.
OK sometimes it's a TV.
Sometimes it's nothing at all.
Yeah, that'll do pig, that'll do.
For now.
Feb 17, 2008
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.
I'm looking to be more efficient in the laziness.
All because I can't really sleep.
God, this just sucks.
Feb 14, 2008
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
Feb 12, 2008
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.
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.
Feb 11, 2008
Feb 10, 2008
Feb 9, 2008
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!!!!"
Feb 8, 2008
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
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
Feb 7, 2008
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 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??
Feb 5, 2008
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.
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?
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?
Feb 4, 2008
PART OF YOUR WORLD - The LITTLE MERMAID
Yeah still going through my sappy moment. I LOOOVE this song.
Feb 3, 2008
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.
Jan 29, 2008
Jan 28, 2008
Jan 23, 2008
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
Jan 12, 2008
Nov 21, 2007
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.
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.
Oct 7, 2007
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
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
Sep 6, 2007
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.
"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.
Aug 25, 2007
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.
"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.
Aug 10, 2007
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.
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.
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