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When the ducks get out of row, defy the leader and make your own flight plan. Put some distance between you and the turbulence of your acquaintant misfortunes. Study the tea leaves, both good and bad fortunes, in a different mug. When your view from the high dive has become hazy, find a new jumping off point. Get your feet wet from outside the box. If both oars hit the water with slight variations of the same cadence, see just where straying from the shortest distance between A to B takes you before buying new ones. If your zig and zag have become misaligned, try a magic 8-ball or a charming poppee thingy to help with some important decisions!
You can always make your plans in pencil and write over them in pen when they are somewhat realized. If you need to write in the "space reserved for U.S. postal service" go for it…
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Blah blah blah
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Today is an empty day. I'm just now washing up on the beach. A long way around the other side of the first day of a short week. Hard to see the progress of making progress. Both oars in the water with slight variations of the same cadence. Not making a strait line towards autopilot hours of home!
Today is an empty day. I'm just now washing up on the beach. A long way around the other side of the first day of a short week. Hard to see the progress of making progress. Both oars in the water with slight variations of the same cadence. Not making a strait line towards autopilot hours of home!
MY PET BLOG and Poppies for the vets
MY PET BLOG
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1100 views of my blog as of this morning. Wow, that is a lot of logging in by my one reader! I hope that all who come here enjoy or at least they don't feel like the time spent reading my stuff is 3 minutes of their life that they can't get back!?
Poppies for the vets, as we take a day to remember all who have died or were injured in the line of duty as well as all with the fortune to come home in one piece and all who serve us currently. War and conflict are not be the best answer, but it seems to be what the powers that be feel is best. So thanks again for those who do the dirty work of our seat of power types! God bless you all
me
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1100 views of my blog as of this morning. Wow, that is a lot of logging in by my one reader! I hope that all who come here enjoy or at least they don't feel like the time spent reading my stuff is 3 minutes of their life that they can't get back!?
Poppies for the vets, as we take a day to remember all who have died or were injured in the line of duty as well as all with the fortune to come home in one piece and all who serve us currently. War and conflict are not be the best answer, but it seems to be what the powers that be feel is best. So thanks again for those who do the dirty work of our seat of power types! God bless you all
me
"30 years of the FORCE"
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Well 30 years ago, a seminal moment in my life, the release of Star Wars. The first movie I've ever seen, we missed the 1st ten minutes so at my suggestion we stayed and watched it again. Then came the toys, dibs on Han Solo, I'm always Han!(Boba Fet was my 2nd choice) My friend Lars had almost all the ships and cool figures and he had a garden that was perfect for playing Return of the Jedi. The wood chips, the bushes, and the big little tree. It was a close approximation of Endor. He also had the battery powered blasters so we would also make use of the near by spots to play out various scenes. Jazz hands good times!!!
Then there was the premiere of Star Wars on HBO. My dad, mother, sister and me in the family room eating freshly air popped pop corn, watching the first airing since leaving theaters. Many many many cable viewing later, VHS and all the various DVD releases, it is still close to my heart. New Hope, Empire and Jedi that is, Don't care much for the Jar Jar era episodes. Oh well batting .500 does get you in the Hall of Fame!
When they rereleased New Hope, I went with some friends and there were a few people dressed as characters. I would have been Han. At the end when they were handing out the medallions, someone actually got up and soluted the screen!
Many thanks to Han, Chewy, Luke, Leia, Yoda, Darth, Old Ben, Boba Fet... MAY THE FORCE BE THEM ALWAYS!
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
Well 30 years ago, a seminal moment in my life, the release of Star Wars. The first movie I've ever seen, we missed the 1st ten minutes so at my suggestion we stayed and watched it again. Then came the toys, dibs on Han Solo, I'm always Han!(Boba Fet was my 2nd choice) My friend Lars had almost all the ships and cool figures and he had a garden that was perfect for playing Return of the Jedi. The wood chips, the bushes, and the big little tree. It was a close approximation of Endor. He also had the battery powered blasters so we would also make use of the near by spots to play out various scenes. Jazz hands good times!!!
Then there was the premiere of Star Wars on HBO. My dad, mother, sister and me in the family room eating freshly air popped pop corn, watching the first airing since leaving theaters. Many many many cable viewing later, VHS and all the various DVD releases, it is still close to my heart. New Hope, Empire and Jedi that is, Don't care much for the Jar Jar era episodes. Oh well batting .500 does get you in the Hall of Fame!
When they rereleased New Hope, I went with some friends and there were a few people dressed as characters. I would have been Han. At the end when they were handing out the medallions, someone actually got up and soluted the screen!
Many thanks to Han, Chewy, Luke, Leia, Yoda, Darth, Old Ben, Boba Fet... MAY THE FORCE BE THEM ALWAYS!
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
The Blue of Distance
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a bit from "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" by Rebecca Solnit
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not traval the whole distence from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distence. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distence, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much which is in the color blue.
a bit from "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" by Rebecca Solnit
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not traval the whole distence from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distence. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distence, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much which is in the color blue.
"Cue the opening theme to "Land of the lost"
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The B-52's "Planet Clare" Not quite what you were expecting eh? I'm not speaking of the Jurassic Park esq., cutting edge for its day special effects laden 70's TV show. I mean the DJ Robert Drake hosted 80's musical phantasm of things forgotten and never heard from again until the final Friday of every month from 7 - 11 PM on 88.5 WXPN. http://www.xponentialmusic.org/archives/landofthelost.php
Listening to the opening of the show "Planet Clare" comes on its time to listen to everything new wave. This also means I'm almost done the frontal lobe numbing tasks that will allow me to pilot my dust buster back to its charger and a step closer to 3, well 2 and 1/3 days off! I reach the charger and poof, blown fuse. I have to stay for the off load and sorting of the freight. Come on folks, you think your packages get to the "world on time" with elfin magic? FedEx did buy the elfin magic a couple years ago, I think it was part of the Kinkos deal. Finally done,14 hours from start to finish with 11 of them spent on the clock.
Summer 2007 is upon us until the indian comes along and kicks him off the island! Then uncle fall comes back from his 9 month vacation in San Diego to make the leaves his canvas of color. Boy do I love uncle fall!
Due to recent good fortunes, I will spend part of my 2+ days down time with a very promising new book and breaking in a new hat, "life is good" indeed!The forecast is calling for hot and hazy all weekend. The kind of heat that will try to melt off that last layer of winter skin that helps with the cool mornings that still hang around most of Mays early hours. Problem with that layer is that in weather like this it retains the sweat like a sponge, just won't let go. Hopefully when it is all said and done I'll burn off that winter layer for good.
Saturday: Coaching 3 driving lessons and then off to my cousins party for some Lions head lager. Pretty good for like $10.25 a case and the cheeky bottle cap brain teasers make it even better!
http://www.lionbrewery.com/index.html
Sunday: Sleep in till like 8:30, church, then house work to be done and perhaps I'll find my golf clubs and see if I can hit em long and strait or at least try to hit the ball collecting tractor or maybe try to slap a few big yellow ones in the batting cages! Later should yield a trip to the Tiki for dinner and drinks.
Monday (the other Sunday for this week): Sleeping in until I'm good and ready to get up!!!! If it is too hot in the house, the a/c will be set to sub zero. More packing the non essentials and pitching the useless crap. Hopefully somewhere in the chain of events I'll be heading over to see Cameron and Gavin at some point. :-)
It should be a nice battery charger of a weekend, although 5:20am is going to kick me in the britches come Tuesday morning Ugghh!
Thanks for reading my stuff
The B-52's "Planet Clare" Not quite what you were expecting eh? I'm not speaking of the Jurassic Park esq., cutting edge for its day special effects laden 70's TV show. I mean the DJ Robert Drake hosted 80's musical phantasm of things forgotten and never heard from again until the final Friday of every month from 7 - 11 PM on 88.5 WXPN. http://www.xponentialmusic.org/archives/landofthelost.php
Listening to the opening of the show "Planet Clare" comes on its time to listen to everything new wave. This also means I'm almost done the frontal lobe numbing tasks that will allow me to pilot my dust buster back to its charger and a step closer to 3, well 2 and 1/3 days off! I reach the charger and poof, blown fuse. I have to stay for the off load and sorting of the freight. Come on folks, you think your packages get to the "world on time" with elfin magic? FedEx did buy the elfin magic a couple years ago, I think it was part of the Kinkos deal. Finally done,14 hours from start to finish with 11 of them spent on the clock.
Summer 2007 is upon us until the indian comes along and kicks him off the island! Then uncle fall comes back from his 9 month vacation in San Diego to make the leaves his canvas of color. Boy do I love uncle fall!
Due to recent good fortunes, I will spend part of my 2+ days down time with a very promising new book and breaking in a new hat, "life is good" indeed!The forecast is calling for hot and hazy all weekend. The kind of heat that will try to melt off that last layer of winter skin that helps with the cool mornings that still hang around most of Mays early hours. Problem with that layer is that in weather like this it retains the sweat like a sponge, just won't let go. Hopefully when it is all said and done I'll burn off that winter layer for good.
Saturday: Coaching 3 driving lessons and then off to my cousins party for some Lions head lager. Pretty good for like $10.25 a case and the cheeky bottle cap brain teasers make it even better!
http://www.lionbrewery.com/index.html
Sunday: Sleep in till like 8:30, church, then house work to be done and perhaps I'll find my golf clubs and see if I can hit em long and strait or at least try to hit the ball collecting tractor or maybe try to slap a few big yellow ones in the batting cages! Later should yield a trip to the Tiki for dinner and drinks.
Monday (the other Sunday for this week): Sleeping in until I'm good and ready to get up!!!! If it is too hot in the house, the a/c will be set to sub zero. More packing the non essentials and pitching the useless crap. Hopefully somewhere in the chain of events I'll be heading over to see Cameron and Gavin at some point. :-)
It should be a nice battery charger of a weekend, although 5:20am is going to kick me in the britches come Tuesday morning Ugghh!
Thanks for reading my stuff
"Do the wandering elk live there to?"
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General Tso's fortune
:) "You are heading for a land of sunshine" :) and my lucky number was on the back so it is a true fortune!
General Tso's fortune
:) "You are heading for a land of sunshine" :) and my lucky number was on the back so it is a true fortune!
“ext 3216”
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What can you find in the dire straits of soul searching solitude? It's that journey that takes you where you need to go and what you take with you is not always what you bring back. To know the questions and reasons why you are asking them? How long dose it take to answer is anyone's guess? To have the knowledge that the answers don't always come in obvious packages. You go in and out of radio silence, stop breathing, start again, just to loose your breath once more. That's when you drink the "clean water for to quench" your thirst , look up to the sky beyond the tree tops and down to the moss on the forrest floor to try to get your bearings. You take what may come along the way and hope you know its form when it presents itself. Hope is when the best is still to come…
What can you find in the dire straits of soul searching solitude? It's that journey that takes you where you need to go and what you take with you is not always what you bring back. To know the questions and reasons why you are asking them? How long dose it take to answer is anyone's guess? To have the knowledge that the answers don't always come in obvious packages. You go in and out of radio silence, stop breathing, start again, just to loose your breath once more. That's when you drink the "clean water for to quench" your thirst , look up to the sky beyond the tree tops and down to the moss on the forrest floor to try to get your bearings. You take what may come along the way and hope you know its form when it presents itself. Hope is when the best is still to come…
A last walk up memory lane for some "stuff"
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As Samson tries to cute his way up onto my bed. I lay here just moments from going through the last of my stuff that will either be marked for death by dumpster or boxed up and moved on to my next place in life. Time to go do some manual labor so I can travel light!
Time for the shedding of what, in some cases, took 30+ years of "collecting"! I also have to go through and get rid of my Grams unclaimed freight. She had a 52 year head start. There isn't much left there that is of any value. So that will be more of a shlepping of stuff to the top of the hill kind of thing. I have gone through most of my stuff and already found some of my pops things :-), boxes of nic nacs and assorted brick a brack, some old photos (with bad hair and vintage clothing), a couple of my kiln baked art projects that have stood the test of time (the blind man pencil holder is my personal fav), a ton of car magazines and useless crap. Someone suggested that I hold a yard sale. Well I have mostly useless crap, with some junk, people buy junk, not useless crap and I couldn't even sell most of the junk at last years neighborhood yard sale. Actually, people do by useless crap, just look at eBay and you will be able to buy vast loads of useless crap for sale. I knew someone who bought a coffee can filled with expired beach tags for a dollar and sold two different bundles of them for $27 and $38 on eBay! "One born every minute" should now read "one logs on every minute"! I buy off of Amazon.com from time to time, but not useless crap, well not until at least 6 months of dust collects on it before it qualifies as such. To the excess that is the online shopping with free shipping world in which we live,exciting times indeed!
I'm going to go get rid of all the stuff I got the old "fasioned way".
Thanks for reading me
As Samson tries to cute his way up onto my bed. I lay here just moments from going through the last of my stuff that will either be marked for death by dumpster or boxed up and moved on to my next place in life. Time to go do some manual labor so I can travel light!
Time for the shedding of what, in some cases, took 30+ years of "collecting"! I also have to go through and get rid of my Grams unclaimed freight. She had a 52 year head start. There isn't much left there that is of any value. So that will be more of a shlepping of stuff to the top of the hill kind of thing. I have gone through most of my stuff and already found some of my pops things :-), boxes of nic nacs and assorted brick a brack, some old photos (with bad hair and vintage clothing), a couple of my kiln baked art projects that have stood the test of time (the blind man pencil holder is my personal fav), a ton of car magazines and useless crap. Someone suggested that I hold a yard sale. Well I have mostly useless crap, with some junk, people buy junk, not useless crap and I couldn't even sell most of the junk at last years neighborhood yard sale. Actually, people do by useless crap, just look at eBay and you will be able to buy vast loads of useless crap for sale. I knew someone who bought a coffee can filled with expired beach tags for a dollar and sold two different bundles of them for $27 and $38 on eBay! "One born every minute" should now read "one logs on every minute"! I buy off of Amazon.com from time to time, but not useless crap, well not until at least 6 months of dust collects on it before it qualifies as such. To the excess that is the online shopping with free shipping world in which we live,exciting times indeed!
I'm going to go get rid of all the stuff I got the old "fasioned way".
Thanks for reading me
Long day
The pen was set to a fine mist today. Got some stuff written … but 14+ hours took a toll. Can't seem to get all today's thoughts into the net and on the boat. Tomorrow should reap the bounty of today's writings.
Thanks for reading my stuff
me
Thanks for reading my stuff
me
“You can always change the bait when the catch is the same”
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When the ducks get out of row, defy the leader and make your own flight plan. Put some distance between you and the turbulence of your acquaintant misfortunes. Study the tea leaves, both good and bad fortunes, in a different mug. When your view from the high dive has become hazy, find a new jumping off point. Get your feet wet from outside the box. If both oars hit the water with slight variations of the same cadence, see just where straying from the shortest distance between A to B takes you before buying new ones. If your zig and zag have become misaligned, try a magic 8-ball or a charming poppee thingy to help with some important decisions!
You can always make your plans in pencil and write over them in pen when they are somewhat realized. If you need to write in the "space reserved for U.S. postal service" go for it…
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
When the ducks get out of row, defy the leader and make your own flight plan. Put some distance between you and the turbulence of your acquaintant misfortunes. Study the tea leaves, both good and bad fortunes, in a different mug. When your view from the high dive has become hazy, find a new jumping off point. Get your feet wet from outside the box. If both oars hit the water with slight variations of the same cadence, see just where straying from the shortest distance between A to B takes you before buying new ones. If your zig and zag have become misaligned, try a magic 8-ball or a charming poppee thingy to help with some important decisions!
You can always make your plans in pencil and write over them in pen when they are somewhat realized. If you need to write in the "space reserved for U.S. postal service" go for it…
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
Blah blah blah
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Today is an empty day. I'm just now washing up on the beach. A long way around the other side of the first day of a short week. Hard to see the progress of making progress. Both oars in the water with slight variations of the same cadence. Not making a strait line towards autopilot hours of home!
Today is an empty day. I'm just now washing up on the beach. A long way around the other side of the first day of a short week. Hard to see the progress of making progress. Both oars in the water with slight variations of the same cadence. Not making a strait line towards autopilot hours of home!
MY PET BLOG and Poppies for the vets
MY PET BLOG
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1100 views of my blog as of this morning. Wow, that is a lot of logging in by my one reader! I hope that all who come here enjoy or at least they don't feel like the time spent reading my stuff is 3 minutes of their life that they can't get back!?
Poppies for the vets, as we take a day to remember all who have died or were injured in the line of duty as well as all with the fortune to come home in one piece and all who serve us currently. War and conflict are not be the best answer, but it seems to be what the powers that be feel is best. So thanks again for those who do the dirty work of our seat of power types! God bless you all
me
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1100 views of my blog as of this morning. Wow, that is a lot of logging in by my one reader! I hope that all who come here enjoy or at least they don't feel like the time spent reading my stuff is 3 minutes of their life that they can't get back!?
Poppies for the vets, as we take a day to remember all who have died or were injured in the line of duty as well as all with the fortune to come home in one piece and all who serve us currently. War and conflict are not be the best answer, but it seems to be what the powers that be feel is best. So thanks again for those who do the dirty work of our seat of power types! God bless you all
me
"30 years of the FORCE"
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Well 30 years ago, a seminal moment in my life, the release of Star Wars. The first movie I've ever seen, we missed the 1st ten minutes so at my suggestion we stayed and watched it again. Then came the toys, dibs on Han Solo, I'm always Han!(Boba Fet was my 2nd choice) My friend Lars had almost all the ships and cool figures and he had a garden that was perfect for playing Return of the Jedi. The wood chips, the bushes, and the big little tree. It was a close approximation of Endor. He also had the battery powered blasters so we would also make use of the near by spots to play out various scenes. Jazz hands good times!!!
Then there was the premiere of Star Wars on HBO. My dad, mother, sister and me in the family room eating freshly air popped pop corn, watching the first airing since leaving theaters. Many many many cable viewing later, VHS and all the various DVD releases, it is still close to my heart. New Hope, Empire and Jedi that is, Don't care much for the Jar Jar era episodes. Oh well batting .500 does get you in the Hall of Fame!
When they rereleased New Hope, I went with some friends and there were a few people dressed as characters. I would have been Han. At the end when they were handing out the medallions, someone actually got up and soluted the screen!
Many thanks to Han, Chewy, Luke, Leia, Yoda, Darth, Old Ben, Boba Fet... MAY THE FORCE BE THEM ALWAYS!
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
Well 30 years ago, a seminal moment in my life, the release of Star Wars. The first movie I've ever seen, we missed the 1st ten minutes so at my suggestion we stayed and watched it again. Then came the toys, dibs on Han Solo, I'm always Han!(Boba Fet was my 2nd choice) My friend Lars had almost all the ships and cool figures and he had a garden that was perfect for playing Return of the Jedi. The wood chips, the bushes, and the big little tree. It was a close approximation of Endor. He also had the battery powered blasters so we would also make use of the near by spots to play out various scenes. Jazz hands good times!!!
Then there was the premiere of Star Wars on HBO. My dad, mother, sister and me in the family room eating freshly air popped pop corn, watching the first airing since leaving theaters. Many many many cable viewing later, VHS and all the various DVD releases, it is still close to my heart. New Hope, Empire and Jedi that is, Don't care much for the Jar Jar era episodes. Oh well batting .500 does get you in the Hall of Fame!
When they rereleased New Hope, I went with some friends and there were a few people dressed as characters. I would have been Han. At the end when they were handing out the medallions, someone actually got up and soluted the screen!
Many thanks to Han, Chewy, Luke, Leia, Yoda, Darth, Old Ben, Boba Fet... MAY THE FORCE BE THEM ALWAYS!
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
The Blue of Distance
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a bit from "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" by Rebecca Solnit
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not traval the whole distence from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distence. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distence, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much which is in the color blue.
a bit from "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" by Rebecca Solnit
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not traval the whole distence from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distence. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distence, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much which is in the color blue.
"Cue the opening theme to "Land of the lost"
…
The B-52's "Planet Clare" Not quite what you were expecting eh? I'm not speaking of the Jurassic Park esq., cutting edge for its day special effects laden 70's TV show. I mean the DJ Robert Drake hosted 80's musical phantasm of things forgotten and never heard from again until the final Friday of every month from 7 - 11 PM on 88.5 WXPN. http://www.xponentialmusic.org/archives/landofthelost.php
Listening to the opening of the show "Planet Clare" comes on its time to listen to everything new wave. This also means I'm almost done the frontal lobe numbing tasks that will allow me to pilot my dust buster back to its charger and a step closer to 3, well 2 and 1/3 days off! I reach the charger and poof, blown fuse. I have to stay for the off load and sorting of the freight. Come on folks, you think your packages get to the "world on time" with elfin magic? FedEx did buy the elfin magic a couple years ago, I think it was part of the Kinkos deal. Finally done,14 hours from start to finish with 11 of them spent on the clock.
Summer 2007 is upon us until the indian comes along and kicks him off the island! Then uncle fall comes back from his 9 month vacation in San Diego to make the leaves his canvas of color. Boy do I love uncle fall!
Due to recent good fortunes, I will spend part of my 2+ days down time with a very promising new book and breaking in a new hat, "life is good" indeed!The forecast is calling for hot and hazy all weekend. The kind of heat that will try to melt off that last layer of winter skin that helps with the cool mornings that still hang around most of Mays early hours. Problem with that layer is that in weather like this it retains the sweat like a sponge, just won't let go. Hopefully when it is all said and done I'll burn off that winter layer for good.
Saturday: Coaching 3 driving lessons and then off to my cousins party for some Lions head lager. Pretty good for like $10.25 a case and the cheeky bottle cap brain teasers make it even better!
http://www.lionbrewery.com/index.html
Sunday: Sleep in till like 8:30, church, then house work to be done and perhaps I'll find my golf clubs and see if I can hit em long and strait or at least try to hit the ball collecting tractor or maybe try to slap a few big yellow ones in the batting cages! Later should yield a trip to the Tiki for dinner and drinks.
Monday (the other Sunday for this week): Sleeping in until I'm good and ready to get up!!!! If it is too hot in the house, the a/c will be set to sub zero. More packing the non essentials and pitching the useless crap. Hopefully somewhere in the chain of events I'll be heading over to see Cameron and Gavin at some point. :-)
It should be a nice battery charger of a weekend, although 5:20am is going to kick me in the britches come Tuesday morning Ugghh!
Thanks for reading my stuff
The B-52's "Planet Clare" Not quite what you were expecting eh? I'm not speaking of the Jurassic Park esq., cutting edge for its day special effects laden 70's TV show. I mean the DJ Robert Drake hosted 80's musical phantasm of things forgotten and never heard from again until the final Friday of every month from 7 - 11 PM on 88.5 WXPN. http://www.xponentialmusic.org/archives/landofthelost.php
Listening to the opening of the show "Planet Clare" comes on its time to listen to everything new wave. This also means I'm almost done the frontal lobe numbing tasks that will allow me to pilot my dust buster back to its charger and a step closer to 3, well 2 and 1/3 days off! I reach the charger and poof, blown fuse. I have to stay for the off load and sorting of the freight. Come on folks, you think your packages get to the "world on time" with elfin magic? FedEx did buy the elfin magic a couple years ago, I think it was part of the Kinkos deal. Finally done,14 hours from start to finish with 11 of them spent on the clock.
Summer 2007 is upon us until the indian comes along and kicks him off the island! Then uncle fall comes back from his 9 month vacation in San Diego to make the leaves his canvas of color. Boy do I love uncle fall!
Due to recent good fortunes, I will spend part of my 2+ days down time with a very promising new book and breaking in a new hat, "life is good" indeed!The forecast is calling for hot and hazy all weekend. The kind of heat that will try to melt off that last layer of winter skin that helps with the cool mornings that still hang around most of Mays early hours. Problem with that layer is that in weather like this it retains the sweat like a sponge, just won't let go. Hopefully when it is all said and done I'll burn off that winter layer for good.
Saturday: Coaching 3 driving lessons and then off to my cousins party for some Lions head lager. Pretty good for like $10.25 a case and the cheeky bottle cap brain teasers make it even better!
http://www.lionbrewery.com/index.html
Sunday: Sleep in till like 8:30, church, then house work to be done and perhaps I'll find my golf clubs and see if I can hit em long and strait or at least try to hit the ball collecting tractor or maybe try to slap a few big yellow ones in the batting cages! Later should yield a trip to the Tiki for dinner and drinks.
Monday (the other Sunday for this week): Sleeping in until I'm good and ready to get up!!!! If it is too hot in the house, the a/c will be set to sub zero. More packing the non essentials and pitching the useless crap. Hopefully somewhere in the chain of events I'll be heading over to see Cameron and Gavin at some point. :-)
It should be a nice battery charger of a weekend, although 5:20am is going to kick me in the britches come Tuesday morning Ugghh!
Thanks for reading my stuff
"Do the wandering elk live there to?"
…
General Tso's fortune
:) "You are heading for a land of sunshine" :) and my lucky number was on the back so it is a true fortune!
General Tso's fortune
:) "You are heading for a land of sunshine" :) and my lucky number was on the back so it is a true fortune!
“ext 3216”
…
What can you find in the dire straits of soul searching solitude? It's that journey that takes you where you need to go and what you take with you is not always what you bring back. To know the questions and reasons why you are asking them? How long dose it take to answer is anyone's guess? To have the knowledge that the answers don't always come in obvious packages. You go in and out of radio silence, stop breathing, start again, just to loose your breath once more. That's when you drink the "clean water for to quench" your thirst , look up to the sky beyond the tree tops and down to the moss on the forrest floor to try to get your bearings. You take what may come along the way and hope you know its form when it presents itself. Hope is when the best is still to come…
What can you find in the dire straits of soul searching solitude? It's that journey that takes you where you need to go and what you take with you is not always what you bring back. To know the questions and reasons why you are asking them? How long dose it take to answer is anyone's guess? To have the knowledge that the answers don't always come in obvious packages. You go in and out of radio silence, stop breathing, start again, just to loose your breath once more. That's when you drink the "clean water for to quench" your thirst , look up to the sky beyond the tree tops and down to the moss on the forrest floor to try to get your bearings. You take what may come along the way and hope you know its form when it presents itself. Hope is when the best is still to come…
A last walk up memory lane for some "stuff"
…
As Samson tries to cute his way up onto my bed. I lay here just moments from going through the last of my stuff that will either be marked for death by dumpster or boxed up and moved on to my next place in life. Time to go do some manual labor so I can travel light!
Time for the shedding of what, in some cases, took 30+ years of "collecting"! I also have to go through and get rid of my Grams unclaimed freight. She had a 52 year head start. There isn't much left there that is of any value. So that will be more of a shlepping of stuff to the top of the hill kind of thing. I have gone through most of my stuff and already found some of my pops things :-), boxes of nic nacs and assorted brick a brack, some old photos (with bad hair and vintage clothing), a couple of my kiln baked art projects that have stood the test of time (the blind man pencil holder is my personal fav), a ton of car magazines and useless crap. Someone suggested that I hold a yard sale. Well I have mostly useless crap, with some junk, people buy junk, not useless crap and I couldn't even sell most of the junk at last years neighborhood yard sale. Actually, people do by useless crap, just look at eBay and you will be able to buy vast loads of useless crap for sale. I knew someone who bought a coffee can filled with expired beach tags for a dollar and sold two different bundles of them for $27 and $38 on eBay! "One born every minute" should now read "one logs on every minute"! I buy off of Amazon.com from time to time, but not useless crap, well not until at least 6 months of dust collects on it before it qualifies as such. To the excess that is the online shopping with free shipping world in which we live,exciting times indeed!
I'm going to go get rid of all the stuff I got the old "fasioned way".
Thanks for reading me
As Samson tries to cute his way up onto my bed. I lay here just moments from going through the last of my stuff that will either be marked for death by dumpster or boxed up and moved on to my next place in life. Time to go do some manual labor so I can travel light!
Time for the shedding of what, in some cases, took 30+ years of "collecting"! I also have to go through and get rid of my Grams unclaimed freight. She had a 52 year head start. There isn't much left there that is of any value. So that will be more of a shlepping of stuff to the top of the hill kind of thing. I have gone through most of my stuff and already found some of my pops things :-), boxes of nic nacs and assorted brick a brack, some old photos (with bad hair and vintage clothing), a couple of my kiln baked art projects that have stood the test of time (the blind man pencil holder is my personal fav), a ton of car magazines and useless crap. Someone suggested that I hold a yard sale. Well I have mostly useless crap, with some junk, people buy junk, not useless crap and I couldn't even sell most of the junk at last years neighborhood yard sale. Actually, people do by useless crap, just look at eBay and you will be able to buy vast loads of useless crap for sale. I knew someone who bought a coffee can filled with expired beach tags for a dollar and sold two different bundles of them for $27 and $38 on eBay! "One born every minute" should now read "one logs on every minute"! I buy off of Amazon.com from time to time, but not useless crap, well not until at least 6 months of dust collects on it before it qualifies as such. To the excess that is the online shopping with free shipping world in which we live,exciting times indeed!
I'm going to go get rid of all the stuff I got the old "fasioned way".
Thanks for reading me
Long day
The pen was set to a fine mist today. Got some stuff written … but 14+ hours took a toll. Can't seem to get all today's thoughts into the net and on the boat. Tomorrow should reap the bounty of today's writings.
Thanks for reading my stuff
me
Thanks for reading my stuff
me
“You can always change the bait when the catch is the same”
…
When the ducks get out of row, defy the leader and make your own flight plan. Put some distance between you and the turbulence of your acquaintant misfortunes. Study the tea leaves, both good and bad fortunes, in a different mug. When your view from the high dive has become hazy, find a new jumping off point. Get your feet wet from outside the box. If both oars hit the water with slight variations of the same cadence, see just where straying from the shortest distance between A to B takes you before buying new ones. If your zig and zag have become misaligned, try a magic 8-ball or a charming poppee thingy to help with some important decisions!
You can always make your plans in pencil and write over them in pen when they are somewhat realized. If you need to write in the "space reserved for U.S. postal service" go for it…
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
When the ducks get out of row, defy the leader and make your own flight plan. Put some distance between you and the turbulence of your acquaintant misfortunes. Study the tea leaves, both good and bad fortunes, in a different mug. When your view from the high dive has become hazy, find a new jumping off point. Get your feet wet from outside the box. If both oars hit the water with slight variations of the same cadence, see just where straying from the shortest distance between A to B takes you before buying new ones. If your zig and zag have become misaligned, try a magic 8-ball or a charming poppee thingy to help with some important decisions!
You can always make your plans in pencil and write over them in pen when they are somewhat realized. If you need to write in the "space reserved for U.S. postal service" go for it…
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
Blah blah blah
…
Today is an empty day. I'm just now washing up on the beach. A long way around the other side of the first day of a short week. Hard to see the progress of making progress. Both oars in the water with slight variations of the same cadence. Not making a strait line towards autopilot hours of home!
Today is an empty day. I'm just now washing up on the beach. A long way around the other side of the first day of a short week. Hard to see the progress of making progress. Both oars in the water with slight variations of the same cadence. Not making a strait line towards autopilot hours of home!
MY PET BLOG and Poppies for the vets
MY PET BLOG
…
1100 views of my blog as of this morning. Wow, that is a lot of logging in by my one reader! I hope that all who come here enjoy or at least they don't feel like the time spent reading my stuff is 3 minutes of their life that they can't get back!?
Poppies for the vets, as we take a day to remember all who have died or were injured in the line of duty as well as all with the fortune to come home in one piece and all who serve us currently. War and conflict are not be the best answer, but it seems to be what the powers that be feel is best. So thanks again for those who do the dirty work of our seat of power types! God bless you all
me
…
1100 views of my blog as of this morning. Wow, that is a lot of logging in by my one reader! I hope that all who come here enjoy or at least they don't feel like the time spent reading my stuff is 3 minutes of their life that they can't get back!?
Poppies for the vets, as we take a day to remember all who have died or were injured in the line of duty as well as all with the fortune to come home in one piece and all who serve us currently. War and conflict are not be the best answer, but it seems to be what the powers that be feel is best. So thanks again for those who do the dirty work of our seat of power types! God bless you all
me
"30 years of the FORCE"
…
Well 30 years ago, a seminal moment in my life, the release of Star Wars. The first movie I've ever seen, we missed the 1st ten minutes so at my suggestion we stayed and watched it again. Then came the toys, dibs on Han Solo, I'm always Han!(Boba Fet was my 2nd choice) My friend Lars had almost all the ships and cool figures and he had a garden that was perfect for playing Return of the Jedi. The wood chips, the bushes, and the big little tree. It was a close approximation of Endor. He also had the battery powered blasters so we would also make use of the near by spots to play out various scenes. Jazz hands good times!!!
Then there was the premiere of Star Wars on HBO. My dad, mother, sister and me in the family room eating freshly air popped pop corn, watching the first airing since leaving theaters. Many many many cable viewing later, VHS and all the various DVD releases, it is still close to my heart. New Hope, Empire and Jedi that is, Don't care much for the Jar Jar era episodes. Oh well batting .500 does get you in the Hall of Fame!
When they rereleased New Hope, I went with some friends and there were a few people dressed as characters. I would have been Han. At the end when they were handing out the medallions, someone actually got up and soluted the screen!
Many thanks to Han, Chewy, Luke, Leia, Yoda, Darth, Old Ben, Boba Fet... MAY THE FORCE BE THEM ALWAYS!
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
Well 30 years ago, a seminal moment in my life, the release of Star Wars. The first movie I've ever seen, we missed the 1st ten minutes so at my suggestion we stayed and watched it again. Then came the toys, dibs on Han Solo, I'm always Han!(Boba Fet was my 2nd choice) My friend Lars had almost all the ships and cool figures and he had a garden that was perfect for playing Return of the Jedi. The wood chips, the bushes, and the big little tree. It was a close approximation of Endor. He also had the battery powered blasters so we would also make use of the near by spots to play out various scenes. Jazz hands good times!!!
Then there was the premiere of Star Wars on HBO. My dad, mother, sister and me in the family room eating freshly air popped pop corn, watching the first airing since leaving theaters. Many many many cable viewing later, VHS and all the various DVD releases, it is still close to my heart. New Hope, Empire and Jedi that is, Don't care much for the Jar Jar era episodes. Oh well batting .500 does get you in the Hall of Fame!
When they rereleased New Hope, I went with some friends and there were a few people dressed as characters. I would have been Han. At the end when they were handing out the medallions, someone actually got up and soluted the screen!
Many thanks to Han, Chewy, Luke, Leia, Yoda, Darth, Old Ben, Boba Fet... MAY THE FORCE BE THEM ALWAYS!
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
The Blue of Distance
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a bit from "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" by Rebecca Solnit
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not traval the whole distence from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distence. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distence, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much which is in the color blue.
a bit from "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" by Rebecca Solnit
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not traval the whole distence from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distence. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distence, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much which is in the color blue.
"Cue the opening theme to "Land of the lost"
…
The B-52's "Planet Clare" Not quite what you were expecting eh? I'm not speaking of the Jurassic Park esq., cutting edge for its day special effects laden 70's TV show. I mean the DJ Robert Drake hosted 80's musical phantasm of things forgotten and never heard from again until the final Friday of every month from 7 - 11 PM on 88.5 WXPN. http://www.xponentialmusic.org/archives/landofthelost.php
Listening to the opening of the show "Planet Clare" comes on its time to listen to everything new wave. This also means I'm almost done the frontal lobe numbing tasks that will allow me to pilot my dust buster back to its charger and a step closer to 3, well 2 and 1/3 days off! I reach the charger and poof, blown fuse. I have to stay for the off load and sorting of the freight. Come on folks, you think your packages get to the "world on time" with elfin magic? FedEx did buy the elfin magic a couple years ago, I think it was part of the Kinkos deal. Finally done,14 hours from start to finish with 11 of them spent on the clock.
Summer 2007 is upon us until the indian comes along and kicks him off the island! Then uncle fall comes back from his 9 month vacation in San Diego to make the leaves his canvas of color. Boy do I love uncle fall!
Due to recent good fortunes, I will spend part of my 2+ days down time with a very promising new book and breaking in a new hat, "life is good" indeed!The forecast is calling for hot and hazy all weekend. The kind of heat that will try to melt off that last layer of winter skin that helps with the cool mornings that still hang around most of Mays early hours. Problem with that layer is that in weather like this it retains the sweat like a sponge, just won't let go. Hopefully when it is all said and done I'll burn off that winter layer for good.
Saturday: Coaching 3 driving lessons and then off to my cousins party for some Lions head lager. Pretty good for like $10.25 a case and the cheeky bottle cap brain teasers make it even better!
http://www.lionbrewery.com/index.html
Sunday: Sleep in till like 8:30, church, then house work to be done and perhaps I'll find my golf clubs and see if I can hit em long and strait or at least try to hit the ball collecting tractor or maybe try to slap a few big yellow ones in the batting cages! Later should yield a trip to the Tiki for dinner and drinks.
Monday (the other Sunday for this week): Sleeping in until I'm good and ready to get up!!!! If it is too hot in the house, the a/c will be set to sub zero. More packing the non essentials and pitching the useless crap. Hopefully somewhere in the chain of events I'll be heading over to see Cameron and Gavin at some point. :-)
It should be a nice battery charger of a weekend, although 5:20am is going to kick me in the britches come Tuesday morning Ugghh!
Thanks for reading my stuff
The B-52's "Planet Clare" Not quite what you were expecting eh? I'm not speaking of the Jurassic Park esq., cutting edge for its day special effects laden 70's TV show. I mean the DJ Robert Drake hosted 80's musical phantasm of things forgotten and never heard from again until the final Friday of every month from 7 - 11 PM on 88.5 WXPN. http://www.xponentialmusic.org/archives/landofthelost.php
Listening to the opening of the show "Planet Clare" comes on its time to listen to everything new wave. This also means I'm almost done the frontal lobe numbing tasks that will allow me to pilot my dust buster back to its charger and a step closer to 3, well 2 and 1/3 days off! I reach the charger and poof, blown fuse. I have to stay for the off load and sorting of the freight. Come on folks, you think your packages get to the "world on time" with elfin magic? FedEx did buy the elfin magic a couple years ago, I think it was part of the Kinkos deal. Finally done,14 hours from start to finish with 11 of them spent on the clock.
Summer 2007 is upon us until the indian comes along and kicks him off the island! Then uncle fall comes back from his 9 month vacation in San Diego to make the leaves his canvas of color. Boy do I love uncle fall!
Due to recent good fortunes, I will spend part of my 2+ days down time with a very promising new book and breaking in a new hat, "life is good" indeed!The forecast is calling for hot and hazy all weekend. The kind of heat that will try to melt off that last layer of winter skin that helps with the cool mornings that still hang around most of Mays early hours. Problem with that layer is that in weather like this it retains the sweat like a sponge, just won't let go. Hopefully when it is all said and done I'll burn off that winter layer for good.
Saturday: Coaching 3 driving lessons and then off to my cousins party for some Lions head lager. Pretty good for like $10.25 a case and the cheeky bottle cap brain teasers make it even better!
http://www.lionbrewery.com/index.html
Sunday: Sleep in till like 8:30, church, then house work to be done and perhaps I'll find my golf clubs and see if I can hit em long and strait or at least try to hit the ball collecting tractor or maybe try to slap a few big yellow ones in the batting cages! Later should yield a trip to the Tiki for dinner and drinks.
Monday (the other Sunday for this week): Sleeping in until I'm good and ready to get up!!!! If it is too hot in the house, the a/c will be set to sub zero. More packing the non essentials and pitching the useless crap. Hopefully somewhere in the chain of events I'll be heading over to see Cameron and Gavin at some point. :-)
It should be a nice battery charger of a weekend, although 5:20am is going to kick me in the britches come Tuesday morning Ugghh!
Thanks for reading my stuff
"Do the wandering elk live there to?"
…
General Tso's fortune
:) "You are heading for a land of sunshine" :) and my lucky number was on the back so it is a true fortune!
General Tso's fortune
:) "You are heading for a land of sunshine" :) and my lucky number was on the back so it is a true fortune!
“ext 3216”
…
What can you find in the dire straits of soul searching solitude? It's that journey that takes you where you need to go and what you take with you is not always what you bring back. To know the questions and reasons why you are asking them? How long dose it take to answer is anyone's guess? To have the knowledge that the answers don't always come in obvious packages. You go in and out of radio silence, stop breathing, start again, just to loose your breath once more. That's when you drink the "clean water for to quench" your thirst , look up to the sky beyond the tree tops and down to the moss on the forrest floor to try to get your bearings. You take what may come along the way and hope you know its form when it presents itself. Hope is when the best is still to come…
What can you find in the dire straits of soul searching solitude? It's that journey that takes you where you need to go and what you take with you is not always what you bring back. To know the questions and reasons why you are asking them? How long dose it take to answer is anyone's guess? To have the knowledge that the answers don't always come in obvious packages. You go in and out of radio silence, stop breathing, start again, just to loose your breath once more. That's when you drink the "clean water for to quench" your thirst , look up to the sky beyond the tree tops and down to the moss on the forrest floor to try to get your bearings. You take what may come along the way and hope you know its form when it presents itself. Hope is when the best is still to come…
A last walk up memory lane for some "stuff"
…
As Samson tries to cute his way up onto my bed. I lay here just moments from going through the last of my stuff that will either be marked for death by dumpster or boxed up and moved on to my next place in life. Time to go do some manual labor so I can travel light!
Time for the shedding of what, in some cases, took 30+ years of "collecting"! I also have to go through and get rid of my Grams unclaimed freight. She had a 52 year head start. There isn't much left there that is of any value. So that will be more of a shlepping of stuff to the top of the hill kind of thing. I have gone through most of my stuff and already found some of my pops things :-), boxes of nic nacs and assorted brick a brack, some old photos (with bad hair and vintage clothing), a couple of my kiln baked art projects that have stood the test of time (the blind man pencil holder is my personal fav), a ton of car magazines and useless crap. Someone suggested that I hold a yard sale. Well I have mostly useless crap, with some junk, people buy junk, not useless crap and I couldn't even sell most of the junk at last years neighborhood yard sale. Actually, people do by useless crap, just look at eBay and you will be able to buy vast loads of useless crap for sale. I knew someone who bought a coffee can filled with expired beach tags for a dollar and sold two different bundles of them for $27 and $38 on eBay! "One born every minute" should now read "one logs on every minute"! I buy off of Amazon.com from time to time, but not useless crap, well not until at least 6 months of dust collects on it before it qualifies as such. To the excess that is the online shopping with free shipping world in which we live,exciting times indeed!
I'm going to go get rid of all the stuff I got the old "fasioned way".
Thanks for reading me
As Samson tries to cute his way up onto my bed. I lay here just moments from going through the last of my stuff that will either be marked for death by dumpster or boxed up and moved on to my next place in life. Time to go do some manual labor so I can travel light!
Time for the shedding of what, in some cases, took 30+ years of "collecting"! I also have to go through and get rid of my Grams unclaimed freight. She had a 52 year head start. There isn't much left there that is of any value. So that will be more of a shlepping of stuff to the top of the hill kind of thing. I have gone through most of my stuff and already found some of my pops things :-), boxes of nic nacs and assorted brick a brack, some old photos (with bad hair and vintage clothing), a couple of my kiln baked art projects that have stood the test of time (the blind man pencil holder is my personal fav), a ton of car magazines and useless crap. Someone suggested that I hold a yard sale. Well I have mostly useless crap, with some junk, people buy junk, not useless crap and I couldn't even sell most of the junk at last years neighborhood yard sale. Actually, people do by useless crap, just look at eBay and you will be able to buy vast loads of useless crap for sale. I knew someone who bought a coffee can filled with expired beach tags for a dollar and sold two different bundles of them for $27 and $38 on eBay! "One born every minute" should now read "one logs on every minute"! I buy off of Amazon.com from time to time, but not useless crap, well not until at least 6 months of dust collects on it before it qualifies as such. To the excess that is the online shopping with free shipping world in which we live,exciting times indeed!
I'm going to go get rid of all the stuff I got the old "fasioned way".
Thanks for reading me
Long day
The pen was set to a fine mist today. Got some stuff written … but 14+ hours took a toll. Can't seem to get all today's thoughts into the net and on the boat. Tomorrow should reap the bounty of today's writings.
Thanks for reading my stuff
me
Thanks for reading my stuff
me
“You can always change the bait when the catch is the same”
…
When the ducks get out of row, defy the leader and make your own flight plan. Put some distance between you and the turbulence of your acquaintant misfortunes. Study the tea leaves, both good and bad fortunes, in a different mug. When your view from the high dive has become hazy, find a new jumping off point. Get your feet wet from outside the box. If both oars hit the water with slight variations of the same cadence, see just where straying from the shortest distance between A to B takes you before buying new ones. If your zig and zag have become misaligned, try a magic 8-ball or a charming poppee thingy to help with some important decisions!
You can always make your plans in pencil and write over them in pen when they are somewhat realized. If you need to write in the "space reserved for U.S. postal service" go for it…
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
When the ducks get out of row, defy the leader and make your own flight plan. Put some distance between you and the turbulence of your acquaintant misfortunes. Study the tea leaves, both good and bad fortunes, in a different mug. When your view from the high dive has become hazy, find a new jumping off point. Get your feet wet from outside the box. If both oars hit the water with slight variations of the same cadence, see just where straying from the shortest distance between A to B takes you before buying new ones. If your zig and zag have become misaligned, try a magic 8-ball or a charming poppee thingy to help with some important decisions!
You can always make your plans in pencil and write over them in pen when they are somewhat realized. If you need to write in the "space reserved for U.S. postal service" go for it…
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
Blah blah blah
…
Today is an empty day. I'm just now washing up on the beach. A long way around the other side of the first day of a short week. Hard to see the progress of making progress. Both oars in the water with slight variations of the same cadence. Not making a strait line towards autopilot hours of home!
Today is an empty day. I'm just now washing up on the beach. A long way around the other side of the first day of a short week. Hard to see the progress of making progress. Both oars in the water with slight variations of the same cadence. Not making a strait line towards autopilot hours of home!
MY PET BLOG and Poppies for the vets
MY PET BLOG
…
1100 views of my blog as of this morning. Wow, that is a lot of logging in by my one reader! I hope that all who come here enjoy or at least they don't feel like the time spent reading my stuff is 3 minutes of their life that they can't get back!?
Poppies for the vets, as we take a day to remember all who have died or were injured in the line of duty as well as all with the fortune to come home in one piece and all who serve us currently. War and conflict are not be the best answer, but it seems to be what the powers that be feel is best. So thanks again for those who do the dirty work of our seat of power types! God bless you all
me
…
1100 views of my blog as of this morning. Wow, that is a lot of logging in by my one reader! I hope that all who come here enjoy or at least they don't feel like the time spent reading my stuff is 3 minutes of their life that they can't get back!?
Poppies for the vets, as we take a day to remember all who have died or were injured in the line of duty as well as all with the fortune to come home in one piece and all who serve us currently. War and conflict are not be the best answer, but it seems to be what the powers that be feel is best. So thanks again for those who do the dirty work of our seat of power types! God bless you all
me
"30 years of the FORCE"
…
Well 30 years ago, a seminal moment in my life, the release of Star Wars. The first movie I've ever seen, we missed the 1st ten minutes so at my suggestion we stayed and watched it again. Then came the toys, dibs on Han Solo, I'm always Han!(Boba Fet was my 2nd choice) My friend Lars had almost all the ships and cool figures and he had a garden that was perfect for playing Return of the Jedi. The wood chips, the bushes, and the big little tree. It was a close approximation of Endor. He also had the battery powered blasters so we would also make use of the near by spots to play out various scenes. Jazz hands good times!!!
Then there was the premiere of Star Wars on HBO. My dad, mother, sister and me in the family room eating freshly air popped pop corn, watching the first airing since leaving theaters. Many many many cable viewing later, VHS and all the various DVD releases, it is still close to my heart. New Hope, Empire and Jedi that is, Don't care much for the Jar Jar era episodes. Oh well batting .500 does get you in the Hall of Fame!
When they rereleased New Hope, I went with some friends and there were a few people dressed as characters. I would have been Han. At the end when they were handing out the medallions, someone actually got up and soluted the screen!
Many thanks to Han, Chewy, Luke, Leia, Yoda, Darth, Old Ben, Boba Fet... MAY THE FORCE BE THEM ALWAYS!
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
Well 30 years ago, a seminal moment in my life, the release of Star Wars. The first movie I've ever seen, we missed the 1st ten minutes so at my suggestion we stayed and watched it again. Then came the toys, dibs on Han Solo, I'm always Han!(Boba Fet was my 2nd choice) My friend Lars had almost all the ships and cool figures and he had a garden that was perfect for playing Return of the Jedi. The wood chips, the bushes, and the big little tree. It was a close approximation of Endor. He also had the battery powered blasters so we would also make use of the near by spots to play out various scenes. Jazz hands good times!!!
Then there was the premiere of Star Wars on HBO. My dad, mother, sister and me in the family room eating freshly air popped pop corn, watching the first airing since leaving theaters. Many many many cable viewing later, VHS and all the various DVD releases, it is still close to my heart. New Hope, Empire and Jedi that is, Don't care much for the Jar Jar era episodes. Oh well batting .500 does get you in the Hall of Fame!
When they rereleased New Hope, I went with some friends and there were a few people dressed as characters. I would have been Han. At the end when they were handing out the medallions, someone actually got up and soluted the screen!
Many thanks to Han, Chewy, Luke, Leia, Yoda, Darth, Old Ben, Boba Fet... MAY THE FORCE BE THEM ALWAYS!
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
The Blue of Distance
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a bit from "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" by Rebecca Solnit
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not traval the whole distence from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distence. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distence, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much which is in the color blue.
a bit from "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" by Rebecca Solnit
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not traval the whole distence from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distence. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distence, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much which is in the color blue.
"Cue the opening theme to "Land of the lost"
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The B-52's "Planet Clare" Not quite what you were expecting eh? I'm not speaking of the Jurassic Park esq., cutting edge for its day special effects laden 70's TV show. I mean the DJ Robert Drake hosted 80's musical phantasm of things forgotten and never heard from again until the final Friday of every month from 7 - 11 PM on 88.5 WXPN. http://www.xponentialmusic.org/archives/landofthelost.php
Listening to the opening of the show "Planet Clare" comes on its time to listen to everything new wave. This also means I'm almost done the frontal lobe numbing tasks that will allow me to pilot my dust buster back to its charger and a step closer to 3, well 2 and 1/3 days off! I reach the charger and poof, blown fuse. I have to stay for the off load and sorting of the freight. Come on folks, you think your packages get to the "world on time" with elfin magic? FedEx did buy the elfin magic a couple years ago, I think it was part of the Kinkos deal. Finally done,14 hours from start to finish with 11 of them spent on the clock.
Summer 2007 is upon us until the indian comes along and kicks him off the island! Then uncle fall comes back from his 9 month vacation in San Diego to make the leaves his canvas of color. Boy do I love uncle fall!
Due to recent good fortunes, I will spend part of my 2+ days down time with a very promising new book and breaking in a new hat, "life is good" indeed!The forecast is calling for hot and hazy all weekend. The kind of heat that will try to melt off that last layer of winter skin that helps with the cool mornings that still hang around most of Mays early hours. Problem with that layer is that in weather like this it retains the sweat like a sponge, just won't let go. Hopefully when it is all said and done I'll burn off that winter layer for good.
Saturday: Coaching 3 driving lessons and then off to my cousins party for some Lions head lager. Pretty good for like $10.25 a case and the cheeky bottle cap brain teasers make it even better!
http://www.lionbrewery.com/index.html
Sunday: Sleep in till like 8:30, church, then house work to be done and perhaps I'll find my golf clubs and see if I can hit em long and strait or at least try to hit the ball collecting tractor or maybe try to slap a few big yellow ones in the batting cages! Later should yield a trip to the Tiki for dinner and drinks.
Monday (the other Sunday for this week): Sleeping in until I'm good and ready to get up!!!! If it is too hot in the house, the a/c will be set to sub zero. More packing the non essentials and pitching the useless crap. Hopefully somewhere in the chain of events I'll be heading over to see Cameron and Gavin at some point. :-)
It should be a nice battery charger of a weekend, although 5:20am is going to kick me in the britches come Tuesday morning Ugghh!
Thanks for reading my stuff
The B-52's "Planet Clare" Not quite what you were expecting eh? I'm not speaking of the Jurassic Park esq., cutting edge for its day special effects laden 70's TV show. I mean the DJ Robert Drake hosted 80's musical phantasm of things forgotten and never heard from again until the final Friday of every month from 7 - 11 PM on 88.5 WXPN. http://www.xponentialmusic.org/archives/landofthelost.php
Listening to the opening of the show "Planet Clare" comes on its time to listen to everything new wave. This also means I'm almost done the frontal lobe numbing tasks that will allow me to pilot my dust buster back to its charger and a step closer to 3, well 2 and 1/3 days off! I reach the charger and poof, blown fuse. I have to stay for the off load and sorting of the freight. Come on folks, you think your packages get to the "world on time" with elfin magic? FedEx did buy the elfin magic a couple years ago, I think it was part of the Kinkos deal. Finally done,14 hours from start to finish with 11 of them spent on the clock.
Summer 2007 is upon us until the indian comes along and kicks him off the island! Then uncle fall comes back from his 9 month vacation in San Diego to make the leaves his canvas of color. Boy do I love uncle fall!
Due to recent good fortunes, I will spend part of my 2+ days down time with a very promising new book and breaking in a new hat, "life is good" indeed!The forecast is calling for hot and hazy all weekend. The kind of heat that will try to melt off that last layer of winter skin that helps with the cool mornings that still hang around most of Mays early hours. Problem with that layer is that in weather like this it retains the sweat like a sponge, just won't let go. Hopefully when it is all said and done I'll burn off that winter layer for good.
Saturday: Coaching 3 driving lessons and then off to my cousins party for some Lions head lager. Pretty good for like $10.25 a case and the cheeky bottle cap brain teasers make it even better!
http://www.lionbrewery.com/index.html
Sunday: Sleep in till like 8:30, church, then house work to be done and perhaps I'll find my golf clubs and see if I can hit em long and strait or at least try to hit the ball collecting tractor or maybe try to slap a few big yellow ones in the batting cages! Later should yield a trip to the Tiki for dinner and drinks.
Monday (the other Sunday for this week): Sleeping in until I'm good and ready to get up!!!! If it is too hot in the house, the a/c will be set to sub zero. More packing the non essentials and pitching the useless crap. Hopefully somewhere in the chain of events I'll be heading over to see Cameron and Gavin at some point. :-)
It should be a nice battery charger of a weekend, although 5:20am is going to kick me in the britches come Tuesday morning Ugghh!
Thanks for reading my stuff
"Do the wandering elk live there to?"
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General Tso's fortune
:) "You are heading for a land of sunshine" :) and my lucky number was on the back so it is a true fortune!
General Tso's fortune
:) "You are heading for a land of sunshine" :) and my lucky number was on the back so it is a true fortune!
“ext 3216”
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What can you find in the dire straits of soul searching solitude? It's that journey that takes you where you need to go and what you take with you is not always what you bring back. To know the questions and reasons why you are asking them? How long dose it take to answer is anyone's guess? To have the knowledge that the answers don't always come in obvious packages. You go in and out of radio silence, stop breathing, start again, just to loose your breath once more. That's when you drink the "clean water for to quench" your thirst , look up to the sky beyond the tree tops and down to the moss on the forrest floor to try to get your bearings. You take what may come along the way and hope you know its form when it presents itself. Hope is when the best is still to come…
What can you find in the dire straits of soul searching solitude? It's that journey that takes you where you need to go and what you take with you is not always what you bring back. To know the questions and reasons why you are asking them? How long dose it take to answer is anyone's guess? To have the knowledge that the answers don't always come in obvious packages. You go in and out of radio silence, stop breathing, start again, just to loose your breath once more. That's when you drink the "clean water for to quench" your thirst , look up to the sky beyond the tree tops and down to the moss on the forrest floor to try to get your bearings. You take what may come along the way and hope you know its form when it presents itself. Hope is when the best is still to come…
A last walk up memory lane for some "stuff"
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As Samson tries to cute his way up onto my bed. I lay here just moments from going through the last of my stuff that will either be marked for death by dumpster or boxed up and moved on to my next place in life. Time to go do some manual labor so I can travel light!
Time for the shedding of what, in some cases, took 30+ years of "collecting"! I also have to go through and get rid of my Grams unclaimed freight. She had a 52 year head start. There isn't much left there that is of any value. So that will be more of a shlepping of stuff to the top of the hill kind of thing. I have gone through most of my stuff and already found some of my pops things :-), boxes of nic nacs and assorted brick a brack, some old photos (with bad hair and vintage clothing), a couple of my kiln baked art projects that have stood the test of time (the blind man pencil holder is my personal fav), a ton of car magazines and useless crap. Someone suggested that I hold a yard sale. Well I have mostly useless crap, with some junk, people buy junk, not useless crap and I couldn't even sell most of the junk at last years neighborhood yard sale. Actually, people do by useless crap, just look at eBay and you will be able to buy vast loads of useless crap for sale. I knew someone who bought a coffee can filled with expired beach tags for a dollar and sold two different bundles of them for $27 and $38 on eBay! "One born every minute" should now read "one logs on every minute"! I buy off of Amazon.com from time to time, but not useless crap, well not until at least 6 months of dust collects on it before it qualifies as such. To the excess that is the online shopping with free shipping world in which we live,exciting times indeed!
I'm going to go get rid of all the stuff I got the old "fasioned way".
Thanks for reading me
As Samson tries to cute his way up onto my bed. I lay here just moments from going through the last of my stuff that will either be marked for death by dumpster or boxed up and moved on to my next place in life. Time to go do some manual labor so I can travel light!
Time for the shedding of what, in some cases, took 30+ years of "collecting"! I also have to go through and get rid of my Grams unclaimed freight. She had a 52 year head start. There isn't much left there that is of any value. So that will be more of a shlepping of stuff to the top of the hill kind of thing. I have gone through most of my stuff and already found some of my pops things :-), boxes of nic nacs and assorted brick a brack, some old photos (with bad hair and vintage clothing), a couple of my kiln baked art projects that have stood the test of time (the blind man pencil holder is my personal fav), a ton of car magazines and useless crap. Someone suggested that I hold a yard sale. Well I have mostly useless crap, with some junk, people buy junk, not useless crap and I couldn't even sell most of the junk at last years neighborhood yard sale. Actually, people do by useless crap, just look at eBay and you will be able to buy vast loads of useless crap for sale. I knew someone who bought a coffee can filled with expired beach tags for a dollar and sold two different bundles of them for $27 and $38 on eBay! "One born every minute" should now read "one logs on every minute"! I buy off of Amazon.com from time to time, but not useless crap, well not until at least 6 months of dust collects on it before it qualifies as such. To the excess that is the online shopping with free shipping world in which we live,exciting times indeed!
I'm going to go get rid of all the stuff I got the old "fasioned way".
Thanks for reading me
Long day
The pen was set to a fine mist today. Got some stuff written … but 14+ hours took a toll. Can't seem to get all today's thoughts into the net and on the boat. Tomorrow should reap the bounty of today's writings.
Thanks for reading my stuff
me
Thanks for reading my stuff
me
The Essentials: Film Edition
Well, this is my first blog. I got inspired by the 99x countdown of the essential CDs. Here are my 13 essential DVDs. (In no particuliar order!) Tell me what ya think!
Seven--Both a rareity and an anomaly in modern filmmaking. A tragedy with the villain actually dying at the end. Violent, dark, and completely unnerving.
Traffic--An apolitical movie thats actually unafraid to take a stand. Elegently weaving three loosely connected stories, each shot in a different lighting, this film is perfection for writing and directing.
L.A. Confidential--Curtis Hanson crafted a film-adaptation of a novel many cited to be unfilmable. A simple..story that..centered around three cops and a mass murder evolved into a rich character study and political intrigue that cemented Kevin Spacey as a star and ushered in the welcoming of Russell Crowe.
Reservoir Dogs--Shot almost entirely in a warehouse, this film is an education on how to write dialogue. A bloody gangster tale that shows very little violence, yet still makes the audience suffer. By far Tarantino's finest work.
Black Hawk Down--A gut-wrenching look at a military mission gone wrong. This film could have easily have pointed fingers and placed blame, yet it focuses on the men involved and graphically shows what they endured.
The Godfather I & II--A classic. Period. Two of the most quotable movies of all time. One is known for launching the careers of Duvall, Pacino, and Caan, and resurrecting the career of Brando. Two takes a slower, darker approach that relies on deep internal conflict. Remembered for Michael and Fredo's frayed relationship and De Niro's unmistakenable turn as Vito.
Goodfellas--A wonderful compliment to the Godfather trilogy that, instead of focusing on the hierarchy and the patriarch of a mafia family, focuses on the mafia's footsoldiers and low-level grunts. Known for Joe Pesci's firey performance, and Scorsese's oscar upset.
Clerks--"37!" Nuff said.
The Empire Strikes Back--One word. Yoda. George Lucas took a page from Coppola and built upon his masterpiece with a darker film with a huge.cliffhanger ending; setting the bar so high that even himself couldn't surpass.
Batman Begins--What sets this movie apart from other comic book films is that its a gripping story that just happens to include superheros as characters.
Unforgiven--The anti-western. Star and director Clint Eastwood, the last you would expect to make this movie, crafts a film where even the protagonists have flaws.
Terminator 2--Arguablely the greatest sequel ever made, mainly because it builds upon the first and surpasses it. A revolutionizing film in terms of effects, that also tells a gripping, emotional story.
A Few Good Men--If you can get past the cheesey made-for-TV music, you get a rich, deeply layered ethical tale. Featuring an all-star cast, some at the beginning of their careers, this is a great courtroom movie before the "courtroom movie" became a cliche.
The Essentials: Film Edition
Well, this is my first blog. I got inspired by the 99x countdown of the essential CDs. Here are my 13 essential DVDs. (In no particuliar order!) Tell me what ya think!
Seven--Both a rareity and an anomaly in modern filmmaking. A tragedy with the villain actually dying at the end. Violent, dark, and completely unnerving.
Traffic--An apolitical movie thats actually unafraid to take a stand. Elegently weaving three loosely connected stories, each shot in a different lighting, this film is perfection for writing and directing.
L.A. Confidential--Curtis Hanson crafted a film-adaptation of a novel many cited to be unfilmable. A simple..story that..centered around three cops and a mass murder evolved into a rich character study and political intrigue that cemented Kevin Spacey as a star and ushered in the welcoming of Russell Crowe.
Reservoir Dogs--Shot almost entirely in a warehouse, this film is an education on how to write dialogue. A bloody gangster tale that shows very little violence, yet still makes the audience suffer. By far Tarantino's finest work.
Black Hawk Down--A gut-wrenching look at a military mission gone wrong. This film could have easily have pointed fingers and placed blame, yet it focuses on the men involved and graphically shows what they endured.
The Godfather I & II--A classic. Period. Two of the most quotable movies of all time. One is known for launching the careers of Duvall, Pacino, and Caan, and resurrecting the career of Brando. Two takes a slower, darker approach that relies on deep internal conflict. Remembered for Michael and Fredo's frayed relationship and De Niro's unmistakenable turn as Vito.
Goodfellas--A wonderful compliment to the Godfather trilogy that, instead of focusing on the hierarchy and the patriarch of a mafia family, focuses on the mafia's footsoldiers and low-level grunts. Known for Joe Pesci's firey performance, and Scorsese's oscar upset.
Clerks--"37!" Nuff said.
The Empire Strikes Back--One word. Yoda. George Lucas took a page from Coppola and built upon his masterpiece with a darker film with a huge.cliffhanger ending; setting the bar so high that even himself couldn't surpass.
Batman Begins--What sets this movie apart from other comic book films is that its a gripping story that just happens to include superheros as characters.
Unforgiven--The anti-western. Star and director Clint Eastwood, the last you would expect to make this movie, crafts a film where even the protagonists have flaws.
Terminator 2--Arguablely the greatest sequel ever made, mainly because it builds upon the first and surpasses it. A revolutionizing film in terms of effects, that also tells a gripping, emotional story.
A Few Good Men--If you can get past the cheesey made-for-TV music, you get a rich, deeply layered ethical tale. Featuring an all-star cast, some at the beginning of their careers, this is a great courtroom movie before the "courtroom movie" became a cliche.
12:31 AM - the scratch off
In my line of work, you tend to walk out the door at the end of the day with quite a few "interesting" stories. Yesterday, I had one of particular interest. I had a customer come in who I could only describe as typical. If you are currently or have ever been a coworker of mine there, you know what I'm talking about, and if not I'm sure you can still pick up on the vibe I'm putting down. Anyway, he asks me for assistance with something. And he turns out to be one of those who just won't leave you the hell alone, and then wants to tell you their entire life story. And I couldn't justifiably blow the guy off because 1) I'm not gay, and 2) being in customer service, it's my job to stare vacantly at random people while they prattle on about their latest bowel movement, or lack thereof. Goddamn I love my job. But, I digress. When he's finally finished wasting my time, he rewards me with... a scratch off lottery ticket. You know the kind. It had bananas all over it, and you have to scratch off three of the same number to instantly win that amount in cash. Normally I wouldn't waste my time or money on something like that, but hey, it was free. So I pull out a coin and start scratching. 12, 80, 2000, 2000, 2, 10. I scratched off every single spot on the card, and there were not three like numbers on the whole thing. In other words, no matter how I would've played my card, I was not going to be a winner. I couldn't help but sideglance as the irony of the moment settled in. Truly, this was one of those things that happens to me and characters in poorly written sitcoms.
I wasn't entirely sure if I should categorize this entry as work or life, since it was a reflection of both. But now I'm just getting trivial, and my lime sherbet is starting to melt.
I wasn't entirely sure if I should categorize this entry as work or life, since it was a reflection of both. But now I'm just getting trivial, and my lime sherbet is starting to melt.
12:13 AM - dreaming without destination
This will be a short one, since I barely remember the dream I had, kind of as an afterthought. I remember, I was in an air port; a very small air port. Maybe about the size of your favorite fast food joint. Yeah, tiny. I was with a random collection of people who I could only group together as being family members. I remember there was some confusion about what our destination was, and we were already in line to purchase our tickets. I asked my cousin, Holley, where we were going. She said, Las Vegas, because another random person I know had gone there and gotten married, and we had to go there and rescue her. This didn't seem like a major point of the dream though. I asked my mom if we were going to Vegas, and she looked confused to the point of bewilderment. She said she wanted to go to the Carribbean. By the time I got to the front desk, I told the girl working there I wanted a ticket to Vegas. I began to panic when I realized that everybody was getting on different flights. The next thing I know, I'm in a city I've never been to before, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing or where I'm going. I was, as the Dutch would say, verloren. Or, as the French would say, le fuçked. The next thing I know, the effing phone woke me up, as it so frequently tends to do when I get to sleep in.
In other news, I'm still slowly recovering from what I can only guess was an onset of the flu. The worst is behind me, though. Yay for being gross!
In other news, I'm still slowly recovering from what I can only guess was an onset of the flu. The worst is behind me, though. Yay for being gross!
Fuckin Drama!!!
Ok, lets see...My little brother Nick, or as I call him, Pain in My Ass, is a 13 year old little brat that was spoiled for at least the first 6 years of his life. So now at age 13, he’s an uncontrollable spoiled brat. His dad, who had raised him for the first years of his life, is now married to a girl he met in Thailand, they both live in Flagstaff, without Nick. So what had happened was Nick had finally fucked up so bad, in school and at home, that my mom couldn’t take anymore of him, so he was sent to Flagstaff to live with his dad, that was 2 weeks ago. As of about an hour ago, I got a call from my mom saying that Nick is coming back to Mesa because his dad had "disowned" him. At first I was a little shocked, then my mom told me wtf happened. Apparently, Nick had deleted Tik’s (his dad’s wife from Thailand) character on a game they play on the computer. Tik was so upset she started to cry, she had put so much work into this character, and Nick got rid of it. Once Aaron (Nick’s dad) found out about this he was fed up with Nick so he called my mom and said Nick is coming back. My mom, enjoying the house without Nick, said no she didn’t want him. Well Aaron said if she doesn’t take him back he was gonna send Nick into foster care. So, my mom, feeling bad, decided to let Nick come back. Unfortunatley for him, this is his last chance, if he fucks up one more time, his ass is going to Military school. (By the way there’s more to the story....I just don’t wanna go too in depth, you’ll know what’s going on if you have hung out at my mom’s house.)
OK, now lets look at this...First, Nick is fucking stupid for pulling such a fucking retarded move to his step-mom, who is so fucking nice, she doesn’t even yell at him, due to her culture. Secondly, Tik needs to realize that this is America, not Thailand, if she wants some respect from this brat of a kid she’s gonna have to start yelling and beating him. Thirdly, Aaron was fucked up enough to use the "disowning" card on his own fucking son, THE ONE HE FUCKING CREATED!!!! I don’t care who you are this is a whole new level of crossing the line!!! The way I’d handle this is to beat the fuck out of Nick and ground his ass from EVERYTHING!!! then, i’d tell Tik that when Nick crosses the line to beat the fuck out of him, until he learns that he’s the fucking kid and has no rights under his dad’s house...heh....all I know is that if Nick goes to Military school it’ll be fucking great, I couldn’t think of any better place to handle this brat.......btw if your reading this and your offened by how I think about my brother, you obviously haven’t met him......thanks for reading if you did, I’m going to bed, I just needed to get that off my chest, good night.
Just another half hour...
Ok, I needed to do something to keep me up for another half an hour so I can call into work, because there's no way I'm going to work in 4 hours for 7 hours without any hours of sleep. So I'd thought I'd make a blog, yay first one -_-. Anyways, I sometimes think that insomnia can be a curse, sure there are plenty of times that it's been useful but, usually I won't get sleep on a school night or possibly like now a work night...the other bad thing about insomnia is you end up being the only one still awake when the sun rises. Then you finally fall asleep and wake up several hours after everyone is already up. It might seem strange but I hate being the last one to wake up, I hate getting the whole "good morning sleepy..." I don't know why just a pet peeve I guess. Another big reason insomnia sucks is because when your hanging out with friends they fall asleep and you got nothing to do (take for example "fat ass" who's asleep on my couch -_-). heh...I've ran out of things to say and it's only been four minutes, cya guys later I gotta find something to fucking do...-_-
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Blah blah blah
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Today is an empty day. I'm just now washing up on the beach. A long way around the other side of the first day of a short week. Hard to see the progress of making progress. Both oars in the water with slight variations of the same cadence. Not making a strait line towards autopilot hours of home!
Today is an empty day. I'm just now washing up on the beach. A long way around the other side of the first day of a short week. Hard to see the progress of making progress. Both oars in the water with slight variations of the same cadence. Not making a strait line towards autopilot hours of home!
MY PET BLOG and Poppies for the vets
MY PET BLOG
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1100 views of my blog as of this morning. Wow, that is a lot of logging in by my one reader! I hope that all who come here enjoy or at least they don't feel like the time spent reading my stuff is 3 minutes of their life that they can't get back!?
Poppies for the vets, as we take a day to remember all who have died or were injured in the line of duty as well as all with the fortune to come home in one piece and all who serve us currently. War and conflict are not be the best answer, but it seems to be what the powers that be feel is best. So thanks again for those who do the dirty work of our seat of power types! God bless you all
me
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1100 views of my blog as of this morning. Wow, that is a lot of logging in by my one reader! I hope that all who come here enjoy or at least they don't feel like the time spent reading my stuff is 3 minutes of their life that they can't get back!?
Poppies for the vets, as we take a day to remember all who have died or were injured in the line of duty as well as all with the fortune to come home in one piece and all who serve us currently. War and conflict are not be the best answer, but it seems to be what the powers that be feel is best. So thanks again for those who do the dirty work of our seat of power types! God bless you all
me
"30 years of the FORCE"
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Well 30 years ago, a seminal moment in my life, the release of Star Wars. The first movie I've ever seen, we missed the 1st ten minutes so at my suggestion we stayed and watched it again. Then came the toys, dibs on Han Solo, I'm always Han!(Boba Fet was my 2nd choice) My friend Lars had almost all the ships and cool figures and he had a garden that was perfect for playing Return of the Jedi. The wood chips, the bushes, and the big little tree. It was a close approximation of Endor. He also had the battery powered blasters so we would also make use of the near by spots to play out various scenes. Jazz hands good times!!!
Then there was the premiere of Star Wars on HBO. My dad, mother, sister and me in the family room eating freshly air popped pop corn, watching the first airing since leaving theaters. Many many many cable viewing later, VHS and all the various DVD releases, it is still close to my heart. New Hope, Empire and Jedi that is, Don't care much for the Jar Jar era episodes. Oh well batting .500 does get you in the Hall of Fame!
When they rereleased New Hope, I went with some friends and there were a few people dressed as characters. I would have been Han. At the end when they were handing out the medallions, someone actually got up and soluted the screen!
Many thanks to Han, Chewy, Luke, Leia, Yoda, Darth, Old Ben, Boba Fet... MAY THE FORCE BE THEM ALWAYS!
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
Well 30 years ago, a seminal moment in my life, the release of Star Wars. The first movie I've ever seen, we missed the 1st ten minutes so at my suggestion we stayed and watched it again. Then came the toys, dibs on Han Solo, I'm always Han!(Boba Fet was my 2nd choice) My friend Lars had almost all the ships and cool figures and he had a garden that was perfect for playing Return of the Jedi. The wood chips, the bushes, and the big little tree. It was a close approximation of Endor. He also had the battery powered blasters so we would also make use of the near by spots to play out various scenes. Jazz hands good times!!!
Then there was the premiere of Star Wars on HBO. My dad, mother, sister and me in the family room eating freshly air popped pop corn, watching the first airing since leaving theaters. Many many many cable viewing later, VHS and all the various DVD releases, it is still close to my heart. New Hope, Empire and Jedi that is, Don't care much for the Jar Jar era episodes. Oh well batting .500 does get you in the Hall of Fame!
When they rereleased New Hope, I went with some friends and there were a few people dressed as characters. I would have been Han. At the end when they were handing out the medallions, someone actually got up and soluted the screen!
Many thanks to Han, Chewy, Luke, Leia, Yoda, Darth, Old Ben, Boba Fet... MAY THE FORCE BE THEM ALWAYS!
Thanks for using the FORCE
me
The Blue of Distance
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a bit from "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" by Rebecca Solnit
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not traval the whole distence from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distence. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distence, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much which is in the color blue.
a bit from "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" by Rebecca Solnit
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not traval the whole distence from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distence. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distence, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much which is in the color blue.
"Cue the opening theme to "Land of the lost"
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The B-52's "Planet Clare" Not quite what you were expecting eh? I'm not speaking of the Jurassic Park esq., cutting edge for its day special effects laden 70's TV show. I mean the DJ Robert Drake hosted 80's musical phantasm of things forgotten and never heard from again until the final Friday of every month from 7 - 11 PM on 88.5 WXPN. http://www.xponentialmusic.org/archives/landofthelost.php
Listening to the opening of the show "Planet Clare" comes on its time to listen to everything new wave. This also means I'm almost done the frontal lobe numbing tasks that will allow me to pilot my dust buster back to its charger and a step closer to 3, well 2 and 1/3 days off! I reach the charger and poof, blown fuse. I have to stay for the off load and sorting of the freight. Come on folks, you think your packages get to the "world on time" with elfin magic? FedEx did buy the elfin magic a couple years ago, I think it was part of the Kinkos deal. Finally done,14 hours from start to finish with 11 of them spent on the clock.
Summer 2007 is upon us until the indian comes along and kicks him off the island! Then uncle fall comes back from his 9 month vacation in San Diego to make the leaves his canvas of color. Boy do I love uncle fall!
Due to recent good fortunes, I will spend part of my 2+ days down time with a very promising new book and breaking in a new hat, "life is good" indeed!The forecast is calling for hot and hazy all weekend. The kind of heat that will try to melt off that last layer of winter skin that helps with the cool mornings that still hang around most of Mays early hours. Problem with that layer is that in weather like this it retains the sweat like a sponge, just won't let go. Hopefully when it is all said and done I'll burn off that winter layer for good.
Saturday: Coaching 3 driving lessons and then off to my cousins party for some Lions head lager. Pretty good for like $10.25 a case and the cheeky bottle cap brain teasers make it even better!
http://www.lionbrewery.com/index.html
Sunday: Sleep in till like 8:30, church, then house work to be done and perhaps I'll find my golf clubs and see if I can hit em long and strait or at least try to hit the ball collecting tractor or maybe try to slap a few big yellow ones in the batting cages! Later should yield a trip to the Tiki for dinner and drinks.
Monday (the other Sunday for this week): Sleeping in until I'm good and ready to get up!!!! If it is too hot in the house, the a/c will be set to sub zero. More packing the non essentials and pitching the useless crap. Hopefully somewhere in the chain of events I'll be heading over to see Cameron and Gavin at some point. :-)
It should be a nice battery charger of a weekend, although 5:20am is going to kick me in the britches come Tuesday morning Ugghh!
Thanks for reading my stuff
The B-52's "Planet Clare" Not quite what you were expecting eh? I'm not speaking of the Jurassic Park esq., cutting edge for its day special effects laden 70's TV show. I mean the DJ Robert Drake hosted 80's musical phantasm of things forgotten and never heard from again until the final Friday of every month from 7 - 11 PM on 88.5 WXPN. http://www.xponentialmusic.org/archives/landofthelost.php
Listening to the opening of the show "Planet Clare" comes on its time to listen to everything new wave. This also means I'm almost done the frontal lobe numbing tasks that will allow me to pilot my dust buster back to its charger and a step closer to 3, well 2 and 1/3 days off! I reach the charger and poof, blown fuse. I have to stay for the off load and sorting of the freight. Come on folks, you think your packages get to the "world on time" with elfin magic? FedEx did buy the elfin magic a couple years ago, I think it was part of the Kinkos deal. Finally done,14 hours from start to finish with 11 of them spent on the clock.
Summer 2007 is upon us until the indian comes along and kicks him off the island! Then uncle fall comes back from his 9 month vacation in San Diego to make the leaves his canvas of color. Boy do I love uncle fall!
Due to recent good fortunes, I will spend part of my 2+ days down time with a very promising new book and breaking in a new hat, "life is good" indeed!The forecast is calling for hot and hazy all weekend. The kind of heat that will try to melt off that last layer of winter skin that helps with the cool mornings that still hang around most of Mays early hours. Problem with that layer is that in weather like this it retains the sweat like a sponge, just won't let go. Hopefully when it is all said and done I'll burn off that winter layer for good.
Saturday: Coaching 3 driving lessons and then off to my cousins party for some Lions head lager. Pretty good for like $10.25 a case and the cheeky bottle cap brain teasers make it even better!
http://www.lionbrewery.com/index.html
Sunday: Sleep in till like 8:30, church, then house work to be done and perhaps I'll find my golf clubs and see if I can hit em long and strait or at least try to hit the ball collecting tractor or maybe try to slap a few big yellow ones in the batting cages! Later should yield a trip to the Tiki for dinner and drinks.
Monday (the other Sunday for this week): Sleeping in until I'm good and ready to get up!!!! If it is too hot in the house, the a/c will be set to sub zero. More packing the non essentials and pitching the useless crap. Hopefully somewhere in the chain of events I'll be heading over to see Cameron and Gavin at some point. :-)
It should be a nice battery charger of a weekend, although 5:20am is going to kick me in the britches come Tuesday morning Ugghh!
Thanks for reading my stuff
"Do the wandering elk live there to?"
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General Tso's fortune
:) "You are heading for a land of sunshine" :) and my lucky number was on the back so it is a true fortune!
General Tso's fortune
:) "You are heading for a land of sunshine" :) and my lucky number was on the back so it is a true fortune!
“ext 3216”
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What can you find in the dire straits of soul searching solitude? It's that journey that takes you where you need to go and what you take with you is not always what you bring back. To know the questions and reasons why you are asking them? How long dose it take to answer is anyone's guess? To have the knowledge that the answers don't always come in obvious packages. You go in and out of radio silence, stop breathing, start again, just to loose your breath once more. That's when you drink the "clean water for to quench" your thirst , look up to the sky beyond the tree tops and down to the moss on the forrest floor to try to get your bearings. You take what may come along the way and hope you know its form when it presents itself. Hope is when the best is still to come…
What can you find in the dire straits of soul searching solitude? It's that journey that takes you where you need to go and what you take with you is not always what you bring back. To know the questions and reasons why you are asking them? How long dose it take to answer is anyone's guess? To have the knowledge that the answers don't always come in obvious packages. You go in and out of radio silence, stop breathing, start again, just to loose your breath once more. That's when you drink the "clean water for to quench" your thirst , look up to the sky beyond the tree tops and down to the moss on the forrest floor to try to get your bearings. You take what may come along the way and hope you know its form when it presents itself. Hope is when the best is still to come…
A last walk up memory lane for some "stuff"
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As Samson tries to cute his way up onto my bed. I lay here just moments from going through the last of my stuff that will either be marked for death by dumpster or boxed up and moved on to my next place in life. Time to go do some manual labor so I can travel light!
Time for the shedding of what, in some cases, took 30+ years of "collecting"! I also have to go through and get rid of my Grams unclaimed freight. She had a 52 year head start. There isn't much left there that is of any value. So that will be more of a shlepping of stuff to the top of the hill kind of thing. I have gone through most of my stuff and already found some of my pops things :-), boxes of nic nacs and assorted brick a brack, some old photos (with bad hair and vintage clothing), a couple of my kiln baked art projects that have stood the test of time (the blind man pencil holder is my personal fav), a ton of car magazines and useless crap. Someone suggested that I hold a yard sale. Well I have mostly useless crap, with some junk, people buy junk, not useless crap and I couldn't even sell most of the junk at last years neighborhood yard sale. Actually, people do by useless crap, just look at eBay and you will be able to buy vast loads of useless crap for sale. I knew someone who bought a coffee can filled with expired beach tags for a dollar and sold two different bundles of them for $27 and $38 on eBay! "One born every minute" should now read "one logs on every minute"! I buy off of Amazon.com from time to time, but not useless crap, well not until at least 6 months of dust collects on it before it qualifies as such. To the excess that is the online shopping with free shipping world in which we live,exciting times indeed!
I'm going to go get rid of all the stuff I got the old "fasioned way".
Thanks for reading me
As Samson tries to cute his way up onto my bed. I lay here just moments from going through the last of my stuff that will either be marked for death by dumpster or boxed up and moved on to my next place in life. Time to go do some manual labor so I can travel light!
Time for the shedding of what, in some cases, took 30+ years of "collecting"! I also have to go through and get rid of my Grams unclaimed freight. She had a 52 year head start. There isn't much left there that is of any value. So that will be more of a shlepping of stuff to the top of the hill kind of thing. I have gone through most of my stuff and already found some of my pops things :-), boxes of nic nacs and assorted brick a brack, some old photos (with bad hair and vintage clothing), a couple of my kiln baked art projects that have stood the test of time (the blind man pencil holder is my personal fav), a ton of car magazines and useless crap. Someone suggested that I hold a yard sale. Well I have mostly useless crap, with some junk, people buy junk, not useless crap and I couldn't even sell most of the junk at last years neighborhood yard sale. Actually, people do by useless crap, just look at eBay and you will be able to buy vast loads of useless crap for sale. I knew someone who bought a coffee can filled with expired beach tags for a dollar and sold two different bundles of them for $27 and $38 on eBay! "One born every minute" should now read "one logs on every minute"! I buy off of Amazon.com from time to time, but not useless crap, well not until at least 6 months of dust collects on it before it qualifies as such. To the excess that is the online shopping with free shipping world in which we live,exciting times indeed!
I'm going to go get rid of all the stuff I got the old "fasioned way".
Thanks for reading me
Long day
The pen was set to a fine mist today. Got some stuff written … but 14+ hours took a toll. Can't seem to get all today's thoughts into the net and on the boat. Tomorrow should reap the bounty of today's writings.
Thanks for reading my stuff
me
Thanks for reading my stuff
me
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
coming back on
hey everybody long time no see ... i'll be coming back online more now so i hope i get to talk to u all ... until then take care
LOL! J/K!
12:31 AM - the scratch off
In my line of work, you tend to walk out the door at the end of the day with quite a few "interesting" stories. Yesterday, I had one of particular interest. I had a customer come in who I could only describe as typical. If you are currently or have ever been a coworker of mine there, you know what I'm talking about, and if not I'm sure you can still pick up on the vibe I'm putting down. Anyway, he asks me for assistance with something. And he turns out to be one of those who just won't leave you the hell alone, and then wants to tell you their entire life story. And I couldn't justifiably blow the guy off because 1) I'm not gay, and 2) being in customer service, it's my job to stare vacantly at random people while they prattle on about their latest bowel movement, or lack thereof. Goddamn I love my job. But, I digress. When he's finally finished wasting my time, he rewards me with... a scratch off lottery ticket. You know the kind. It had bananas all over it, and you have to scratch off three of the same number to instantly win that amount in cash. Normally I wouldn't waste my time or money on something like that, but hey, it was free. So I pull out a coin and start scratching. 12, 80, 2000, 2000, 2, 10. I scratched off every single spot on the card, and there were not three like numbers on the whole thing. In other words, no matter how I would've played my card, I was not going to be a winner. I couldn't help but sideglance as the irony of the moment settled in. Truly, this was one of those things that happens to me and characters in poorly written sitcoms.
I wasn't entirely sure if I should categorize this entry as work or life, since it was a reflection of both. But now I'm just getting trivial, and my lime sherbet is starting to melt.
I wasn't entirely sure if I should categorize this entry as work or life, since it was a reflection of both. But now I'm just getting trivial, and my lime sherbet is starting to melt.
12:13 AM - dreaming without destination
This will be a short one, since I barely remember the dream I had, kind of as an afterthought. I remember, I was in an air port; a very small air port. Maybe about the size of your favorite fast food joint. Yeah, tiny. I was with a random collection of people who I could only group together as being family members. I remember there was some confusion about what our destination was, and we were already in line to purchase our tickets. I asked my cousin, Holley, where we were going. She said, Las Vegas, because another random person I know had gone there and gotten married, and we had to go there and rescue her. This didn't seem like a major point of the dream though. I asked my mom if we were going to Vegas, and she looked confused to the point of bewilderment. She said she wanted to go to the Carribbean. By the time I got to the front desk, I told the girl working there I wanted a ticket to Vegas. I began to panic when I realized that everybody was getting on different flights. The next thing I know, I'm in a city I've never been to before, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing or where I'm going. I was, as the Dutch would say, verloren. Or, as the French would say, le fuçked. The next thing I know, the effing phone woke me up, as it so frequently tends to do when I get to sleep in.
In other news, I'm still slowly recovering from what I can only guess was an onset of the flu. The worst is behind me, though. Yay for being gross!
In other news, I'm still slowly recovering from what I can only guess was an onset of the flu. The worst is behind me, though. Yay for being gross!
The Essentials: Film Edition
Well, this is my first blog. I got inspired by the 99x countdown of the essential CDs. Here are my 13 essential DVDs. (In no particuliar order!) Tell me what ya think!
Seven--Both a rareity and an anomaly in modern filmmaking. A tragedy with the villain actually dying at the end. Violent, dark, and completely unnerving.
Traffic--An apolitical movie thats actually unafraid to take a stand. Elegently weaving three loosely connected stories, each shot in a different lighting, this film is perfection for writing and directing.
L.A. Confidential--Curtis Hanson crafted a film-adaptation of a novel many cited to be unfilmable. A simple..story that..centered around three cops and a mass murder evolved into a rich character study and political intrigue that cemented Kevin Spacey as a star and ushered in the welcoming of Russell Crowe.
Reservoir Dogs--Shot almost entirely in a warehouse, this film is an education on how to write dialogue. A bloody gangster tale that shows very little violence, yet still makes the audience suffer. By far Tarantino's finest work.
Black Hawk Down--A gut-wrenching look at a military mission gone wrong. This film could have easily have pointed fingers and placed blame, yet it focuses on the men involved and graphically shows what they endured.
The Godfather I & II--A classic. Period. Two of the most quotable movies of all time. One is known for launching the careers of Duvall, Pacino, and Caan, and resurrecting the career of Brando. Two takes a slower, darker approach that relies on deep internal conflict. Remembered for Michael and Fredo's frayed relationship and De Niro's unmistakenable turn as Vito.
Goodfellas--A wonderful compliment to the Godfather trilogy that, instead of focusing on the hierarchy and the patriarch of a mafia family, focuses on the mafia's footsoldiers and low-level grunts. Known for Joe Pesci's firey performance, and Scorsese's oscar upset.
Clerks--"37!" Nuff said.
The Empire Strikes Back--One word. Yoda. George Lucas took a page from Coppola and built upon his masterpiece with a darker film with a huge.cliffhanger ending; setting the bar so high that even himself couldn't surpass.
Batman Begins--What sets this movie apart from other comic book films is that its a gripping story that just happens to include superheros as characters.
Unforgiven--The anti-western. Star and director Clint Eastwood, the last you would expect to make this movie, crafts a film where even the protagonists have flaws.
Terminator 2--Arguablely the greatest sequel ever made, mainly because it builds upon the first and surpasses it. A revolutionizing film in terms of effects, that also tells a gripping, emotional story.
A Few Good Men--If you can get past the cheesey made-for-TV music, you get a rich, deeply layered ethical tale. Featuring an all-star cast, some at the beginning of their careers, this is a great courtroom movie before the "courtroom movie" became a cliche.
Fuckin Drama!!!
Ok, lets see...My little brother Nick, or as I call him, Pain in My Ass, is a 13 year old little brat that was spoiled for at least the first 6 years of his life. So now at age 13, he’s an uncontrollable spoiled brat. His dad, who had raised him for the first years of his life, is now married to a girl he met in Thailand, they both live in Flagstaff, without Nick. So what had happened was Nick had finally fucked up so bad, in school and at home, that my mom couldn’t take anymore of him, so he was sent to Flagstaff to live with his dad, that was 2 weeks ago. As of about an hour ago, I got a call from my mom saying that Nick is coming back to Mesa because his dad had "disowned" him. At first I was a little shocked, then my mom told me wtf happened. Apparently, Nick had deleted Tik’s (his dad’s wife from Thailand) character on a game they play on the computer. Tik was so upset she started to cry, she had put so much work into this character, and Nick got rid of it. Once Aaron (Nick’s dad) found out about this he was fed up with Nick so he called my mom and said Nick is coming back. My mom, enjoying the house without Nick, said no she didn’t want him. Well Aaron said if she doesn’t take him back he was gonna send Nick into foster care. So, my mom, feeling bad, decided to let Nick come back. Unfortunatley for him, this is his last chance, if he fucks up one more time, his ass is going to Military school. (By the way there’s more to the story....I just don’t wanna go too in depth, you’ll know what’s going on if you have hung out at my mom’s house.)
OK, now lets look at this...First, Nick is fucking stupid for pulling such a fucking retarded move to his step-mom, who is so fucking nice, she doesn’t even yell at him, due to her culture. Secondly, Tik needs to realize that this is America, not Thailand, if she wants some respect from this brat of a kid she’s gonna have to start yelling and beating him. Thirdly, Aaron was fucked up enough to use the "disowning" card on his own fucking son, THE ONE HE FUCKING CREATED!!!! I don’t care who you are this is a whole new level of crossing the line!!! The way I’d handle this is to beat the fuck out of Nick and ground his ass from EVERYTHING!!! then, i’d tell Tik that when Nick crosses the line to beat the fuck out of him, until he learns that he’s the fucking kid and has no rights under his dad’s house...heh....all I know is that if Nick goes to Military school it’ll be fucking great, I couldn’t think of any better place to handle this brat.......btw if your reading this and your offened by how I think about my brother, you obviously haven’t met him......thanks for reading if you did, I’m going to bed, I just needed to get that off my chest, good night.
Just another half hour...
Ok, I needed to do something to keep me up for another half an hour so I can call into work, because there's no way I'm going to work in 4 hours for 7 hours without any hours of sleep. So I'd thought I'd make a blog, yay first one -_-. Anyways, I sometimes think that insomnia can be a curse, sure there are plenty of times that it's been useful but, usually I won't get sleep on a school night or possibly like now a work night...the other bad thing about insomnia is you end up being the only one still awake when the sun rises. Then you finally fall asleep and wake up several hours after everyone is already up. It might seem strange but I hate being the last one to wake up, I hate getting the whole "good morning sleepy..." I don't know why just a pet peeve I guess. Another big reason insomnia sucks is because when your hanging out with friends they fall asleep and you got nothing to do (take for example "fat ass" who's asleep on my couch -_-). heh...I've ran out of things to say and it's only been four minutes, cya guys later I gotta find something to fucking do...-_-
12:31 AM - the scratch off
In my line of work, you tend to walk out the door at the end of the day with quite a few "interesting" stories. Yesterday, I had one of particular interest. I had a customer come in who I could only describe as typical. If you are currently or have ever been a coworker of mine there, you know what I'm talking about, and if not I'm sure you can still pick up on the vibe I'm putting down. Anyway, he asks me for assistance with something. And he turns out to be one of those who just won't leave you the hell alone, and then wants to tell you their entire life story. And I couldn't justifiably blow the guy off because 1) I'm not gay, and 2) being in customer service, it's my job to stare vacantly at random people while they prattle on about their latest bowel movement, or lack thereof. Goddamn I love my job. But, I digress. When he's finally finished wasting my time, he rewards me with... a scratch off lottery ticket. You know the kind. It had bananas all over it, and you have to scratch off three of the same number to instantly win that amount in cash. Normally I wouldn't waste my time or money on something like that, but hey, it was free. So I pull out a coin and start scratching. 12, 80, 2000, 2000, 2, 10. I scratched off every single spot on the card, and there were not three like numbers on the whole thing. In other words, no matter how I would've played my card, I was not going to be a winner. I couldn't help but sideglance as the irony of the moment settled in. Truly, this was one of those things that happens to me and characters in poorly written sitcoms.
I wasn't entirely sure if I should categorize this entry as work or life, since it was a reflection of both. But now I'm just getting trivial, and my lime sherbet is starting to melt.
I wasn't entirely sure if I should categorize this entry as work or life, since it was a reflection of both. But now I'm just getting trivial, and my lime sherbet is starting to melt.
12:13 AM - dreaming without destination
This will be a short one, since I barely remember the dream I had, kind of as an afterthought. I remember, I was in an air port; a very small air port. Maybe about the size of your favorite fast food joint. Yeah, tiny. I was with a random collection of people who I could only group together as being family members. I remember there was some confusion about what our destination was, and we were already in line to purchase our tickets. I asked my cousin, Holley, where we were going. She said, Las Vegas, because another random person I know had gone there and gotten married, and we had to go there and rescue her. This didn't seem like a major point of the dream though. I asked my mom if we were going to Vegas, and she looked confused to the point of bewilderment. She said she wanted to go to the Carribbean. By the time I got to the front desk, I told the girl working there I wanted a ticket to Vegas. I began to panic when I realized that everybody was getting on different flights. The next thing I know, I'm in a city I've never been to before, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing or where I'm going. I was, as the Dutch would say, verloren. Or, as the French would say, le fuçked. The next thing I know, the effing phone woke me up, as it so frequently tends to do when I get to sleep in.
In other news, I'm still slowly recovering from what I can only guess was an onset of the flu. The worst is behind me, though. Yay for being gross!
In other news, I'm still slowly recovering from what I can only guess was an onset of the flu. The worst is behind me, though. Yay for being gross!
the truth
"A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth that is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth - that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world may still know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the comptemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievment may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way - an honorable way - in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment. For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words, "The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinate glory."
Viktor E. Frankl
Man's Search for Meaning
Life is Loco
well, i live in nyc now. for two months. i honestly like it here, but i definitely feel the homesickness every now and then. and never in my life have i been so busy! working 50-60 hours a week is one thing, but then adding on a commute (how lame that it never even donned on me that i would have to have a COMMUTE) adds at least another 10 hours a week.
my mom was just here visiting me, sadly i am a bit lonely now that she is gone. but i get to go home in five weeks for xmas (we are doing it late this year, i am trying to pick up lots of extra shifts at work to save money). angi being in the city saves me, as well as having deena around. they are definitely my rocks. who knew that you could find friends that are as good to you as you are to them?!
the cold has finally hit nyc today. it is about 35 degrees outside, kinda feels like home! that's always nice, right? i have a couple auditions coming up in a couple weeks, those should be interesting. a couple US tours as well as an asian tour.
Wish me LUCK!
FINALLY FREE
Wow, so i finally said what i had to say. i had tried to tell her before, but i think she had blocked me email and phone number. how pathetic. what is something had happened to my parents, who she said she loved so much. how would she ever know. a fucking pathetic cunt.
She read my last blog, of course she knew it was about her, but honestly, if she was, as she says, completely in the dark, how WOULD she have known. must have a guilty conscience. not a large surprise.
She tried to get into my head again, make me doubt myself, just as she did in every argument we've ever had. Always my fault, because of course she is so much smarter than I am. Than everyone apparently. She tried to use my battle with depression (which i am fucking winning!!!!) to get into me and make me hurt. how dare she! But all THAT did was show me what she really was. I wish i could just get over the whole thing, just cut it out of my life, but i can't. unfortunately, she WAS a large part of my life and she made an impact. And i guess i did learn from her. Big ol' fuckin lesson.
I wonder how many people she is hurting where she lives now. I wish i could contact them and let them know, but i think it is a lesson that they, too, have to learn. What a trail of saddness and anger she left. the trail just stretches farther now. she must be truly unhappy.
If only she knew what was coming to her. she'll find out soon enough. karma is a bitch, she taught me that one.
Movin'
So.....i am leaving. i planned on coming back to missoula for at least a little while after i was done in virginia city, but it looks like i will only be here long enough to pack. and then off to NYC. it is time. as strange as it sounds, i almost feel like the planets are now aligned, and it is just time. it is rare that i feel so comfortable with a decision that i have made, and yet this just feels right. hell, i can't even order dinner without second guessing myself. i guess all that is left to say is goodbye. and thank you. to everyone and everything in missoula that has made me what i am. i'm gonna miss it here.
yet again
gone again...she was back for a day and i felt so good, and now she is gone. what can ya do right? realize that it is all for a reason? that there is some grand scheme out there? hope that there is? who knows, you just gotta keep pushing on; keep on working. and to tell you the truth, i am okay with all of it. at first i felt abandoned and betrayed. how dare she leave me for someone else? wasn't our friendship special enough? but, as she told me once, if you truly love someone, you want what is best for them, even if it means sacrificing yourself. and its not as if she is gone forever, she is still there, but someone else has filled the space she needed to have occupied. i should be happy about that. and sooo......i'm smiling.
also...the dog is pregnant, didn't see THAT coming?! i am excited though, as she is a frickin' awesome dog, as is the father. AND both are border collies so we will have a whole flock ofhyper dogs! weee!!! in fact, at this very moment she is sitting on my shoulders (a hard feat to accomplish, as she is not a small dog) and licking the back of my head. and i, of course, and laughing my ass off.
Why is it that i only blog when i have something heavy weighing on me? people are gonna think i'm crazy......
Fuckin Drama!!!
Ok, lets see...My little brother Nick, or as I call him, Pain in My Ass, is a 13 year old little brat that was spoiled for at least the first 6 years of his life. So now at age 13, he’s an uncontrollable spoiled brat. His dad, who had raised him for the first years of his life, is now married to a girl he met in Thailand, they both live in Flagstaff, without Nick. So what had happened was Nick had finally fucked up so bad, in school and at home, that my mom couldn’t take anymore of him, so he was sent to Flagstaff to live with his dad, that was 2 weeks ago. As of about an hour ago, I got a call from my mom saying that Nick is coming back to Mesa because his dad had "disowned" him. At first I was a little shocked, then my mom told me wtf happened. Apparently, Nick had deleted Tik’s (his dad’s wife from Thailand) character on a game they play on the computer. Tik was so upset she started to cry, she had put so much work into this character, and Nick got rid of it. Once Aaron (Nick’s dad) found out about this he was fed up with Nick so he called my mom and said Nick is coming back. My mom, enjoying the house without Nick, said no she didn’t want him. Well Aaron said if she doesn’t take him back he was gonna send Nick into foster care. So, my mom, feeling bad, decided to let Nick come back. Unfortunatley for him, this is his last chance, if he fucks up one more time, his ass is going to Military school. (By the way there’s more to the story....I just don’t wanna go too in depth, you’ll know what’s going on if you have hung out at my mom’s house.)
OK, now lets look at this...First, Nick is fucking stupid for pulling such a fucking retarded move to his step-mom, who is so fucking nice, she doesn’t even yell at him, due to her culture. Secondly, Tik needs to realize that this is America, not Thailand, if she wants some respect from this brat of a kid she’s gonna have to start yelling and beating him. Thirdly, Aaron was fucked up enough to use the "disowning" card on his own fucking son, THE ONE HE FUCKING CREATED!!!! I don’t care who you are this is a whole new level of crossing the line!!! The way I’d handle this is to beat the fuck out of Nick and ground his ass from EVERYTHING!!! then, i’d tell Tik that when Nick crosses the line to beat the fuck out of him, until he learns that he’s the fucking kid and has no rights under his dad’s house...heh....all I know is that if Nick goes to Military school it’ll be fucking great, I couldn’t think of any better place to handle this brat.......btw if your reading this and your offened by how I think about my brother, you obviously haven’t met him......thanks for reading if you did, I’m going to bed, I just needed to get that off my chest, good night.
Voluntary Solitude
i relied on you for so long. you were my other half. i think you still are, in fact. but when you left (no fault of your own, i left once too) i needed to learn to be strong by myself. so much happened when you were gone, my mom's health problems, my dad's health problems, depression, loneliness.....i guess i just realized i could do it alone. and i need that. i need to know that i am strong enough, and i am ME enough to be okay. if someone leaves me again, i will be alright. and when you came back things were different. you can't deny it. i can't either. as much as i wanted things to be the same, they weren't. they aren't. i came to see all of the bad along with the good. i don't want to be treated like an inferior again. every time i let someone in, it happens that way. i'm not inferior. and i won't let anyone make me feel that way anymore. remember all the things i taught you? well, now you are teaching me, and i thank you for that. part of growing up i guess. still hurts, though. a whole hell of a lot. but at least i feel like this is a growing hurt. not in terms of it getting bigger, but in the sense that i am growing inside of the hurt. in spite of it. i need the hurt. i need to grow. i can't let you, or anyone, make me happy right now. and i can't let you make me sad. only i have that power now. at least for this moment. and that is how it needs to be.
Just another half hour...
Ok, I needed to do something to keep me up for another half an hour so I can call into work, because there's no way I'm going to work in 4 hours for 7 hours without any hours of sleep. So I'd thought I'd make a blog, yay first one -_-. Anyways, I sometimes think that insomnia can be a curse, sure there are plenty of times that it's been useful but, usually I won't get sleep on a school night or possibly like now a work night...the other bad thing about insomnia is you end up being the only one still awake when the sun rises. Then you finally fall asleep and wake up several hours after everyone is already up. It might seem strange but I hate being the last one to wake up, I hate getting the whole "good morning sleepy..." I don't know why just a pet peeve I guess. Another big reason insomnia sucks is because when your hanging out with friends they fall asleep and you got nothing to do (take for example "fat ass" who's asleep on my couch -_-). heh...I've ran out of things to say and it's only been four minutes, cya guys later I gotta find something to fucking do...-_-
hmm....
so, first blog, don't really know what to say.....i'm a blog virgin of sorts. the whole "myspace" thing is new to me in actuality, but i suppose we all start somewhere. poetic right? yeah, i'm good like that.
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