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Friday, May 3, 2013
Hey Mom, ...Guess where I am?
As you may have noticed I sort of stopped writing there for a bit…sort of as in grinding halt stopped writing for a bit.
There are a lot of reasons for that …chief among them is a pretty enormous self loathing but that isn’t what we are here to talk about today perhaps I’ll get into that another time.
With mother’s day coming up soonish I was talking about some things with some friends which happened to focus in on being parents and how we presented some challenges to our parents.
While I didn’t live with my parents for a large part of my teen years I probably made up for it while I was there.
Then once we leave the homestead we break out into the world with hardly a glance backward.
Standing there is background are the ones who bled and toiled and stayed awake with worry over our every problem even the ones we have forgotten they have a gray hair or worry line to remind them.
We didn’t ponder deeply the meaning of our relationships with our parents or how our relationships have evolved with our own children.
One of the stories I recalled after having fled the homestead was being in Europe and calling home at various times to keep in touch with family and sometimes friends.
As with most things we tend to settle in to trends or patterns when doing anything for the people in or attached to our lives, so they will expect it or be anticipating the interaction.
One of the interactions I had with my mother mainly because she was the one who would answer the phone most often. This was when you left your phone on a desk or attached to a wall. And to call you had to find a phone attached to a wall or in a special house on the street.
Well my habit with my mother and the phone was to wait until I had closed a bar and generally consumed a fair amount and it was generally very late or very early depending on how you look at those hours between midnight and 6 am.
These calls would usually be associated with me traveling around to various places too.
Many of the phone calls would go something like this.
Hey Mom, guess where I am
She of course had no idea exactly where I was
I would be I’m In Paris and I’m drunk It’s 4 am which wasn’t really all that late for her in the US but I wasn’t in any condition then to figure out the time but knew I was ahead of them and If I was awake it generally mean that it was ok to call them unless it was daylight out but there were a few times the bar doors opened and the sun poured in…
Oh that is a dreadful feeling and not the point
So made several of these calls …from several different places in Europe and always a bit to the wind
Those phone calls never lasted very long but they were happy ones and while I could have spent my money and time better while I was there but I didn’t.
There for a moment I was on a street in some city not in the same place as my mother saying hey you are on my mind.
While my mother and I haven’t always had the best relationship for a myriad of reason as is true with all children and parents it is was it is, again not the conversation.
That went on for the entire time I was stationed out of the US.
Once even convinced another person with whom I was stationed to call his Mom while he was all back of the bus and to the wind.
Was this ill advised … perhaps it was but I had no point of reference as to how his mother would take to her son calling her from Europe with a bit too much to drink…
My parents never seemed to care or never protested to me while I was on the phone.
Well he calls his mother and says, Mom I’m in Munich and I’m drunk or wherever we were that time…we were drunk
Well his mother did not take to the drunken shenanigans of two service men all that well. Her displeasure with me is assumed as I did not speak to his mother but imagine if I had the things she would have said would have been not happy words.
My friend turned from happy to very stiff and yes ma’am and no ma’am, it will never happen again ma’am …blah, blah, blah.
I’m like dude you are thousands of miles away from this person, you have been trained to be war machine… hang up the phone she can’t get you …
Did he hang up the phone? No he did not … he took that howler phone call until the last ten phennig (German coinage before he Euro) clicked away on the pay phone.
The party was over for him … we trudged back to where we were sleeping and all of my drunken phone calls were made solo from then on.
Well years later my mother went on a trip to Greece with her BFF since middle school.
While she was on this trip my phone rang at like 3 a.m.
My mother is on the phone
She says, “Guess where I am?”
I say, “You’re in Greece”
She says, “I’m Drunk” to continue the connection
She wasn’t drunk because it was very early in morning so she had probably just gotten up and was waiting for the shower in the hotel before beginning the day of the tour.
However the connection of my, oh hey I’m thinking of you calls drunken state and all were remember and she made a phone call to me
Probably would have been funnier if she was hammered standing near the Acropolis
Hey boy I’m at the Acropolis and I’m drunk on Ouzo. But drunk of not we share something that my brothers and my mother don’t. I’m sure they know about the calls and were probably there for a few of them but I only really talked to my mother on those Hey I’m in Prague and I’m drunk, I’m at the Muse d’Orsay and I’m drunk
We all connect to the people in our lives in a way that no one else ever does which amazes me that everyone wants to have the same experiences as everyone else but it’s the things that aren’t the same as everyone else that make them stand out.
Oddly things are where they started with a grinding halt but this time its playing on the speakers as I’m typing …everything is coming to a grinding halt… no sound … no me… no people…no you …
In other news…
Wow that is complicated … so complicated that I can’t even begin to explain it .
Still in other news…
I’m off for the next week and plan on making this return to writing at least a weekly thing perhaps twice a week …we’ll see baby step.
Yet still in other news… I’m at my desk and I’m about 4 pints in no phone calls today
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Message in a bottle adventures
A friend posted a photo of a USB memory stick in a bottle with the caption, “The modern day message in a bottle”
My thoughts were well that is interesting and I liked the image of a bottle on a sandy beach, ocean in the background with the modern device inside the bottle waiting for anyone to open up the secret messages inside.
Then I thought well water would destroy the memory stick. Then I thought sealing wax like on a wine and booze bottles would fix that problem and that would have made the photo look even cooler if the person taking the photo had thought of that little addition.
Alas they did not. Still it was a good photo.
It also reminded me of when I was kid. I grabbed a coke bottle back when they were made of glass and not the thin glass that they are today, it was thick ass glass that took a beating. For some reason there were corks lying around the house too various sizes and shapes and I found one that fit the bottle.
I then wrote a note in the bottle saying that I was this kid living in this particular town, going to this particular school, what I liked and if this message was found would you please, please, and probably threw in another please for good measure and as I was a kid I didn’t think it would be annoying to write please so many times in a row, write me back. I included my address as well.
Which in retrospect probably wasn’t really all that smart because and today everyone would be like WTH dude, do you want a stalker to come kill you.
Admittedly that isn’t very high on my list of things to get done in my lifetime.
So thinking ahead I put my letter in a plastic bag in case the bottle leaked and like the photographer didn’t think to seal the bottle in wax at the cap point. I was a kid though and while we had corks lying around we did not have sealing wax, so there is that in my favor.
Then once I had my message in the bottle I ran down to the town bridge which crosses the Cheat River. It was raining and the river was up and moving very fast. The water was brown with dirt and stirred up silt, and for what ever reason I tossed the bottle out as far as I could, because dropping it straight down seemed less dramatic I suppose.
It was dark and raining and I couldn’t see the bottle any longer a second or two after it left my hand. I don’t think I even saw it hit the water it was a very exciting moment. But from there the bottle was out in the world on its’ own waiting to be found where would it go, how far would it go. The excitement lasted for a few days and my daydreams of where the bottle might actually end up filled my head.
Well technically it could have possibly made it to the Gulf of Mexico
The progression would be from the Cheat, to the Monongahela to the Ohio River to the Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico… to the whole wide world
Well to a kid probability means squat and that bottle had a great chance of making it to anyone in the world who might be near a body of water.
The reality is that the bottle survived and made it a pretty good distance and made it to the second river in that chain to the whole world and as luck would have it a kid found the bottle. An adventurous kid who liked to play on river banks like myself, except this adventurous kid was a girl.
I got her letter a few weeks after tossing my bottle into the river, closer to two months. So the bottle just sat there for a while I suppose. And largely I had forgotten about the bottle but the when the letter was there when I got home from school. It was one of those confetti moments when you just explode with happiness.
The girl and I wrote for a while and then we just stopped. I don’t remember why just that we don’t write anymore. This was before computers and easy photographs. So I never knew what she looked like and she did not know what I looked like. Hell we may have met later in life. I don’t remember her name and if the letters still exist then they would be in my mother’s house probably in the attic hard to say. Would be fun to find them if they are still there. I wondered about this person after seeing the bottle photo and thought what her life if like today and does she remember a childhood adventure of finding a message in a bottle on the banks of a river one autumn day.
Because I’ve had success with that little experiment I’ve done the same thing a few other times and tossed bottles into the Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean and a few rivers here and there. It has only worked that one time. But I have moved a lot so if it did work other times it was after I moved and the letter probably got sent back to the person.
I suppose GeoQuests replace the message in the bottle sort of adventures and my blog to letter box challenge is very much like the letter in the bottle thing. Except that the river this time was cyber space. That adventure continues and it is never too late to jump on board if you want to play as always the PO Box is below. I like to get cards and letters and it makes the spider happy.
I would encourage people to participate in this type of adventure but certainly use so precautions like a PO Box or just and email address that you set up specifically for the adventure. You will be surprised by the amount of excitement it actually creates in your life.
In other news…
Confirmation of the acronym in this last week from an unlikely source so that was fun
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
My thoughts were well that is interesting and I liked the image of a bottle on a sandy beach, ocean in the background with the modern device inside the bottle waiting for anyone to open up the secret messages inside.
Then I thought well water would destroy the memory stick. Then I thought sealing wax like on a wine and booze bottles would fix that problem and that would have made the photo look even cooler if the person taking the photo had thought of that little addition.
Alas they did not. Still it was a good photo.
It also reminded me of when I was kid. I grabbed a coke bottle back when they were made of glass and not the thin glass that they are today, it was thick ass glass that took a beating. For some reason there were corks lying around the house too various sizes and shapes and I found one that fit the bottle.
I then wrote a note in the bottle saying that I was this kid living in this particular town, going to this particular school, what I liked and if this message was found would you please, please, and probably threw in another please for good measure and as I was a kid I didn’t think it would be annoying to write please so many times in a row, write me back. I included my address as well.
Which in retrospect probably wasn’t really all that smart because and today everyone would be like WTH dude, do you want a stalker to come kill you.
Admittedly that isn’t very high on my list of things to get done in my lifetime.
So thinking ahead I put my letter in a plastic bag in case the bottle leaked and like the photographer didn’t think to seal the bottle in wax at the cap point. I was a kid though and while we had corks lying around we did not have sealing wax, so there is that in my favor.
Then once I had my message in the bottle I ran down to the town bridge which crosses the Cheat River. It was raining and the river was up and moving very fast. The water was brown with dirt and stirred up silt, and for what ever reason I tossed the bottle out as far as I could, because dropping it straight down seemed less dramatic I suppose.
It was dark and raining and I couldn’t see the bottle any longer a second or two after it left my hand. I don’t think I even saw it hit the water it was a very exciting moment. But from there the bottle was out in the world on its’ own waiting to be found where would it go, how far would it go. The excitement lasted for a few days and my daydreams of where the bottle might actually end up filled my head.
Well technically it could have possibly made it to the Gulf of Mexico
The progression would be from the Cheat, to the Monongahela to the Ohio River to the Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico… to the whole wide world
Well to a kid probability means squat and that bottle had a great chance of making it to anyone in the world who might be near a body of water.
The reality is that the bottle survived and made it a pretty good distance and made it to the second river in that chain to the whole world and as luck would have it a kid found the bottle. An adventurous kid who liked to play on river banks like myself, except this adventurous kid was a girl.
I got her letter a few weeks after tossing my bottle into the river, closer to two months. So the bottle just sat there for a while I suppose. And largely I had forgotten about the bottle but the when the letter was there when I got home from school. It was one of those confetti moments when you just explode with happiness.
The girl and I wrote for a while and then we just stopped. I don’t remember why just that we don’t write anymore. This was before computers and easy photographs. So I never knew what she looked like and she did not know what I looked like. Hell we may have met later in life. I don’t remember her name and if the letters still exist then they would be in my mother’s house probably in the attic hard to say. Would be fun to find them if they are still there. I wondered about this person after seeing the bottle photo and thought what her life if like today and does she remember a childhood adventure of finding a message in a bottle on the banks of a river one autumn day.
Because I’ve had success with that little experiment I’ve done the same thing a few other times and tossed bottles into the Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean and a few rivers here and there. It has only worked that one time. But I have moved a lot so if it did work other times it was after I moved and the letter probably got sent back to the person.
I suppose GeoQuests replace the message in the bottle sort of adventures and my blog to letter box challenge is very much like the letter in the bottle thing. Except that the river this time was cyber space. That adventure continues and it is never too late to jump on board if you want to play as always the PO Box is below. I like to get cards and letters and it makes the spider happy.
I would encourage people to participate in this type of adventure but certainly use so precautions like a PO Box or just and email address that you set up specifically for the adventure. You will be surprised by the amount of excitement it actually creates in your life.
In other news…
Confirmation of the acronym in this last week from an unlikely source so that was fun
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Sunday, April 8, 2012
one of my pen pals
When I was in the seminary I had a few pen pals. Some of them were people I knew, some of them were people I wanted to know better and another was not like any of the others.
Not that I didn’t want to know this person and I certainly did not know them before we started writing.
What started me on writing this particular person is unclear. I had a list of about 100 names on it with people to write who all had one thing in common… they were in prison.
My prison pen pal…not your average ho-hum run of the mill writing buddy. My particular pen pal was in prison for armed robbery and cocaine. I’m not entirely sure how the cocaine was related other than it was a bad habit he had picked up.
Although I had started this paper conversation without a clear understanding as to why I was doing it, there was something there in those conversations. We wrote back and forth for a bit over two years and about the time I left the seminary is when we stopped writing.
I wonder sometimes what became of this pen pal. Granted he may have been pumping sunshine into the letters about how he had really changed or was it because of where I was in my life at that time that he confided in a seminary student things he would not confess to others.
All in all I don’t know who got more out of the … what ever it was, friendship I think best describes it.
He was a normal guy apart from being in prison. He had a hobby that he truly loved and was a published writer, one article in a magazine devoted to his hobby, but published none the less. He sent me a copy of the magazine it was in and others read his story would not have known it was written by a man who was in prison for a pretty bad thing.
His writing was perhaps his escape from the walls he lived in and couldn’t leave.
His family seemed to be supportive of him as much as they could but I think it bothered him that they didn’t visit and a stranger a whole country away was his only regular mail.
Part of me is curious to find out what happened to this pen pal, part of me is also cautious about finding this pen pal because he was in prison. Not because he would harm me I don’t think that is the case, just that it would shatter the illusion that he did get out and kept on the right path and got a decent job, repaired the relationship with his family and is a welcomed part of gatherings and events.
The harsh reality is that he may also have gotten out met the world who was closed minded and scared of a person who robbed a bank once upon a time, couldn’t find a job, sat in uncomfortable silences in rooms with family and friends who couldn’t find the words to just make small talk with their son, brother, or friend.
Two sides of a coin, it’s Schrödinger's cat without the cat and it’s a person I can choose to believe which ever possibility I want for my friend until I find out the truth and then it is unchangable. You can’t go back to the illusion. I hope my friend was able to keep his promises to himself and change.
I wonder too because I don’t bother to find out what really happened if that makes me a bad friend, but the truth is he hasn’t bothered to look me up in a day and age when almost anyone can be found if they want to be found.
Which is in sense the harsh truth that he didn’t succeed and ended up back where we first started talking but I hold out hope that he did succeed and is happy and not back in prison and maybe someday I’ll be the better friend and send that next letter.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Not that I didn’t want to know this person and I certainly did not know them before we started writing.
What started me on writing this particular person is unclear. I had a list of about 100 names on it with people to write who all had one thing in common… they were in prison.
My prison pen pal…not your average ho-hum run of the mill writing buddy. My particular pen pal was in prison for armed robbery and cocaine. I’m not entirely sure how the cocaine was related other than it was a bad habit he had picked up.
Although I had started this paper conversation without a clear understanding as to why I was doing it, there was something there in those conversations. We wrote back and forth for a bit over two years and about the time I left the seminary is when we stopped writing.
I wonder sometimes what became of this pen pal. Granted he may have been pumping sunshine into the letters about how he had really changed or was it because of where I was in my life at that time that he confided in a seminary student things he would not confess to others.
All in all I don’t know who got more out of the … what ever it was, friendship I think best describes it.
He was a normal guy apart from being in prison. He had a hobby that he truly loved and was a published writer, one article in a magazine devoted to his hobby, but published none the less. He sent me a copy of the magazine it was in and others read his story would not have known it was written by a man who was in prison for a pretty bad thing.
His writing was perhaps his escape from the walls he lived in and couldn’t leave.
His family seemed to be supportive of him as much as they could but I think it bothered him that they didn’t visit and a stranger a whole country away was his only regular mail.
Part of me is curious to find out what happened to this pen pal, part of me is also cautious about finding this pen pal because he was in prison. Not because he would harm me I don’t think that is the case, just that it would shatter the illusion that he did get out and kept on the right path and got a decent job, repaired the relationship with his family and is a welcomed part of gatherings and events.
The harsh reality is that he may also have gotten out met the world who was closed minded and scared of a person who robbed a bank once upon a time, couldn’t find a job, sat in uncomfortable silences in rooms with family and friends who couldn’t find the words to just make small talk with their son, brother, or friend.
Two sides of a coin, it’s Schrödinger's cat without the cat and it’s a person I can choose to believe which ever possibility I want for my friend until I find out the truth and then it is unchangable. You can’t go back to the illusion. I hope my friend was able to keep his promises to himself and change.
I wonder too because I don’t bother to find out what really happened if that makes me a bad friend, but the truth is he hasn’t bothered to look me up in a day and age when almost anyone can be found if they want to be found.
Which is in sense the harsh truth that he didn’t succeed and ended up back where we first started talking but I hold out hope that he did succeed and is happy and not back in prison and maybe someday I’ll be the better friend and send that next letter.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Knowing which witch is which is tricky
There are so many positive messages out there in the world and facebook and other sites are able to bring the wisdom of the ages and sages to your very doorstep, neigh right to your hearth. All of this wisdom stating happiness (without the y), tolerance, strength, serenity, peace and love for all the worlds people without regard to anything or a word specific to the reader.
It is truly knowledge for all to have and to use in their lives.
The tricky part is that all of this takes work and ….spoiler alert …. Just thinking it and wanting it is not going to get it for you no matter who told you that Secret.
Now some of you will think, oh poo sha there goes the invisible kid being glass half empty, but like I always say a box of shit wrapped in Christmas paper is still a box of shit.
There is a practical side to knowledge, that the witticisms do not included in their sayings. Some will offer some indication that this is not so easily obtained, while others just blissfully spout on about the positive without regard for the pragmatic side.
It takes more than just saying things for them to be true and there will always be people who want to firetruck things up for you because they are to busy do thing there thing and well you my friend are in their way. So the hell with you is what they say. Just like another bit of wisdom, “Here is to the health and wealth of those who love me and know me well, the rest of you can go straight to hell.”
It is a “dog eat dog” world out there and finding peace, happiness and all that other stuff out there that people say they want, that they really, really, want (yes it is an homage to the spice girls) may not actually be what the want.
Because what we want may not be popular so we don’t want to seem un cool, or it may not be altruistic and we don’t want to appear to be selfish and greedy even though we are all a little bit.
Even when we wish for things we want it to fit within the shallowness of our preconceived notions of what it should be.
Probably isn’t going to happen the way that we want it to happened and how many times have we passed up happiness, joy, peace, serenity and the lot of it because it wasn’t presented in a way that we expected it to be. Like I said before, a box of shit wrapped in Christmas paper is still a box of shit. Sure it looks bright and shiny under the tree and hell it may be bigger than the rest of the boxes, it is still a box of shit and unless you are going to make the earth healthier for crops you don’t want a box of shit.
But well all fall for the same things over and over again. We build up barriers to our own success or there are those in the world who will only be happy if you fail.
Sorry that is just the way it is, not to throw mud at your rose colored glasses but that is the simple truth of it. Now there are ways around all the obstacles and trap and annoying people but it takes work and what you are looking for may not look like you think it will look like, so pay attention the best things may already be at your doorstep.
In other news
I keep making a typo today when ever I type it, Freud would have something interesting to say about that and I would have to say. You know Ziggy you are correct, a single scoop only though, please.
Off to kill things in the virtual world.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
It is truly knowledge for all to have and to use in their lives.
The tricky part is that all of this takes work and ….spoiler alert …. Just thinking it and wanting it is not going to get it for you no matter who told you that Secret.
Now some of you will think, oh poo sha there goes the invisible kid being glass half empty, but like I always say a box of shit wrapped in Christmas paper is still a box of shit.
There is a practical side to knowledge, that the witticisms do not included in their sayings. Some will offer some indication that this is not so easily obtained, while others just blissfully spout on about the positive without regard for the pragmatic side.
It takes more than just saying things for them to be true and there will always be people who want to firetruck things up for you because they are to busy do thing there thing and well you my friend are in their way. So the hell with you is what they say. Just like another bit of wisdom, “Here is to the health and wealth of those who love me and know me well, the rest of you can go straight to hell.”
It is a “dog eat dog” world out there and finding peace, happiness and all that other stuff out there that people say they want, that they really, really, want (yes it is an homage to the spice girls) may not actually be what the want.
Because what we want may not be popular so we don’t want to seem un cool, or it may not be altruistic and we don’t want to appear to be selfish and greedy even though we are all a little bit.
Even when we wish for things we want it to fit within the shallowness of our preconceived notions of what it should be.
Probably isn’t going to happen the way that we want it to happened and how many times have we passed up happiness, joy, peace, serenity and the lot of it because it wasn’t presented in a way that we expected it to be. Like I said before, a box of shit wrapped in Christmas paper is still a box of shit. Sure it looks bright and shiny under the tree and hell it may be bigger than the rest of the boxes, it is still a box of shit and unless you are going to make the earth healthier for crops you don’t want a box of shit.
But well all fall for the same things over and over again. We build up barriers to our own success or there are those in the world who will only be happy if you fail.
Sorry that is just the way it is, not to throw mud at your rose colored glasses but that is the simple truth of it. Now there are ways around all the obstacles and trap and annoying people but it takes work and what you are looking for may not look like you think it will look like, so pay attention the best things may already be at your doorstep.
In other news
I keep making a typo today when ever I type it, Freud would have something interesting to say about that and I would have to say. You know Ziggy you are correct, a single scoop only though, please.
Off to kill things in the virtual world.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Monday, January 16, 2012
See there is a deep end
Seems that some people will invent things to become upset about when there are not real things to be upset about. We are one of the most social of all societies and oddly enough one of the most anti-social as well.
A while back there was a thing I saw about the latest trend in relationships is emotional affairs. Now perhaps I should save this for a WTF issue but I won’t. Seriously though what is this about really?
The reality is that if you are concerned about an emotional affair you are really more concerned about control than you are being in a relationship. Control is one of the things that we all want or at least the illusion of control. Because really what do we really control?
We control very little when you think about it, we do not control anything in our lives including our one life.
However we try to control things in our lives and think about the times when you are the most frustrated is when no matter what you do you can not change they are beyond your control.
In a relationship you trust that your partner is open and honest with you but you don’t know if they are really being open and honest with you. You know what they want you to know … control. You tell them what you want them to know…control.
We just have to trust that it’s enough, but what if you don’t and you begin to suspect that your partner is having an affair? Ok that is pretty bad and it can have varying degrees of bad. I can be with a friend, a coworker, a total stranger, well to you, you know because they aren’t really strangers to your partner. Yeah ouch
Now you may be thinking hey invisible dude why are you talking about relationships you aren’t even in one what the hell do you know. Well I’ll be the first to admit that there is obviously something lacking in my ability to remain in a relationship. But I have been in several relationships and can recognize that trust, control and communication are key to keeping things going and with that not trying to create problems when there aren’t any problems or at least no problems worth mentioning.
Emotional affairs though, really? I can understand it may be bothersome that your partner has an emotional tie with someone else that they don’t have with you. But don’t have kids if you don’t want to see that in action everyday in your house. Your kids will bond with each parent differently. And it is likely that that emotional relationship will be stronger than the one your partner has with you. Sorry.
Sure you can understand the kid thing, what about co workers, though. Maybe a bit tougher to handle, however that depends on the work. Like my job for instance, if you don’t do it you really can’t understand it completely no matter how much the person talks about it. So there will be a bond based on shared experience that doesn’t exist with anyone on the outside of that arena. Perhaps you can handle the co-workers, maybe.
What about friends? Is your partner going to have to abandon having friends, ever in the relationship with you? Lets hope not because they can be a buffer in potential issues within the relationship. Sure they get to hear some of your problems and quirks but we are social so we talk though our problems. And if you always try to solve your problems from a singular mind set you are not going to solve all your problems. Hell you probably won’t solve a lot of your problems.
So if your parent connects with someone else in friendship, work, hell even platonic love and they never stray physically from you where is the problem. We are social, one person isn’t going to be enough to satisfy our emotional needs. There doesn’t have to be a lot of people but just a few that help us through things.
Some people related better to the opposite gender and can share things easier than they can with members of their own gender. Face if you are a woman trying to share your worries and fears with them can be a kin to posting it on your status wall on facebook. And if you are a man, it’s like throwing a piece of meat into a pack of wolves.
Now this isn’t true of all men or woman some can be very good confidants to same gender persons. So if your partner has a person with whom they confide who is the opposite gender and they become good friends in the process you have to trust that it will remain a friendship. Sure they may have a strong emotional bond but aren’t all friendships emotional bonds. They will be bonds that you do not share with your partner. They will have inside jokes that develop over time that you won’t know. As we know people better we allow them into a personal space bubbles more and more and with good friends they will be very close in that physical space and from the outside it may appear to be something it is not.
It goes back to trust, control and communication. How much do you trust your partner, how much to do tell them and how much control are you will to live without and just let things be what they are going to be.
Emotional affairs are just a problem we make up to try to control our partners a little bit more. You can have friends but no friends that are not our friends. You do that, you kill the person you had in the relationship.
Relationships are hard but if you want trust you have to give it, if you want communication you have to talk without judgment and if you want control you have to give it up and even then things change and people will grow apart and often times it will be one person who grows away but they usually will just pretend things are all cool until they feel they can land on their feet. The thing is you can’t control it and the more you try the less control you’ll have.
I don’t know I see that emotional affairs are just a form of jealousy, but I can also understand that they can be precursors to an actual affair. Which ones will stay friendships with really strong emotional bonds and which ones will develop into more who the hell knows? If I did know, well I’d be the richest person in the world.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
A while back there was a thing I saw about the latest trend in relationships is emotional affairs. Now perhaps I should save this for a WTF issue but I won’t. Seriously though what is this about really?
The reality is that if you are concerned about an emotional affair you are really more concerned about control than you are being in a relationship. Control is one of the things that we all want or at least the illusion of control. Because really what do we really control?
We control very little when you think about it, we do not control anything in our lives including our one life.
However we try to control things in our lives and think about the times when you are the most frustrated is when no matter what you do you can not change they are beyond your control.
In a relationship you trust that your partner is open and honest with you but you don’t know if they are really being open and honest with you. You know what they want you to know … control. You tell them what you want them to know…control.
We just have to trust that it’s enough, but what if you don’t and you begin to suspect that your partner is having an affair? Ok that is pretty bad and it can have varying degrees of bad. I can be with a friend, a coworker, a total stranger, well to you, you know because they aren’t really strangers to your partner. Yeah ouch
Now you may be thinking hey invisible dude why are you talking about relationships you aren’t even in one what the hell do you know. Well I’ll be the first to admit that there is obviously something lacking in my ability to remain in a relationship. But I have been in several relationships and can recognize that trust, control and communication are key to keeping things going and with that not trying to create problems when there aren’t any problems or at least no problems worth mentioning.
Emotional affairs though, really? I can understand it may be bothersome that your partner has an emotional tie with someone else that they don’t have with you. But don’t have kids if you don’t want to see that in action everyday in your house. Your kids will bond with each parent differently. And it is likely that that emotional relationship will be stronger than the one your partner has with you. Sorry.
Sure you can understand the kid thing, what about co workers, though. Maybe a bit tougher to handle, however that depends on the work. Like my job for instance, if you don’t do it you really can’t understand it completely no matter how much the person talks about it. So there will be a bond based on shared experience that doesn’t exist with anyone on the outside of that arena. Perhaps you can handle the co-workers, maybe.
What about friends? Is your partner going to have to abandon having friends, ever in the relationship with you? Lets hope not because they can be a buffer in potential issues within the relationship. Sure they get to hear some of your problems and quirks but we are social so we talk though our problems. And if you always try to solve your problems from a singular mind set you are not going to solve all your problems. Hell you probably won’t solve a lot of your problems.
So if your parent connects with someone else in friendship, work, hell even platonic love and they never stray physically from you where is the problem. We are social, one person isn’t going to be enough to satisfy our emotional needs. There doesn’t have to be a lot of people but just a few that help us through things.
Some people related better to the opposite gender and can share things easier than they can with members of their own gender. Face if you are a woman trying to share your worries and fears with them can be a kin to posting it on your status wall on facebook. And if you are a man, it’s like throwing a piece of meat into a pack of wolves.
Now this isn’t true of all men or woman some can be very good confidants to same gender persons. So if your partner has a person with whom they confide who is the opposite gender and they become good friends in the process you have to trust that it will remain a friendship. Sure they may have a strong emotional bond but aren’t all friendships emotional bonds. They will be bonds that you do not share with your partner. They will have inside jokes that develop over time that you won’t know. As we know people better we allow them into a personal space bubbles more and more and with good friends they will be very close in that physical space and from the outside it may appear to be something it is not.
It goes back to trust, control and communication. How much do you trust your partner, how much to do tell them and how much control are you will to live without and just let things be what they are going to be.
Emotional affairs are just a problem we make up to try to control our partners a little bit more. You can have friends but no friends that are not our friends. You do that, you kill the person you had in the relationship.
Relationships are hard but if you want trust you have to give it, if you want communication you have to talk without judgment and if you want control you have to give it up and even then things change and people will grow apart and often times it will be one person who grows away but they usually will just pretend things are all cool until they feel they can land on their feet. The thing is you can’t control it and the more you try the less control you’ll have.
I don’t know I see that emotional affairs are just a form of jealousy, but I can also understand that they can be precursors to an actual affair. Which ones will stay friendships with really strong emotional bonds and which ones will develop into more who the hell knows? If I did know, well I’d be the richest person in the world.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Sunday, January 15, 2012
All aboard, not sure how it got there
Because I don’t always have time to write a blog or because I’m supposed to be doing other things, like work, when the idea comes to be I write them down on a piece of paper. As you’ve guess I have a lot of little bits of paper because my brain thinks up things all the time that I think would be good blogs.
Now because my brains don’t appear to work the same as other peoples brains some of these ideas are not such good ideas or they were in context of the conversation. So in an effort to rid my self of all the little bits of paper I’ve been writing them down again in one note book. See there is order and a method to the chaos. But there are still days when I sit here and what you get is what you get, I’m not even sure what is in my head half the time. Real life super hero guy asked me one time, “do you even listen to what you are saying?” I quickly replied “No”. I’ve had to develop a filter over time because the thought is in my head and out my mouth, it doesn’t always work. While it can be fun at times it can also be a tad insensitive at others. I did develop a cover for my lack of filter which I’m sure I borrowed from pop culture which is to say, “Was that out loud?” You know to suggest that my internal dialogue had slipped up but not necessarily in a Freudian manner.
Like when I was in the first grade I remember I wasn’t paying attention in class and the teacher called me out on it. Well I had just seen a movie, the Aristocats and it is all musical like because it’s Disney and that is what they like or they think kids like is musical stuff, which has seemed to be a pretty good formula for them as they make bank on their shit. Anywho… I was replaying the movie in my head and singing along to myself. The teacher unaware of the scene in my head asks a question.
I don’t know the answer I say
She says why not
I say, because some cat is playing records in my head. Which was actually what was happening in my thought and I think was going on in the movie too at some point. Those cats were singing and dancing fools.
Well after some thought about this for the teacher some cat spinning records in my head may have conjured an image of a beatnik party with people all in black and possibly doing things with questionable legality or morality but certainly with some AL -ITY to what ever was going on. And whether or not she should notify some one of this little incident.
Come to think of it I did have an awful lot of parent teacher meetings, I didn’t pay attention to them because while they were talking about me they certainly didn’t want my two cents because I would offer and they would tell me to behave and that this was grown up business. NO, it’s me business and I may have gotten glasses sooner if I wasn’t tuned out all the time and perhaps better grades, less conferencing and few ass beatings for being intellectually challenges a PC term for stupid. Report card come in what are you stupid. Let me see, yup bad grades = stupid says so right there pointing to the card. Can’t you read a report card? Yeah that ended well for my butt. Turns out they could read. You son has potential that he is not work up to.
Hmm… maybe if you noticed that I squinted at the board and wrote words in letters and not whole words might have been a clue that I needed vision correction. I didn’t put it together because I didn’t know how they eyes worked then and I did figure it out before I finished school, yes it was me who figured it out, so I tell the units I need glasses and they say are you sure. I say pretty sure.
Now it wasn’t like I was blind and had to walk up to the board to see but I did have to squint to see what was there and not in every class because sometimes I was in the front but generally I was some where in the middle and far enough away from the board to not know what was up there and if I had an eraser happy teacher it just didn’t get into my notes.
Well that took a left turn that wasn’t part of the plan, actually it took two left turns then a right and a few more lefts and Tah- dah here were are. Not our intended destination but a destination none the less. Perhaps I’ll write about the other scrap of paper later.
In other news
My new glasses make me relevant so says former co-worker in the following conversation.
Hey Don, are those new glasses?
Why yes they are new I just got them a few days ago.
I like them they make you look so relevant.
Now I really believe she meant current and with the fashion trend and not that oh thank god you have some fashion that isn’t the 1890’s dude.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Now because my brains don’t appear to work the same as other peoples brains some of these ideas are not such good ideas or they were in context of the conversation. So in an effort to rid my self of all the little bits of paper I’ve been writing them down again in one note book. See there is order and a method to the chaos. But there are still days when I sit here and what you get is what you get, I’m not even sure what is in my head half the time. Real life super hero guy asked me one time, “do you even listen to what you are saying?” I quickly replied “No”. I’ve had to develop a filter over time because the thought is in my head and out my mouth, it doesn’t always work. While it can be fun at times it can also be a tad insensitive at others. I did develop a cover for my lack of filter which I’m sure I borrowed from pop culture which is to say, “Was that out loud?” You know to suggest that my internal dialogue had slipped up but not necessarily in a Freudian manner.
Like when I was in the first grade I remember I wasn’t paying attention in class and the teacher called me out on it. Well I had just seen a movie, the Aristocats and it is all musical like because it’s Disney and that is what they like or they think kids like is musical stuff, which has seemed to be a pretty good formula for them as they make bank on their shit. Anywho… I was replaying the movie in my head and singing along to myself. The teacher unaware of the scene in my head asks a question.
I don’t know the answer I say
She says why not
I say, because some cat is playing records in my head. Which was actually what was happening in my thought and I think was going on in the movie too at some point. Those cats were singing and dancing fools.
Well after some thought about this for the teacher some cat spinning records in my head may have conjured an image of a beatnik party with people all in black and possibly doing things with questionable legality or morality but certainly with some AL -ITY to what ever was going on. And whether or not she should notify some one of this little incident.
Come to think of it I did have an awful lot of parent teacher meetings, I didn’t pay attention to them because while they were talking about me they certainly didn’t want my two cents because I would offer and they would tell me to behave and that this was grown up business. NO, it’s me business and I may have gotten glasses sooner if I wasn’t tuned out all the time and perhaps better grades, less conferencing and few ass beatings for being intellectually challenges a PC term for stupid. Report card come in what are you stupid. Let me see, yup bad grades = stupid says so right there pointing to the card. Can’t you read a report card? Yeah that ended well for my butt. Turns out they could read. You son has potential that he is not work up to.
Hmm… maybe if you noticed that I squinted at the board and wrote words in letters and not whole words might have been a clue that I needed vision correction. I didn’t put it together because I didn’t know how they eyes worked then and I did figure it out before I finished school, yes it was me who figured it out, so I tell the units I need glasses and they say are you sure. I say pretty sure.
Now it wasn’t like I was blind and had to walk up to the board to see but I did have to squint to see what was there and not in every class because sometimes I was in the front but generally I was some where in the middle and far enough away from the board to not know what was up there and if I had an eraser happy teacher it just didn’t get into my notes.
Well that took a left turn that wasn’t part of the plan, actually it took two left turns then a right and a few more lefts and Tah- dah here were are. Not our intended destination but a destination none the less. Perhaps I’ll write about the other scrap of paper later.
In other news
My new glasses make me relevant so says former co-worker in the following conversation.
Hey Don, are those new glasses?
Why yes they are new I just got them a few days ago.
I like them they make you look so relevant.
Now I really believe she meant current and with the fashion trend and not that oh thank god you have some fashion that isn’t the 1890’s dude.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Not a creature was stirring, I am not a creature
This one will be rather short as I don’t know how much time I have before the house wakes up. I’m sure I have at least an hour or more.
The dynamic duo are both teens now, one in her last months as a teen and the other a frosh. Sleep is the most important thing to a teen once they start doing it. There lies the rub, getting them to sleep, but once their down it’s hard to get them back up.
So getting up Christmas mourn is not the priority that it once was, like the girl in the hallmark commercials doodle would have been announcing the days until with great joy for all around. 8 days, 5 hours, 17 minutes
Now it is 8 hours, 24 minutes 29 seconds in and not a creature is stirring well except me and the animal farm.
We’ve enjoyed breakfast already and are working on the morning routine.
But the beta unit’s phone just blasted some dance tune download so it is proof that somewhere in the rest of the world is moving around too.
There is a pile of gifts under the tree to be opened once the teens rouse from their slumber so I’m thinking 10ish perhaps but I could be proven wrong
Doodle came over last night to eat with stunt boy and I and their grandmother (beta unit). Everyone was really polite about my less than stellar stuffed shells. Even I’ll admit that they were not grand at all but they were edible. More than edible really just not spiced enough, so they were a little lacking in the tasty area. So no taste explosion more of a taste fizzle.
Then we watched our favorite Christmas movie, Love Actually. Well I’m not sure that is stuntboys favorite because he kept playing minecraft throughout but Doodle, Beta and myself were quoting favorite sections.
Doodle and I both did the OOOO…would we call her chubby line. Followed by the Yes Sir there is a pretty sizable ass there line.
Jinx you owe me a coke.
Anyway, it is a fabulous movie and the machine needs to stop trying to copy it with every other freaking holiday out there, because they have all been fails. I’m not even going to see the New Years Eve on because I know it’s going to suck more than a noob in a shooter game
Merry Happy Whatever Days, hope everyone is enjoying themselves and is having a wonderful time.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
The dynamic duo are both teens now, one in her last months as a teen and the other a frosh. Sleep is the most important thing to a teen once they start doing it. There lies the rub, getting them to sleep, but once their down it’s hard to get them back up.
So getting up Christmas mourn is not the priority that it once was, like the girl in the hallmark commercials doodle would have been announcing the days until with great joy for all around. 8 days, 5 hours, 17 minutes
Now it is 8 hours, 24 minutes 29 seconds in and not a creature is stirring well except me and the animal farm.
We’ve enjoyed breakfast already and are working on the morning routine.
But the beta unit’s phone just blasted some dance tune download so it is proof that somewhere in the rest of the world is moving around too.
There is a pile of gifts under the tree to be opened once the teens rouse from their slumber so I’m thinking 10ish perhaps but I could be proven wrong
Doodle came over last night to eat with stunt boy and I and their grandmother (beta unit). Everyone was really polite about my less than stellar stuffed shells. Even I’ll admit that they were not grand at all but they were edible. More than edible really just not spiced enough, so they were a little lacking in the tasty area. So no taste explosion more of a taste fizzle.
Then we watched our favorite Christmas movie, Love Actually. Well I’m not sure that is stuntboys favorite because he kept playing minecraft throughout but Doodle, Beta and myself were quoting favorite sections.
Doodle and I both did the OOOO…would we call her chubby line. Followed by the Yes Sir there is a pretty sizable ass there line.
Jinx you owe me a coke.
Anyway, it is a fabulous movie and the machine needs to stop trying to copy it with every other freaking holiday out there, because they have all been fails. I’m not even going to see the New Years Eve on because I know it’s going to suck more than a noob in a shooter game
Merry Happy Whatever Days, hope everyone is enjoying themselves and is having a wonderful time.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Saturday, December 17, 2011
WOW, not J Woww but WOW and Stuff
WOW
I read this last night after I wrote the I love my job part deux, but didn’t read all of the posting.
It would appear that the site on which I first started posting my blog, diary, journal whatever you want to call it has come up with a way with a publisher to print the blog as a book.
OMG and stuff.
Wait it gets better.
Once you have it done you can make it available on paperback to buy on Amazon.
OMG twice as much as the first time with a hand flutter and possibly hopping and stuff.
Now I certainly understand that I would probably sell ten copies at the most if I did that option but ten copies is ten copies and I don’t think there would be any profit at all but I would have a book
I’ve been doing this for a while, like a long while there are over 1700 entries on the blog.
Granted one of them says I have to pee and that is all and another is I am so drunk
But in both cases they were certainly very accurate statements.
In the I have to pee entry, I had to pee so bad I think I peed for five minutes without pause.
Then in the I am so drunk on it took 15 minutes to type because I was seeing double and had to type with one hand and log into the diary and all that too.
But
Things that worry me are
One I so needed to proof read my entries because there are things in there that the way they were said are awfully bad grammar. So much so that someone may think that English was third language and not my mother tongue. I could go back and edit some but that is a lot of editing and it’s not as simple as it sounds. So that isn’t likely to happen not because I couldn’t do it, there simply isn’t the time
Two, there are things in there which are unflattering to me and to some others.
Three there are things in there which are pretty personal and while I put them out there to be seen by anyone do I want it in a book form? I know not much different but it feels different.
I’m pretty excited about this and I am considering doing it despite my concerns. It is certainly something that I can’t just plop the money down for but it isn’t terribly expensive either.
What to do, what to do?
Would you buy a copy for standard paperback prices or less because there are no other promotional and admin costs?
Would you do this if you were or are a blogger?
In other news
The plan after the plan has been launched but that has not yielded any results
There is a plan b which involves my foot and a nail fortunately I am current on my tetanus so lockjaw isn’t a problem but I’m not sure I really want to step on a nail intentionally. I have done this several times by accident and that is the oddest feeling having a nail slide out of your foot because you really don’t feel it go in so much as you are just suddenly in pain and not really able to move your foot from the spot in which it is nailed. Well bottom up but still nailed to a spot.
That sliding out feeling … shudder
Being stabbed is the same more pain same sliding feeling, yes I know because the other one stabbed me once upon a time but that is a different story.
There is a reason to have the thing published
One because I do have rather interesting stories now and then
Two, I have some prose I would want printed at least once
Three, this is a bucket list thing
Four, I don’t have a four yet.
Well I’m off to think on this some more and work too (insert frown) let me know your thoughts if you care in a comment. Thanks and stuff
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
I read this last night after I wrote the I love my job part deux, but didn’t read all of the posting.
It would appear that the site on which I first started posting my blog, diary, journal whatever you want to call it has come up with a way with a publisher to print the blog as a book.
OMG and stuff.
Wait it gets better.
Once you have it done you can make it available on paperback to buy on Amazon.
OMG twice as much as the first time with a hand flutter and possibly hopping and stuff.
Now I certainly understand that I would probably sell ten copies at the most if I did that option but ten copies is ten copies and I don’t think there would be any profit at all but I would have a book
I’ve been doing this for a while, like a long while there are over 1700 entries on the blog.
Granted one of them says I have to pee and that is all and another is I am so drunk
But in both cases they were certainly very accurate statements.
In the I have to pee entry, I had to pee so bad I think I peed for five minutes without pause.
Then in the I am so drunk on it took 15 minutes to type because I was seeing double and had to type with one hand and log into the diary and all that too.
But
Things that worry me are
One I so needed to proof read my entries because there are things in there that the way they were said are awfully bad grammar. So much so that someone may think that English was third language and not my mother tongue. I could go back and edit some but that is a lot of editing and it’s not as simple as it sounds. So that isn’t likely to happen not because I couldn’t do it, there simply isn’t the time
Two, there are things in there which are unflattering to me and to some others.
Three there are things in there which are pretty personal and while I put them out there to be seen by anyone do I want it in a book form? I know not much different but it feels different.
I’m pretty excited about this and I am considering doing it despite my concerns. It is certainly something that I can’t just plop the money down for but it isn’t terribly expensive either.
What to do, what to do?
Would you buy a copy for standard paperback prices or less because there are no other promotional and admin costs?
Would you do this if you were or are a blogger?
In other news
The plan after the plan has been launched but that has not yielded any results
There is a plan b which involves my foot and a nail fortunately I am current on my tetanus so lockjaw isn’t a problem but I’m not sure I really want to step on a nail intentionally. I have done this several times by accident and that is the oddest feeling having a nail slide out of your foot because you really don’t feel it go in so much as you are just suddenly in pain and not really able to move your foot from the spot in which it is nailed. Well bottom up but still nailed to a spot.
That sliding out feeling … shudder
Being stabbed is the same more pain same sliding feeling, yes I know because the other one stabbed me once upon a time but that is a different story.
There is a reason to have the thing published
One because I do have rather interesting stories now and then
Two, I have some prose I would want printed at least once
Three, this is a bucket list thing
Four, I don’t have a four yet.
Well I’m off to think on this some more and work too (insert frown) let me know your thoughts if you care in a comment. Thanks and stuff
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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Friday, December 16, 2011
More reasons to love my job
Every job you have will have, has its ups and its downs
The quirky little things that make it uniquely interesting
One of the things is lying, or trying to tell a version of the truth with the least incriminating facts about the teller in the story, which we talked about yesterday.
Today’s topic is that sometimes there are bugs in my job and I am not an exterminator. From the great big buggies like OMG I didn’t think that many roaches could be in one place.
To the ugh I freaking itch all over my body the second after someone informs you that a person you have been in contact with has a body mite of some sort or other.
There are several kinds out there too.
I know isn’t that neat.
And by neat I mean FML WTF they don’t pay me enough to deal with the heebee geebees that you get when ever you think about it. I’m sure its just a random itch, it is winterish the air is drier, means your skin gets drier meaning you itch more.
Then the back of you mind says MITES
SHUDDER
Hot shower and wash everything you’ve touched time.
Now I shouldn’t have been involved in this situation but a coworker says hey inviso boy help me out here
Ok because I’m helpful and stuff
Tell him what he’s won Chuck
Ok Alex, you have now been exposed to the contamination du jour. YAY! streamer and confetti time APPLAUSE
In all fairness the coworker didn’t know about the contamination and we are all not infected but still suffering from the PTSD symptoms of the event. I have scratched a raw spot on my wrist from the psychological freak outs but will be fine soon I’m sure. Well fine for me.
And compared to another person I was talking with today who shared that one day last week she was puked on, peed on and got a traffic ticket all in the same day.
Yay! I’m not sure who wins here me for not having the worst day since yesterday or her for having a trifecta of maladies.
Win or loose I really did feel bad that all that happened to her and even if they were only one a day and not all together it still would have been a close call to win or loose.
Being barfed on is no fun and that is just a fact.
Being peed on is certainly as bad and I’m not really sure which is worse. At least pee is sterile but still shudder and yuck and toss in a gross and I’m sure if its not your pee or your kids you may want to vomit. Ok being peed on is worse.
Then getting a ticket too even after you tell the ossifer that you’ve been peed on and barfed on…. but you know what, now that I think about it that probably is something they hear every weekend.
However I’m sure most of the people telling that story to the officer (spelled wrong earlier on purpose) were also the people who peed and barfed on themselves. So yeah I sort see why that wouldn’t win any points, it isn’t even remotely original.
In other news
I had to surrender my man card today. Well I didn’t have to but I did. I’m not going to talk about it right now because one I did it voluntarily and two because I had a plan which didn’t work as planned, like most plans but still I wasn’t a chicken shit and attempted the plan. So you know how about a little something for the effort.
Now in fairness to me keeping my dignity I did try to execute said plan but it failed. Also in fairness I’m certainly not in any kind of practice with this sort of thing and it was the first time I tried to execute a plan in almost 8 months so there is that too.
But I have set in motion a plan which may work in my getting my man card back from the authorities. Which they should have someone else’s man card hanging on the same push pin but I will deal with this or I won’t because even without a card I can not wallow, yeah none of that stuff before this is wallowing right? Right.
In other good news
I get to play a lot of my favorite game this weekend. No not the video games, the beat myself up emotionally then build me back up again so I can beat myself down again sort of weekend. Should be fun and I’m looking forward to it. Hooray. Not hooray
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
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The quirky little things that make it uniquely interesting
One of the things is lying, or trying to tell a version of the truth with the least incriminating facts about the teller in the story, which we talked about yesterday.
Today’s topic is that sometimes there are bugs in my job and I am not an exterminator. From the great big buggies like OMG I didn’t think that many roaches could be in one place.
To the ugh I freaking itch all over my body the second after someone informs you that a person you have been in contact with has a body mite of some sort or other.
There are several kinds out there too.
I know isn’t that neat.
And by neat I mean FML WTF they don’t pay me enough to deal with the heebee geebees that you get when ever you think about it. I’m sure its just a random itch, it is winterish the air is drier, means your skin gets drier meaning you itch more.
Then the back of you mind says MITES
SHUDDER
Hot shower and wash everything you’ve touched time.
Now I shouldn’t have been involved in this situation but a coworker says hey inviso boy help me out here
Ok because I’m helpful and stuff
Tell him what he’s won Chuck
Ok Alex, you have now been exposed to the contamination du jour. YAY! streamer and confetti time APPLAUSE
In all fairness the coworker didn’t know about the contamination and we are all not infected but still suffering from the PTSD symptoms of the event. I have scratched a raw spot on my wrist from the psychological freak outs but will be fine soon I’m sure. Well fine for me.
And compared to another person I was talking with today who shared that one day last week she was puked on, peed on and got a traffic ticket all in the same day.
Yay! I’m not sure who wins here me for not having the worst day since yesterday or her for having a trifecta of maladies.
Win or loose I really did feel bad that all that happened to her and even if they were only one a day and not all together it still would have been a close call to win or loose.
Being barfed on is no fun and that is just a fact.
Being peed on is certainly as bad and I’m not really sure which is worse. At least pee is sterile but still shudder and yuck and toss in a gross and I’m sure if its not your pee or your kids you may want to vomit. Ok being peed on is worse.
Then getting a ticket too even after you tell the ossifer that you’ve been peed on and barfed on…. but you know what, now that I think about it that probably is something they hear every weekend.
However I’m sure most of the people telling that story to the officer (spelled wrong earlier on purpose) were also the people who peed and barfed on themselves. So yeah I sort see why that wouldn’t win any points, it isn’t even remotely original.
In other news
I had to surrender my man card today. Well I didn’t have to but I did. I’m not going to talk about it right now because one I did it voluntarily and two because I had a plan which didn’t work as planned, like most plans but still I wasn’t a chicken shit and attempted the plan. So you know how about a little something for the effort.
Now in fairness to me keeping my dignity I did try to execute said plan but it failed. Also in fairness I’m certainly not in any kind of practice with this sort of thing and it was the first time I tried to execute a plan in almost 8 months so there is that too.
But I have set in motion a plan which may work in my getting my man card back from the authorities. Which they should have someone else’s man card hanging on the same push pin but I will deal with this or I won’t because even without a card I can not wallow, yeah none of that stuff before this is wallowing right? Right.
In other good news
I get to play a lot of my favorite game this weekend. No not the video games, the beat myself up emotionally then build me back up again so I can beat myself down again sort of weekend. Should be fun and I’m looking forward to it. Hooray. Not hooray
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011
I am not an acronym
Today was a day where I was engaged in playing my favorite game, which if you haven’t been following my stuff is bagging on myself. I was having a rather good round when real life super hero guy says, you really need to dial it back a bit on that or take it easy on yourself.
To which I replied, but I’m really good at that game.
He said, I know it’s concerning
Real life super hero guy is a friend that I work with who may have been given another nickname in here are some point but I think this one does fit because he is the only person I know who if given super powers would use them for good purposes.
Me, not so much. I can take a completely legit idea and turn it into a criminal enterprise idea in less than a minute. Not that we ever act on these things I’m more an idea guy or planner. Hey every successful thing needs a good plan.
Now I might do some good things but I know too that there would be some completely self serving things too.
However real life super hero guy would be that clean cut real super hero and not think twice about the powers having any other purpose except for good.
We will be talking and he will say, Wow how did the conversation end up there.
Shrug, it’s a gift, a tiny little bit of evil gift but a gift none the less.
Anyway I’m taking it under advisement and may take s few days off from the bagging on me sport.
There was a reason for the bagging but I don’t want to let it out just yet so I’m not telling you and by you I mean the people who may or may not read this stuff.
I know I re read some times and I wonder too if I can actually speak the English. Sorry, but it is part of my acronym
In other news
The current semester ended and I have a few weeks off between now and the spring semester.
In other, other news
I’m still not feeling the holiday thing yet I’m going to try really, really hard over the next few days to get that bug, which I may be catching because I was singing a variation of a holiday song, it’s the most wonderful time of the year, but I was singing it’s the most wonderful time for a beer. Which I think it may be an instant classic
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
To which I replied, but I’m really good at that game.
He said, I know it’s concerning
Real life super hero guy is a friend that I work with who may have been given another nickname in here are some point but I think this one does fit because he is the only person I know who if given super powers would use them for good purposes.
Me, not so much. I can take a completely legit idea and turn it into a criminal enterprise idea in less than a minute. Not that we ever act on these things I’m more an idea guy or planner. Hey every successful thing needs a good plan.
Now I might do some good things but I know too that there would be some completely self serving things too.
However real life super hero guy would be that clean cut real super hero and not think twice about the powers having any other purpose except for good.
We will be talking and he will say, Wow how did the conversation end up there.
Shrug, it’s a gift, a tiny little bit of evil gift but a gift none the less.
Anyway I’m taking it under advisement and may take s few days off from the bagging on me sport.
There was a reason for the bagging but I don’t want to let it out just yet so I’m not telling you and by you I mean the people who may or may not read this stuff.
I know I re read some times and I wonder too if I can actually speak the English. Sorry, but it is part of my acronym
In other news
The current semester ended and I have a few weeks off between now and the spring semester.
In other, other news
I’m still not feeling the holiday thing yet I’m going to try really, really hard over the next few days to get that bug, which I may be catching because I was singing a variation of a holiday song, it’s the most wonderful time of the year, but I was singing it’s the most wonderful time for a beer. Which I think it may be an instant classic
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Nap Attack
Ever notice that napping and sleeping are completely different
I mean apart for the whole length thing because a nap can certainly be longer than you intended it to be.
I just woke from a nap the began much like a computer popping up and saying a threat has been found on your computer an emergency power down will begin in 5 …4…3…2…1
OFF
The screen fades to black before you can stammer out wait what?
So I was feeling better when I woke up today but I suppose that my internal scans were like nope we found a nest we need to divert all energy to combat mode
The germ fighting part of me asks, What is the alert human doing?
The brains responds, Nothing critical.
The germ fighting part says, Good, shut him off
The brain says that may take a bit
The germ fighting parts says, Shut him off now and stares at the brain
Then the brain says Ok, never breaks eye contact with the germ fighting part and reaches back and hits the emergency shut off. Whirrrrrrrrr blip power gone.
This was the kind of nap when you wake up, it feels like you have to pull your head back out of some hole in sleep land
Apart from being sick naps are different that sleep.
Naps you can fall out in a three piece suit with a tie, try to sleep like that, not happening unless you are Barney Stinson. Sleep requires a delicate balance of clothing based on the temperature, bed clothing, atmospheric pressure and the tilt of the earth.
During naps you can sleep face down on concrete, try to intentionally sleep there, you’ll walk around in a circle more times than a dog trying to mash down grass that doesn’t exist in your living room trying to make that seem a bit softer before committing to a lay down.
Naps really require no preparation at all, while getting ready to go to sleep is full of ritual and prepping and primping it’s like you are getting ready to give it up the first time. We all know that didn’t go as planned. And if it did good for you, nice work I mean that really most sincerely that takes effort to resist urges…ok wait off topic
Naps don’t require you to empty your brain of your troubles. You can have a million things on your mind and still be able to get your nap on. Have one little thing bothering you come time to sleep. I’ll be in to ask about the shadows, lines, cracks, holes in the ceiling later.
So times naps even turn in to sleep. You know that ones where you fell into a nap than wake up look at the clock and realize that is now past your regular time to go to sleep but too early to get up and call it an early start to the day. You have to avoid making the statement I’ll just go to sleep because you’ll lay there awake for an hour or more before drifting back off, but if you just say I’ll just nap a while longer then get up you’ll be back out faster than you can do math when you decide to hit the snooze button in the morning.
Mostly you don’t have that pressing need to pee after a nap like you do after you’ve been down for a sleep.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it is your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it is not your birthday
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
I mean apart for the whole length thing because a nap can certainly be longer than you intended it to be.
I just woke from a nap the began much like a computer popping up and saying a threat has been found on your computer an emergency power down will begin in 5 …4…3…2…1
OFF
The screen fades to black before you can stammer out wait what?
So I was feeling better when I woke up today but I suppose that my internal scans were like nope we found a nest we need to divert all energy to combat mode
The germ fighting part of me asks, What is the alert human doing?
The brains responds, Nothing critical.
The germ fighting part says, Good, shut him off
The brain says that may take a bit
The germ fighting parts says, Shut him off now and stares at the brain
Then the brain says Ok, never breaks eye contact with the germ fighting part and reaches back and hits the emergency shut off. Whirrrrrrrrr blip power gone.
This was the kind of nap when you wake up, it feels like you have to pull your head back out of some hole in sleep land
Apart from being sick naps are different that sleep.
Naps you can fall out in a three piece suit with a tie, try to sleep like that, not happening unless you are Barney Stinson. Sleep requires a delicate balance of clothing based on the temperature, bed clothing, atmospheric pressure and the tilt of the earth.
During naps you can sleep face down on concrete, try to intentionally sleep there, you’ll walk around in a circle more times than a dog trying to mash down grass that doesn’t exist in your living room trying to make that seem a bit softer before committing to a lay down.
Naps really require no preparation at all, while getting ready to go to sleep is full of ritual and prepping and primping it’s like you are getting ready to give it up the first time. We all know that didn’t go as planned. And if it did good for you, nice work I mean that really most sincerely that takes effort to resist urges…ok wait off topic
Naps don’t require you to empty your brain of your troubles. You can have a million things on your mind and still be able to get your nap on. Have one little thing bothering you come time to sleep. I’ll be in to ask about the shadows, lines, cracks, holes in the ceiling later.
So times naps even turn in to sleep. You know that ones where you fell into a nap than wake up look at the clock and realize that is now past your regular time to go to sleep but too early to get up and call it an early start to the day. You have to avoid making the statement I’ll just go to sleep because you’ll lay there awake for an hour or more before drifting back off, but if you just say I’ll just nap a while longer then get up you’ll be back out faster than you can do math when you decide to hit the snooze button in the morning.
Mostly you don’t have that pressing need to pee after a nap like you do after you’ve been down for a sleep.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it is your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it is not your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
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Ciao,
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Friday, November 25, 2011
I think you are standing on my chest...
So I survived Thanksgiving but I may be referred to as Typhoid Man from now on. It appears that my body decided that because I have the next few days off it was the perfect time to let off the biohazard bomb in my body. By 4:30 in the afternoon I’m sure the grim reaper will be coming to see me soon and I spent the better part of the next 16 hours sleeping or rather trying to sleep. I’ve been coughing so much my kidneys hurt. Yay. (chagrin)
In other super happy fun time news
When you order fries to go from the fast food places there are two kinds of fries
The first kind are the fries in the packet, container, bin, bucket, or what ever thing they serve the fries to you in. Those fries are really good.
The other kind of fries, are the bonus fries. The bonus fries are those that end up on the bottom of the food bag that have escaped the container. You only get bonus fries when you get take out. The fries that fall onto the try in store are just spillage fries and it’s not the same.
The bonus fries are the same really as the other fries but they some how they taste just a little bit better than the regular fries. Because you don’t know that you have them until all of the regular fries are gone and then …
Bonus fries. That is the joy at the bottom of the bag
Well today stunt boy and I are coming back from the other one’s house and he got hungry. So we stopped, ordered and got back on our way. So we share the regular fries and then he eats his dead animal sandwich and then bonus fries.
Except that this time it was Bonus Fry
Stunt boy ate the only Bonus Fry, he didn’t even offer me half he just ate it
It was a very sad thing and the thing is I really want fries now because I didn’t get any bonus fries
In other news… I’m going to try not to die. Anyone have a bio hazard sign?
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
In other super happy fun time news
When you order fries to go from the fast food places there are two kinds of fries
The first kind are the fries in the packet, container, bin, bucket, or what ever thing they serve the fries to you in. Those fries are really good.
The other kind of fries, are the bonus fries. The bonus fries are those that end up on the bottom of the food bag that have escaped the container. You only get bonus fries when you get take out. The fries that fall onto the try in store are just spillage fries and it’s not the same.
The bonus fries are the same really as the other fries but they some how they taste just a little bit better than the regular fries. Because you don’t know that you have them until all of the regular fries are gone and then …
Bonus fries. That is the joy at the bottom of the bag
Well today stunt boy and I are coming back from the other one’s house and he got hungry. So we stopped, ordered and got back on our way. So we share the regular fries and then he eats his dead animal sandwich and then bonus fries.
Except that this time it was Bonus Fry
Stunt boy ate the only Bonus Fry, he didn’t even offer me half he just ate it
It was a very sad thing and the thing is I really want fries now because I didn’t get any bonus fries
In other news… I’m going to try not to die. Anyone have a bio hazard sign?
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Being Thankful ... mostly
Not to be all trendy but being that the holiday of giving thanks. I will take a break from my normal self deprecating rant and say some of things that I am thankful for in my life.
My kids doodle and stuntboy. I am thankful that they are healthy and happy and have made very good choices in their lives. They are intelligent and witty and being their dad is probably the best thing I’ve done with my life. I would like to see doodle a bit more often but I understand getting out there and doing your own thing.
I am thankful for the rest of my family but I’m not going to get into the particulars but we did get to see many of them recently on the trip out to LA.
I am thankful that in this economy that I have a job despite it’s ups and downs but don’t they all have those.
I won’t go on mainly because it isn’t really thankful to start flaunting all the stuff you are thankful for then it seems to be a bit snobby.
In other news
I really like the 2 broke girls show and wonder sometimes how they get some of that stuff on the TV. But I still laugh my ass off
In other, other news
Isn’t it time that we dial it back on the uber sarcastic stuff all the time. I mean serious 24/7/365 sarcastic remarks everywhere you go, enough … too much of a good thing is too much.
I think two decade of constant smacking remarks has really pushed us way past the full ration. Who knows maybe I’m wrong but perhaps maybe only every 4th remark would be nice. I don’t know
Well I’m off I promise this will get more interesting soon or it won’t but you can look forward to me beating myself up some more and that’s always fun.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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My kids doodle and stuntboy. I am thankful that they are healthy and happy and have made very good choices in their lives. They are intelligent and witty and being their dad is probably the best thing I’ve done with my life. I would like to see doodle a bit more often but I understand getting out there and doing your own thing.
I am thankful for the rest of my family but I’m not going to get into the particulars but we did get to see many of them recently on the trip out to LA.
I am thankful that in this economy that I have a job despite it’s ups and downs but don’t they all have those.
I won’t go on mainly because it isn’t really thankful to start flaunting all the stuff you are thankful for then it seems to be a bit snobby.
In other news
I really like the 2 broke girls show and wonder sometimes how they get some of that stuff on the TV. But I still laugh my ass off
In other, other news
Isn’t it time that we dial it back on the uber sarcastic stuff all the time. I mean serious 24/7/365 sarcastic remarks everywhere you go, enough … too much of a good thing is too much.
I think two decade of constant smacking remarks has really pushed us way past the full ration. Who knows maybe I’m wrong but perhaps maybe only every 4th remark would be nice. I don’t know
Well I’m off I promise this will get more interesting soon or it won’t but you can look forward to me beating myself up some more and that’s always fun.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Friday, November 18, 2011
Way out west
Recently the dynamic duo and I went to Los Angeles for our cousin’s bat mitzvah. This was a good trip which started out a bit horrific… ok problematic I’ll try to be less dramatic.
Anyway we arrive at the departure airport to check in an hour before departure time. This is a domestic flight not an international and it is out of a domestic only airport with 6 gates of which only two are ever used at any single time. Anyway
We are told you won’t be leaving on that flight we over sold it and there was a cancelled flight from yesterday so those seats were given to those passengers. WTF?
No kidding these are the words out of the persons mouth. Again, WTF? There are tons of problems with this customer service persons statement alone. Then he adds after we complaint legitimately and respectfully, Well if you don’t like it you can always go to another airport.
The hell you say, Not wanting to get arrested I said thank your for that sir your sarcasm isn’t appreciated
To which he replies Neither is yours
He really did say those words after his company made the error of over selling a flight and bumping passengers well in advance of departure. I’m sorry you cancelled a flight the day before. You compensate those people fairly but you don’t phuck more over in the process.
Then to be done with the discussion he just walks off into the back without saying anything behind those airport doors that you can’t follow him through
Anyway he comes back out well after there is nothing to do about getting on the plane that we were supposed to be on
Long story short we make it to LA on different flights Doodle on one and stunt boy and I on another. Arriving several hours apart from one another which makes it all the more fun for those on the other end meeting us no instead of going to LAX once that day they get to go twice.
If you’ve been to LA you know the horror that is in and out of LAX if you don’t know LAX then there really aren’t words for it except that imagine every car and van and taxi you have ever seen in your life all in the same place all trying to get to the same loading/ unloading zone at the same time. And that is just the outside of LAX
So we make it to the Hotel
Yay. So what was to be a day of hanging out in LA was a day hanging out in airports.
Next day is a bit of touristy stuff. Stunt boy went with the other one and his family to the Santa Monica Pier and I stayed behind to help move stuff to the temple for the Bat Mitzvah after celebration. Which was fun I jumped of the pier the last time I was in LA no need to the return to the scene of the crime.
Then we had dinner at our cousin’s home
Then the next day was the Bat Mitzvah which was very cool and I enjoyed being there.
Now my cousin is in the business of entertainment business in LA. He has been in several TV shows and a couple of movies. Nothing huge but still better than most and his wife is also in the business behind the cameras.
There were several people who are in bigger things who were at the Bat Mitzvah and are friend of my cousin and his family.
I didn’t point and tried not to be obvious that I knew people and took a few photos with my phone.
The guy in the playstation commercials was there and he spoke with me, So how do you know (my cousin’s name)
I say oh he is my cousin
He says oh ok have a good time and then he mingled around some more.
I was all calm on the out side but on the inside I was like OMG you are the guy from the PS3 commercials and stuff.
Then there were other people there too. I was able to maintain and not offend anyone and I didn’t even ask for any autographs. I learned my lesson from when the other one and I met Ryan Reynolds and loudly blurted out “you are that product testing guy” about his character Berg on Two Guys and a Girl.
The celebration went well, singing and dancing and merriment.
The next day was brunch at the cousins and then we went to Venice Beach for the day to do the touristy thing
Then later I, stuntboy, my cousin’s daughter and my cousin who is in the navy went to Burbank to pick up food and to cone at a McDonalds
Then it was more family hanging out and catching up and talking about stuff.
The next day it was back to Virginia all in all it was a good trip and everyone had a good time. Without too much family drama, you can’t have a family gathering without some drama though but I’m not getting into this one.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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Anyway we arrive at the departure airport to check in an hour before departure time. This is a domestic flight not an international and it is out of a domestic only airport with 6 gates of which only two are ever used at any single time. Anyway
We are told you won’t be leaving on that flight we over sold it and there was a cancelled flight from yesterday so those seats were given to those passengers. WTF?
No kidding these are the words out of the persons mouth. Again, WTF? There are tons of problems with this customer service persons statement alone. Then he adds after we complaint legitimately and respectfully, Well if you don’t like it you can always go to another airport.
The hell you say, Not wanting to get arrested I said thank your for that sir your sarcasm isn’t appreciated
To which he replies Neither is yours
He really did say those words after his company made the error of over selling a flight and bumping passengers well in advance of departure. I’m sorry you cancelled a flight the day before. You compensate those people fairly but you don’t phuck more over in the process.
Then to be done with the discussion he just walks off into the back without saying anything behind those airport doors that you can’t follow him through
Anyway he comes back out well after there is nothing to do about getting on the plane that we were supposed to be on
Long story short we make it to LA on different flights Doodle on one and stunt boy and I on another. Arriving several hours apart from one another which makes it all the more fun for those on the other end meeting us no instead of going to LAX once that day they get to go twice.
If you’ve been to LA you know the horror that is in and out of LAX if you don’t know LAX then there really aren’t words for it except that imagine every car and van and taxi you have ever seen in your life all in the same place all trying to get to the same loading/ unloading zone at the same time. And that is just the outside of LAX
So we make it to the Hotel
Yay. So what was to be a day of hanging out in LA was a day hanging out in airports.
Next day is a bit of touristy stuff. Stunt boy went with the other one and his family to the Santa Monica Pier and I stayed behind to help move stuff to the temple for the Bat Mitzvah after celebration. Which was fun I jumped of the pier the last time I was in LA no need to the return to the scene of the crime.
Then we had dinner at our cousin’s home
Then the next day was the Bat Mitzvah which was very cool and I enjoyed being there.
Now my cousin is in the business of entertainment business in LA. He has been in several TV shows and a couple of movies. Nothing huge but still better than most and his wife is also in the business behind the cameras.
There were several people who are in bigger things who were at the Bat Mitzvah and are friend of my cousin and his family.
I didn’t point and tried not to be obvious that I knew people and took a few photos with my phone.
The guy in the playstation commercials was there and he spoke with me, So how do you know (my cousin’s name)
I say oh he is my cousin
He says oh ok have a good time and then he mingled around some more.
I was all calm on the out side but on the inside I was like OMG you are the guy from the PS3 commercials and stuff.
Then there were other people there too. I was able to maintain and not offend anyone and I didn’t even ask for any autographs. I learned my lesson from when the other one and I met Ryan Reynolds and loudly blurted out “you are that product testing guy” about his character Berg on Two Guys and a Girl.
The celebration went well, singing and dancing and merriment.
The next day was brunch at the cousins and then we went to Venice Beach for the day to do the touristy thing
Then later I, stuntboy, my cousin’s daughter and my cousin who is in the navy went to Burbank to pick up food and to cone at a McDonalds
Then it was more family hanging out and catching up and talking about stuff.
The next day it was back to Virginia all in all it was a good trip and everyone had a good time. Without too much family drama, you can’t have a family gathering without some drama though but I’m not getting into this one.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Thursday, November 17, 2011
I may have missed a memo or two
I know I’m a bit off center
Some would and others do say more than a bit off center. Regardless of how much I’m off kilter I don’t really see it as being all that much most of the time.
That is until I start talking and the person I’m speaking with will tilt there head to the side and look at me with a blank stare. In those moments I resist the urge to look behind me because I’m sure there is a monster back there. However usually it is just me that has them befuddled. Perhaps I have stared to long into the abyss and now it stares back.
Without an example it may be hard to understand, so here is one, part of the job I have involves going to autopsies. We really don’t have to go all that often especially when compared to the people who actually do them but considerably more than a regular person. They don’t bother me and I don’t mind relating the experience and that’s when people start looking at me like ah… you aren’t right.
The macabre doesn’t bother me, the slightly off center is attractive and some of the more traditional ideals and values are really just a bunch of words that people cling to, to make life somewhat more bearable. Probably not making a lot of friends there but life is life and most of the complications we face we create. My complications included. Unless they are related to driving and then it is all the dumbass drivers in front of me… dear lord… people the rules of driving are fairly simple … you don’t freaking stop while trying to get on to a freeway…well unless you are from Roanoke.
In other happy news
The Co-op has fresh pumpkin pie and you know how I know because I got a slice and I eated it already and it was yummy.
Do I need pie
NOPE
Do I like Pie
YUP
‘specially pumpkin pie.
I like other pie too but really pumpkin pie is probably my all time favorite pie … well…there might be one other kind of pie…. Nope …pumpkin is still probably number one
In other, other news.
Today was my randomly selected happy day, but it wasn’t particularly happy. I guess because I’m the one picking it. Some one else probably has to pick the randomly selected happy day for it to be a happy day for that person. I’ll have to give it some thought …well more than I just have. Unless someone wants to volunteer to pick two days a month one between 1 to 30 and then one between one and four.
The happy day is between 1 and 30 and then one to four is which weekend would be the happy weekend.
Just randomly see if it works out … like a self fulfilling prophecy plan to be happy and you will be… you know until someone comes along and takes a big ol’ whiz in your face and tells you that it is raining. It isn’t raining and you can’t will that into happiness.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Some would and others do say more than a bit off center. Regardless of how much I’m off kilter I don’t really see it as being all that much most of the time.
That is until I start talking and the person I’m speaking with will tilt there head to the side and look at me with a blank stare. In those moments I resist the urge to look behind me because I’m sure there is a monster back there. However usually it is just me that has them befuddled. Perhaps I have stared to long into the abyss and now it stares back.
Without an example it may be hard to understand, so here is one, part of the job I have involves going to autopsies. We really don’t have to go all that often especially when compared to the people who actually do them but considerably more than a regular person. They don’t bother me and I don’t mind relating the experience and that’s when people start looking at me like ah… you aren’t right.
The macabre doesn’t bother me, the slightly off center is attractive and some of the more traditional ideals and values are really just a bunch of words that people cling to, to make life somewhat more bearable. Probably not making a lot of friends there but life is life and most of the complications we face we create. My complications included. Unless they are related to driving and then it is all the dumbass drivers in front of me… dear lord… people the rules of driving are fairly simple … you don’t freaking stop while trying to get on to a freeway…well unless you are from Roanoke.
In other happy news
The Co-op has fresh pumpkin pie and you know how I know because I got a slice and I eated it already and it was yummy.
Do I need pie
NOPE
Do I like Pie
YUP
‘specially pumpkin pie.
I like other pie too but really pumpkin pie is probably my all time favorite pie … well…there might be one other kind of pie…. Nope …pumpkin is still probably number one
In other, other news.
Today was my randomly selected happy day, but it wasn’t particularly happy. I guess because I’m the one picking it. Some one else probably has to pick the randomly selected happy day for it to be a happy day for that person. I’ll have to give it some thought …well more than I just have. Unless someone wants to volunteer to pick two days a month one between 1 to 30 and then one between one and four.
The happy day is between 1 and 30 and then one to four is which weekend would be the happy weekend.
Just randomly see if it works out … like a self fulfilling prophecy plan to be happy and you will be… you know until someone comes along and takes a big ol’ whiz in your face and tells you that it is raining. It isn’t raining and you can’t will that into happiness.
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
want to play a game ...
So you may have noticed that I stopped writing my notes a while back. Some of you probably said thank god and others did say oh whoa wait where did they go. I am creative enough to come up with some elaborate and plausible reasons as to why I quit writing but it wouldn’t be the truth.
The reason is complicated and not at the same time and while it is not really all that complicated putting into generic enough terms as not to require an in depth explanation isn’t really all that interesting. Well I’m sure it could be but I don’t want to put that much effort into it and there is always the chance that I could offend someone but there isn’t any one to offend but you never know, because once out of the box it is out of the box and takes on a life of its own.
So I’ve been doing a lot of things some exciting and some not so much. However one of my favorite activities as of late is that I look on the dating website and find people I think I would like to go out with and then I play the lets find all the reasons why this person will not go out with me.
It is a pretty good game and I’m pretty good at it too. I can usually come up with a good 5 reasons within a few minutes.
Now you may be thinking, why do that? Well I’m not sure really what the deep rooted reasons are for the enjoyment of this particular activity. Well I do really have some idea but it is rather long and involved.
So I play that game a bit and then I watch some of my favorite you tubers and or play a bit of one of the current favorite video games. Usually this involves killing random AI or other players. It’s a lot of fun.
In other news
If you had not noticed the new Twilight movie comes out Friday, I will not see it then or probably for a week after the release.
In other, other news
The first official trailer for the Hunger Games was released this week. Which looks good hopefully it will be, still can’t get behind Lenny K as Cinna but I’m not a casting director so my opinion doesn’t really count in that sort of stuff, well unless he really screws the pooch with the role and then I can say you know I said he wasn’t right for the part and feel all superior. But then I’ll go back to the dating web sites and balance it all out so it is all good.
Well that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
The reason is complicated and not at the same time and while it is not really all that complicated putting into generic enough terms as not to require an in depth explanation isn’t really all that interesting. Well I’m sure it could be but I don’t want to put that much effort into it and there is always the chance that I could offend someone but there isn’t any one to offend but you never know, because once out of the box it is out of the box and takes on a life of its own.
So I’ve been doing a lot of things some exciting and some not so much. However one of my favorite activities as of late is that I look on the dating website and find people I think I would like to go out with and then I play the lets find all the reasons why this person will not go out with me.
It is a pretty good game and I’m pretty good at it too. I can usually come up with a good 5 reasons within a few minutes.
Now you may be thinking, why do that? Well I’m not sure really what the deep rooted reasons are for the enjoyment of this particular activity. Well I do really have some idea but it is rather long and involved.
So I play that game a bit and then I watch some of my favorite you tubers and or play a bit of one of the current favorite video games. Usually this involves killing random AI or other players. It’s a lot of fun.
In other news
If you had not noticed the new Twilight movie comes out Friday, I will not see it then or probably for a week after the release.
In other, other news
The first official trailer for the Hunger Games was released this week. Which looks good hopefully it will be, still can’t get behind Lenny K as Cinna but I’m not a casting director so my opinion doesn’t really count in that sort of stuff, well unless he really screws the pooch with the role and then I can say you know I said he wasn’t right for the part and feel all superior. But then I’ll go back to the dating web sites and balance it all out so it is all good.
Well that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Monday, May 2, 2011
I probably should have edited this but I didn't
There are certainly bigger things going on in the world than what I’m about write about … well yeah pretty much anything I ever write about. However I will not be deterred from my keyboard but what I want to talk about is not writing with a keyboard but with a pen or a pencil or other writing tool.
The only things that arrive in my mail box are bills and things I buy which are usually followed by bills or at least me writing the cost of said things into my balance sheet of the checkbook.
Once upon a time I used to get mail in there, well sometimes I would get mail, occasionally …I would … I have the letters if you want to read them… well some of them … you can see the post cards.
The thing is we don’t communicate the same any longer. Letters were and are if you get them a window to a time gone by, a day in the life of another person. They are the conversations over a span of time. There is a connection to the person in the letters.
It starts with the writing you are putting a piece of yourself there on the page. You hold the page and then you write your thoughts out and ask questions, describe events and express emotion.
Then you send that letter out into the world and wait for a reply. That is part of the process. Yes emails work the same and text messages as well, but there is a disconnection in the modern process. You are not really connecting to the other person you aren’t holding anything from theirs give to you just electronic blips. You have your computer, your cell phone, your other device and nothing of the other person.
The waiting too is part of the process. The anticipation and looking in the mail box for a letter.
Then one day it, the reply, arrives as a letter, a card or other piece of mail sent from one person to another.
Holding in your hand something they held and thought of you. Inside the envelopes are all of humanities capacity for emotion. Love, sadness, joy, happiness, anger, regret, woe, mourning, desire, longing, hope and all the others.
There is the connection to that person there and then and when ever you need to have that feeling.
I have letters from many people, some who are long dead and gone from my life but I can pick up those letters and I hold something of them again. Something they touched and sent to me. They thought of me when they put words to the page. Some letters are from my father, from my aunt, grandparents. Friends from other places, and other times in my life most are happy letters, some are erotic letters, some are letters of new beginnings, some are announcements of events and many other things in the lives or those I’ve known in my life.
We still connect and reconnect in this electronic age but we can disconnect all too easily and delete the existence of friends from out lives with the click of a button. It’s all gone then there is nothing to hold in your hand, no faint scent of perfume that once adorned the page, a doodle in the margin, the stains of tears or a coffee cup sat on the page, a smudge a crossed out word that you can just make out what the person was going to say and changed it to something else.
A letter lets another person into our lives. You can keep them or toss them out but in a moment you have something from them. Letters can help you span time. When my daughter turned 18 I gave her a letter that I wrote to her when she was 6 months old. She needed me for so much when I wrote that letter, the day she read it she didn’t. She got to know a dad that she didn’t remember who was happy and scared and looking toward a future day when a baby who couldn’t read the words when they were written would one day be able to read those words and connect and in another 5 years my son will read the letter I wrote to him. You can’t bridge those years with an email or a text message. You can’t make that connection.
In other news
I still smile a good bit
Litter box thought… dang it.
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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Listening to: TV
Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
The only things that arrive in my mail box are bills and things I buy which are usually followed by bills or at least me writing the cost of said things into my balance sheet of the checkbook.
Once upon a time I used to get mail in there, well sometimes I would get mail, occasionally …I would … I have the letters if you want to read them… well some of them … you can see the post cards.
The thing is we don’t communicate the same any longer. Letters were and are if you get them a window to a time gone by, a day in the life of another person. They are the conversations over a span of time. There is a connection to the person in the letters.
It starts with the writing you are putting a piece of yourself there on the page. You hold the page and then you write your thoughts out and ask questions, describe events and express emotion.
Then you send that letter out into the world and wait for a reply. That is part of the process. Yes emails work the same and text messages as well, but there is a disconnection in the modern process. You are not really connecting to the other person you aren’t holding anything from theirs give to you just electronic blips. You have your computer, your cell phone, your other device and nothing of the other person.
The waiting too is part of the process. The anticipation and looking in the mail box for a letter.
Then one day it, the reply, arrives as a letter, a card or other piece of mail sent from one person to another.
Holding in your hand something they held and thought of you. Inside the envelopes are all of humanities capacity for emotion. Love, sadness, joy, happiness, anger, regret, woe, mourning, desire, longing, hope and all the others.
There is the connection to that person there and then and when ever you need to have that feeling.
I have letters from many people, some who are long dead and gone from my life but I can pick up those letters and I hold something of them again. Something they touched and sent to me. They thought of me when they put words to the page. Some letters are from my father, from my aunt, grandparents. Friends from other places, and other times in my life most are happy letters, some are erotic letters, some are letters of new beginnings, some are announcements of events and many other things in the lives or those I’ve known in my life.
We still connect and reconnect in this electronic age but we can disconnect all too easily and delete the existence of friends from out lives with the click of a button. It’s all gone then there is nothing to hold in your hand, no faint scent of perfume that once adorned the page, a doodle in the margin, the stains of tears or a coffee cup sat on the page, a smudge a crossed out word that you can just make out what the person was going to say and changed it to something else.
A letter lets another person into our lives. You can keep them or toss them out but in a moment you have something from them. Letters can help you span time. When my daughter turned 18 I gave her a letter that I wrote to her when she was 6 months old. She needed me for so much when I wrote that letter, the day she read it she didn’t. She got to know a dad that she didn’t remember who was happy and scared and looking toward a future day when a baby who couldn’t read the words when they were written would one day be able to read those words and connect and in another 5 years my son will read the letter I wrote to him. You can’t bridge those years with an email or a text message. You can’t make that connection.
In other news
I still smile a good bit
Litter box thought… dang it.
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
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Ciao,
Listening to: TV
Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Thursday, April 28, 2011
One page isn't a life just a moment in time
I spent some time the last few days reading, some of my old journals. I came across one of the entries which I had forgotten about. Well I don’t really remember everything I write. This one was about an apartment I had in college. We had gone up into the attic and found a book of old magazines which were largely in very poor condition but were from 1910 to 1919. There was nothing really terribly interesting in the magazines or at least I didn’t think there was I gave them away. However the was part of a journal in there. The journal was written by a young, women, and was from the same period as the magazines. The woman writing was worried about her brother who was over seas fighting in the War. She just referred to this as the war, which would have been World War I. Sitting there in an apartment which was probably this woman’s home where did she sit when she wrote these words, which window did she look out toward her brother and the European war. I wrote my thoughts about this person’s thoughts. I wondered then as I do now how many other journals, have similar expressions of worry and fear written on pages and never uttered aloud , always wearing the brave face for the crowds never showing fret or weakness or worry. Even today how many sisters, brothers, mothers and fathers write about family far from them in possible harms way. Words on a page the only anchor to keep them on course, keeping them from falling to their knees, or to just be the one place that fear can live and not consume you.
Many of the entries I have written and do write there were or are my thoughts in the moment and the processing of problems. Any single page out of context has a completely different meaning then the whole of several pages or even the reality of the life that is undocumented going on out side the confine of the pages of a journal. Mainly its’ not profound, nor awe inspiring or even very deep, it is just my little every day worries, celebrations, hopes, fear, success and missteps on a path to happiness and contentment.
That’s the rub though isn’t it, is the getting to that place and the bigger magic I suppose is knowing that when you are on your way is to smile because you are already there. Even if you fall, miss or even fail, there may be something gained that has made it all worth it.
In other news
Stunt boy is camping with some friends… I was not invited because the friend is the child of a friend of CPG.
Litter box thought …I need a storm door.
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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Listening to: Tegan and Sara
Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Many of the entries I have written and do write there were or are my thoughts in the moment and the processing of problems. Any single page out of context has a completely different meaning then the whole of several pages or even the reality of the life that is undocumented going on out side the confine of the pages of a journal. Mainly its’ not profound, nor awe inspiring or even very deep, it is just my little every day worries, celebrations, hopes, fear, success and missteps on a path to happiness and contentment.
That’s the rub though isn’t it, is the getting to that place and the bigger magic I suppose is knowing that when you are on your way is to smile because you are already there. Even if you fall, miss or even fail, there may be something gained that has made it all worth it.
In other news
Stunt boy is camping with some friends… I was not invited because the friend is the child of a friend of CPG.
Litter box thought …I need a storm door.
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
Listening to: Tegan and Sara
Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Squirrels Gone Wild
I’ve been reading more lately than I have been. Not just blogs, but actual books and junk, but still not as much as I probably should or at the very least the amount I think I should be reading. They (yes, the ever present and omni purposed THEY) say you should read more than you write.
Does that mean if you have to write a bunch of stuff for work, you then have to read more than that too?
Or should you just read more than you write to be read by others. But what if the stuff you write for work is supposed to be read by others too. Does that amount then figure into the amount you should be reading before you start writing or do you write and then catch up on the reading? Or… oh I don’t know I just want to be reading more and I’m not but I’m trying.
Completely unrelated how do piece of crap movies, like Vampires Suck, continue to get made but the James Bond franchise might be dying because they can‘t afford to make a movie? Yeah, I know, I would rather see a good Bond movie over 10 bad movies any day. Yes I actually did see Vampires Suck, so I can say it was a bad movie. However, the scene when the Team Edward Twi-hard girl getting beat in the head with a shovel by the Team Jacob chick was too funny, but we all know Team Edward is the team to be on.
Why? Really do you need to ask? Well if you do the plain and simple truth is … ‘cause werewolves suck that’s why. Yeah that’s right … I’m team Edward … wha’cha’gonna do ‘bout it… well not really I’m more team Alice but the movies aren’t about her but they would have been damn sight better if they had been and I’ll tell ya’ all a’nutter ting… ah..hem…cough, cough… sorry. It’s all only fiction and I’m better now. Well better for me.
In other news.
I’ve found a new writer that I like and today read what I think was a pretty amazing poem dealing with finding yourself once you’ve lost yourself in the world of others.
I also spent some time and read some of the older stuff I have posted and I shrink down in shame away from the glare of the computer screen and think man you really need to take the time to reread this stuff.
The voice in my head says you don’t really need an editor, it so much more that you just need to take your time and look at what you’re writing. Read it again before you put it out there. Simply, I don’t give myself enough time to do this stuff. I get a lot of enjoyment, calming, centering and release when I write and it gives me pause when I need it.
I would say 90 percent of what I write ends up in the cyber trashcan and never sees the publish button. Yeah the other 10 percent should probably end up there too but I like to do this so suffer. I’m trying to be better there.
Stunt boy said today, “why don’t you just write a book.” I said, I’m working on it.
In other news
Doodle came by today and we, she and Stunt boy and I watched a movie with no nick name kid. No nick name kid is one of stunt boys friends I haven’t given him a nick name yet. He‘ll get one everyone gets one that ends up in here at some point.
We talked about the WTF Wednesday issues, and for anyone interested Doodle does still talk to the boy some times (it’s a cyber world after all) and remembered the song he wrote for her and even sang a bit of it. It was really, every bit as cool to hear it again as I remembered it being. She says she even has a copy of the song somewhere. Maybe it will get up on the internet someday if either of us somehow learn enough about computers to make that happen. She will before I do.
Litter box thought of the day… I didn’t have to clean it Stunt boy did it. YAY! I’ll have to do it tomorrow though most likely.
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
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Does that mean if you have to write a bunch of stuff for work, you then have to read more than that too?
Or should you just read more than you write to be read by others. But what if the stuff you write for work is supposed to be read by others too. Does that amount then figure into the amount you should be reading before you start writing or do you write and then catch up on the reading? Or… oh I don’t know I just want to be reading more and I’m not but I’m trying.
Completely unrelated how do piece of crap movies, like Vampires Suck, continue to get made but the James Bond franchise might be dying because they can‘t afford to make a movie? Yeah, I know, I would rather see a good Bond movie over 10 bad movies any day. Yes I actually did see Vampires Suck, so I can say it was a bad movie. However, the scene when the Team Edward Twi-hard girl getting beat in the head with a shovel by the Team Jacob chick was too funny, but we all know Team Edward is the team to be on.
Why? Really do you need to ask? Well if you do the plain and simple truth is … ‘cause werewolves suck that’s why. Yeah that’s right … I’m team Edward … wha’cha’gonna do ‘bout it… well not really I’m more team Alice but the movies aren’t about her but they would have been damn sight better if they had been and I’ll tell ya’ all a’nutter ting… ah..hem…cough, cough… sorry. It’s all only fiction and I’m better now. Well better for me.
In other news.
I’ve found a new writer that I like and today read what I think was a pretty amazing poem dealing with finding yourself once you’ve lost yourself in the world of others.
I also spent some time and read some of the older stuff I have posted and I shrink down in shame away from the glare of the computer screen and think man you really need to take the time to reread this stuff.
The voice in my head says you don’t really need an editor, it so much more that you just need to take your time and look at what you’re writing. Read it again before you put it out there. Simply, I don’t give myself enough time to do this stuff. I get a lot of enjoyment, calming, centering and release when I write and it gives me pause when I need it.
I would say 90 percent of what I write ends up in the cyber trashcan and never sees the publish button. Yeah the other 10 percent should probably end up there too but I like to do this so suffer. I’m trying to be better there.
Stunt boy said today, “why don’t you just write a book.” I said, I’m working on it.
In other news
Doodle came by today and we, she and Stunt boy and I watched a movie with no nick name kid. No nick name kid is one of stunt boys friends I haven’t given him a nick name yet. He‘ll get one everyone gets one that ends up in here at some point.
We talked about the WTF Wednesday issues, and for anyone interested Doodle does still talk to the boy some times (it’s a cyber world after all) and remembered the song he wrote for her and even sang a bit of it. It was really, every bit as cool to hear it again as I remembered it being. She says she even has a copy of the song somewhere. Maybe it will get up on the internet someday if either of us somehow learn enough about computers to make that happen. She will before I do.
Litter box thought of the day… I didn’t have to clean it Stunt boy did it. YAY! I’ll have to do it tomorrow though most likely.
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
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Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Thursday, January 27, 2011
It's really about cake... or the hokey pokey...nope it's neither
I was reading recipes earlier and I saw one called better than sex cake. I’ve actually seen this one before but never really gave it much thought. However that name is a lie, an out and out a bold faced lie to call any cake better than sex. As you may have guessed I gave this some thought today. And it wasn’t the most bizarre thought I had today. Trust me there, you really don’t want to know.
Back to the cake thing, there are several reasons that this is a lie.
One. I’ve had some pretty freaking good cake, cake that you suck the fork to get all the cake off of it and press the crumbs together for just one more bite because the cake is that good. However as good as that cake was, I’ve never really tasted a cake that was better than sex, even the really bad sex was still better than the best cake I’ve ever had. Well maybe not… nope the worst sex was still better than the cake. No I’m not going to tell you about it, this is about cake not sex.
Two. If any food not just a cake were really better than sex then that food would be the only food people on the planet would ever eat. As there are lots of food which are not cake I’m going to stay with the idea that no cake is better than sex. No food is better than sex. Hell there isn’t even just one kind of cake. No cake is better than sex.
Two point five. If you say the icing is better than sex, well someone should just slap you. Because icing isn’t cake it’s sugar and sugar and more sugar and a little bit of colored water. Sugar isn’t sex and it certainly isn’t better than sex. Sex won’t give you cavities but icing might. And pixies sticks will just choke you and make you all twitchy. And that’s no fun.
Three. You shouldn’t eat cake any more times in a day than you have sex. In fact if you would like to keep having sex then you should only eat cake about half the number of times you have sex in a day. If you don’t have sex, then you get no cake. If you have sex just once, no cake. Twice on the sex, once on the cake. Well not on the cake because that would be … well not really good for the cake… it may not be bad for the sex.
Four. You really shouldn’t have sex on a cake that is just really messy. Yeah messy is the reason you shouldn’t do that. However why do partially clothed people pop out of cakes? Hmm… still not the strange thought of the day or about things you might eat. Yeah I know you’re kind of scared to ask now, still not going to go there.
No it wasn’t about sex and food … well not completely unrelated… but it wasn’t about sex and food for sure. It wasn’t even about food just things … that you… well might eat but really probably shouldn’t. Yup we’ll leave it at that.
Back to the point, no cake is better than sex and if you think that one is well you probably aren’t really having enough sex or you aren’t doing it correctly. Yeah I’m think that must be it. So put the cake down and practice the sex stuff and if you practice twice you can have the cake later. However, if you are having sex twice a day do you really have the energy for cake?
Five why would you name a cake better than sex? Because if you are thinking about cake do you really want to be thinking about sex? I mean yes people say mmm while having cake. Some people say it a lot while eating cake. However, mmm only gets said at the beginning of sex and it usually ends with the screaming the name of some higher power and grabbing handfuls of mattress. Cake doesn’t end like that at all. Well unless you are doing it on the cake but that is more of the end of the cake than having cake ending that way.
So in conclusion, cake is good but it isn’t better than sex. Not even cupcakes. No don’t even go there. I said no.
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday. Not even birthday cake is better than sex.
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
Back to the cake thing, there are several reasons that this is a lie.
One. I’ve had some pretty freaking good cake, cake that you suck the fork to get all the cake off of it and press the crumbs together for just one more bite because the cake is that good. However as good as that cake was, I’ve never really tasted a cake that was better than sex, even the really bad sex was still better than the best cake I’ve ever had. Well maybe not… nope the worst sex was still better than the cake. No I’m not going to tell you about it, this is about cake not sex.
Two. If any food not just a cake were really better than sex then that food would be the only food people on the planet would ever eat. As there are lots of food which are not cake I’m going to stay with the idea that no cake is better than sex. No food is better than sex. Hell there isn’t even just one kind of cake. No cake is better than sex.
Two point five. If you say the icing is better than sex, well someone should just slap you. Because icing isn’t cake it’s sugar and sugar and more sugar and a little bit of colored water. Sugar isn’t sex and it certainly isn’t better than sex. Sex won’t give you cavities but icing might. And pixies sticks will just choke you and make you all twitchy. And that’s no fun.
Three. You shouldn’t eat cake any more times in a day than you have sex. In fact if you would like to keep having sex then you should only eat cake about half the number of times you have sex in a day. If you don’t have sex, then you get no cake. If you have sex just once, no cake. Twice on the sex, once on the cake. Well not on the cake because that would be … well not really good for the cake… it may not be bad for the sex.
Four. You really shouldn’t have sex on a cake that is just really messy. Yeah messy is the reason you shouldn’t do that. However why do partially clothed people pop out of cakes? Hmm… still not the strange thought of the day or about things you might eat. Yeah I know you’re kind of scared to ask now, still not going to go there.
No it wasn’t about sex and food … well not completely unrelated… but it wasn’t about sex and food for sure. It wasn’t even about food just things … that you… well might eat but really probably shouldn’t. Yup we’ll leave it at that.
Back to the point, no cake is better than sex and if you think that one is well you probably aren’t really having enough sex or you aren’t doing it correctly. Yeah I’m think that must be it. So put the cake down and practice the sex stuff and if you practice twice you can have the cake later. However, if you are having sex twice a day do you really have the energy for cake?
Five why would you name a cake better than sex? Because if you are thinking about cake do you really want to be thinking about sex? I mean yes people say mmm while having cake. Some people say it a lot while eating cake. However, mmm only gets said at the beginning of sex and it usually ends with the screaming the name of some higher power and grabbing handfuls of mattress. Cake doesn’t end like that at all. Well unless you are doing it on the cake but that is more of the end of the cake than having cake ending that way.
So in conclusion, cake is good but it isn’t better than sex. Not even cupcakes. No don’t even go there. I said no.
That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow
Happy Birthday if it’s your birthday and a very merry un birthday if it isn’t your birthday. Not even birthday cake is better than sex.
Thank you for reading, please subscribe, you know if you are reading this on blogspot or on diaryland. If you are reading on face book well you are already subscribed. Aren’t you happy.
Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
Listening to: Counting Crows
Gamer Tag: invisible don
PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015
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