You'll just have to imagine you've been offended or maybe you have...

Picking a jumping in point is almost as hard as coming up with titles. Usually though the writing just happens…albeit a lot of it occurs in my head or I just delete it after a while because even I look at it and say well that is just jibberish.

Perhaps I have the adult onset of attention deficit disorder … well I’ve probably always had it and have adapted specific coping skills which help me disguise the fact that I have this condition … is it a condition? What ever the point is that things get missed in life by the people around us, for example I probably needed glasses years before I got them but I didn’t get them until my junior year of high school. I remember that my technique for taking notes in class was to squint remember as many things as I could write them, squint again locate where I was on the board remember a new group of things and then repeat the process as quickly as possible and hopeful get it all done before the teacher erased the board. Which wasn’t all that often … so my notes were incomplete… therefore my grades were poor… therefore my basic skills in many classes were lacking, putting me behind my peers in many ways.

This happens a lot so I don’t feel slighted at all because of this and if I hadn’t been so introverted I might have said something but I didn’t say anything.

A re occurring dream I had all through school was a myriad of situations were my own insignificance was amplified and I couldn’t wake from the dream. It has evolved from just simple images to actual scenes and situations and my invisible body with voiceless screaming all having no effect on everything around me.

If you’ve read the blog for a while now you know just because it is incoherent to the average reader doesn’t always prevent me from posting what I’ve been thinking, if I can follow it or the chaos has purpose to veil a meaning then I leave it. Most of the stuff that gets the axe is stuff the crosses the line.

Which line…well that line were most people stop when telling a story, making a point, or anecdote and know that there point has been made… I’m a make sure the nail has been driven home and the line gets blurred when I cross over it.

There are a few people who get to see this in action and I’m sure they aren’t shocked to know even with them I don’t always cross the line. I know they won’t judge me too harshly because I’ve gradually exposed them to this with test comments and such. However this is not always the place to tear down the walls or have to defend a comment to the masses. Not that I feel I have to defend anything I say but it is more that if someone makes a comment stating that something I have posted has offended them and I don’t respond to it … it leaves me with the feeling that well perhaps they think I’m ashamed of what I’ve said and refuse to debate it.

No if something I’ve written has offended you… good you know where you stand on that particular subject … doesn’t mean I’m sorry if I’ve offended you and if I say I’m sorry you may not believe me and if you do I may not have meant it and just said it to make you feel superior than me … which is why we tell people they have offended us … because we believe our thoughts, value, ideas are better than theirs as expressed by what ever has us feeling offended.

So rather than not explaining myself all the time I just don’t always write a lot of what goes on in my head.

I’m trying to think of something with minimal potential to offend but still make my point and I’m struggling with it… so you’ll just have to take my word that cake batter isn’t always a reference to cake batter and it may or may not be what you are thinking or it might be both

The point is cake batter isn’t where the train is going to stop …it’s going on to the next stop just like the express that passes you by when you are late.

So that is where I’ve been lately in my blog writing and deleting things because they go too far.

Then there is the next level of things that hit the cutting room floor… I don’t like to share. Why write a blog then if you don’t like to share… because I like to share what I want to share but not everything that can be shared and even though I’m introverted I’m also a bit of an attention whore. But not the all so annoying look at me look at me whore but I do like attention … then I get freaked out a bit by it all too

Yeah I know I confuse myself a lot too. I should probably be a bit more open about all of that and not delete so much stuff. We’ll see but I walk a crooked road to get to a point that isn’t really all that far away from me so it may not happen all that quickly.

In other news…

I finally saw The Dark Knight Rises with Stunt Boy… it was awesome. Joseph Gordon Levitt is better than rather good and freaking stupendous I don’t have the vocabulary to express this man’s ability to bring a character to life and suspend disbelief. The whole revived Batman Trilogy with Christian Bale has been terrific.

Although I think Mr. Bale has been helped along by so many great cast members from Gray Oldman, Morgan Freeman, Michael Cane and all the other roles that have made these films with such incredible depth of story that you a truly pulled in the world of Gotham City and would not be a bit surprised if the bat light appeared in the sky

All the bad guys, Liam, Thomas and Heath made each film unique that are as complete as stand alone piece but not so over done that they don’t fit with the others films

In short if you haven’t seen this film you should.

Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely

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I didn't but I may know someone who has...

Confession is good for the soul or so they say. Once upon a time that would have been a large part of a career path I was exploring. I say exploring because there probably wasn’t a “calling” to the priestly life.

However there seems to be echoes of all those things in my life. An affinity for black clothing is not chief among those but confession seems to be.

I’m not so much a fan of confession so to speak and I concede that this is a form of confession or an unburdening of thoughts and a retelling of deeds and my perspective on my part of those actions.

However people have always been drawn to me to tell me what they have done in there lives. They may continue to come and tell me these things over and over again because I do tend to keep them too myself.

Sure running off then to the next person and saying did you know this or that would fulfill a social gap in my life but I enjoy being the only one who knows something. Which isn’t entirely true usually most anything we do is with at least one other person so that person knows and if you tell someone then one more person knows. Most likely everyone involved is going to tell someone. That is why secrets don’t stay secret we like to tell them. I like to keep them. They aren’t tangible but it does mean something to me.

Partly that I value that people deem me worthy enough to bare their missteps, sins, fears, secrets, or just to say something they wouldn’t say in front of anyone else.

I listen more than advise, because it isn’t only my place to advise and it certainly isn’t my place to forgive or redeem but I don’t judge people by what they tell me they have done to others.

They haven’t done these things to me, so it isn’t my place to judge and thankfully no one has come up to me and said oh hey Bee Tee Double U I have a dead body in the trunk of my car and I’m not entirely sure what to do about it.

I’m not sure I would be around to talk about that sort of thing anyway because than that makes you a witness or at least a loose end and that usually means more bad things.

Not that everything that people tell me is bad because it isn’t mainly they are regrets, or fears, or anxieties … I think fears and anxieties are different slightly … sometimes they are sins but according to who or whom?

Certainly not me and don’t get me wrong there are universal wrongs out there but a lot of the things that we obsess about aren’t universal at to their deviance usually the actions are deemed to be unacceptable by some segment of society … ok … I don’t subscribe to a lot of that noise because it is all mostly there to control our actions according to someone else’s ideals … some other person who probably does some of the same things they expect you not to do.
I don’t know why people tell me their stories, their sins, the ethical snags but they do. And as long as they tell me, I’ll keep listening and not telling about it and hopefully they will keep coming back to tell me what’s on their minds.

In other news

Oddly enough Amish/Mennonite women are as appealing as trashy girls… probably a yin yang thing…by trashy girl I don’t mean slut that is a whole other thing… I’ll explain it in another issue.

Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely

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Bet you can't tell that I don't edit... you can really? I really knew you could because it mortifies me but I'm lazy

Seem that many of us spend so much time pondering things which ultimately do not really do anything to change how anything is going to be in the end. Perhaps it is just me, but given that there are so many of us on the planet and I don’t pretend to be the slightest bit original I’m going to guess that it isn’t just me. We want things that we can’t have and the main reason that we don’t have them is that we don’t really try to have them. Some might say this is having a fear of commitment or an unwillingness to put in the necessary work to achieve a desired goal. Recently lots of people have been asking me if I’m in a relationship, I say no which is only partially true. I’m not in a relationship but it is only partly true because all of us are always considering someone that we would like to be in a relationship with. Perhaps you are considering even more that one someone, that person or people may or may not know how you feel about them. You may not even want to ever tell them because you simply entertain the fantasy to fulfill a desire of your own and that in itself is all you need is the fantasy. Fantasy is healthy part of our well being I believe now acting on certain fantasies and end with tragic results. Like say you decide that certain famous person is the person for you and you try to move into their home or you follow them around everywhere…creepy stalker stuff. That isn’t what I’m talking about but there is that line between healthy and unhealthy. We all have our imagined discussions with real people as a way to deal with a problem or how to bring up a particular subject or problem that is bothering us. The discussions never really happen but you will ride the same emotional roller coaster while playing it out in your head. If you don’t think this happens, take a trip to a library, a Barnes and Noble or where ever you get your fiction and you’ll literally find cubic tons of proof that lots of people talk to themselves and have very “real” relationships with persons who may or may not be real. No writer is willing to risk a lawsuit and is not going to admit that a character is based on a real person but we do draw upon what we know or at least observe in the people around us so characters are based upon images and snippets of people but once they are set they are persons to that writer and have lives which they manipulate with their words. We do the same thing with real people where we have these dances of words which play out to achieve a specific result. How much of that actually occurs before it is ever uttered aloud. If you have an argument with a spouse or significant other, how many times have you had that same argument before have it in reality? Perhaps it is just me but I don’t think I’m all that special. Being a romantic, a side of my personality I wish I could smother to death and then burn the corpse and scatter the ashes to the winds, I have these thoughts all the time. However because of the SOFUCT/UFO/ OMGWWWTDTG/ WTFIHLAM I am not currently in a relationship. That and the invisibility thing it makes things a bit of challenge. However something I would like to try to do and encourage others to try is to have relationship based on the sole purpose to know a person like no other person but to never know that person in the flesh. Exchanges of photos are permitted as well as phone calls but arranging to meet in person shouldn’t ever happen. Can you fall in love with a person you only know from their words? You have to be willing to commit to the project and to write at least once a month to the person 12 letters a year. Discuss everything from religion to politics, write erotica about how that person inspires your innermost desires that in that person you see ...fill in the blank. For example a person I do not know whom I am only connected to via a social media and with whom I have had only very limited contact with at this time. I only know this person by what they have posted in the cyber world. She seem interesting, the likelihood that we ever meet is next to improbable on a scale of odd and equal to the population of the universe according the Hitchhikers Guide. The following is inspired by her information She sits alone many nights wishing that she were a bit less abrasive to those around her because she may actually be able to tell the person she likes that she likes them but she has been hurt before but not tragically. The harsh exterior keeps people at arms length so she can size them up before committing to letting them know things about herself. She has a few embarrassing secrets one being that she likes to watch soft core porn and would be willing to experiment with some bondage not because she is trending gREy but because she hurts on the inside and the external pain may release that mental baggage she knows she has carried for too long but it always seems to linger. She won’t trust any enough to open up that much because allowing herself to be that physically vulnerable isn’t something this is willing to risk because it means allowing that person in closer than they ever have been before. She is bawdy and crude to disarm the men so they see her as one of the “guys” or their buddy girl rather than a sensual girl. She doesn’t commit to the daily rituals of the “pretty girls” so her eyebrows are only plucked to avoid having them seem bushy, she doesn’t grow her nails long or know how the paint them but she would like to and the only make up she wears is to hide the occasional blemish and some mascara to make what she thinks are puny lashes at least seem existent. A tube of Burt’s Bees lip balm is the only thing she regularly applies to her lips but not to give them shimmer but because the smell of bees wax is stimulating. Some nights when she is lying alone a had a drink or two she will close her eyes and writhe under the cotton sheet with a decent thread count while she plays out how she would like to be loved. She lays there arms around a pillow wishing she were the one being held and drifts off to sleep still naked and will wake in the middle of the night both refreshed from her dreams but also hollow that she is alone and does not see that changing in the foreseeable years to come. She is a diamond in the rough not meaning that she just needs to wear better clothing or more make up but that one day she will look into the mirror and see the woman that has inspired a few braver men to endure her verbal onslaughts to try to get to know her for her and perhaps for the chance for something more. Maybe she will read this and decide to write to my PO Box… of even If you aren’t her and would like to play along with my experiment the address is as always below. However in fairness I may want to use the letters if I get enough or any for a book at some point … there is no working title. Oh and if you do decide to write please don’t if you are under 18 because this is out there in the cyber world I don’t always know who reads but I don’t need to be sending letters to anyone underage… the Lolita thing isn’t my bag In other news I scratched my eyeball somehow not exactly sure, and no I do not look like a pirate but I have been called one before should be all better soon. Yay 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 titles are the hardest part to come up with ...really you try it sometime

So many things going on in my mind right now, it is really hard to focus on anything that I really want to say.

Recently the really big land based hurricane or what ever you call a funnel-cloudless freak of nature storm that is not a tornado and is as wide as your state blows through your neighborhood…yeah really big fucking storm is what I was calling it. This left me unharmed but without electrical power for several days, less than some more than some, but by no means was I in great distress for that period of time.

Although, I was not really prepared to cope with the situation but wasn’t helpless.

So that was survived as much as I needed to survive it. I guess there was that one point it was questionable when I was standing outside and watching as a 40 foot tree was literally blown sideways in the wind that I thought you know being outside probably isn’t the best place to be at the moment. I didn’t really want to come inside and didn’t for while either … oddly enough it is sort of instantly addicting to stand amid the raw power that is nature, eventually I did go inside but I kept going back out in the wind … but that isn’t what I wanted to say, I’m not really sure where this is going to end up… hopefully it’s some place fun but it probably won’t be Pleasantville once we get there

The lack of electrical power did however unleash things in my mind which had been pounding a way out for a while now but with no electronic distractions to keep things at bay they escaped.

Was having a conversation with Mr. Peaches …AKA real life super hero guy who said that I am probably the worst person for me to hang out with and that he hasn’t ever heard anyone really talk as badly about other people as talk about myself.

I just need to find a way to channel my own self loathing into something positive that isn’t really a criminal venture or enterprise … but aren’t we all our own worst enemies and by far the most critical of our own mistakes than any one else? Ok maybe it is just me.

I cringe at some things that I’ve done or not done and if it were possible to die from that feeling I would have left the mud ball long ago.

Now I don’t regret anything that I’ve done…well there is that one thing but that was more of a …how would you say it in precise terms… and really I don’t regret that so much as wonder how was that even possible? Maybe someday I’ll write about it but I think several laws might need to be repealed or abolished … I’ll check on the limitations on some stuff before I commit anything or more to the point admit to any involvement in any activity which may or may not have occurred as far as you know.

The point is I don’t regret anything I’ve done… I’ve thought ill of myself for some of it, even questioned my morals … ok I don’t have morals so much as scruples but I’m certainly not immoral or is it amoral …either way I’m not the devil … just a cousin maybe only by marriage… no I’m not referring to my ex there… she isn’t evil … just would rather I died.

She may even prefer that it be painful.

But these are the sort of things that start the demons jumping around, they are like war drums beckoning them out of there darkened places to come out and echo all that things which I find flaw with about myself.

The things is I realize that I’m not very nice to myself in my mind but I like me really and truly I think I’m one of the top 100 people I know I know about 100 people though so there is that … No I’m not going to tell you where I rank… some days it is higher than others but there is no day that I’ve not been on that list.

I think that thing is that while I don’t regret anything that I’ve done in my life, I say I don’t care what people think about me, but I sort of do, not so much but a part of me does. So I keep things away from people, like if they knew about this thing or that thing what would they say? What would they think? How would that change things?

Really that experience is mine and anyone else that happened to be there at the time so ours not anyone else’s to pass judgment, but they do… Hell I do, I’m no better than anyone else.

In my life I’ve shaken the hand of at least three people who I know have killed another person, intentionally not accidentally killed another person, but they meant to do it and that is only the people I know about. What about anyone else that I don’t know that particular detail about them.

Now I was a police officer once upon a time and in the military, does that make you feel any different about my knowing killers? Should it? Whether it should or shouldn’t isn’t really what matters in the end it is what really happens.

What happens is that we look at the actions of other and assume that because of how we think and feel about certain things this person may have done and that somehow makes that person different now because we know about some skeleton in the closet.

The skeleton was always there, the person is exactly the same as they have been, except that you now know something about them that they didn’t tell you about themselves.

Is an omission or I haven’t told you that yet a lie or just I was waiting until I was sure you wouldn’t change your opinion about me until I told you this thing or that thing.

Is it a betrayal because that first words out of the person’s mouth were Oh Hi My name is Jeffery and I’ve killed a few people … well perhaps not the best example because I guess in a certain Jeffery’s case that was a game changer.

Take killing out of the picture and replace it with any number of so called sins and then weight that person’s worth to you after your knowledge has increased.

I suppose there is one thing I do regret but it is more a case of I wish the cycle of events which transpired had taken a deviation to the left by about 4 inches and that would have made all the difference.

I wish I had a different story to tell about an evening in November so long ago and didn’t have the images of that horror burned in to my mind … was there anything I did that if I done differently would have changed things … could I have said something and made it all better… I’ll say it now.,. I would do it now …what ever to make it all different but I can’t change it now, it is done and you live with it or you don’t

If I don’t share those and a thousand other stories with you does that make me different than the day before or change a single experience we have shared?

It shouldn’t but it does …

In other news

Insomnia you are so cruel


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My solaris version of things

Recently, I find myself waxing nostalgic about things. Not that there isn’t anything of importance going on in my life in the present. The things in my present life are not really all that terribly exciting predominately due to an extreme lack of finances to fund endeavors which might be blog worthy

Unless you would like to trudge through the things I do for my job which I am sure there are more than a few that would like to know but I am not able to talk about that in a public forum.

I also walk my dog and scoop the cat box on a daily basis, which does sometimes produce some pretty deep thoughts but not so much in the exciting blow by blow recounts of the process

So I’ve been waxing nostalgic, especially about a photograph that some one recently posted of when I was living in Germany while I was in the Air Force.

The photograph is like so many then and today of friends out for a night of drinking and relaxing. The people in this photograph were two girls and another person in the Air Force Security Police. We were off duty

This was evidenced by the boot of beer in my friends hand and our civilian attire.

The girl I was with lived in a town pretty far from the base but not so far you couldn’t get there by car within about a 30 minute drive. Problem one I did not have a car at this point in my time in Germany.

The second problem encountered in this was my work schedule 6 days on 3 days off. The first three days of work were from 3p to 11p then the second 3 days working 11p to 7a. Not a Monday to Friday 9a-5p job. You would have a Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday off then be working all weekend yeah you get off work by 11 p but then by the time you change out of cop gear and get off to the hangouts it would be after 12 and that usually didn’t set well.

The girl and I got along very well but we were both young and I didn’t really understand the best way to talk to women then and added more stress to the situation because of my stress over not having a car and messed up work schedule.

She didn’t really understand the whole you just don’t tell the Air Force you aren’t showing up for work. In fact the military as a whole sort of frowns on that a good little bit.

I don’t regret anything I’ve done in my life but I do often wonder what if I had done things differently at time or wonder how things may have been different if things had played out differently.

Say she and I had been able to work thing out and dated longer and had a very serious relationship. I would have re enlisted remained in Germany. Probably learned to speak German beyond asking for directions, ordering food and a few profanities, as I was part of the deployment team I would have most likely spent some time in Gulf War one, which would have impacted that relationship.

I liked living in Germany so I know I would have remained there as long as the Air Force would have allowed.

I wonder what might have been all from one photograph.

I wonder too what if I could re connect to that person again, sadly the person who posted the photograph does not know how to contact the girl today.

I wonder how has here life been all these years what has she done in her life. She is one of the women I’ve dated that I wish things had turned out differently.

Like in Solaris do we remember things as they were or how we would like them to have been? I think I remember them how they were because I know I wasn’t the best at saying what was on my mind or how I felt.

I remember we broke up and got back together a few times. One of the times we got back together, I saw her out with a German guy she was dating and I wasn’t happy about it. However I got less happy when he hit her, which in turn I grabbed him and hit him and kept hitting him. Which inspired his friends to come to try to jump me and them my Air Force friends jumped in and there was a melee in the bar which was in the hall and the restroom, how it ended up in there I’m not sure but there were about 8 to 10 guys fighting in a very confined space.

The fight ended and the owners asked what had happened, a bystander said that the one guy had hit the girl and that I had started hitting him and then everyone else jumped in.

The owners decided to toss out the other guys and we were allowed to stay. She and I started dating again. Yeah knight in shiny armor stuff but it didn’t last long a few months and then we were back to where things were that broke us up before which were me not talking or sharing how I really felt about this girl.

Perhaps in an alternate time line there is a version of this relationship that worked

Perhaps there is a version that allows our threads to cross again in the tapestry that is living

In other news

Have about half of the new unlocks completed in the new DLC, trying to get the rest but one done today. One of them is going to take some work but some I mean a lot of work. However I’ve not been one to mess around much with the sniper rifles in this game yet and it will force the issue. Should be fun.

In other, other news,

August and everything after is one of the best albums ever recorded.


Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely

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So I'm not your average guy

I noticed today when someone read a thing that the average person does this fill in the blank so much or so often optional specified period of time my answer is I don’t do that that much or I do that way more than that or I’ve never done that.

I suppose it is a good thing to be not so average but reading some of them seems to be that I may be a bit further out in the rye than I thought.

Today’s thing was really only because I choose not to do that thing that it was and not because I couldn’t do that thing. I’m not saying what that thing is because it isn’t related to the point. I could just as easily been any number of things and it wouldn’t have applied to me.

Then later there was a further comment that I am not acceptable by conventional standards. I mention this not to garner any empathy or sympathy or attention just that coincidentally the day I notice one thing not fitting there is an unsolicited response to confirm said thing from a party unaware of the former information.

I see a me in my mind that is a compilation of me as I’ve grown there is a me from every age, stage, event in my life in my mind making my mental self image. I know that my mental self image is not what other people see. Hell I don’t even see my mental self image when I look in the mirror. I will sometimes see photographs of myself and it takes a minute for it to register that is me in that photo.

Some people say that I don’t like myself which is not true, I like the who, I am. I just don’t think that other people like that person. Mostly I don’t care if anyone likes me, mostly.

No one can say they truly do not care what anyone thinks about them. There are those times when you wonder what do we really know about what people think about us.

We know what they tell us they think but is it really what they think? Or is it some version of their thoughts packaged to be the most consumable by you when you ask.

So I’m not normal and I’m ok with that, I less ok with that other people may not be ok with my not being normal or average or what ever.

It feels at times though that the fringe is closer than when I last looked and that people don’t see me. They see past me, through me or that more likely I’m like what ever the visual equivalent is to white noise. You need it to fill in the spaces between things but it isn’t really important.

Of course it may just be the day and that while I’m trying to keep my mind from something it will not allow me to not go there. So much space between then and now and still the lights around doorways in the dark make me leery. Because what you find on the other side isn’t always what you hope.


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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

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PS 3 Gamer Tag: invisible don

PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015

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

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PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015

I didn't say much here

Not sure that anyone has missed the writing or not but the last week of not writing was spent doing some stuff and doing a lot of thinking. I would share my thoughts but they are about something that I’m not ready to share yet.

I get to those points where there are so many thoughts going on that I can’t find a starting off point. In this case I know where I want to start just not how to start. It seems that so much of what I want to say feels like it’s been said before and that is not how I feel or what I’m thinking.

It isn’t that the thoughts or the ideas are particularly complex and the things that I’m thinking about are more about the unknown rather than what I do know.

There is a lot that I want to say but the thing is once you say it, it’s out there. Then the questions of how will this be read, will it be read the same way that I meant it to be read or not. Maybe I’m over thinking it all. I’m working on something that, will maybe a lot more clear than this. Meanwhile I’ll just go back to being happy.

In other news,
I’ve watched a several movies lately

Skyline was awful it was just a very poorly done fx movie, none of the characters were really developed at all and it was just bad.

Warrior Queen was not completely awful, granted it was by the BBC so for they typical stuff coming from the BBC history section it was good but it wasn’t a great movie. I learned a bit about Boudica who kicked the Roman’s asses

Alpha Dog was actually pretty good. I’m not a huge of Justin Timberlake’s movies but I do like him as an actor.

Open Window was really good, very raw and emotionally telling I would advise reading the entire summery before watching this movie.

Strange Wilderness - Bad, bad, bad, but as crude humor movie it is a must see once and only once.

I’ve also started watching all the Harry Potter movies again. I love them all but the first two are certainly not in the same class as the last three have been.

In unrelated news

There is a shrub next to my house that if really pretty and it’s blooming right now. This is really the only time it is really pretty. It’s pretty because it has flowers on it and because it has flowers on it, it has lots of pollen, and because it has lots of pollen on it I can’t be around it. The rest of the year it is really rather unsightly and ugly and I would cut it down if weren’t for the two weeks where it is really pretty. The smell is nice too but it makes me sneeze a lot… well the pollen makes me sneeze not the smell… I don’t like my allergies.

That’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow

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Gamer Tag: invisible don

PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015

Title and body are required... no it doesn't mean that... geez

Ever need advice and go to a friend who can be an objective bystander. I suppose the important part of asking for advice is to be able to provide as much information as possible. You know to get the best advise.



However if you know information that could be critical to that advice but you can’t give that information because you aren’t even supposed to have that information in the first place. Now from an ethical standpoint you really have no obligation to keep this information a secret because no one has ever asked you to keep it a secret.



So there is this information about things and about stuff that I shouldn’t know. That person doesn’t know I know these things but probably should guess that I know because the person who did know them was awful about not telling things that they knew about stuff. In fact telling things about stuff was a bit of an aphrodisiac (I totally rocked that spelling without looking… I’m not a good speller so it’s exciting for me) for that person but it didn’t work the other way. Odd I know but the point is knowing things and telling them isn’t something I do. I know things about stuff about a lot of people, a lot of the stuff I know is rather innocuous and more I don’t want people to know and other stuff is all WTF they did what? If I know something about you I’m going to keep it secret even if you don’t ask me too or know that I know the stuff. If I know something about myself I’ll keep it to myself except when plied by bourbon, generally a lot of it too. There are things about myself I’m sure I don’t know and if I don’t know them it’s probably better that I don’t know them.



Why keep the secrets at all, well I’m no saint so using the stuff I know as leverage doesn’t usually work too well but as confidant I’m aces and having friends is better than having leverage.



So I really know what I should do here in this situation but there is a part of me that really wants to do the wrong thing. I know surprise. I don’t really think of it as all that wrong either. Yes other people do but I don’t. No it’s not illegal.



So I tell my friend to say, You bad (wag a finger at me and look sternly as if disappointed)



I hung my head in a façade of shame all is good in the world.



NO, Then the friend says but you know if you did it like this it could work. OMG WTF FML w/o KYJ



I came to you because I know you are a solid person you are the rock of mostly ethical behavior. I can count on you to do the right thing because it is the right thing.



Now if you start offering me options, now I’m really likely to just spiral out of control. I really know these are things I shouldn’t do. These are things that I want to do but I need an external conscience especially for the wrong but not criminal stuff. I can justify away all the arguments for why I shouldn’t do them, I’m all good in that department what I need help with is the why I should do the right thing in these moments. A person who will say that will make me think less of you if you do them.



So now I’m on the fence, but I‘m likely to do the right thing… well most likely. However I will say my friend did make very good effort to distract me from the main bad thing to another thing which was equally tempting but not bad at all but then that back fired and this has a bad angle to it now too. You know it could be the name. there is a connection in all of this to names even to other stuff. Hmmm…nope I’m not telling.



So the next distraction, came from another external source and then we were both distracted.



I need to say no to this distraction because in less than a minute I had inklings of a altogether new career for less than 1000 dollars of start up money. Yeah you don’t want to know. I’m not going to go there either because you may end up thinking less of me than you already do up to this point.



In other news, stunt boy has surgery tomorrow for an impacted canine tooth so that’s what I’m doing tomorrow. Stuntboy had some seriously messed up teeth. Now they are mostly not messed up. There was this one little tooth that there was no room for and his orthodontist made ample room for this tooth but it’s being non cooperative with the surfacing into the world. So they are going to coax it into the world of chomping and biting with knives and drugs. I think surgeons just really like to cut on people and this allows them to do it for money and not go to jail.

　

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Listening to: Potatoes, onions and garlic frying in a pan.



Gamer Tag: invisible don



PO Box 4425 Roanoke VA 24015

Punishment is a reward...right?

Several things are going on now, to many to mention. However top on the list is that the spring semester started and my class has resumed once again. That means I have a really long working day on Tuesdays and less time for playing and writing. I was planning on writing about something else but I don’t have the time to really do it the way I want so I’ll save it for later.

So in the mean time a final test before the revival of the invisible army, actually it is just to see how things look.


Invisible Army Mission January 2011 coming soon


A quick review is you are curious, the invisible army are my minions, they are or are not necessarily evil. The minions do my biding in my quest to take over the world … muhahahaha…


Ok not really the members of the invisible army are just readers who may or may not be evil it’s not required and if you don’t like to be call minion you can pick any other moniker that you like, but as the invisible army is my army I’ll usually just refer to the corps of members as minions.

The invisible army (IA) is a completely voluntary group doing missions that I think will be fun for you and for me. You only have to complete the missions you want to complete and there is no penalty for not completing mission. There isn’t really any reward but the fun but fun like punishment is it’s own reward.

Oh you won’t have to break the law to complete any mission and if you are breaking the law to complete a mission then you are probably doing the mission incorrectly

I know it’s a lot of build up for something that isn’t really all that uber exciting but they can be really fun.

Unrelated to anything is that I’ll be changing the format around for the next few entries, issues, trying out some old things new things and stuff so if you like something in one of the issues let me know in the comments.

Yeah the issues do sometimes tend to be a little heavy on the me stuff but it’s my blog so I get to be a little heavy on the me stuff.

In other news

I have purple kool-aid , yeah the yummiest kool-aid. The letters for the flavor spell grape but grapes don’t taste like this so it’s purple.

Related to why it is called purple kool-aid is that Doodle was drinking the mystery kool-aid once, if you don’t remember mystery kool-aid it was a pack of kool-aid you made that didn’t really have a color other than a milky white but tasted like other flavors without the color. So I made a batch of it once and gave a cup to Doodle and I asked what does it taste like?

She said, it tastes purple.

So the grape kool-aid is now purple flavor

Still in other news

Um… Ke$ha … I’m not really sure why I really like her but I have to admit that I really do. I know very sad, but sing along with her all the time …oh yeah of course I does but I don’t has geezus on mah neck-kah-lace … she just talkin’ truth …she’s all slick and sexified …DJ just turn up … (techno beat)

Ok I’ll stop… because your love is mah… ok really I’ll stop now

Triple-ly in other news

My gamer tag on PS3 is invisible don and I play MAG

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I don't even own a yellow shirt so why am I lying on my back muttering ugh

So the other night I had a very strange dream, I’ll not go into the details of the dream mainly because I’m not going to share that part of it but I will say. Wow and probably not why you think wow.

I am not sure if given the opportunity while awake I would do what I did in the dream but I can’t say that I wouldn’t either.

I’ve always had a love hate relationship with my dreams. I don’t think I’m a medium or clairvoyant or anything like that. I don’t remember most of my dreams. However the ones I do are one - very, very, bizarre, two - very, very, disturbing or three - they come true.

Now you are probably thinking having dreams come true would be awesome. Not really

The not remember thing is partly because I don’t want to remember them and that I don’t try to remember them because too many times they are that disturbing.

This current dream was in the first category of the very, very bizarre. The curious part of me would not mind having the opportunity, the rest of me wonders what the hell that means about the corners of my psyche that I don’t let out to play anymore.

That part of me isn’t really irresponsible but it does drink a little too much and is certainly a bit too impulsive.

In other news



This is a test, you may now continue with the issue

Still in other news

I was wondering why things were so unsettling the other day, I found out and I just don’t get how someone can be so …argh!

Triple-ly in other news

Eating ice cream on really cold days makes you colder

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We are doing this for your own good, don't pay attention to the man behind me with the gun...

If you haven’t heard this yet there is a publisher who has already “edited” the text of two of Mark Twain’s books. The idea of pre emptive censorship is the justification of going through Mark Twain’s books Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer and removing two offending words from the text, granted that two words that they are removing from the text are slurs against Blacks and Native Americans.

However, the words are reflective of attitudes and beliefs of the day and that even in that time there were those who did not hold those ideals and could change if they did hold them. Without the words the really important idea that racism and hatred can be overcome is lost.

The idea that we need to save these classic works from being removed from the shelves of our libraries because people only see the offensive words out of context is a notable and worthy idea. However censoring them in anyway is the wrong way to save these books or any other book for that matter. Yes there will be those who read these books in their original state and will use those words in a hurtful ways. The books aren’t the cause of the hate. So hiding the harmful words and removing them from the printed world doesn’t take away the hate behind it. That we teach hate and mistrust and exploit the difference of one another is the real problem. These books do show that mindless hatred and bias can be overcome but not without showing or admitting that the problem exists.
What are we teaching by removing words as being taboo, that certain things are so offensive that we can’t talk about them? Or worse that these things don’t exist and aren’t really problems. This does lead to more intimidation and promotes the words into a higher level of hatred that they will not be said except in cases of extreme anger.

Most of us can look just beneath the surface of our society and see that the real problems still exist, and that as much progress that has been made in the practice of equality of all persons regardless of gender, race, ethnicity, etc. there is still a 100 times more progress that remains to be made. Hatred for our fellow man is alive and well just under the surface we just don’t talk about it. Segregation exists but it isn’t a government practice any more it is still a very active social one though.

The idea of removing words from a book to keep them on the selves is the slope that once done what word is next? Then what topics and ideas are then removed from the books to keep them on the shelves. Pre emptive censorship is just censorship under a different flag and stifles creativity and progress. This will not solve the problems that this hopes to address.

As good as the intentions are behind this effort this is not a good idea and should not be done. And by not a good idea I mean it is a very bad idea, incredibly bad about as bad an idea that could be thought of to address the issue they are trying to prevent. In fact preemptive censorship does the job for the censorship people gives them firmer ground to stand and eroding the principles of free speech in spoken and written form.

I intentionally left the two words out of this writing because I don’t use them in my speech and I do actively discourage their use by anyone who says them regardless of who says the word or why they are saying them. That is the more important thing that the words exist and we have to actively teach people that the use of these words and the ideas behind them are not productive to good relationships and stable societies. Taking and active stance of admitting the problem exists and teaching people to stand up to those who practice any form of bigotry there might eventually be a in road to really reducing the hate we harbor for our fellow humans. We won’t achieve it by sweeping it under the rug or preemptively censoring or outright banning books that hold words or ideas that we don’t agree with

In other news

I really should be careful about things I see the stairs and I’m not sure which way they are going

Still in other news

Well there would be still other news if could get the other news out of my head but I can’t get it out of my head. I really can’t speak more to this at all because well it would be bad …yup really bad… I really should be able to be …well different but I’ll stop because I probably just should … Yup shut the hell up Don ok I will … but… Yeah we know … , agony, woe and despair .. Shut up will you… ok I will stop picking on me you’re the one who started all of this …oh sure blame me for your… yeah, there will be more later I’m sure but I’m stopping now

Triple-ly in other news

Coming soon…aren’t you excited

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incomplete thoughts

Seldom do we see the urgency of the sands we have until they are running out. This was a thought I had this morning before heading off to work feeling so hurried but all of the pulling of life this way and that.

I almost feel as if I’ll really just fall to pieces at times and lay in a pile of bits to be kicked this way and that by all the others just rushing around and never really seeing. Strewn to the four corners and forgotten.

Life moves at what ever pace you set it to move. So many of us have let those around us have control of the speed or they create artificial limits.

We try to hang on to the spinning world and get tossed off and pounded again and again as we try to get back on some times successful but mostly just long enough to think we’ve actually done something but haven’t really.

Trying to figure out how to keep the spinning under control, not fighting against it but not necessarily working with the madness.

The madness from the world screams out. And I try to find my voice to scream back but it feels as if it has been silenced.

In other news

I don’t know what to think about two, I don’t know what to do about two and I wonder about another couple.

Still in other news

It is all falling apart

Triple-ly in other news

A very merry un-birthday to you and Happy Birthday if it’s not your un-birthday.

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of nothing in particular...

You know how you look at the world and for the most part we see things how we see them and we expect that people will see the world the same as we do. But they don’t.

The saying beauty is in the eye of the beholder and this is true. So there is this fair (beautiful IMHO) maiden who is married to an ogre. Well as she is married to said ogre she technically isn’t a maiden. Not the point. I see this person on an irregular basis. And I see this person as a ogre and just don’t see how the maiden fair could have married this person and had children. Shudder.

However, the ogre isn’t an ogre most likely I’m basing this on the very few things I’ve heard about the person and by very few I don’t even know the person’s name and have probably been told the name but haven’t bothered to learn it because in my way of looking at the world he shouldn’t exist.

I just wish I could have that conversation with this person and ask why is it that you are with the ogre? And perhaps I could understand it better.

In other news

Yet related to the previous stuff. I got to see myself in the lens of others and it wasn’t good. I really don’t think I have the dimorphic thing one co-worker says I have. I have issues without a doubt. So time to plan for real now. Yeah …ah feck and junk.

Still in other news

There is so much more to say, but I’m having trouble getting it together. I’m stuck on the plan stuff. Well that and I’m confused about a couple of three other things.

Triple-ly in other news

Title thanks to The Smiths - How soon is now

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I got visas in my name

Building walls, tearing down walls.

Build them too keep things safe

Once they are built what do you do? Tear them down when it’s safe? When is it safe? Who says it’s safe.

Try tearing them down …ah…yeah… don’t do that

It’s dangerous out there.

Take two bricks down and put one back up. It is slow going.



In brighter news



The cats think they own the house. Well in fairness they are here more than I am. So I can see where their confusion is born. I’m just not sure exactly why they feel the need to gut and leave the throw rugs for dead. Seriously cats I have the thumbs I get to say how things are placed in the house. To which they replay can you jump three times you body length in the air and land on you feet perched on a surface half your body width?

Ah…no

Well then and they walk off .

I’m not sure why that wins the argument but it’s pretty sound.

　




In other news…



Currently trying to decide if I should vet out on MAG



the writing thing is going slowly but I'm trying to get back in the swing

　

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Not redemption

One of my favorite writers is another blog writer, I found once and have followed on a fairly regular basis. I was writing on a regular basis once upon a time. My life was a bit more interesting then but not particularly. Not that my life is uninteresting now, it’s just … well yeah.

The other writer is an amazing writer at least to me I read the words and it inspires me to be a better writer… hopefully I’ll figure that one out one day.

However tonight is not the night things will get dramatically better. I have been preoccupied by a thought lately and my other favorite writer seems to be in the same place in a sense of things but not sharing the same physical space.

The preoccupying thought is more an evaluation than a thought a summary of things if you will, yet not being willing to say what the evaluation is, it lessens the seriousness of the idea, or lets your imagination if you care enough to imagine the gravity of the introspection.

Failing previously, mostly at trying to pinpoint my distain for the fraud. I don’t know that Jerry would care but then to I wonder perhaps he might. However, my significance to him is nil and his to me is not monumental but worthy of mention. Somewhere between disgust and loathing and indifference. The latter is the biggest thing, but it isn’t the same indifference I have about other things. Mainly the indifference is that it won’t matter because the fraud is so far beyond the real it is just a wasted effort to say you are a fraud. Why try to create this image that isn’t real, well I’m sure that those you’ve created it for are duly impressed but the façade you are presenting. Bravo. I suppose my question other than why, is this, do you really know who you are anymore, all the posturing, posing, being other than you I would think after 40 years of the work you would be tired of the show and lost any clue as to who you are.

Everyone pointed to Jerry saying he must have been mad and undone, the hatter in the present day, lost in open field, and other negative things. Perhaps he was the monster but if he knew he was the monster better to impose a prison of your own construction than society choosing one for you.

Isn’t that fraud you create your prison


In other news…

Only slightly less than insignificant my favorite super bowl ads were, in an order but not in order of preference

- VW punch game - VW
- kid slap - dorito
- betty white/abe vigoda - snickers
- milk-ah- wut - etrade


More snow? Maybe…..


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It isn't anything ...wut, Nah I ain't seen it, bugger off you wee nasty beasties

Lively class tonight got home later then expected

Lots to say not much time to put it all down on this

Should probably just skip it but want to put something up

Tosser, just shut up will ya…

I’m not a tosser ya’ bloody git.

Oh look a nickel



In other news…

… hmmm I’m just not sure what to think … really not sure at all … hmmm

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Distracted

Well now that the New Year is safely started how many people are still holding true to their new year resolutions? If you are still on your way to what ever reformation quest you’ve set for yourself that is truly grand and if not start again tomorrow.

I’ve simplified this process, some time ago I resolved not to make resolutions at the new year. I’ve kept that resolution a long time now. Now you may considering this as a failure. Why? I still make changes in my life. I just don’t wait around for January 1 to do it.

Now, I’m not burning the world down making changes but I’ve got a pretty decent flame going. I have dropped the ball a few times trying to make changes and fallen flat on my face too. Thought that I didn’t have a second chance.

Most of us don’t ever give ourselves a second chance. The motto for many is, “if at first you don’t succeed …there is a discount liquor store nearby to help you drown your sorrows.”

Now depending on your vice the liquor store may be;
The Pizza place, the donut shop, the quik mart death dogs,
Tobacco shop,
Crack dealer,
Reefer man,
Little ol’ ladies sellin’ their ‘scrip for food money

Regardless of your vice once you have that first slip most of us run back to the shelter of our little helper, thank you mick. I’ve done it many times. Man I’m such a pop culture whore.

Back to the point. When did making mistakes become the ultimate evil in the world.

No one is perfect but it seems that perfection is the bar everyone strives for, perfection doesn’t exist. But you can put yourself to do better, you can try again, you can learn from your mistakes. But just because you fall down don’t just lay their on the ground grab the balloon, spoon, candle and spike and float.

Well unless that’s your goal. But set new goals, and if you don’t succeed today, maybe you will tomorrow, or the next day or the one after that… you get the point.


In other news…

Some snow melted today.

That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

...with the monsters

It’s on the shelf with all the other monsters.

Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,