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Blogging

Who blogs, and what do you blog about? It’s a way to get things out there and read (or not), about anything without the approval of some editorial staff. You are your own editor and press agent. Hit print, extra, extra. Now what I or you put out my not be worth the band width it takes up but it’s what you want and if one person. Just one person reads it and likes it then wasn’t it worth it.

Now that the nearly the entire planet is connected the coaxial spike … mmm fixx me

Junkies is junkies and we be geekin for our interweb stuffy stuff. And mostly you don’t have to hang on the street corner to get your bundles of product.

So blogging is now considered to be a thing to actually put on your resume. ???? Hmmm

Really?

I don’t think I want to put my blog on my resume because, we’ll perhaps some selected things, but the thing is I do this for me. Not so somebody else somewhere will be all approving or disapproving.

Now all these some ones with in the 4th estate are saying I’m doing it wrong. I’m not focused I don’t proof read, I can’t really spell that well, I talk to my audience, I do this or that incorrectly.

Hello, (tap on the glass) I’m not doing it the way you want it done.

Why?

Because, Some times I feel like ranting up a storm about some stupid thing, some stupid person has done stupidly.

Other days I feel like ranting it up about some stupid thing that I have done stupidly, making me the stupid person.

Then other days I want to sing and dance… figuratively (hahaha me dancing and singing hee hee… ok better now)

Then still other days I want to be silly, serious, or some other emoting thing

If you are writing a blog as a means to an end isn’t that really unpaid work?

And if you are being graded for it by an industry then aren’t you really just seeking the approval of others and will alter your message depending on what they tell you or say about you.

Then aren’t you nothing more than a puppet on a string…. Yup, yup you are a puppet.

Dance for me puppet. (insert my dancing puppet… I’m a much better choreographer than a dancer, trust me here)

As for me, I know what my strings are and my demons are related to approval of a different sort… I know they are there and I own them and I’m doing my best to bite my thumb at them and do what I wanna do and do it my way… thank you very much Frankie … or Mr. Sinatra if you prefer I’m sure you prefer it that way sorry for being all familiar before. Yes right away sir

Hey I’ll toady from who I want and if it is a dead rat pack ‘er then that’s who I’m gonna toady for. Not you suits and stuffies in the 4th estate.


Do you bite your thumb at me sir?

I do bite my thumb at thee (thanks bill, he’s ok with the familiarity)


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

Ciao,




PS Thank you Bob G. and boomtown rats

My Shadow

Chris Isaak’s song ‘wicked game’ reminds me of a person I once knew… I associate a few people with songs but not too many because they are usually more complex than the song. This person was much more complex than the song 'wicked game' but it moves in the same way. Not the lyrics to the song but how they are sung and how the melody turns. I called her my shadow when I knew her something I'm working on about her.


My Shadow by invisible don 8/09

She turns like the vibrations off the strings, twisting in the air
The gyrations of her hips sweep, like a breeze

The pull on the cords like her back arching as she slips effortlessly from step to step
Her gaze a whisper, penetrating, soft and barely heard raising a chill

The slow brushing touch of her long fingers stops my breath
Her curves simple and yet more provocative than others.

Her desires quickly fill your thought with a word
Softly she wraps herself around you almost floating

You convince yourself she is more a dream than real
To spare the ache for her when the flutter of the curtains showing when she is gone


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

Ciao,

Hey, I know this makes me look stupid but don't I know you?

Today was a little strange.

My first thing at work took freaking forever which pretty much set up the rest of the day to be slightly less than spectacular. So the first thing I was hoping would go better. I hear one guy say it’s going to take over three hours. (Joy)

Seriously, well that is just swell now the coffee in the car will be cold. Bravo so called grown ups who can’t seem to get it together, Bravo. I’m pretty sure that causing someone’s coffee to get cold because you can’t be a grown up is a sin like a really bad sin.

So I’m waiting and lamenting the ruination of my java.

Then this woman walks in. She looks at me and smiles.

I smile.

Hmmm, I think hey, she looks familiar. I even say, hey she looks familiar to a co worker. She said, Nope not ringing a bell for me. And she as done with the trying to figure it out.

I however am not done with that task and nearly 10 hour later I’m still not done with it, hence the writing about it.

Back then and now, I’m trying to place said person because where I was is not her regular context.

As a memory tool we set people in our memory by context and how we remember them is generally by where we will see them most often. Run into someone out of context and if you don’t see them often you won’t recognize them straight away.

The woman walks by but sits near by to where I’m sitting but not close enough for unnoticed conversation by the 50 or so others around.

Yes normal people would walk over and say, Hey you look familiar don’t I know you.

Not me… for several reasons, yes without numbering it one of them would be I’m not exactly what people would immediately say normal I’m not someone that people would normally say abnormal either. So here are some of the reasons why I didn’t go over and talk to said woman.

One is work … if she is in category one she is most likely as trashy white girl and that isn’t good.

Two is social … I don’t think I dated her but I’m not willing to rule that out because of the whole drink don’t think months. So saying hey you look familiar could be an insult.

Three is fear … if she knows me, she may not like me, I don’t exactly make fast friends in the work that I do. In fact it’s the opposite people tend not to say very nice things about me if they know me from my work and are not co-workers.

Four is professionalism … there are some of my co-workers sitting around I don’t want them to think I’m trying to get a date by talking to this person.

She had on a floral print skirt, sandals, nice light reddish pull over with a small v-neck, no visible tattoos, short, clean, dyed blonde hair (maybe ¼ to ½ inch roots maybe that‘s why I know it‘s dyed but regularly), and a hippie type bag/purse which does not appear to be jammed full of everything this person owns. She was able to get things she needed from it very quickly too. Of course I was watching her I was trying to figure out how I know this person..

Hmmm…. I can’t place her at all and it’s driving me bonkers. Well I’m trying to put her in the appropriate context. I can’t put her into a place that makes her fit

So I try word association

Hey what the F*ck do you want! - nope

Do you want fries with that? - nope

May I help you? - nope

Did you find everything ok - nope

Where are you going? - nope nope

Not helping.

Finally I decide you know she is probably someone who is somehow tied to your work and it’s better to just let it go. That’s why you are actually seeing her in the place you see the people you work with.

So mystery unsolved.

The rest of the day went along. I’m pretty sure a lot of this city has gone barking mad, that or due to the poor shape of the economy in the surrounding areas, the barking mad are coming to the biggest place in the region. YAY (dripping with sarcasm) So that means my job get to be extra fun because the so called grown-ups act like 2nd graders.

Now I’m at home hanging with Stunt boy and need to send some text messages back because I was too busy to reply to them earlier.


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

Ciao,

Cigarette, bad attitude, wife beater t-shirt, faded blue jeans and a pony tail...

Trashy White Girls

Everyone has those things that make them take pause. Mine is trashy white girls

Now I know those things that make you take pause aren’t always the best things for you.

In fact they are indeed often times very bad for you.

Case in point.

Trashy white girls

One - they generally have some big ol’ hanger on who believes that the white trash girl is his. Now she may actually be a baby mama, former girl friend or the only girl who gave the palooka a valentine in the 2nd grade. Regardless bubba has probably spent the better part of his adult life in jail for hitting anyone who shows any interest in the girl. And he isn’t above hitting you even if you wear glasses.

Two - they generally have some problem which spells bad news. Now this is in the form or drug abuse, alcoholism, STD, untreated mental heath issue. Drug abuse means that they always have it on them and are likely to be known by the police for this because of bubba. Alcoholic means they fight and will and will hit you… yes they will. Then they’ll stab you. An STD … well that’s just nothing to clap about. The untreated mental health issue, well those problems vary depending on the issues but lets face it these are rarely good things when left untreated. Seek help, seriously seek help and take the meds please.

Three. - they are generally jobless. This does not mean that they are not without skills. One of those skills may be thievery. Never let them know where you live because one day you may come home and find all your stuff missing. Then you are left standing in the middle of you empty house, apartment, cabin, tent wondering why. But you know why.

Four - Largely because of reason number three your money is always the first spent there isn’t a trade off. Some of the excuses if she has/had money is I’ve lost my wallet, I forgot my wallet, I get paid on Friday, I had to lend money to friend, relative, etc. either way you are spending your money and she isn’t spending hers. Once your money is gone she is probably not far behind.

Five -they really only pretend to like you …sort of like strippers …well a lot like strippers and to no surprise if they have a job its probably stripper, face it lots of trashy white girls are strippers. Now I know if you are a guy you are thinking having a stripper girl friend is a good thing right. Well it can be but usually items one, two, and three apply and along with number four and while you are all stunned by all the ah…hmm… free adult entertainment you tend not to notice all the bad things happening to you. Ignorance is bliss but it’s really distraction ….oooh look a nickel… soo pretty and shiny must have…stuff gone.


So while I may pause, I smile and keep walking. Never look back because you’ll get hit by a car and die didn’t you see meet joe black. Duh.

This one needs a disclaimer, I really don’t like this part of blogging but it is necessary, If you are reading this nothing said above is about anyone I know. They are just humorous, well my attempt at humorous generalizations.

Other stuff tomorrow.

Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Sherman had to sit this one out

Was strolling down memory lane today. Came across a file labeled DUCK

Hmm wonder what this contains.

Two boys walking
One walking a bit faster than the other
One saying slow down
One saying no, you walk faster
No then the other boy stops and sits on the ground -

the sitting down while walking is the tantrum equivalent of I’m gonna hold my breath until I die.

And we’re walking, and we’re walking … this is where the file gets it’s name DUCK from.

Rock to the head.

Yup a rock to the head.

And we’re bleeding. Yay! Blood from a head wound.

Now the boy who couldn’t possibly walk any faster is running.

Running. Really you throw a rock and now you’re running.

And we’re running , we’re chasing, we’re catching, we are about to have sweat revenge

OVERLORD

The trial ensues

What happened?

He wouldn’t slow down

He threw a rock at my head and I’m bleeding

The guilty party is…

Yup the one with the bleeding head… which needed stitches too by the by.

DUCK indeed

Gee Mr. Peabody can we find more fun places to visit in the way-back machine.


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

stuffy stuff

No the rain is not my fault, that is Rob McKenna’s fault. He is the rain god not me.

While I find the advertising in Snapple’s new ad campaign to be humors and they do make me laugh.

Like the phone call from the jungle “We just found better stuff ’

Leading to the phrase the best stuff on earth just got better. Suspended disbelief engaged but is that actually possible? Can the best stuff really get better? Hmmm

Then stuff that just makes me giggle …. Stuffy stuff and bester stuff, …

Then the eeeh… good stuff for bettering?

However, in all the giggles and smiles of the bester stuff and stuffy stuff.

I think Snapple has pegged upon on society psyche, which really isn’t that hard to do. Moo, Whiney or Bah depend on which flock you wanna be in .

Madison knows

However, we on that ever quest for bester stuff and don’t really see the best stuff around us or even the stuffy stuff that is just grand.

I figure that I’m as guilty as the next person for not always seeing the good things around me.

There isn’t always better stuff out there though. There is just other stuff.

I don’t even drink Snapple

Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Mr. Spock to the bridge...

Thinking today, a bit too much, cleaning and thinking, shopping and thinking, sitting and thinking, thinking and thinking about the thinking.

The thing that had me stuck lately is that how can some people have no sense of logic.

I mean I do stupid stuff and I stop it

If someone says there is a logical explanation for this or that, then I’m ok, yeah I see. Moving forward.

What if you can’t move forward not because of anything you are doing?

Time to move.

Logical. I know what to do. So do it. Complicated not impossible but complicated.

All the choices I make right now come back around to a few key immovable points.

How high can the tide of insanity and illogical, petty posturing get before it all falls down.

I’m not sure, we’ll see. The lack of solidarity also has me troubled.

In other news… I’m not the happiest boy in the world

(say it again in a 5 year old falsetto…do it)

The happiest boy in world

See it sound happily sarcastic that way. Yeah I’m not that guy.

I am a glass is half full kind of person … sometimes the glass if half full of poison but it’s only half full

A box of crap wrapped up in Christmas paper is still a box full of crap even if looks good on the outside.

I am partly cloudy, I look into the dark sometimes and like what I see there, it’s a lot more honest than the painted on happy, happy, joy, joy faces people put on. No I do not mean anyone specifically I’m making generalizations, which are bad you should just give specifics.

I do write about the things that bother me more than I write about the things I’m happy about because I need to get the stuff that bothers me out of my head I like the happy stuff in there. It helps me to keep the really dark stuff suppressed… well they only bothers me in my dreams most of the time.

So I dump it out here so I can move on … I know sorry, I’ll try to mix it up a bit more

On the sunny side of things Plan 2 started and it’s yummy. I even got an omen that it was time to start plan 2. I know I would share but that spoils it…. Spoils it.

Plan 2 will have some sub parts and will even bleed into plan 3 and there will be more details later but just not right now.

Plan one in case you haven’t been following is completed. If you are lost so am it’s ok. Stop and ask for directions at the nearest cerebral sign posts. If they tell you to head to the place with the creates and a corridor you should avoid that area. That is wear the demons hide.

Other stuff tomorrow, you can decide if it’s better. GI JOE in 6 days. yupyup



Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,