Were they talking about the band or the device? Because the latter really changes things a bit

Now I wish I could say I knew the band Belle and Sebastian by name before I heard it on (500) Days of Summer, but alas I can not say that

“…Color my life with the chaos of trouble...”

Related but not is the following

The middle finger game is a game we used to play, it’s not the most brilliant game in the world and it’s not exactly dangerous. The danger comes from non participants you’ll see why later.

The name of the game says it all you extent your middle finger in the direction of another player.

Once the game starts it never ends and you are on a team of one. Yes you all by yourself against all other participants. It is a game like sumo wrestling in that each match is over quickly, but it is not a sport and you don’t have to wear that … ah… well what would you call that sumo gear… anyway no other equipment is necessary for the game, which is not a sport.

The middle finger game is only a game and forever shall be only a game and there is no professional level, it is played merely for the love of the game. Now I’m sure there will be some know it all prick that bounces along and makes it a sport and a professional level thing just to show it can be done. Just because it can be doesn’t mean it should be .. Back on topic.

So we played this game. We being; the other one, the peacemaker, the cool park ranger, and me and a few others have joined in as well. In play you may recruit persons to aid you in the delivery of a middle finger but only you must supply the middle finger not your helper. If they deliver the middle finger they are the player and they get the win and you are back to square one. An example of an assist would be in a crowded room, lets say a restaurant, and you enlist a server to go to your opponent and point in your direction. When your opponent looks … BLAM middle finger is what they see and your smiling face behind it. WIN for you. Simplest game in the world.

On the losing end of the win, it is customary to hang your head in shame for a second and admit you have been bested. This is only if you are the receiver of the finger and not the delivery maker.

Clear a mud

This game can be played any where, at anytime.

Mainly it is played as you pass your opponents in your regular day to day outings. Always, stay on your toes, you must be ever vigilant, and have to be on the look out for them. You opponents can be anywhere.

The first person to spot, and deliver a middle finger to the opponent wins. Your opponent must recognize that you have delivered the finger for a win to occur so you can’t call them on the phone and say boo-yah.

Now the dangerous bit is this, you may mistake a person as an opponent and then you fly the middle finger salute … oops you have misfired and you are obligated to tell the person who you thought you tagged about your mistake.

There is no time limit on when this must be done but you have to tell them. Own your shame. Own it!

Shaming Example

I was driving and I see the light green SUV of the cool park ranger coming toward me… muhahaha… (I think)

Why am I thinking maharaja because I’m an evil genius and I’m not in my regular car so I am in stealth mode. My vehicle and his are getting closer … and closer… and FIRE…

OH NO! It’s not the cool park ranger…

It is a bewildered looking older guy park ranger… my smile quickly changes to OOOPS…

I have just flipped off a kindly older gentleman park ranger. I owned my shame then and now again for your enjoyment.

After my incident of shame I became a bit gun shy about firing at park ranger vehicles and lost many subsequent passing to the cool park ranger with his middle finger tall over the steering wheel and his full on toothy smile bright like a halogen spot light illuminating his middle finger.

Also this is a game of fun and not revenge. You should only play with people you like so you can laugh about your mistaken identity blasts (shaming incidents)… like my aforementioned misfire to the kindly older gentleman park ranger. Related to that the cool park ranger knew the kindly older gentleman park ranger and he had been tagged before by the other one or the peacemaker as well. I’m sure the thought the world had gone mad or at least held something against kindly older park rangers.

So rally your pals for the grand game of middle finger tag… you’ll love the fun. Hope you don’t ever get punched which is a real risk if you aren’t in your car or if your state has aggressive driving laws which might get a citation playing if you misfire to a cop in an unmarked vehicle. YIKES and stuff. Play safe and have fun.



In other news…

Even more snow melted today and the cats are bonkers, bonkers I tell you.

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

Ciao,

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,

Not sure what I was thinking today but I needed to get it out of my head

Nom, nom, nom… crunch… nom, nom, nom… crunch… nom, nom, nom.
Celery is yummy… nom, nom, nom.

Unrelated to the celery but at my work there are several restrooms there are two mob style restrooms for each gender one locked for employees only and the other open for the general public. Total 4 mob style restrooms … if you don’t know the term it is a room with multiple fixtures for making number one or number two, usually each fixture is separated by a full or partial wall … usually.

Then there are two addition single seat restrooms. That the management has deemed to be unisex, but they should just be listed as female only. They are decorated for women and in an office of 90% women … any guy would be stupid to use either of those single seat restrooms. One I’m not sure why anyone uses one of them because it’s a fairly high traffic area. I try not to walk by that area at all but sometimes I have to.

The second reason for not using either of these is if you blow up the restroom as in you have to number 2 and it makes your eyes water … it just reeks. You know beer, eggs, beans, throw in a bit of lactose intolerant and paint thinner … you know the sort of reek that lighting a match smells like reek and a lit match. If you blow up a restroom like that, there is going to be someone on the other side of the door waiting to go in. Always.

Third if there ever is a mess, and I mean ever… in a single seat restroom and you are a guy who uses that restroom even once in 99 years, you will be blamed for any and all messes that occur in that restroom. Not just the mess…yup the reek smell too will forever be your problem as well even if you are innocent. And I know you ladies can drop a bathroom bomb that will singe the hair off a rhino just like a lot of guys can.

I may be stupid but I am not a dummy


In other news…

They are thinking about re-making Ferris Buller’s Day off…???? Why? That serves no purpose

I’ve lost something too… but I’m not sure what or where.

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

Ciao,

I think that's your skull...

I didn’t have a sister growing up… I don’t have one now for that matter. I think I would have benefited greatly by having a sister. Just a guess… I’m not sure. There is a lot that I could go into with this but saying there is a void there.

I suppose I could get a sister. Any volunteers?

It’s one of those things we look across the fence and see greener grass.

Having only brothers there was no limit to sharing the restroom. You know if one person is in the shower it’s not a problem to just walk into the bathroom and go about your business. Well that was in our house.

I’m finding that what happened in my family wasn’t what happened in a lot of other families. There are good things and bad things about that as well.

So with a sister there would have been stricter rules about the bathroom.
Which may have led to a second bathroom in the house. Less cussing. Less hitting. Less stabbing.

Yes my brother stabbed me… only a little. I stabbed the same one with a fork at one point… he stabbed me with a sword.

Then there was the machete incident… yes that does say machete… ah… what can I say it was one of those time when you start playing and then someone gets a chip in their skull when the machete blade clangs into the side of their head. Not my head..

Hey he has a really cool scar… and it isn’t really that big.

So yeah with a sister there would have been some one there to say you’re being stupid boys why don’t you stop. We may have listened to a sister.

College started this week my classes seem to have some interesting students this semester. Fingers crossed.





In other news…

There is no such thing as love… it’s fantasy. I’m trying to wrap my head completely around this one but I think it’s true. It is this thing we’ve made up to make our selves miserable. I’ll get back around to that.

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

Ciao,

Did she say Hey instead of Hi?

Most days pass without anything remarkable happening in them at all.

Now that statement may be seen in a variety of ways. Pragmatic, pessimistic, defeatist, ambivalent, safe, cautious, sad, curious … and a slew of others.

Perspective …is how we see things the way they are or how we want them to seem.

Perhaps one perspective is entirely valid while at the same time another is as well and equally valid. The trouble is that most of the time the one perspective we tend hold as true is our own and utter reject any other.

Why is it that way? What is so important about this thing or that?

You know Shakespeare may not have been the best writer of his day, perhaps he just had a better agent or just happened to be lucky that his stuff didn’t burn in the many fires that ravaged London, which even took his theatre.

Do we like Bill because it’s good… well yes it is good, great even but is it the best of his day? We don’t know.

Perspective. Usually the perspective that is given the most convincing argument is the one that is held as true, even if it is an utter falsehood.

Hell people have killed for lies they held as true…because of perspective.

In other news…

The cold snap continues.
The college started again.
The movie is on in the DVD player which is going to be stopped soon so I can slumber.

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

Ciao,

Jack Frost and Queen Mab

Man it’s cold.

Ok it’s cold, like cold man cold.

I know that seems so obvious a thing to state…yet I say again it is cold.

My mind swims with things to say and then when I sit at the keys the tides all flood at once across the sand which are my thoughts. They lay hither and yon now.

Of late they have been vexed by Mab, the queen
And oft’ hast her chariot tumbled ‘cross o’er my brow
Haunting my slumber with the empty vessel which she sells
Fill it how you wish, she bade
To fill it now is a task which can not be
For the container it is lost

In my hands the cuts run deeply and tendons bare
Gore and sinew bathe the ground ‘neath my feet
Knees torn from the gravel path
and empty space from the queen’s minions feast
Tis stolen from my house

I mourn
I do not mourn

Alas the lies I can not speak
Hark I plea wait for me my Captain
Lion of the Gascony guard I would to be your second.
While our hearts know too well the grace of will,
Our hideous form suited only for the worst of men’s hearts


In other news… things start a new on the morrow



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

Ciao,

Slipping into the void

Slipping into the void

Well I guess that is not technically correct as I didn’t really slip into the void I was sort of of in limbo and became invisible. Ironic.

My computer died a little bit and in filling my time with all sorts of things which were not internet related in the mean while. Mainly it was reading a few things. As I didn’t have the computer I fell out of my habit of writing. It was of course right when nanomo was starting so I failed at that utterly, at least in the putting words to page part of that, but in the thinking about the idea it was rather productive.

Back to the little bit of death of the computer though. I thought computers were intended to make our lives easier and less complicated. I’ve learned in the two months without the use of a computer for my personal things that this isn’t true. However, the evils of technology is another rant.

On the plus side technology has made life a bit more entertaining. Which I enjoy, the rest of it not so much.

The kitten thing I posted earlier was indeed the cutest thing ever … just good fun.

Stunt boy and I went to see Doodle to the cheer thing which just happened to be on the sidelines of a game at the round ball house in the county tonight. Knights won, Spartans died. Met the boy Doodle is interested in now. He seems nice and he was polite. Well not like a good plan would be to be un-polite meeting the father of the girl you like for the first time.

In other news… it may snow again… I have a spoon under the bed.



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

Ciao,