Ate too much to be productive

Seriously

Well okay I finally lost enough inches to be able to sit close enough to the keyboard to "type" yes it it s a well known fact I type about as well as Tiger keeps it in his pants.

Happy Holidays - Merry Xmas - Happy Hanukkah - Happy Kwanzaa - Merry Festivus

did I offend everyone? well that brings me to the purpose of my post....

When did we become such arrogant bastards that the act of someone wishes us well, or glad tidings arouse such anger in our minds that we rant and rave?

it's Merry Christmas not Happy Holidays you idiot....

Hey if someone wants to wish me good tidings I should accept them right? I thought so....

then I started to think in the manner I normally do and I said "Hey wait - do I really like people projecting their beliefs on me? "

i.e. You do not know me from Adam so you being in a jolly jovial frame of mind fell driven to share this heart felt wonder with me. You spout off what you either believe is my belief driven theme for the Holidays or yours...Merry Xmas. You feel better as you have just bestowed on me some sort of token of good will towards your fellow man. I being the hypothetical jackass take umbrage as I being Pagan for that moment only celebrate Festivus and therefore do not recognize the supposed birth of Christ as being Dec 25th . Insulted by your lack of sensitivity to my beliefs and enraged by the audacity you have to try and project your beliefs upon me, I offer you as a burnt sacrifice to the gods.

So I now am in opposition to my original feelings about this exchange of good will.

tsk tsk - I despite being proud of my ability to play devil's advocate have undermined my own desire to lighten the mood of the world. Why can't we take a simple exchange of good tidings and accept them for that???? Wouldn't it be a better place to live in this whimsical bliss of a society?

Think about it - if someone, anyone, wished you whatever it was to make you happy, should you accept it? Who cares if they said it in some phrase or language that made no sense to you.

FlaFlansah !!!!

So my advice and original intent stands - get your head out of your ass and wake up to the fact there might be a moment where someone truly wishes you good will, if only for a second.

Ho Ho Holy poop it costs a lot for Christmas

Well it is that blessed time of year again.....
hey sleigh bells ring-a-ling, cash registers sing-a-ling ,as we spend the corporate doll-a-lol-ar.

okay I can't write a carol to save Al Yankovic's shiny white bum....( bad visual image and I am just guessing what it looks like so correct me if I am wrong )

But seriously what happened to the days of yore when Christmas time was all about the spirit of giving and the joy of receiving....for it is now a time of bean counting and score keeping.

****I gave her a $XX.XX sweater and all she got me was this lousy $X.XX snuggie ****

/laughs to himself (Whats was that R&V ? /scoffs you thought someone might hear a Capricorn at X-mas) (Sorry I needed to needle you about something and I know you truly love the... wait for it .... angels making that heavenly sound AAAH-AAH Snuggie)

Everything has changed. I miss my beloved cartoon / claymation christmas specials. The island of misfit toys, Bumbles bounce don't you know, and the burgermister misterburger to name a few.

Prep & Landing WTH is that?????

Okay maybe I am being a little rigid and olde fashion but really wasn't the stuff I grew up on Good Enough???

The light competitions, the sales starting in July, really now folks what is it all about anymore ? keeping up with the Jones'?

I miss the magic, the pure joy of it all. I truly expect this year to see someone text me from next to the tree, thanking me for their gift.

Our youth has lost their conversations skills to texting. They are drones to corporate America only interested in the monetary gain of the holiday.

OMG my co-worker told me his daughter did not yell down last night to say "Good Night Mom & Dad" she did a sms text to landline instead. Bring Ring - hello - this is a text message from 555-555-1212 "Goodnight Mom & Dad" - did anyone see R&V just twitch, seriously did she?


Well call me Scrooge , Grinch , Charlie in the Box - whatever.... I am not against Christmas or a pouty poopey lip. I just want the true meaning of Christmas back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your sole purpose in the Universe is ?????

Well maybe that is a little misleading but you with get the point by the time I am done.

Perhaps Captain Obvious would have been a good title also but I digress....so on to the party.

What is it with people and places that just don't get it?

example #1 -
Drive-thru teller: May I take your order?
You: Toasted Chicken Club Sandwich
Them: Would you like cheese?
You: Please
Them: Mustard, Mayo, or Honey-Mustard?
You: Mustard
Them: Would you like it toasted?
You: ***sound of shotgun being cocked*** what did I order idiot? Toasted Chicken Club - doesn't that imply toasted?


example #2 -
Them: Welcome to KFC can I take your order?
You: Yes I would like a 3 piece dinner..
Them: I'm sorry sir/ma'am we are out of chicken.
You: ....
You: ....
You: .... /stare /glance at the sign above the door /stare
You: I'm sorry did you say your out of chicken?
Them: /annoyed Yes!
You: Exactly what is the purpose of this food outlet? Chicken! and your out? Hmmmm ... what else could you fail to achieve today? breathing? existence? cognitive thought? Are you kidding me? No Chicken? ( this never actually came out of my mouth but it has been in my head ever since.)

They should have just put a closed sign in the window that read..."Closed because we are stupid and have no chicken even though it is the only thing we do."

Oh and for the record I am not the only person to experience this nor was it a one time thing.
I can understand if you had some moronic sale like 5 pieces free if you can tell us what well are supposed to sell here and the whole world came by. I mean even Popeye's brings an extra truckload in for their big sales. However this was just an average day.

I guess Darwin didn't count on the Fast food industry screwing up the "Survival of the fittest" theory. It is amazing that we have evolved so far and yet have these microcosms of complete brain failure that are so prevalent in society.

Okay your task now is to learn your purpose and not screw it up.


P.S. Fathers your sole purpose is to keep your daughter of the pole. (thanks Chris Rock)

Domonick vs. Rudolff

Well it's not the post I promised R&V but it is very appropirate for this time of year....

This is an old Italian XMas tune and I just love the way these guys did a tribute to it.


Enjoy

winter is nigh

It is that season again and Jack has been breathing at the back of my neck. It is with mixed emotions that I welcome him.
I do so miss the sun on my face, but the cuddling time is nigh. It is a time when two, so close as to share the same place, can say nothing and in that so much.
The silence is comforting.
The rhythm of two hearts eases the tension and melts the cold grasp stress places on us.
Warmth shared as it was your own.
Leave the troubles of the world at the door to be washed away with the snow melting from your boots.
Join me.
We shall make paradise midst the throws and cushions of the couch and await the warmth of the Spring.

oh bugger me

Out in the Park, on the bike, the chain whipping past
The last throws of summer, before the chilling winter blast.

The squirrels run amuck through the leaves loud as thunder
Are they having fun, yes this thought I do wonder.

I saw a murder in the Park, of course it was crows
And I must have counted 20 or 30 of those.

The sound is was haunting, eerie, spooky, yet cool
I can tell that old Alfred was far from a fool.

The light is waning and night draws closer still
Remember these thoughts, I always will.

Don’t you hate trying to write poetry? It seems like you get stuck in this silly rhyming and it never ends. I know that there are other styles and I never seem to find the time to actually explore them enough to learn their form. Sometimes I just want to capture those feelings in words for posterity sake.

not again....

Well I guess it was always inevitable, I mean after all it is my mind.

Needed sleep before going back into work.
Settled in and told myself...."We need to get some sleep"

the next 3 hours where like Sunday dinner at an Italian Families house...( No Offense because you will agree it is true)

It was like 20 different conversations all going on at the same time with each one competing to be heard over the rest. Each one escalating louder and louder.

Oh sure three was the occasional pause as a new course came out, but it was short lived and then back at it full bore.

It has been awhile and perhaps I though ( mistakenly of course ) that I could simple quiet them all and get a short nap, but I was WRONG.

It was like trying to rationalize with a bunch of two year old children. Although they may have been more receptive.

I thought I would just revisit this here since my friend R&V always laugh about "Just do it" or "Just breathe"

well off to argue with the minions once again

Phoenix -1901

Lyrics to 1901 :
Counting all different ideas drifting away
Past and present -- they don't matter. Now the future's sorted out
Watch, you're moving in elliptical pattern Think it's not what you say What you say is way too complicated For a minute thought I couldn't tell how to fall out.

It's 20 seconds 'til the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
Lie down, you know it's easy like we did it all summer long
And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey hey"
It's not a miracle we needed, and no I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling

Girlfriend, you know your girlfriend's drifting away
Past and present, 1855-1901
Watch them build up a material tower
Think it's not gonna stay anyway
Think it's overrated For a minute, thought I couldn't tell how to fall out

It's 20 seconds to the last call, going "hey hey hey hey hey" Lie down, you know it's easy, like we did it all summer long And I'll be anything you ask and more, going "hey hey hey hey hey" It's not a miracle we needed, and no, I wouldn't let you think so Falling, falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling, falling

Autumn - where has the magic gone.

The trees are changing into their winter wear…leaves of colours and branches bare.
Hob Goblins and Specters abound in bushes and trees, lurking around corners and dancing in the leaves that decorate the ground.

The wind now has a bite, she is brisk and chilled. You adjust your hat and tighten your scarf round your neck when she is near.

This once was a time of joy and eagerness. Minds filled with thoughts of Bobbing for Apples, and sweet treats or tricks. Imaginations running wild, no limitations on costume design.

Alas where has that magic gone….. the season has lost it’s hold on my pyshce.

Perhaps it is the woes of adult life that crushes that creativity…who is to say.

This year I know that my thoughts are more with dear friends and their unhappiness.
They number too many for my liking and that would be any number at all. This was donned the name “The Year of Change” and it has been so in many lives. It troubles my soul that I cannot ease their pain. I do earnestly hope that knowing this helps them cope.

...I wish for the days to hear them suffer no more and perhaps that the magic returns.....

Why make the Air Marshall raise your child?

Okay...it takes a village to raise a child has it's merits. However I don't think it affords the parents the ability to just check out.

I was on a flight the other day and a Family unit of four was assigned to the row of seats behind me...( AC DF ).

Of course the adults sat side by side and the 2 child units were across the aisle behind me. Mom instantaneously asleep, either out of exhaustion or taking advantage of the fact someone else would be stuck with the kids. Male figure ( I am guessing Mom's boyfriend and not biological father) trying to ignore the kids but perhaps guilted into dealing with them...

Kids are playing with the trays up/down up/down... nail polish??? do I smell nail polish on a plane. A tiny compartment where the air is recycled. Isn't that rude and shouldn't it be prohibited?
"Have we left the state yet??" "Is that Madeline's house?" what was next "Are we there yet?"

OMG I think I want the Air Marshall to taze them.

NEW FAA regulations should be parents sit in front of their kids or in the seat adjacent to them.

Don't make me suffer for your poor foresight to use contraception.

Now maybe that would be something I would pay extra for - No kids flight like a No Candy aisle at the market.

I was willing to bribe them $5 each to not say a word for the whole flight....and if the did they would have to pay me. (should have had the hutzpah to actually do it).

Inspiration Persperation Desperation

Well I was pondering the reasons why people blog. Where do they find their inspiration? What spawns the creative process?

For me it is a reactive/creative process. I become privy to, participate in a conversation about a topic. The topic sparks something in my mind that I feel the need to voice an opinion about.

Sometimes it is a lot of work, sometimes the rebuttal flows like a great river. Of late there is nothing but a dry river bed.

I am uninspired by the government. Actually I am sickened by the fact it resembles a 1st grade elementary class...Liar Liar pants on fire....I am rubber and your glue..... I'm not listening I'm not listening... well you get the picture.

I never feel desperate to write.... sure I feel guilty that I haven't written, I somehow feel that I owe the four people that read me something and it better not be dribble.

Lately though, the creative well has been empty. I perhaps have not been involved in any great debate, or intellectually stimulated enough to be creative.

It is not rock bottom, but it feels like it.

I am in a rut. I had an interesting conversation that touched on "Urinal Mint Mentality" but I didn't have anywhere to go with that really.

One of my dear Friends writes a lot and with all due respect even her posts have not sparked the creative juices in me. I do adore her and enjoy her blog, I dare say I miss it when she doesn't post.

There was a very controversial blogger that was a riot to read... the blogs were edgy and controversial... they often got me started on something or another... but "alas poor Yurik, I knew him well"... /thanks W.S.

I could try some poetry... perhaps.
Haiku - not so much.... :-(

Need a spark, need something to ignite the passion in my mind. I long for the fire to blaze and my synapses to go into overload with thoughts.

Ah I miss the days where I could not type (side note I type like crap and as slow as Molasses in January) fast enough to keep up with the ideas that were racing in my mind. I would lose track of where my tangential thoughts were taking me.

So I dream that soon I shall return to the mental plane where lively conversations abound and blogable thoughts are aplenty.


"The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education." - Albert Einstein

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I'm sorry what did you just say?????

So I bumped into some friends the other day. Well truth be told I stopped by unexpectedly.

Don't get the wrong idea about me...there was an invitation extended once, and I finally said "Hey...I'm in the area why not now?"

So I hope I wasn't interrupting or intruding.

Anyways back to the blog. During the wonderful conversations that occurred there was a phrase that was uttered that left the rest of us looking like "I'm sorry what did you just say, and what does that mean exactly?"

the answer will be revealed some other day, but it reminded me of all those lovely phrases people come up with.

"Circus Bear Technology" - a phrase invented by some fellas I met while working at SUNY Empire state. Basically it was in reference to how some things got fixed with the same type of technology or what seemed to be the mentality behind a grizzly riding a tiny motorcycle or 17 clowns piled into a tiny car.

"Busier than a one armed paper hanger" ( personally I prefer a different variation - one legged man in an ass-kicking competition) - think about it visualize what would happen as he tried to kick someone in the bum and how that would make him busy.

From a friend who works in the telecommunications industry this little gem. "Communication - Just because we sell it doesn't mean we practice it." when referencing the inability to disseminate information through the company.

I don't think things like FUBAR or PEBKAC apply other than the fact they are funny they are don't really elicit the same kinda of ???? stare.

**** PEBKAC refers to the problems encounter by IT support people. Problem exists between keyboard and chair which leads to SEU syndrome (stupid end user).

Well hopefully I will get some interesting replies or comments which will add to the list.



toodles.

That's not right! really

So the morning was filled with all kinds mundane events until the morning episode of R&V's blog.


MICROWAVED COFFEE !!!!!!!

gross - I can't drink that and I think it is just so wrong. so Ta-dah, my blog.

I am mean really is it that hard to make a new pot? I mean are there any good reasons not to?

How much does a pot cost. hmmmm

Let's say $6.00 for a pound okay and 8 scoops for 8-10 cups. and you get like what more than 12 pots per can right? so 50 cents worth of coffee maybe.

water - mostly free.

electric - probably cheaper than firing up the microwave or if it is a small one (microwave - keep it clean ladies) it's a wash

so Why drink nasty, worse than college cafeteria coffee for a mere 50 cents worth of savings?


You will wait in line for 20 minutes to save less than that on a tank of gas!

You know you will or at least know someone that will.

3 cents a gallon times 12-15 gallons per tank is 36-45 cents. Yet we still see lines around the block if the pumps across the street are 3 cents cheaper.

Another thing that is not right is the waitress carrying your juice or water glasses with her fingers in the glass.... um Hello.... that thing may have been just up your nose so I don't want it in my drink or touching my food.

Peeing in the pool - wrong!!!!

Why do we need signs that say
"Welcome to our ool - notice there is no P in it, please keep it that way!"
or
"we don't swim in your toilet, please don't pee in our pool!"

who raised these people????

okay so that is just a few things to start the weekend of with the brain working - enjoy


Ciao

Why people Why?

I have a friend (shocking to some of you /laughs)..
Well he is more like a brother...

He is amongst a group of people that doesn't like the current president. Daily I get emails from him about all the faults of the current administration.

So today i pondered... Why?

Why do people spend hours and hours finding and pointing out these supposed flaws? Do they really think this stuff never happened before? The countless hours and energy spent on this type of undertaking could easily have been directed at something more ...


almost said useful but in retrospect perhaps if the ultimate outcome causes people to become more involved in politics to vote out the fella then it was of some use, perhaps not for the better but I do not judge politics. I have no side, I think they are all crooked to some extent and it boils down to which one is worse.

getting back on topic, productive. Really spend that time promoting a good cause, fight for legislation to find a cure for something like cancer, raise your arms and shout for legislation against child abuse. Carry the torch for the betterment of mankind.

Your guy lost, buck-up and move on. It is not like the country was all roses and sunshine on the day before he took office right????? really ask yourself that.

So again "Why people Why?"

negative energy spurns negativity and that is more of blight than anything else.... strive for some higher ground.

Negative Karma Footprints. If your not going to do any good, do no harm either.

thanks for making me aware and all, but ask me if I care first, because there are many things more important to me...the world, than see what he/she did.

I thought we gave up "Mom, he's touching me... he's on my side of the couch...." in high school.


/steps down from the soapbox and says "Next"

4 lettered Words

Well I was beating myself up over not blogging for a while and a four lettered word was uttered.....


Why do four lettered words intigue us so much????
as kids we get all giggley about them , wether we say them or just overhear them.

Work is a four-lettered word, not in the list but somedays it should be.
TGIF ( technically not a word ) but that shouldn't be in the list anyways since it is a good thing.

As kids we can't remember to brush our teeth , how to do long division, if we have homework.... but if we hear a four lettered word in any language... Bam, Zapp, Kapow... imprinted for life in our minds.

oh and on a different subject acronyms becoming words...

TGIF is an acronym right? so is PEBKAC, FUBAR and SNAFU to name of few. some we spell, some we make up words for what they spell. FUBAR = foo-bar, TGIF is not Tee-gif.

So what is with OB/GYN????

it is not an acronym, its an amalgameted abbreviation. so why spell it out? was Ob-gin taken?

that was a 15 minute discussion - which ended in who really knows and who really cares.

.... funny joke about men taking notes - something about there was a call from the Guy No college about the Pabst Beer....I didn't think you liked beer?


anyways I think I am all over the place today, probably from too much drinking on Facebook. :-)

Well off to reak more havoic on society.

toodles.

Portmanteau

"Portmanteau word" is used to describe a linguistic blend, namely "a word formed by blending sounds from two or more distinct words and combining their meanings."

Such a definition of "portmanteau word" overlaps with the grammatical term contraction, and linguists avoid using the former term in such cases. As an example: the words do + not become the contraction don't, a single word that represents the meaning of the combined words.


Wikipedia (pronounced /ˌwiːkiˈpiːdiə/ or /ˌwɪkɨˈpiːdiə/) is a multilingual, Web-based, free-content encyclopedia project. The name "Wikipedia" is a portmanteau of the words wiki (a type of collaborative Web site) and encyclopedia. Wikipedia's articles provide links to guide the user to related pages with additional information.

Users should be aware that not all articles are of encyclopedic quality from the start: they may contain false or debatable information. Indeed, many articles start their lives as partisan; and, after a long process of discussion, debate, and argument, they gradually take on a neutral point of view reached through consensus. Others may, for a while, become caught up in a heavily unbalanced viewpoint which can take some time—months perhaps—to achieve better balanced coverage of their subject. In part, this is because editors often contribute content in which they have a particular interest and do not attempt to make each article that they edit comprehensive. However, eventually, additional editors expand and contribute to articles and strive to achieve balance and comprehensive coverage. In addition, Wikipedia operates a number of internal resolution processes that can assist when editors disagree on content and approach. Usually, the editors eventually reach a consensus on ways to improve the article.

So this post is pure Gobbledygook or gobbledegook (sometimes gobbledegoo, gobbledeegook or other forms is an English term used to describe nonsensical language. Which of course is a made up word, an onomatopoeic imitation of a turkey's gobble.

Onomatopoeia or onomatopœia, from the Greek ὀνοματοποιία (ὄνομα for "name" and ποιέω for "I make"), is one or more words that imitate or suggest the source of the sound they are describing. Common occurrences include animal noises, such as "oink" or "meow" or "roar".

in closing this is all fluffshit (fluff & bullshit) besides does anyone even read me anymore?????

Zero

OK here is an interesting conversation and it revolves around me being me and the how somethings can just be twisted into such interesting topics.

what is zero? it is the lack of something right? So what is zero degrees? Zero MPH or KPH is the lack of speed or no speed. So is Zero degrees the lack of temperature? Impossible right.
If you have temperature you have some measurable amount.

**so at this point one party is frustrated.

it is a reference to a base point. Like Zero degrees Celsius is 32 degrees Fahrenheit. Still I argue "So someone just said this is the temperature and I will call it zero and this arbitrary scale will measure the difference from this point?" ridiculous.


somehow this was more interesting before I wrote it - sorry.

Now I meant this to be a legitimate post and not "Fluff" , but I am disappointed in it. I am not going to delete it so you can read something.

Friends...............**Stolen from Facebook but too nice not to share **

Friends by Veronica Ann Cech

Friendship . . .. . .
is you.. . .
is love.. . .
is shared.. . .
is forgiving.. . .
is understanding.. . .
is shared secrets.. . .
heals many hurts.. . .
is not judgmental.. . .
is shared laughter.. . .
is slow and steady.. . .
can be angry at times.. . .
is dependable and true.. . .
is more precious than silver or gold.. . .
is meant to be savored like fine wine.. . .
is not perfect, much like we are not perfect.. . .
does not hold grudges or demand perfection.. . .
makes all the wrong things in life, right somehow.. . .
is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day.. . .
is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times.. . .
just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden.. .
is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds.. . .
is strength when you are too weak to notice its there.. . .
is a cherished moment of mutual understanding.. . .
reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold.. . .
is a refreshing rain on a hot day.. . .
is sunshine through the clouds.. . .
cannot be forced or induced.. . .
is relaxed and comfortable.. . .
is a shoulder to lean on.. . .
is an ear to whine to.. . .
gets better with age.. . .
is shared tears.. . .
is shared pain.. . .
is shared joy.. . .
is shared.. . .
is love.. . .
is you.

makes you think

as I drift off to sleep I recollect random thoughts of the day and I realize that despite how much I thin I am in control of my life I am not!

Sure we think we are. We think we can change the way we react to situations , that we can learn from our past mistakes and make better decisions......NOT.

Okay well maybe we can but a lot of time we don't. We fall back into the same routines that we have learned, that have become ingrained in our behavior.

We pick the same kind of mates we always have despite how different they seem at first or how different we think they are, even how different we think we have become.

But do we really change? Behavioral patterns and programmed responses take control when we are tired and not cognizant of their presence.

I hope I can be strong enough and aware enough to make the change. I do not want to stay in the detrimental relationships of yore. Stuck in the groundhog day of hell that I view my former life as.

Stick to your guns....Let the promise of a new joy be the Sun that guides you and warms your soul as you begin to enjoy life again....

washed away

...Rode in the rain last night. Sure it was sunny and promising when I started out. The air smelled fresh and I ached to be on the road where the wind seems to strip away the stress of life.

after a bit I saw the clouds rolling in and it was a question of how far could I get before getting wet. I did not think "Geez if I turn back now I can get home dry" for turning back was not an option.

Funny thing after I got soaked I almost was glad. The rain seem to help purge me of even more stress. I totally escaped this reality and entered a new one. All I concentrated on was not getting hit and my only worries were if that puddle was covering a huge hole or just merely surface water.

The stress of the day was washed away and I was renewed. The cold water ran down my face and I could taste the salt of what was moments ago sweat. Onward I was driven towards my goal... a warm dry towel. It was not refuge but a reward.

Isn't it odd how things that outwardly seem like they would be unpleasant often surprise us and become a joyful experience?

Welcome the unexpected and keep an open mind. Even the rose whose bloom smells so sweet is protected by it's thorns.

Often the prize is hidden from view, and even more sweet is it's reward.

idiots ... just idiots

Why cast stones and someone with so noble a cause??? Is there someone else that is a more fit champion for this? Are they more Pius and pristine?

I mean seriously, what is it about what he is trying to do that is A- so wrong B- self serving C- something more people should be doing but aren't!!!!!!

gives me shivers when I think about the beneficiaries and what he is trying to accomplish for them.

uh Hello????

for those of you who did follow me - Sorry.

enough said.

No this is not a filler blog, I actually felt the desire to write something. Yes partially out of guilt for being silent for so long and partially because after reading some of my friends work I felt like "hey I bet they would like to hear the voices in my head again."

*** No I have not been on some kind of psycho-neurological suppressants either.

I am an avid cyclists, no doubt more of a neurotic sort. I need the time on the pedals to calm my mind. I think clearly when I am out on the road/trail.

All kinds of things float through the though process during these outings. Unfortunately half of it I can't remember by the time I get back. The other gets interrupted by things like "F*(k that is a big dog, hope he doesn't chase me!" or "Hey buddy please take your car out of my a$$!" ...

So where was I?

recently I have been reminiscing all the one line zingers I have heard. This like "Stockholm Syndrome" (thanks R&V) what a great response it was and I just had to say Gosh I admire a mind as sharp as that. I have had the opportunity to quip back some in my time but now they all seem to be alluding me.... wait I remember one.

I was at a Hockey game and I tend to make all kinds of remarks about players, plays and what not. So this guy comes down the boards and he has his fingers in the mouth of the opponent. The small child in the front row asked why??? without missing a beat I spouted out with..."When he was growing up he wanted to be a dentist..." The lady in front of my shook her head and said "Where do you come up with this stuff???" as she laughed.


These small instances of genius are often quickly forgotten. They should be cherished though. In today's busy lifestyle a short respite born to life from a witticism is like a breath of fresh air, rejuvenating the psyche. Without them our minds might explode form the stress. So collect them in your memories and recall them often.

Honor them and their authors by being a racantour. Share the escape with others and save their sanity also.

Wonderful thoughts from a Mantra

I read this mantra and had to share these two thoughts:

Don't let a little dispute injure a great relationship!

Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck!

and for R&V this one be your mission statement:

Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.

About me

... Well it is a something I am not sure how to answer. What am I about???

I just told someone that my life is a fabrication. We were discussing "Reality Shows" - not documentaries (the only true reality show for even the news has a spin on it). Everything is scripted for an audience and a desired outcome - Cheesy if you ask me.

"Really" they replied "how is your life a fabrication?"

preface #1) Things I write on my blog are based on a myriad of things: emotions I am feeling now, emotions that I recall from the past, factoids from current relationships, creative musings that I think will color the story and even sarcasm. All of these things are then rolled around in my head until something I feel artistic is created, then it is edited somewhat to protect my actual identity or reality. Sure you can read into things and make assumptions, it is easy to because a lot of what I write is based on true events...but beware I do cloud things and alter details to hide the reality of it all.

preface #2) Life is what happens while your planning other things... really think about it because it is so true. Life doesn't stop until all the details of your week are finalized, it is a dynamic occurrence where you react to the moment and things occur even while you plan the next desired event.


... So back to my statement. My life is a fabrication of things I would like to occur. Merriam- Webster defines fabrication as the act or result of fabricating.

Main Entry:
fab·ri·cate
Pronunciation:
\ˈfa-bri-ˌkāt\
Function:
transitive verb
Inflected Form(s):
fab·ri·cat·ed; fab·ri·cat·ing
Etymology:
Middle English, from Latin fabricatus, past participle of fabricari, from fabrica
Date:
15th century
1 a: invent, create b: to make up for the purpose of deception 2: construct, manufacture ; specifically : to construct from diverse and usually standardized parts
— fab·ri·ca·tor \ˈfa-bri-ˌkā-tər\ noun

My life is a fabrication. It is constructed from diverse and usually standardized parts. It is also some what of a lie, the story of my life doesn't always get told true to the letter, nor does yours I suspect. We leave out certain facts and occurrences we wish to forget. Sometimes we tell it to make people think we are happy, sometimes it is to convince ourselves we are happy. Memories are how we recall the event and that can be subjective to how we feel now and how we felt then.

My life has not been what I envisioned it would be. That all came crashing down and now it is time to rebuild from the wreckage. I am creating or fabricating a new one and I am also trying to forget the old one.

I am fabricating my story to allow my true self to shine through, because what actually occurred seems to hamper my ability to be me.



p.s. don't forget the preface.

Short Respite

it was a short time away and I am not sure I am back yet but anyays....

There are times that self-reflection is some what like a fun house mirror. You aren't really getting a true image of what is really there, or perhaps rephrased reality isn't truly represented by the image you are perceiving.

It is during these times you need the brutely honest opinion of a friend to clean-up that image and tell you what is what thereby setting things straight.

I think I am fairly thick skinned abut things but if I feel I have wronged a friend or that the relationship has been somehow disrespected I ache through my soul over analyzing everything, replaying every word trying to understand what I may have done wrong.

Usually I have exaggerated every aspect of the incident and after hours of self torment I am enlightened to the fact I am the only one that feels that way.

There are other times where that friend has to say "Get your head out of your ass dummy!" because life is passing you by.

Thankfully it is during these times that I am reminded how truly blessed I am to have such great friends. Some of them read my blog, others have no clue that I write this drivel ( okay I know I am self depreciating again but hey it's my blog)

oh great I have lost my train of thought but I think I just wanted to thank all those whom support me , knowingly and unbeknownst to them.

Closed for Repairs

Ever need a little time to restructure your thoughts?

The list of things rattling around my bucket has grown too large and requires some attention.
Too many charities to devote energy to,
Not enough hours in the day to address all my concerns,
Need time in the Sun and need time with the feet up, drinking a cold beverage.

Closed for Repairs.

Never shuts down completely so its like working on a motor while its running.
Delicate surgery
Need to keep the rpms low or soemone will get hurt... mostly me


Check back from time to time - ETR is TBD

Life's what you make it

Baby, life's what you make it
Can't escape it
Baby, yesterday's favourite
Don't you hate it
Baby, life's what you make it
Don't backdate it
Baby, Don't try to shade it
Beauty is naked
Baby, life's what you make it
Celebrate it
Anticipate it
Yesterday's faded
Nothing can change it
Life's what you make it
Chorus: Everything's all right


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJWFbb4zSL0

Odd things said ... that make no sense

Well I am reminded of that character on SNL "Havenagudtime Vishinuwerehere" when he would quip about silly sayings like - Do not cross a bridge 'til you come to it - he posed the reply "no matter how fast you run you cannot cross a bridge until you come to it.

So Today I ponder the merits of "How does it feel to be a year older?"

Yes it is my Birthday and I am older and it has been a year since my last birthday obviously.

But Today I am not a year older - I am 1 day older...one day since yesterday and since it wasn't overnight that a year has passed so how would I be able to grasp that concept.

I reply in an amusing tone, "Hell I can't remember last week let alone last year!"

another interesting phrase is "don't hold your breath" when waiting for something... Like we would really be able to hold our breath that long it is biologically impossible.

okay enough negativity

Pass the cake and ice cream...

I thought I would not feel old until my age exceeded my waist size...Hurry send me some doughnuts I need to add on some inches quick.

Ballet for two.

Morning Bliss... take a deep breath as the crow sings. He is asking where the night has gone, reluctant to start another long day of escorting souls to the ferryman.

The dust particles dance their sparkling ballet in the spotlight of the Sun as it slips past curtains, entertaining all those that are awake enough to notice. Cheered on by the silent applause of the dust bunnies from beneath the bed.

Bittersweet is this time, barely awake still dreaming in the arms of your lover. Desire to remain is pitted against the realistic truth that you must depart to join the world away from one another.

Nostrils filled with the scents of passion, body heavy and tired, heart animated with the joy of life you raise yourself and leave comfort of the warm bed. Startling is the brisk cold of the hardwood floor, chilled by the spring night air. Pulse quickened by touch of your lovers hand as it caresses your bare back, tempting you back to bed.

Alas you must leave...even the glorious aroma from the fresh coffee and warm bread that will greet you in the kitchen does not lessen the effort you must put forth to break away.

As William said so eloquently "parting is such sweet sorrow", but worry not for soon your day will be filled with the mundane tasks you face daily, competing for time in your mind with the anticipate of the evening to come.

...at last the door does close behind you, locking away all that takes up your day. You have returned to your paradise. welcomed by the kiss of your lover to once again dance the dance of Love until 'morrow's dawn.

Azreal & Ambriel

behold, I have found them amongst us.....Azreal & Ambriel

as if a veil was lifted their true identities have been revealed.

Azreal the angel of death, quietly passing the days, amusing herself by recanting stories to us. Ever practicing her skills, patiently awaiting the call to duty. Her true calling this death touch lies just below her tumultuous surface, it is the cause of her restlessness. Although she will attest to know her true self it is not in true earnest she does profess it. Hair whose blazen colour likes that of the flames of Hades itself. Her beauty to calm the souls she comes to collect. She is not to be feared for the psychopomp is there to assist us, the lost souls.








We should take pity on her, we should praise her for whom she is. For alas she can only pass time between callings, and during such she chooses to amuse us with the details of her existence.


Ambriel inspires clear communication so that we might better speak our own truth, while gently guiding human beings toward a time when truth and clarity will be the universal norm. She is the counterpoint to Azreal whilst she is not under the call of her duties. She keeps Azreal in check, grounding us in truth. She whispers what we need to know for she is a Capricorn, and Azreal the Aries cannot hear her words of wisdom.

Ambriel protects us with her wisdom, she enlightens us through word and song. She does not sugar coat or exaggerate, merely stating exactly what is so we may face it for what it is. She shall protect and guide you until you disrespect her or threaten someone she loves.


Hail to these Angels, see them for what they are...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychopomp

really 25 things.....

#1 - I like fun words - Jocularity, Babaganoosh, stuff like that is just too fun to say.
#2 - My Mind is a little warped - believe me
#3 - I will not be judgemental of you until you try and convert me, so be you and I'll be me.
#4 - I do not consider myself mainstream
#5 - I like to make people question their stereotypes and pre-conceived notions.
#6 - I often find myself playing Devil's Advocate - just to make sure you really think about your issues.
#7 - I do not think in a linear fashion, hence my trouble with writing.
#8 - Sometimes I get distracted easily, but not when I am working on something specific.
#9 - When I am working on a project I don't like to stop to eat or drink, so it makes me a straw boss if your working with me.
#10 - Why 25 ??? couldn't it be 10?
#11 - I like to use sarcasm
#12 - I deflect my insecurities with humor and Tom Foolery
#13 - I self-deprecate a lot... working on that though.
#14 - I used to write more poetry, and draw some too.
#15 - I'm complicated and intriguing.
#16 - I am a terrible typist, but I never try to learn how to type better...lazy I guess.
#17 - was that two things? okay I am addicted to cycling!
#18 - I was punk and alternative before it was mainstream
#19 - I needed anti-depressants for a while
#20 - I give until I am hurt... Screw me once , shame on you. Screw me twice, shame on you again and maybe after the third time I will learn something.
#21 - Sometimes I am too proud to ask for help.
#22 - I cry more now in the last few years than I have in my whole life
#23 - I love to cook, especially for friends because if they enjoy it and are happy I am happy.
#24 - Tomato Soup makes me vomit
#25 - this space intentionally left blank to annoy someone, or to keep the mystery of me alive.

... do you think it could be true

Well there is just this one little phrase that tweaks my melon....
"just don't think about it."

excuse me - I am not and have never been able to shut my brain off.
Do the rest you have this ability? I am really? Perhaps I am truly different.

I have tried many many many times to stop my random thoughts, tried to get those plaguing, stress inducing, insanity causing thoughts to stop.

I even try rationalizing with my conscious mind as if it might concede and give in to my bequest for a short break where I might get some sleep.

My brain has two speeds - On and Chaos.

It is comical to me when I recall my feeble attempts to persuade it. I steer the conversation away and reassure myself that it will be okay, try to think of this instead... it plays along for a while but like a Grand Master in chess he has the game planned out 7 moves ahead. I think I am winning and "Checkmate" right back to where I was in the beginning. He chuckles and I swear I can hear him scoff "Foolish boy".

trying to stop my thoughts is akin to those moments in the movies when they try the brakes and and the handle breaks off and they just build up more speed as the approach the impending doom.... (ominous music playing).

Well just a little insight into my inner workings... perhaps it has shed some light on questions you may have had, hopeful it has not made you afraid, very afraid. ( evil laugh inserted here for effect)

well off to argue with myself again - time for bed.

sms your love

the following is a post from an undisclosed source:

Darling I'm missing you.
You are most likely fast asleep.
I am turning in now,
but all I can think of is You.
When will it stop?
I hope that it never does!

- Anon

YouTube generation

....Interesting that we can use television as our nannies, molding the minds of the future generations.
Do we not see the desensitization of their values?
I watch a pre-adolescent youth "Smack that ass" and thrust his hips. Amused at first then appalled.
Where the hell is that nurturing sense we were exposed to in our generation?
The desire to equip the youth with the knowledge to survive and better themselves.
If we can expose these youths so intensely that they proliferate this type of behavior why not adapt it for the benefit of the human race?
Are the claims of Hulu that far fetched? Is there someone turning our brains to mush for their benefit?

I can not imagine how the skills of that young playa will be described on his resume

May I either die young before their generation runs the world, or may I hide myself away avoiding the influence that their mindless brainwashed existence fosters.

post 4-27

Whoosh … a car whizzes past.

Bark … does he wish my calf for a snack?

The humming of the chain as it zips through the derailleur,

A symphony to my ears.

Is this prose a Haiku?

Makes no difference to me, to you?

prose of woes

She spies upon me….

Through the wall somehow, the wall I built to shut her out.

Perhaps through the cracks in the mortar…her persistent nature searching endlessly for the fault in my design.

The piercing glare finds my soul and inflicts its wounds like a hot poker, searing and burning at my flesh.

Branded and scarred is my heart …will it love again?

I feel it twitter and flutter as if back to life.

The joyful rush as blood does run once again through my veins.

The air is sweet and fresh again, I feel the sun on my face and it does warm me.

Ah but a moments respite, for a passing shadow reminds me to be wary.

The fortress wall was built in haste and is flawed and weak.

The enemy knows this and has fine honed tools to dismantle the defense.

It is a long and woeful trail, my life.

For it is hard to enjoy the beauty of the path while you look over one’s shoulder.

But I do see a gentle curve ahead and perhaps a meadow where the path does grow wide.

In this place there will be no need for the wall, there will be not scrub for fear to lie in wait.

Once again the air will be rich with the aroma of Joyous life.

My armor cast aside I can breath deep and let the sun warm my soul unafraid.

Desire...it doth burn to be fulfilled

...Oh how I yearn to don the homage to my saving Grace!

The ink, the blood, the pain, the touch of another...releasing what doth itch to be born and take its rightful place upon me. I long in secret that this will quench the fires that torment me. That somehow this ritual will appease the beast that gnaws at my soul. The sacrificial tribute...giving my woes a vehicle to leave me at peace.

Perhaps once it is done it shall shield me and grant me some respite, protecting me from those back-stabbing attacks of my former life. Granting me the serenity that to which it pays homage does so well.

For like the Yakuza, the Knights Templar, it shall be a badge of honor and tribute to what I bow to. It has saved my sanity and perhaps with a higher power done so. It is entwined in my being and so such should be displayed.


...without it I may not have been here today.

Please insert a whitty Title here

Tic-toc tic-toc tic-toc

Time endlessly marches on, it is oblivious to our whims and impractical pleas...

We make feeble attempts to control or manipulate it... DST, leap year. We set clocks ahead to try and convince ourselves we are able to manage time better. We adjust the frivolous , ambiguous name we use to describe "Now" so we can record a moment in our history or frame a reference of elapsed life. 10 AM EDT ? isn't that kinda like counting ounces of water while standing at the edge of Niagara Falls? We are powerless to control it and perhaps that somehow scares us in ways we are not advanced enough to contemplate. Perhaps being able to quantify bits of it lessens it power over us.



If we leave the light on and the closet door ajar, do we fear the monster under the bed less?

I have wasted too much of my time worrying about time; time spent, time to come, how long until, how long since.


Enjoy life and relish in the moments that take your breath away, for after all Life is what happens while were are planning other things.

A few quick tidbits...

Ok I know I haven't been posting, I have other things that keep me busy too ya know.

First and foremost I am probably the worst typist over the age of 4. Does it really matter??? Spell check catches most of it, but if I type "teh" instead of "the" you all know what I meant right? I think it was Cambridge that did a study where as long as the first and last letters were in the right place , most of our minds compensated for the other errors and the words mad sense. (ok- teh & the are not an example of this phenomena but whatever.) oh and I think you can google the Cambridge study...I would but I am busy remember?

psst http://scienceavenger.blogspot.com/2007/12/cambridge-word-scramble-study-its-fake.html

I have a friend actually I have more than one but this one in particular. I envy her, she is a goddess. If I have any Reiki (http://www.thereiki.com/) which my brother seems to posses in great abundance I send healing powers and positive energy to her. "I got your back" .... get well soon!!!!!!!!

To an different goddess of intellect - Dig in that garden and grow what you want where...I will stop deprecating myself when you stop wallowing in the negative past.

okay now I am inspired to blog again....

Case of the Mondays?

Office Space is a great source for silly quotes...

One line from that lovely flick is "Looks like someone has a case of the Mondays" - well I do for sure. I think there is nothing worse than a shitty Monday to ruin a great weekend and today is a prime example...

I am left wandering in my mind to that whimsical sing-song place where my friends ( okay people that I think are my friends even if they won't admit it publicly) and I have having a wonderful life. The garden is dug and the rabbits aren't eating all the lettuce, ruptured disks are the things that the heroine in the Sci-Fi flick is inflicting on the bastard creature from the Planet Monday-FN-Monday (long silence as I ponder if Bono every thought of that as a Title as Bloody Sunday echoes in the empty halls of my depressed psyche)


Today I feel like I am amongst those wailing souls in the lake that I recall from one of my favorite films - What Dreams May Come - oh the angst in their faces lost adrift from where they should be, that is the mood in my mind's eye.

My normal propensity for jocularity has been oppressed and cast forth from my soul. The creative spark and Joie d'vie are hidden by the overcast gloomy skies of my mood. Oh how I long for return of the sun to my days and whence it does shall it warm the soil and revive the root which does bear the fruit of my creativity...

Refridgerator Art vs. Traffic Control Devices

...Okay maybe it's the rain. maybe it's the fact that it is Friday and I am sure after I look at my pay stub (yes I do have a real job someplace, and yes they were smart enough to keep me from interfacing with the public)I will have that I just got raped feeling. I am a little grouchy and intolerant of stupidity...

So is there a large percentage of the populous that feels those pretty little lines they paint on the road are just decorations? I mean do these people liken them to the art parents hang on the fridge door? Is it some kind of artistic impression that only the artist, normally a very young child, can interpret correctly leaving the rest of us to just politely nod and so "Oh...that is so nice!"

I may have my concerns on government control going to far, but honestly there are times that it is for the safety of the masses that protocols are put into place! I mean we don't have to be lemmings, but obeying traffic regulations is more than a courtesy. Stay in a lane !!! Any lane just not some free-form modern dance routine where you ebb and flow form side to side.


Thanks, I love life, I do enjoy my car, and even if do not want to go to work I would prefer that to the hospital.

Random Thoughts of a Broken Mind - nevetS

...Do I dare challenge the secret society that stifles creativity under the veil of normalcy and mainstream thinking...

*** side note I am amazed how difficulty it is to talk into a digital recorder I find it mentally incapacitating ***

These random thoughts that rifle through my brain in creative moments that when I try to record them on paper with pen, or record them electronically I do lose all train of though.

...the audacity of someone whom can barely comprehend the complexity of my mind, the hidden intellect that I veil with jack-assedness, humor, and sarcasm. For who should I be to enrich their puny minds, and who are they to define how I should treat the temple that is my body that houses such random witticisms. I will pay homage to myself in the manner I see fit whether it be piercings, hairstyles, or elaborations of art in the form of tattoos that have meaning to me and may frighten or challenge society for it weakens this grip they have on the populous, the control that gives them peace while they sleep ... for they are afraid of what damage we can do by releasing the most powerful of forces ... an open mind that is not confined by some outdated set of social cues and recommendations of what is proper and appropriate.

... Ever have something you need to do, that obviously you aren't, and have someone give you this totally inane advice about how to get it done? What the heck is up with that? Like "Hello" I realize what I should be doing I am not that much of an idiot, it is that it just isn't that easy. i.e. There was a gentleman named Mr. Bass, his parents did not have the foresight to name him appropriately and they chose the very ancient Aramaic name Dum (Pronunciation: \`dəm\) I will wait for you to write that down Mr first-name last-name. Here is his story:
Mr. Dum Bass was going through a divorce after a long marriage, he was trying to move on but certain circumstances tied him to his estranged partner. People kept telling him just forget her and move on...yeah like it would be that easy. Years of shared experiences and relational conditioning wiped away with a Sham-wow rag or Mr. Clean Magic eraser. Do they think he didn't just try to? Were they expecting a reply akin to "Wow - I never thought of that."

Let me turn your life on end and rip your heart and emotions out through your anus and then smile at you saying "Just forget it and move on".


Well enough for today... to many interruptions, I am losing my creative flow.

Adieu

Ponti Mython Speaks at last. Huzzah

Ponti Mython is an ironic twist on the term pontificate (pontificate: v to speak or express opinions in a pompous or dogmatic way)

This is a humorous spin on that in a effort to mimic Monty Python. Yes you guessed it - I am a twit and this blog will be filled with intellectually stimulating and bizzare thoughts woven amongst a myriad of sacarsim. jack-assedness as Erin puts it.

... the journey has begun.