A Whole Bunch of Silly Going On

As you may or may not know, I have been writing seven hundred and fifty words (at a minimum) per day for the past few months and I occasionally post what I write there, here. This is the case here. Now mind you, this is totally silly and off the cuff and it was basically fifteen minutes of straight typing and "story telling" going on here. There will be grammatical and spelling issues so if anyone doesn't like that sort of thing, you have been warned. Hope you enjoy it.


Na na na na hey hey hey good bye!

I have no idea what that was about but it popped into my head and I shared it with you, who is me, who is we and we all can come together, right now.

Blah de blah de blah hot chocolate and apple sauce along with a banana and there will be fighting in the trenches no doubt and we are all going to die, someday. So why not go out with a bang, right?

So do we take our hot little sports car and drive it as fast as we can towards that wall at the end of the block, just remember that we have several gallons of fuel siting there next to you and you can be smoking or something just to make it all flame out big time because well, you really want to make a show. So why not call the police and the news and have them witness it and save it for all posterity and such. Think about how infamous you will become as your images will continue to play through at least three news cycles and if you leave a letter behind you can make it so that when they finally find it they will all marvel at the maturity of your response to the current situation that you are in and then you will flip the page and there will be a picture of your sister in ;law naked on face book because she has not a ounce of maturity or intelligence in her body.

Chocolate!

Or we can have aliens flying by in their space cruiser decide that they want to show us puny earthlings a thing or two so they come by really really close to the planet, close enough that the actually knock the moon off of it's orbit and sends it flying through the galaxy towards lord knows where and it doesn't really matter since they are also responsible for knocking the earth off of its orbital path and send it hurling towards the sun, or would that be hurdling towards the sun, or gurtingly towards the sun... okay that is just being silly, but who cares since the planet is on a crash course with the sun and you have done the math and you realize that we are only ninety some odd million miles away from that gaseous orb in  the sky that has nothing but bad intentions on its mind. After all it thinks that we are attacking it, even though Venus and mercury saw the whole thing and mars thinks it did, but the same space cruiser actually knocked them a little silly and... remember that moon of ours? well as you can imagine the shock of mars as it looks up into the sky and sees a new satellite in its sky and realizes that they are about to either have high tides or a really really big whole in the planet. So what do you think is going to happen? Why Bruce Willis will board a space shuttle and sacrifice himself for the planet by taking a HUGE tow rope out there and wrapping it around the equator so that he can tow the planet back into its normal orbit because that is what Bruce Willis does. Only there is a small problem, NASA decided to retire the shuttles and put them in the Smithsonian and a couple other places so we have to rely on some Russian or French ship that just doesn't have the horsepower needed to tow a planet. Now I know what you are saying... "Roger, there is no friction in space and no one can hear you scream, so why not take the soyuz thing and push the planet?" .... That is pretty much the dumbest thing I have ever heard, and I am not even going to think about it anymore. But you did give me an idea... everyone sends their missiles up up and away into the sky, towards the sun and that will push the planet back, right? Okay, that's pretty lame too, so where are we?

Bruce Willis takes the newest Virgin spaceship up into the sky, with Richard Branson, mostly because well, he looks good on the camera, has a pretty awesome accent  and well he doesn't like to share much. So they get a big rope wrapped around the equator and then attach it to the space ship that Virgin has donmated to the cause and Bruce and Richard step on the gas and the planet starts to move... towards the sun. Which is actually the way you want to go because they willactually be pulling the planet back into its orbital path quicker that way and they warned everyone to wear their highest SPF sunscreen, just in case. Except that Al Gore says that because of their actions the planet is warming up and the glaciers are melting which means the oceans are rising, blah, blah, blah and DUH! So he has the brilliant idea to take one of his many yachts out to the equator and cuts the rope!

Yes he did.

He is stupid that way.

So what happens? Well Bruce and Richard are pulling on the planet and when the tension is released in the rope they get shot into the sun - bye by e Mr Willis and Mr Branson (Maybe). The earth meanwhile is violently pulled towards the sun where it will then be consumed in a great ball of flame and all life on the planet ends.

Meanwhile....

Bruce and Richard actually shot through and past the sun and actually knock the moon off of its course towards mars and they land safely on that planet where they are welcomed as heroes and new rulers to the realm of mars... Oh, did I mention that Richard brought along a couple of young ladies, figuring that he and Bruce would be celebrating the earth being saved and all, and join the multi-million mile high club, but now they are rulers of mars and are each given half the planet to rule as they please.

Moral of the story? It's good to be Bruce Willis.

Jumbled, just the way I like it

Because I can and will I think I should do this writing thing now as opposed to later since I will have children to deal with, a wife to love and a work out that is more than way overdue to do. Try saying that last part fast five or six times; overdue to do...

So where were we? I wrote a quick story for Jessie last night, well not really for her per se but  suggested by her and I honestly think it turned out pretty good considering it took me about fifteen minutes to write and there will be lots of words to cut down and even some more to expound upon, or would that be expand from? Not sure the definitions of words in my head are matching up with the definition coming from various and sundry dictionary's. I love that I just used sundry there, as I have always had a strong feeling towards that particular word.

Not really.

However, if I ever were to fall in love with a word, sundry is no worse than say pickle, which just sounds nasty, and then there is the fascination that some people, mostly women, have with the word moist. Why is that I wonder? Maybe I should post that as a status on Plurk or Facebook or Google plus and take a survey as to why that is. Worse thing that will come from that will be... nothing really. Other than people ignoring me, for which I am fond of and thankful for. You see, if I were to become famous I would probably be miserable. Now if I were to be rich, well that I could probably handle.

Lost the rest of another tooth today - about eight minutes ago in fact, or was it more like twelve. Does not really matter in the end, but I think it is coming to a head here with my ignoring the tooth issue and I think that I will be in dire need, or at least some need of some new chompers be they dentures or implants, or maybe I'll just become gummy. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Now that was a phrase that pays oh so long long ago, what maybe ten years? Not nearly as good or as enduring as, if it is to be it is up to me. I so very much love that, along with the phrase all that jazz because of my affinity towards jazz music I guess, although if the truth were to be told I listen to pretty much anything with jazz being a ways down on the list, behind classical music in fact, so since we need to be telling the truth here, I figured that I would get that off of my chest. It is a beautiful thing, music, that makes the world go round and round. Just take a moment and stop what you are doing and listen to the music all around you.

Seriously. The next time you step outside, I want you to just stand there, or sit if you would like, and listen to the music that is playing all around you. You have the slight rustling of leaves, or branches in the areas where we have no leaves left on our trees, and tell me that you don't hear any music. Go ahead, try it, you will be amazed at what amount of noise is being made while being silent. Then you may even find yourself moving to the melody that the leaves, or branches, are playing. It's all good I tell you, and you will not be disappointed. Of course then you will have the obtuse sounds of motor vehicles sputtering along trying to overtake the sweet sounds of the rustling branches and leaves. Occasionally you will hear a sparrow chime in their part or better yet a robin. Ah, music is everywhere. It's even in my head as I am typing this, it kind of sounds like "Boys of Summer" by Don Henley, which brings back memories of a simpler time in my life when I was trying oh so hard to play grown up only to have it fail and I fell flat on my face, yet I still love the song and the image of the kid playing the drums in front of a video screen - such a powerful video and if you get a chance you should go and watch it, and I promise you this, if I post this on the blog, I will have it linked or embedded here, as long as it is legal and all.

By the way, in case you didn't catch that, I have my head phones on and that is the song that is currently playing...

See, I knew you could catch on to these things, just like how it has turned to "Sunset Grill" another excellent song, but one that doesn't hold me as much as "Boys of Summer" which kind of shows a point that I really didn't know I was going about trying to prove, which is music is great and all around you and everyone should stop and turn the volume controls up every now and again, either by being quiet, or plugging in your head phones. Sorry that came out all jumbled and confusing, just like myself every now and again, especially after a few shots of vodka - which I have not had, mind you, so I cannot use that as an excuse.

So where was I going with this today?

Oh yeah, Go Broncos!!

Pax!

Jazz and Shizz

I thought about getting a beer to go with today's installment then I thought better of it because I really don't feel like having a beer just to have a beer you know, especially some domestic beer like Miller Lite or something... Now if mayber, per chance, there was a Southwicks... then maybe... Nah, I still wouldn't want one, and if I did I am pretty sure that I wouldn't want to be writing here at this point in time any more than I do at the moment. So you know what that means right?

If it is to be it is up to me and all that jazz!

I love how I just took two different phrases and melded them together into some sort of weird mantra that gets me slightly motivated about doing this writing thing which I would think would not be needing any motivation especially since I have written over one hundred and fifteen thousand words over the past three and one half months.not that it means that much unless you want a book of gibberish, half truths some wicked expose and a lot of, but not as many as you probably think, I I I I I I  I I I I I I  I I I I I I I  I I I I I I  II  I I I I I I  I I I I I I  I I I I I I I I I  I I I I I I I I  I I I I I I I I I I I  I I I I I I II I  I I II  II I I  II  II I I I I I I I I I II I II I I I II I II I I I  II 'S

So whacked out I am that I feel justified in writing several I's and feel like I have written several other words that I can string together to make wonderful sentences, mesmerizing paragraphs and sensuous chapters that make up such a loving book that generations will cherish and share with their children and grandchildren and which someday a rare first edition of it will be auctioned off at Christie's and fetch over seventy seven million dollars, of which I will see none of, but whomever does sell it for that, I hope you do good things with it.

Hey have I told you that I am some sort of freak genius that knows stuff that others just cannot comprehend - either that I know it or that I know it, you know what I mean? Maybe I should put some sort of emphasis on there and then add at the end of the paragraph a parenthetical stating that the emphasis was added. Because that is what the cool people do and I just know that I am one of the cool people at least in my mind although there has been some recent stirrings going on in there that make me somewhat nervous due to the fact that there are way more of them than there is of them?

Anyway.

Yesterday I said that Michelle Bachmann would drop out of the race for the good old party's presidential nomination, and guess what? She did. I also said that Rick Perry would probably think long and hard about his choices and then decide to quit the race as well... okay I didn't actually say all that, the Rick Perry part I am so owning the Michelle Bachmann part because , well, you know I actually published that shizz on my blog and who knows maybe this will go there as well, only I need to start insulting more people and causing a stirring in the controversial pot, so to speak, because you know life around the blog is rather boring and dull and out of specifications when it comes to the almighty SEO and shizz.

No, I have no idea what SEO and shizz actually stand for or mean, but I do like dropping them in here every now and again because like the good Doctor would say "they are like bow ties, so they are cool." I'm am pretty sure that he would say that and I firmly believe that the only reason he didn't like the apple that Amelia Pond gave him was because it was neither a Gala nor a Fuji apple which are BY FAR, the absolute best apples ever made/created/ hatched/grown/harvested - whatever. Funny how just by adding that slash in between those five words, it made it look like and only count as one. What "it" is - it is definitely not some freaky freaking clown that lives in the storm sewer, but rather the program that I originally typed all this shizz (see I cannot stay away from it) on for 750words.com and that is where I am at write now, so to speak in a purely metaphysical manner - at least I think it is an a metaphysical manner otherwise I totally use that word wrong and it takes my whole genius claim and throws it out the door.

Got it?

Pax!

A Challenge to Comprehend... Good Luck!

So they fired Joe Paterno last night.

Yet, the idiot coward that actually witnessed the rape of a ten year old boy by a forty or fifty year old man still gets to stand on the sidelines at Penn State University.

I think there is something wrong with that picture.

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Got our first bit of snow today - just flurries that didn't stick, but you know it is just a matter of time before they do. Ah winter, you gotta love it. Well, maybe not love it, but it is a part of life liberty and all that jazz right?

I am not on nearly as much of a roll as I was yesterday and I believe that my words per minute will be way less than the forty seven that I got yesterday, I was blazing! Today I am doing more of a trot, not sure why since I have about as much preparation and al in my head now as I did yesterday. Who knows maybe its too early for me to be doing this right now, but since I have already started there really is no turning back, right?

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Blah, that's the feeling for the day, blah. I don't know if it is weather related - hey I like the snow - or what. I do know that I am making sure that I take my "Happy Pills" everyday, otherwise my blah would turn into a serious bit of a downer. I hate having depression, it's so, um, depressing. Seriously though, it's tough getting through a day when you really have no desire to to anything at all. I mean not one single iota. People look at you and think why that man is quite lazy, no not really, that man is just depressed and is doing his darnedest to make it through the day without ripping your head off or walking off the edge of a high building just to get the thrill of living back into his system. Granted with the latter, it'll be all over sooner than the former. Although you will have to apologize more, I imagine.

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Ring tones annoy me, especially when no one answers the phone. It's almost as bad as listening to a crying baby in a quiet location where crying babies should not be heard. Of course I have plenty of experience with that notion since I have gone through several crying baby stages in my life - we're on phase seven, if you will.

No, I'm not complaining, just merely stating the fact that I know how it is.

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How fruitfully bountiful and glorious - no, I don't know either, these things just pop into my head on occasion and if you bother to read it, well great. If you understand it, I have a list of doctors that might be able to give you some assistance. Okay, now that we have all of that out of the way, lets talk dirty.

Not really.

I cannot do that to save my life. If my wife ever wanted me to talk dirty to her in order to save my marriage, I think I would no longer be married, which would be truly sad and tragic, because I love and cherish my wife and family and would never want to lose them for anything in the world. No worries though, because I don't think she wants me to talk dirty to her anyway.

Just shave.

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Random thoughts that will pop into my head, at random, will start appearing.... now. Dang, the mind just totally went blank there and I cannot think of anything, not even an abstract fart thought, which are usually good for a laugh or three, especially if they are done tastefully, which all fart references should be. Did you know that a fart is defined as a small explosion between the legs? At least, and I swear on this I do, that was a definition I read for it back in the days of me caring about what silly words like fart mean. And it has stuck with me ever since, so we are talking more than thirty years. No I haven't looked it up again, because well duh, i already know it. truth is that it is a small explosion between the legs, a small explosion of methane exiting the colon and entering the atmosphere and such. Pretty nifty little science minute there kids, aren't you glad that you stuck around to the end? Thanks.

To share or not to share that is the question - you will have the answer if you have actually read this stream of conscience rant of nonsense. I hope you enjoyed it, if you saw it, and will come back for more at a future date.

Pax.

Fun Monday - Mason and Crane

This week's challenge is turning into a serious albatross for me because I really did have an idea, and then promptly forgot what it was. I have been racking my brain all day, and all I could come up with is the following:

(Forgot to remind you of what the challenge was, you could choose one of three, Perry Mason vs Denny Crane, or you could have a conversation amongst someone that works with masonry and a crane operator, or finally you could choose to have a conversation between the American patriot George Mason, and the fictional school teacher Ichabod Crane.)

I think I should work more simply in the future. Anyway, the following will be streaming from my consciousness to your computer screen, hope it works out...

Two guys were sitting at the bar. They were discussing the finer points of something, at least by appearances that is what they were doing. They were getting pretty animated about it, when two more gentlemen joined them; a regal looking gentleman and a timid looking fellow that looked like the perfect mediator, someone that doesn't handle confrontation very well.

Soon after, you could tell that the newcomers had chosen sides and that the argument was about to become more heated, which got the attention of two more gentlemen that looked rather confident of their abilities to solve any and all problems whatever they be.

So now the scene is set, let's go in and see what it is that is causing such a commotion...

"I'm telling you Joe, laying bricks is way harder than sitting in an air-conditioned cab and placing beams in the general area, for someone else to set into place."

"Frank, you don't have the intelligence to handle the calculations of all the vectors, etc that are entailed in getting that beam to the top of a building, while sitting hundreds of feet below the location of the beam."

"Um, excuse me gentlemen, but what is air-conditioning?"

"What?! Don't you know anything bud? Air conditioning is what makes the air, er, conditioned."

"Conditioned to what exactly?"

"Are you being a wise acre?"

"My good sir, I can assure you that my fellow citizen here is not being a wise, acre was it? As I too, do not know what this 'air conditioning is."

"Can you believe this Frank? We got the only two people in the world that don't know what air conditioning is, and they are sitting here at the same bar as us. Listen buddy."

"Ichabod."

"Listen Ickerstob."

"Ichabod."

"Whatever, air-conditioning is .what keeps you cool on a hot day."

"I say, does it really? How does it work?"

"Do I look like an HVAC technician to you buddy? How do I know. All I do is hit a button and like magic, the house, cabin or car are cooled down."

"Car?"

"Oh jeez, what are you guys? You act like you are from the 19th century or something"

"18th actually."

"Pardon?"

"We are from the 18th century, well and some of the 19th to for that matter."

"Oh, I ought to..."

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, there is no need for you to come to blows, especially over something as simple as air conditioning"

"Now Denny, you really shouldn't belittle these fine gentlemen for not knowing what air-conditioning is. This reminds me of my case of the missing identity"

All five say "What?"

"You see, I never lost any of my cases..."

"Three"

"Okay, sure I lost three, but won those on appeal later."

"Truly? Or are you just trying to pump yourself up?"

"Why I never."

"Guys, guys, let's carry this conversation over at this table, I'll get us some beers and we can have a real conversation like men."

"Sounds like a grand plan young man. Can you get a nice lager...."

We shall leave this discussion and put a pin in it to come back to (possibly) some day. I guess that depends on how much of that lager I end up having. ;-)

Ooh, and we'll be heading back to a more normal month in June when Sayre at Sayre Smiles,  takes over Fun Monday hosting duties! You do have one more week of me left though.

We're Back!

Now that Blogger has finished doing whatever it had to do, I can get back to what I was going to post today - later. :)

You see, I have to retrieve it from wherever it was deposited. Have no fear though, there will be a Tea Time Tale, and a Fun Monday quest (whatever) later.

Promise.

For now, if you are bored with this, go see some more of my blog. After over 1,000 posts there has to be something that catches your fancy. Maybe.

See you real soon!

I Have Eleven Posts to Prepare With

That's right.

Eleven.

In Eleven more posts, well actually ten now, I will have posted something a thousand times. Okay, not the word something, but rather something has been posted to this blog one thousand times.

We have jokes.

We have pictures.

We have love stories.

Um, you do?


Don't I?

Don't think so. You're not a lovey-dovey kind of guy you know.


What? You think I don't love?

Not what I said. You don't make a big deal out of who or what you love, the possible exceptions being Dr. Who, Stargate Universe and the Denver Broncos.


What about my family? Don't you think I love them? Or the Church? Or Disney?

Okay, you do love all those things, but you don't always express them here. You know? I mean lately you have been raving all about Tron: Legacy, the movie and soundtrack.


Well, it is, they are, awesome. So.

Yeah, but so are your wife and kids.


I know that. I also think that everyone that reads this blog knows that as well.

If you say so. But there are no love stories.


Think I should add one, sometime?

Wouldn't hurt.


Okay, I'll have to work on that. Now where was I? Oh yeah. There have been love stories.

There have even been some links to things that I find cool. So what should I do for these next ten? Practice, practice, practice? Or just go on being my lovable, and humble, self? I'm sure that will be the case, as you probably know already, I'm not the best at sticking to a plan. I have all the intent, yet when it comes time for some action. Well, you know.

Notice that there are no plans mentioned here, at all. At least recently, I think. Don't go quoting me on it now either.

Speaking of Tron:Legacy...

You weren't.


Oh yeah. Maybe I should save that for tomorrow. Don't want to use all the good stuff up all at once.

Whatever. Say goodnight Gracie.


Goodnight Gracie.

One, two, three...


Um, who's Gracie?

I Was Excited

With the fact that I was closing in on my 1,000 post, then I realized a few things:

• I should have surpassed that number long ago, what the heck happened to me? I mean two posts in November? Seriously. I find it hard to believe that I had nothing to say over those thirty days, well not nothing, but for the most part it really was.
• My total actually included some fifteen draft posts - so apparently I did have something to say, let's investigate: Every single draft post had a title, and that was it. Now some of these titles were grand, let me tell you... okay, not really. They were mostly titles for reviews of books read, that hadn't been written. I wonder why?
• This third bullet is going to be filled with excessive nonsense, because in all honesty, I only had two things that I realized, other than the beating myself up over stuff, that I figured I would share. However, just having two bullet points is not nearly as impressive as say three.
• Or four.
• Heck, five makes it look like I spent a lot of time thinking about what I am putting down here. Hahahahahahahahaha! Too much? I am actually quite bored, because I am stuck waiting for the FedEx guy/girl to show up and have a bit of time on my hands.
• Idle minds can be the Devils playground, however, I don't think that even he wants to see what's tolling through my brain at the moment. okay, who am I kidding, he thrives on it.His job and all that.

Back to your regularly scheduled life. Heck this post probably won't be read by many (please comment if you did, even if it's just a hello), because I have another post in mind that has to be done today, because any other day would kind of ruin the whole moment in time aspect of it.

You'll see. Even if you didn't see this.

Welcome to August

Where the heck did the year go? I mean it's not going to be long before we start seeing Christmas decorations and toys on sale - yeah, I went there.

Anyway, these past seven months have just flown by and I don't really have much to show for it. I might be down a couple of pounds, and I have finished reading a lot more books than I had planned to by this point in the year. I also have a new four-year old and a new one-year old, and by the end of the year - Christmas in fact, we will be the proud parents of a twenty-year old son.

Wow.

That looks weird. I mean how can I be the parent of a twenty-year old? Oh, and to just ratchet it up a notch, I will also have a new driver in the household. How can this be happening, next thing you'll be telling me is that I will be fifty soon.

Don't.Even.Go.There.

Here, let me distract myself with a picture...

Yep, I went there!

Getting That Motor Running, Again.

I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're going, and hook up with them later. ~ Mitch Hedberg

Oi.

Here it is 11:05PM on a Tuesday night and I got nothing. 

Actually, I have a lot in there all trying to rush out in an unfocused state that confuses even me.

That being said, I need to get back in the saddle again. Do you realize it has been a really, really long time since I posted anything new? Does anyone still read along? Am I still in your readers?

I do worry about these things, probably too much, but not for me necessarily because um... 

See what I mean? Those thoughts just spewed forth and came out of left field. I wonder if I should invest in something like this,Portable MFA in Creative Writing (New York Writers Workshop). Or maybe even this, The Write-Brain Workbook: 366 Exercises to Liberate Your Writing.

Alas, I will carry on, somehow. Even though this is being played at a loud volume and distracting me...

Where was I?

Oh yeah, so now it's 11:26 and I really should go to bed.

Man, i need to get back into a more regular schedule. More tomorrow?

YES!

May Day!

I think that I am ready to sit down and write something again. Granted I am always ready to sit down and write, but I use the lame excuse of not having any time.

Go figure, right?

So what should we write about today?

Politics? Nope.

Religion? Maybe.

Sex? Not in a million years. Sure the traffic would be nice, but really, if you are coming here to read about sex you have some serious issues. Besides, I try to be as 'G-rated' as much as possible. I know that I tow the line in that regard most of the time, but there have been occasions where I have delved into the deep end of insanity at times, but thankfully those times are rare.

Drugs? Do you really want to read about my dependency on cholesterol controlling and mood altering drugs? It really isn't as exciting as it sounds, trust me. Except maybe when I forget to take a pill, then, well it just gets down right ugly. And I am not proud of that, so I probably won't be sharing.

Rock and Roll? We can talk about that. I mean Rush is coming to town in the near future, but I really don't have the desire to spend a boatload of money on a group that I have already seen five times before. Styx is coming to town with Foreigner and, somebody else that I can't remember. But Styx only has two original members and a third that joined after their third album touring, so the magic is gone there. At least Rush still has the main core that has been Rush throughout the years.

So, as you can see I really don't have much to talk about and I don't have any recent pictures either.

Maybe I should have waited another day or two? No, all that would do would make me lose the desire to come back here at all. I actually had this date - somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind - pegged as my return to the blogosphere (sorry for all of you that do not like that word). The only question that remains is, how many of you are still with me?

Hello? Is this thing on?

A New Me!

Actually, it's the same old me, just with a new color scheme and less animation, which by the way does not mean that I will be less animated. Oh no, not I.

This is actually a quick tester post that doesn't have a lot to it, other than it might be the beginning of something new, or at least something to talk about, amongst yourselves at least. Although, please feel free to leave me a comment - it's fun, it's easy and best of all it is FREE!

Okay, that's it for now, Maggie doesn't think that you will be able to see my new signature, and I need to prove her wrong and check to make it actually is working.

See you next time!

No Doubt, Maybe

Our doubts are traitors,

And make us lose the good me might oft win

By fearing to attempt

~ William Shakespeare

A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course to victory. ~ Arthur Golden

There are two ways to slide easily through life; to believe everything or to doubt everything. Both ways save us from thinking. ~ Alfred Korzybski

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Yep, that's about how I am feeling right now, especially since I am thinking that I will be gone for a little bit. I need to get myself better focused on what is going on, and where I want to go. As for now, I think that I will be taking a little break (so much for a blog365 this year, I guess.), which I hope will get me re-energized and all that stuff.

The break is for an indefinite amount of time, which means I could be back tomorrow, next week or never. No worries, I think that I need this more than even I think. Besides, it hasn't been feeling right as of late for some reason, and as much as I like to be goofy, I also like it to feel right.

Hope you understand.

There Is No Sense Like Nonsense

Devotees of grammatical studies have not been distinguished for any very remarkable felicities of expression. ~ Amos Bronson Alcott

Throwing the spaghetti against a refrigerator doesn't really do anything, but it sure is fun to do, especially when one turns to two, turns to ten, turns to a hundred.

Clean up can be a bitch though.

Jumping up and down and cheering your team to victory gives us a great feeling of euphoria, but it only lasts a few moments and then it is gone. Gone like the wind, and it's something that you cannot catch up to.

So what is the point, really?

You strive to do your best, then are told that your best isn't good enough, so you try harder and realize that there really is no point to your job in the first place so you might as well sit back and smell the coffee as it brews in the room.

Except you don't like coffee.

Spending your hard earned money on a vehicle that you love, one that you treat nearly as well as you treat your children, but let's be honest here as we all know people that love their cars more than your children, which is probably one of the saddest things in the world, and don't you dare think that your children don't notice.

Children notice everything.

Finding the home of your dreams and making it just right, with all of the things that you enjoy, including hard wood flooring, marble counter tops, plush carpeting, to name just a few, your yard is immaculate and you care for each piece of grass as if you brought them into the world, which you have, since you bought the seed, planted the seed, fertilized the seed, and watered the seed and watched as it sprung up from the ground all full of life.

Then you get the neighbors from hell.

All of these things happen to people every day and no one seems to notice, or care, because it isn't them.

Or is it?

Is there really any point in diving off the deep end, other than testing yourself and your belief in being able to come out of it unhurt and alive, or are you really on a death wish and hope that the water is actually concrete and that you will splatter your blood and guts for several yards, because you think it would be an interesting way to go and figure that you will finally get your name in lights and on the news reports.

Only to have a tragedy that is more important than yours bump you from the front pages.

There is no rhyme nor reason as to why things happen the way that they do, or as to why we do what it is that we do them. There is no rhythm to the world that, as it rotates around the sun, makes any kind of logical sense to us nor our ancestors who would, quite frankly, find us to be an amusing form of life.

Imagine, if you will, what your great grandparents would think of you. Or even their great grandparents, and your mind will be boggled to say the least. Now imagine having them as your best friends or neighbors - in their time - can you imagine it. Are you there? Then you know that none of this is...

real.

Boxes With Tools

Television is more interesting than people. If it were not, we would have people standing in the corners of our rooms. ~ Alan Corenck

I have a clear vision of what I am going to write about tonight.

Okay, you caught me. I HAD a clear idea about what I was going to write, then I sat down in front of the ol' keyboard and my mind said one word.

I of course told my mind that I had no desire to write about that, because come on, I'm a dude and dudes just don't write about those things. I mean really Mr Brain, what the heck were you thinking?

My mind liked to remind me that it is actually in control and if it wanted to, it could simply make me write whatever it wanted me to............................................................................. or nothing at all.

My mind doesn't play fair.

Ever.

I can always feed it junk, but it apparently it likes junk, so that won't work. Besides, feeding it junk makes my belly grow, and while my belly may be competing for largest belly in Illinois - a feat that my belly has a long, long way from ever even coming close, I might add. Jenni doesn't like that idea for my belly, neither do I.

My mind didn't want to mention my belly, just so you know.

Apparently many different body parts can control my hands. Here I thought I had something to do with it.

Ha!

*****

Just a quick aside - dudes (and dudette's) that ride the luge, are crazy fearless. Wow!

*****

My mind also doesn't like side notes. Silly mind doesn't seem to realize that the side notes are indeed a product of itself.

I like to mess with my mind that way. I also have managed to not write about what it wanted to, I'm so sneaky. Let me share with you that one word that Mr Brain wanted me to share with you all, and perhaps you will see what I mean about my lack of desire to discuss it. That word was ...

IKEA

Randomness is Good, Right?

The road to hell is paved with adverbs. ~ Stephen King

Ah, Friday.

That's it. Good day.

What? You want more?

Okay, how about a video, that seems to be a lot of fun, so let me pick one at random here and at it...

What's that? You want a little more you say... How about a picture? You know what, I'm gonna pass on the picture right now because Blogger makes it hard, for me at least, to post photos after you have already typed something. Of course, I could post a photo, or two, and you would have already seen them, up there, and just caption them down here. Something like this ...

Timmy is surprised that his dad is writing this description here, when the picture, up there, really doesn't need one, go ahead, go back and look at it. Okay?

Back to real time and a Friday Phobia (y'all missed this didn't you? It's okay, you can tell me, it's just you and me).

Cremnophobia - Fear of Precipices

Okay, what exactly is there to fear from a precipice? Seriously, I have absolutely no idea. Let's go check out the definition of precipice, shall we?

precipice [ˈprɛsɪpɪs]

n

1. (Earth Sciences / Physical Geography)

a. the steep sheer face of a cliff or crag

b. the cliff or crag itself

2. a precarious situation

[from Latin praecipitium steep place, from praeceps headlong]

Okay, I can see it now, except maybe this should be the fear of falling from a precipice, no?

Hey, something happened. There is most definitely something strange going on here, so it must be time for something completely different,

Have a great weekend everyone, we'll see you tomorrow.

Distracted

The Broncos are playing right now, so I will be slightly distracted.

It's Monday anyway, so nothing happened right?

Definitely not at work, where it was a really slow day. Very slow. Boringly slow.

Enough about that.

Uhm, where was I? Oh yeah. Slow day. I was distracted by a really dumb commercial for kgb, about the dumbest team mascot.

Let's see if I can save this and talk about...

The fact that I have been easily distracted from my main task at hand this month, which is to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.

It happens every year. I think that maybe I should just quit trying these silly things and motivate myself in a different way.

I know, maybe I'll just quit my job and make our lives dependent upon my writing. Okay, let's not even joke about that, a completely unwise decision. I should just do my thing and roll with that, all I know is that I am getting tired of talking about it, as I am sure that people are getting tired of hearing me talk about it.

UGH! The Broncos are ticking me off at the moment.

Consider that the bell.

The Plan Was

I'm not sure, especially since I have so many different varieties out there to choose from. :)

I think it should include something along the lines of starting out a little earlier though, because this old body is apparently getting tired of being up late.

It also makes a whole lot less sense after it leaves my mind.

So where was I?

See what I mean?

Of course you don't, because these are just words on a monitor, not in my head.

I think I shall stop while I am.

Ahead that is.

The Rain Rain Rain came Down Down Down

And it all started with a little drizzle.

It's been a long time since I have felt lightning. Okay, technically it is the sound waves (also known as thunder) that I felt, but still it's pretty cool if not a little unnerving.

Makes me wonder about my whole living in a cave idea. Going to have to make sure that it is waterproof, as in the torrential rain falling kind of waterproof. Of course if the cave is deep enough it probably won't matter, as long as I'm uphill, or up stream at least.

There is something magical about storms, and mysterious, and if you are prone to being afraid of loud noises, I guess there is a fear factor.

***

That show was wild, and if they didn't have the whole eat-what-sounds-gross-so-it-messes-with-your-mind-and-makes-you-want-to-puke part, I so would have tried it. Seriously. I think it would be cool to try to capture a flag inside a tanker full of water, well half full anyway.

***

I forgot how much I enjoyed the show Eureka. If you haven't seen it, go check it out and tell me what you think. It's on the Sci-fi channel, oops, I mean the SyFy channel. What a stupid name change. I want to call it the "siffy" channel now.

***

Here is a question for all of you, please answer. Choose between either being stranded on a deserted island, or "stranded" in a cave, which would you rather have? Why?

Blocked!

I hate when it happens, but maybe I'm just getting tired. Anyway, I cannot think of anything to write here, so unless you see a whole bunch of words following this sentence, we'll see you later.

Ever think of living in a cave? I mean the temperature would remain fairly constant, so as long as you got used to that, I imagine it wouldn't be too bad. Besides, you can always set up a stove or something to heat it. Plus, if you have lots of blankets... Then there is the whole dampness thing, so I imagine some sort of heater would be necessary.

If your cave was in a forest, you would have plenty of fuel for your fire. A fire that would be used to heat your cave, keep your cave dry, keep mosquitoes away, oh yeah, and cook with.

But what do you cook? I mean are you headed to your cave with an endless supply of non-perishable foods? That's not very practical. You can always bring along, let's say, a year's worth of supplies, and make sure to include seeds to plant for future fresh veggies. If you want some meat, or fish, well I can't imagine being squeamish will help you much there. Granted you can just eat it raw, but until your body gets used to it, you will probably get sick. A lot. So cooking your catch would be preferable. I imagine fish would be the easiest, and if you live near a stream or river, or even a lake or pond, they would be the most plentiful.

Hm. I just looked up from the monitor and my mind went blank again. Well, at least I have some issues to work out for my character, or maybe I will make it a couple of characters. People that want to give it all away, or should I say run away from it all.

Oh well, at least I have something to work with. Who knows maybe I will bring it all back.

Tootles.