Real People Blues

By a show of hands how many out there have made a woman mad and had no idea why??? Come on be truthful. Let's see...one...two...three...fou...hey get your hand back up...ahh bah! I lost count.

Too many times I will sit and ponder this as to why they are mad at me again. I mean is it something I said? Something I did, or didn't do? Was it something I should have done, or was it I just wanted to get what I want and not listen to her. I'm ashamed to say it but 8 out 10 times its the latter. I do not know how to listen anymore.

I used to listen to people, I mean really listen to them. Now ,sometimes, I just want to make myself happy and content, and make the other person think I am paying attention.

You say, "why is that Clan?" Well I don't know!? So back off! I wish I had some answers, and maybe I do, but putting them into words is a feat I can't accomplish. What I can do is grunt, make some indistinguishable noises, scratch myself in weird places, and...well...you get the picture.

Maybe I will have some sort of epiphany, and the light will shine and the angels will sing, but not yet. No light. Nothing! I hold on to the hope that this will change soon. That the answers will appear out of the ether. My faith has been tried and shaken, but I still keep coming back to it. I know that what I am doing is part of a grand design that I can't see right now, but one day all of the trials I have gone through will come to fruition. And that day, that day...well...that day will come and I will be waiting for it. I think we all are.

Until then we should all hold our heads high. Yes we are fallible, and we always seem doomed to repeat our mistakes, but take heart I have lived through some rough times (one time in my life I was homeless) and I'm still here. If I can do it, anyone can!

*DISCLAIMER*

These ramblings are meant for me and no one else, any likeness to anyone else is strictly coincidental, and entirely fabricated by me. No animals were harmed in the writing of this blog!

Someone has way too much time on their hands.

Okay just click here!

Come on do it, you won't regret it.

Oh, oh, oh this one too!
Who doesn't like stick figures now!?

A Haiku for the Day

The day lame, I left

How sad, how mad, time fights me

Trailers seen and gone.



Tell me what you think, or better yet write your own. (funny or crazy I don't care) And please, please comment!! :)

I am now entering the Great Beyond, and it smells...like...popcorn!?

All right I have been away for a while, and if any of you have been reading my latest posts, you'll know that I was unemployed and was searching for gainful employment. Well rest easy, all 4 of you who were worried, I have found a job. Guess where I now work by the title? ( give up? I'm not telling you have to guess! :) I work for a company in California who is closely tied to Nielsen for Market Research. I really can't tell you too much I have only been working for them for about a week. But I will tell you this I get to see lots, and lots of movie trailers/commercials before they come out. Which is awesome!! It's pretty fun.

So bully for me I have a new job! Thanks to all of you who were rooting for me to get it. ( you know who you are ) And for all the support and prayers, I am eternally grateful.

Now onto the matter at hand. I have never told you anything about where I came from, or more importantly, how I got to where I am today.

Well lets start at the beginning. I am an identical twin. My brother's name is Ryan. We both have birth marks on opposite sides of our necks. We are what you call mirror twins. When we were born I weighed 7'8 oz, and he was 7'7oz. which I had no idea, but now I know that's huge so WAY TO GO MA!!! ( Sorry about the kicking! It was all Ryan! )

So into the world I came kicking (mostly Ryan) and screaming. I imagine I'll go out much the same way, ironic huh? Anyway I came out on the left and Ryan came out on the right. ( Our mother had to have a C-section ) I am left handed and he is right handed. Interesting facts no?

I grew up eating cereal and playing video games, nintendo mostly, Ryan on the other hand was into sports. So we would go out with our friends and race like every Sat. ( this is before I knew what volleyball was )

I can remember us all lining up with our toes on the street. I can still smell the pavement underneath our feet. The wind would be still...quiet...and then...someone would yell."GO!" and then everything changed the wind was whipping at my face and my glasses went bouncing around my nose. ( sometimes they fell off and I just kept running, and I wonder why I had so many pairs of glasses when I was a kid...go figure. ) It was just sprinting short distances up the street and back, but man could I fly. I was so fast I was the fastest at this summer camp that we went to for years and years.

Ryan and I would race and race and still I won. It wasn't like I gloated about it, but sometimes (to me it seemed) he just really wanted to win, to beat me, maybe to prove something to himself. (this is all speculation...I don't know)

I did not run too much after highschool, I played volleyball instead, and we played, and played, and you get the idea. We taught ourselves, and it was a blast. We were'nt the best, but we were pretty good.

We would play these guys, Wally Kappeler and Thaddeus Macfarlane, all the time at camp and they always won, but they were teaching us too. How to play the game correctly, and how to work as a team. They were the "untouchables" ( they would go and play in tournaments and win ) and we were their acolytes. We learned fast, so fast they had to start playing hard and what we like to call "cheap."

Well that was then and this is now. My brother and I are still competing with each other, just in different things now. We try not to be to pigheaded about certain things, but I guess we have too much of our parents in us.

I still love him though, but I can probably still "whoop" him in a foot race. :) I still have an afinity towards video games, and I am still wearing glasses, but I have a back up pair in case I lose one or the other. I read a lot, and still like to play my guitar now and then, and occasionally I still dabble on the piano, and sketch something.

I have been working on a movie script for a couple of years. ( its not done so please don't ask for a copy of it, but if you would like to discuss it please feel free to comment on this post about it and I will share as much as I can with you) I hope to finish before I'm 50!!

When I was in highschool I was in an underground newspaper for our church youth group. It was called the "Tranquil Dispenser" it is copyrighted so no one can steal it. We would write about people in the youth group and they would all try and guess who the writers were by our pen names. They never figured out who any of us were. It was GREAT!!! :-) ( I'm the midnight bomber baby, yeah, yeah!! and who can forget "SPOON!!!!!" all classics! )

Well let me see I have told you some snippets about myself, if you would like to hear more, especially of the stories of "Blackie Rogers" then please comment with all this in mind, and I will write more soon.

Alms For the Poor.

Five days. That is how long it has been since I have last written anything here. It seems that there is a new coop of guests that have traversed to my site, while I do admit that this is mostly "ramblings of the most inane" (hopefully though you the bloggers do not feel it is that empty or I shall have to quit writing and open a sweatshop in China, and shame on you for forcing me into the child labor market) We here (and by we I mean me) still uphold a certain quality of "edutainment."

So that leaves the five days that I have been away, and I know your all "dying" to know what has happened since. Well I was laid off the day after I went to a job opportunity/interview for a small national company. (a subsidiary of the Nielsen Company ) I head into work and receive a call telling me "hey don't bother coming back we're letting you all go except for the salaried employees...sorry man I know you need a job right now, but this comes down from the Big Dogs." Uh-huh! There you have it the "Big Dogs" (apparently when you get to be higher up in the echelon of companies "they", I don't know who "THEY" are either, replace your name with an animal reference...don't ask its a mystery??) don't care about the bounty on my head (which I am paying off currently) or the fact that I need money to eat, keep a roof over my head, clothe myself (I am not running around naked anymore...if you want to know it was during my college years, and yes it was FUN! :) and still find time to keep myself sane, which is getting harder and harder.

I do though have a wonderful help of sorts. She has been with me through thick and thin, and then some. But even with her help, or sometimes more/less help :), this was straight out of "right field" for both of us.

So I am now jobless, unemployed, currently re-evaluating my vocational choice, whatever you want to call it, it STINKS! That's the plain and simple truth of the matter. But I digress, once more into the great beyond, or some such "rot."

I will leave you with these words. " There never was much hope, just a fools hope."

A Reprise to Saturday Morning Cartoons.

I am quite disconcerted about the direction of today's Sat. morning cartoons are heading. No stories ( worth watching anyway ) no plots, or anything indepth. Its all about the immediacy of this generation. Its like they design these shows with the idea in mind that every kid has ADD. ( or some derivative thereof ) Everything is flashy and inconsistent so as to grasp your attention and divert your awareness of the 23 mins. of your life you just wasted on mindless drivel. (sp?)

Mind you I am one of the biggest champions ( in my mind at least ) of cartoons. ( some not all ) I believe that nowadays kids need heroes like Superman, Batman, and many more too numerous to list. Its the idea that there is a champion for good, and one who does not compromise what he believes in no matter what. That is important to me and should be important to our children, and out children's, children growing up in this world. There are lessons we can learn from the right shows. ( and some that are just well written ) About morals, life lessons, values, beliefs, love and loss, etc...etc...

Saturday morning cartoons have had a tremendous impact on our society as a whole and in part. They shaped our minds with values and beliefs that are starting to dissolve in the tidal wave of meretricious, incoherent, grey matter damaging, delinquency inducing, farce of reality that we let our children be enthralled by and raised by this deviant foster parent, that has no real desire to help, but only to entertain them. ( whew! that was just waiting to burst out )

Easter eggs...yuck!!

This is interesting. Turn the volume up, and watch! That is all...you have been warned!! http://media.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/2461/flyin_egg_fight.swf

(Warning crazy chicken inside)