Startled O's

Today, the world is a small place. I think it'll be my new goal to try and meet people from all over the world. If not in person then perhaps through this meager tablet of webbage I call my blog.

One of the first random blogs I started following is written by Ghost from Singapore. You'll see it over to the right under Random Blogs. It's called Musings From the Lion City. He always seems to blog about things just before I do. We have similar gaming interests and we read similar books. It's always interesting to read his opinion of things from the Singapore point of view.

Today, Jen commented on my Motörhead post. She said that the umlaut over the o made the o look startled. I thought that was a funny and random thing to say so I went to see what she writes about in her spare time. She's from South Korea and she just started a new blog. Her first post inspired me to go out and find some music to listen to. You'll see why. I'm adding her blog to my list. It's called Lyric Waltz. Her style of writing is better than mine and I think I've probably been at it longer. Sad but true. As long as she doesn't write as much as my inspirational nemesis Durango, we'll all be okay.

Anyway, here's the music I found. I don't own a lot of classical music, but Holst: The Planets was one of the first ones I bought...

As I branch out I may have to cut down on my domestic followage. I'll apologize ahead of time!

I tried to write this using Googles new editor. Man I messed things up. Had to edit it like 10 times. The preview looked okay, but you should have seen it after I hit the Publish button. This'll be fun!

More Californication

I just finished watching the first 6 episodes of season 2 of Californication.

I'm thinking I might start a blog over on Wordpress for adult material.

I don't know how I can voice my unadulterated opinion of this series on my G rated blog.

I've tried to come up with a way to do it.  And I've failed miserably.

The problem is that this blog is not very busy.  It's got a trickle of people.

If I tried to start an adult only blog at another location then I'd have two trickles.  One slightly smaller than the other.

And no one likes a small trickle.

Anyway, season 2 episode 1 of Californication found Hank getting a vasectomy.  Good times.

Don't watch the following video unless you are like 24 or something.

Motörhead

I debated on whether or not to post this, but it made me laugh. A song from Motörhead. It's on their Iron Fist album which was released 1982.
Lemmy's great. What a peaceful place the world would be today if everyone was crazy like Lemmy. Enjoy...



I had to edit this. I put the umlauts in the wrong place... Funny that.

Alice in Wonderland

As you sit and contemplate the imminent release of Tim Burton’s adaptation of Alice in Wonderland on March 5 featuring a star studded cast including: Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter.

I only ask that you do one thing.

Just one simple thing that I haven’t talked about in months now.

I mean I was quietly hushed through intimidation and peer pressure, but this must come out.

It really must be released for public consumption.

I’ve tried to hold back as long as possible, but the urging in the back of my weak mind finally became too strong and I was forced to unleash the beast.

Lewis Carroll, born Charles Lutwidge Dodgson on January 27th, 1832 was a left handed Aquarius.

His writings are filled with wordplay and puzzles.  His pseudonym Lewis is an anglicized form of Ludovicus, which is Latin for Lutwidge.  Carroll is an anglicized version of Carolus, the Latin for Charles.

Enjoy the movie, brought to you, in no small part, by an eccentric left handed Aquarius.

Come Share Your Stories of Kermit (Now I Know Why)

Durango, the budding rock star living just down the road from me, has opened my eyes as to why I need psychiatric help.

After I turned 18 I moved around a lot. The longest I ever stayed in any one place was 7 years. Before I was 18? I lived in Wink for 3 years and Kermit for 15 years. I lived longer in Kermit than any other place in all my life.

Now, when I voice my psychiatric concerns, Durango springs this on me. And I'm thinking. This isn't unusual. Stuff like this happened every day.

Perhaps it was something in the water? Come share your fond memories of Kermit. I know you are out there. You can forgo mentioning names to protect the unindicted.

Like the guy who built the pipe bomb in his garage. And help me remember this one. Didn't someone in the upper echelon go down for selling drugs? Fond memories.

I remember my father drove a car without tags from Chicago to Wink. To get to Wink, he came in through the top of the Texas Panhandle (Amarillo). Basically a 7+ hour drive through countless Texas cities. He got pulled over twice in Kermit for no tags (you have to go through Kermit to get to Wink). Kermit ain't that big.

Kermit is the only place I've ever been pulled over for "looking suspicious". I've heard that back in the late 70's or early 80's the Kermit police department started selling drugs so they could make all the profits. Incarcerating drug traffickers makes the local law enforcement look good and cuts down on the competition.

I Need Psychiatric Help

I am having my monthly episode of the Bad JooJoo.

I seriously don’t know what causes it.

I make excuses for people.  I still make excuses for my ex-wife.

I’ve been to a couple of relationship counselors.  I’ve probably had a total of 3 months of professional counseling.  Sometimes when I get into strange social situations something one of them said will jump into my head uninvited.

Boundaries was the word for this weekend.  My first counselor had a couple of sessions with me about setting my boundaries.  She said my boundaries were not solid.  That I tend to move them to fit the situation.  This is both good and bad.  It causes me to make excuses for people and it causes me to blame myself for everything that happens.

My 2nd counselor told me that I’ll be a lot happier once I realize that it’s not always my fault.  That’s not the way she phrased it.  She said something along the lines of: “People that cheat are going to cheat and there’s not really anything you can do about it.  You just need to focus on things that make you happy.”

I have a boundary now.  It’s called the “don’t mess with my kids” boundary.  I adopted it when my ex-wife got remarried.  And I carved it in stone. 

On Friday I went out with a friend of mine and his girlfriend.  It had been a long time since we’d been out together.  I met him at 5 for happy hour and we were supposed to meet her at an eatery down the street at 6.

My daughter called (shortly after my friend called) and asked when I was coming over to pick them up.  I told her about my dinner plans and said it would have to be afterwards so maybe 8 or so.  She said okay and that was that.  The conversation becomes important later so bear with me if you can.

The happy hour at 5 was cool.  My waitress there was very entertaining.  She was quite intelligent and had an uncanny ability for entertaining dialog.  I don’t dialog well, but she had me comfortably dialoging.  It was refreshing.  It reminded me of Ed.  She opened up by describing the daily beer special as, “a melee of fantastic flavors” to which I replied, “I can honestly say I’ve never heard anyone use the word melee to casually describe a beer or, in fact, a beverage of any kind”.  It went on from there.  We talked about vampires, the show Castle, which lead to the show Firefly and on and on.  This is a place called Tilted Kilt.  I’d tell you my waitresses name, but I’m not sure I’m allowed.  You could request the intelligent one.  I wonder how that would go over.

At 6 we went down the street to meet the girlfriend.  That was cool too.  This restaurant we go to maybe once every 6 months or so.  It is Fireside Pies.  And I think 3 out of 4 times we go we have this same waitress.  This time we sat down and here she came.  “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” she asked.  I fell into my experimentation mode and started naming off adult entertainment facilities in the area.  Fun was had by all.  I didn’t really do that.

At 7 my friend started telling me that it had been too long since we all went out for karaoke so I should call my daughter and tell her I’d pick her up Saturday morning.  I really don’t like putting my kids off, but it had been a long time since we had all been out together so I fought it a bit, but after some pleading I gave in.

He went to the restroom and his girlfriend had this brilliant idea that she was going to tell him that she was tired and just wanted to go home.  I thought it would be funny so I said I’d go along with it the best I could.

Well, for some reason, this little prank turned my friend into a rotten tomato.  If I stretch the logic and put on my “pissy little bitch” hat, I can sort of see why he was irritated.  Sort of.

Anyway, we all left to go do the karaoke evening.  On my way to do karaoke I get two messages.  One from the girlfriend.  Followed quickly by his message.  They have cancelled.  I’ve already cancelled my plans with my kids and possibly disappointed them because perhaps they had plans and now he’s blowing off his plans with me.

Ballistic would be a mild explanation of my feelings.  You can mess up my plans all you want.  I don’t care (too much).  But you don’t talk me into messing with my kid’s plans and then back out.  I already felt guilty about changing my kid’s plans.  I did it because a friend asked me to go out and spend some time with him and his girlfriend.

But, now I am back to making excuses.  I know I should have been stronger and not backed out on my kids to begin with.  Is it my fault?  Am I overreacting?

I miss Ed.

Opening Act

I don't blog much.

I just found out today that the band opening for Cadillac Sky on March 3 has played at the White House. No joke.




I might have to buy my tickets sooner than expected. They'll sell out soon!