I just don't think I'm crazy enough...

What makes great bloggers? I have to agree with that article. As for crazy? I'm sure I have my moments, but my crazy is a lot less crazy than most people's. In addition to that, I am short on intensity, passion, strife and struggle, such that my conflicts can only be turned over and rotated once or twice, before the two people who know me personally and read the blog start to get deeply concerned.  You also have to consider that the most exciting thing that happens in my life is stepping in dog poop... or cat poop. That has happened to me three times within a year, and I narrowly missed another steaming pile just last week. Of course, in regards to having something of substance to blog about, I just hope that it isn't shit.

Curtsy to Harvey at Bad Example.

Reality check...

I was checking out some of the blogs in my reading list earlier today, on another fine, overcast, but not rainy Sunday, and found the link to this little piece over at the Crow's Song. Hopefully it will make you think, perhaps make you cry, and it might even help you or someone you know... if you let it truly sink in. I wanted to write something more than this, but as the day progressed, me sitting here in the quiet cold alone, no words came.  Just read it.

At some point, I looked up and noticed that the sun was shining, so I went outside, pulled some weeds and turned over the compost pile. Shortly thereafter, someone made me smile and laugh. It's a start.

To my fellow realists...

I laughed when I received this, but for a brief moment considered it perhaps as a pithimist. However, upon further and immediate reflection, I couldn't not agree.

Curtsy to T1G.

Summer of '85...

... or '86, I can't remember which. Hot summer day, fade to evening. Metallica, myself, black leather chair. I had heard of them and probably listened to something by them before, but I did not know them before that day. I've written a little bit about them here and there. Was never into the metal scene, or long-haired head-banging dudes, nor am I familiar with all those terms that have arisen, before or since... death metal, thrash metal... whatever. Listened to countless other bands since, but none really compared.

Awesomeness...

Again, not a word oft used in my day to day vocabulary, but.. this is little kids playing Metallica... and pretty damn good at that. Just ignore the vocals.

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Wouldn't it be cool to have Mr. Hetfield sir sing with them?

nb: After watching this video over at Harvey's blog, I started to write something more regarding my Metallica, but didn't get very far. Not sure where I'm going with it.

Beautiful...

I never really thought of anything Japanese as beautiful ... ever.  Except maybe my sister, but then she's more cute than beautiful.

Well, the other day, this changed my mind:

Go figure that it was over at the blog of some hairy caveman named Og.

One of the translations I found and a little backstory can be read here. The odd thing is the timing of finding out about the song, and how the words reflect where I ended up in life. The funny thing is how much it reminds me of a poem I learned in school 30 years ago and never forgot. The few translations that I have come across thusfar just don't do it justice.

Just curious...

I'm not on Facebook. Not a fan of Facebook. I have written that a couple times in the past here. I am however curious about something...  Is it possible to meet someone intriguing and interesting on Facebook? Or... is this more likely to occur on a Blog? 

And no... I'm not going to do any research to answer my question. Just throwing it out there into the void.

Pretty...

... in purple...

Hydrangeas on the kitchen table.

A little bit of summer...

... the original shot below, taken a couple months ago on one of the very limited number of sunny days, whilst standing in  my backyard, with the huge evergreen peeking out on the right hand side, and the powerline running through near the bottom.

Summer was sporadic and short-lived this year and I definitely didn't spend as much time outside as in the last few years. Hmm... I didn't get too sunburnt, I didn't play tennis at all, I didn't even bring the bike up from the basement. This was of course only partially due to the lack of sunshiney weather, and moreso to do with lack of motivation... still.

 

 

I could almost taste it...

Tonight after getting home from the obligatory sporting activity, I was trying to decide what to eat for dinner and opted for the two Roma tomatoes from aged father's garden. I sliced them up, placed them on toast with Becel (margarine), Miracle Whip and Cheddar Cheese, and set to broil in the oven so as to melt the cheese just so. What can I say... I could almost taste the bacon. I'm hungry thinking about it even now, a few hours later. Oh... bacon...  in all your crispy, fatty goodness... I miss you.

I suck...

I am presently in a particularly precarious position pursuant to persistent procrastination.  The living of life was limited due to lengthy lapses of linear thought and lolligagging in lethargic limbo. I am aversely aware that my attitudinal aptitude for appropriate activities has apparently abandoned me. The simplification of self seemed sufficient for self-preservation yet subsequently started the struggle stemming from a systematic systemic shutdown  Simply said... I screwed myself.

Literally...

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From Magniflorious Phule.

But of course I had to watch a couple more.


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I watched this one last, but for some reason it just seemed a little funnier... probably because of the last line.

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The Muppets?

... they seem to be everywhere  lately . Even in my head.


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Oh... and there's a new movie too.


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This cracked me up...

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From here.

Almost home...

Heading down the sidewalk towards home, looking North.

I don't know...

Nothing lasts forever. But what happens when you never imagined it any other way? What happens when the forever you never imagined is gone? What happens when you never look beyond what is and when what is dies, all of you dies with it? 

The rain falls,

the wind blows, the sun shines, but for some, no more shall.

To honour those who gave their lives for another and in service to their country. Since last time,

U.S. (Cali (3), Wis (2), Okla (2), Tex (2), Fla (2),

         Neb, NJ, Ga, Mass, Ind, Tenn, Nev, Idaho,

         Ohio, Mich, Alab, Puerto Rico)

Italy (3)

New Zealand

The Tao of Eeyore...

Even at the very bottom of the river, don't stop to say to yourself, "Is this a Hearty Joke, or is it the Merest Accident?" Just float to the surface and say to yourself, "It's wet."

The wisdom of Eeyore, who by these words was indeed a smart ass.

I blog therefore I am?

I struggle yet with the reason for my existence, the purpose of my life, the usefulness of this person. The funny thing is, that the blog mirrors this facet of me...  I could just as easily have said... I struggle yet with the reason for my blog, the purpose of my blogging, the usefulness of this blog. I am therefore I blog... or I blog therefore I am? I write nothing of substance because there are no words of substance within me. Is it because I lack substance or because I have become nothing? And so on and so on. Whatever. Stop blogging, start living?  Blog about life? Sure, I'll get right on that.

A lobotomy, cake or death?

There was a comment on the blog the other day: "Have you considered doing a brainial makeover?", to which I responded "A lobotomy or death?". I now find this pretty damn funny because I just remembered from a few days ago in an email, "Cake or Death?" came up.  Oh... the choices are limitless. On an interesting side-note, Star Wars was also mentioned in that comment, so the video I posted here suits this theme as well.