This post came from a sudden urge. I will go into specifics in a bit.

A sudden urge results when a situation develops around you. However, at the same moment you are not prepared with the right tools to handle the urge. You know. A good looking woman. The stun gun holster is empty. Catch a chipmunk. Duct tape is empty. Have to blow Chunks. The dog, Chunks is back at home. The Swedish Bikini Team lands in your campsite. And you are in the midst of re-enacting a scene from Deliverance. If they would have radioed ahead you may have just waited. You get the point. It is frustrating to find yourself in a situation you can’t resolve they want you would’ve wanted. You can only imagine how the moment would’ve played out had you been in deed prepared. In your mind, you would have executed your game plan with perfection.

An urge can have a positive (Aaaah!) or a negative (Ugggh!) result. It all depends on what you want to achieve. It also depends on whether you are overcoming a challenge or to have an excuse to explain. This experiment can be observed in a bar on any given night.

Now on the specifics of what influenced this post. The other day, on lunch break I had to run a few errands. I needed to also get lunch during this time. So I stopped at Sub shop chain that is found about every half mile. It was about 12:30PM. As the woman behind the counter was making my sub. A loud mouth and soon to be revealed idiot walked in. And wanted to know why the breakfast menu option was no longer available. He could not accept the explanation and became ridiculously argumentative. I was on the clock per say and this idiot made it way too far in life not to know what fucking time it was. I had to make a quick stop at a drug store after work that day too. One item. In and out. At most a two minute mission. Little did I know? I was about to be proven overly optimistic with my game plan. The drug store’s name states “Right and Helpful”. So I grabbed the item needed. There was a man at the counter ahead of me. He had quite an amount of items he was purchasing. The cashier totaled and bagged the items. She gave him his total due. And he just stood there doing nothing. Then he told the cashier he was waiting for his wife who was still shopping and she had the money. I stood there and just gave him an “evil stare”. And yet he felt no shame what so ever. A few minutes later, the wife came to the counter. She had a fully loaded cart and a bunch of issues with that week’s sales flyer. I just stared at them. And still no sense of shame from them. The problem with trying to use Jedi Mind Tricks on idiots is you need to have a brain to be able to target on. People like them and the other guy should only go out in public if they are wearing helmets. Because people like them give me an urge. And one of these days, I may just be prepared by carrying a baseball bat. I would then be able to play the Human version of the “Whack-a-Mole” game. For once I want to feel amused for having to be around people like this. Plus, “I’ve got mad hits like Rod Carew.”

However, our society for the most part cannot act on its sudden urges for the most part. Society for the most part would completely fall apart. Even worse than how it appears on the evening news. Can you imagine everyone taking turns on the Maury Povich Show waiting for the DNA test results?

They are going to be bringing back the cartoon, Beavis and Butthead. This may make some people think that society is going down hard for the count. I think we need stupid characters to point out the greater stupidity of it all. And hopefully, have a laugh or two from their observations.

It has to start somewhere.



Someone needs to bring back the fun. Someone needs to bring the “Weee” back into this WeeeTarded world.

I am beginning to think that the barrage of pharmaceutical ads for a variety of symptoms has had an impact on people’s attitude. In a way the ads have infected how people look at others. It comes down to this. It is way too easy to get a prescription. It is the illusion of the “quick fix”. All you have to do is swallow and the problem is solved. This mentality has also been subversive in how people view others. However, it takes way more of an effort to understand the script of another person’s existence.

I am also aware of how our society has come to accept “Reality TV” as a valid representation of any person who appears on one of those shows. However, these people are really being created through the filming and editing process of the show’s behind-the-scenes producers. In our mass media age, anything a person says or does can be altered by this process. I am a fan of the Keith and the Girl podcast and many of the guests on the show are comedians. There are quite a few of them who have been contestants on The Last Comic Standing. They all tell the story of how they did not have to stand in line to audition. Their agents did it for them and told them when to show up to do their routine. How they all knew most of the comedians involved already. They also told how they were filmed and how it was changed by the final edit of the show. How their jokes were altered by the edits. Taglines for the jokes were turned into the punch line. In the end, the comedians all had pretty much the same feeling about the show. It was crap. But it was a good way to get their names out there to more people. I am also pretty much skeptical of any reality show contest that has a phone number to vote for your favorite performer of that episode. These vote tallies are never revealed. There is no outside third party monitoring the voting process to help insure the true results. After the 2000 Presidential election, I have begun to feel that in this country we are no longer capable of holding a real legitimate election.

Comedian Doug Stanhope has just posted an article that fits into what I have just stated above. He also feels that his soul has been tainted because he was in the original preview pilot for The Last Comic Standing.

It is hard to be yourself in these modern times. I was thinking about this in another segment of my life. I do not get into much (if at all) in this blog. It is not out of shame or such. I know this blog and that segment would be a hard fit to bring together at this point. And if I did I would spend way too much time trying to explain it and defend it to people who should not get a say in the matter. There is a time and place for everything but not for everyone.

I work for a company that is probably in the Fortune 500 listings. I am guessing about that based on the fact that I cannot afford to buy a share of their stock. I am just going to leave the company nameless. I also want to stay off Human Resources and the Legal Department’s radar to be safe too. The company recently issued its policy for employee use of social network websites. The wanted employees to know their duty is to not to do harm to the company’s image. As I read through the policy I am not sure if I can even mentioned that I am employed at all. I feel like I am in some quasi Witness Protection program. If so I want to be hanging out with “Good Fellas”. Companies want some loyalty. (Loyalty has become a big issue over the last few days with Lebron James incident. I heard a sports analyst sum it up best when it comes to loyalty. He said. When companies stopped giving out pension plans, loyalty was no longer a real option.) I know companies need to have some control on how they operate. But wanting everyone to have “blind faith” can be very dangerous. “Blind faith” is part of what lead to economic meltdown. I think employees should get the same protection as people on the commentary tracks of DVD’s get. “The opinions stated on this DVD are not necessarily those of the Parent Corporation, producers, etc.” And besides if my smart ass comments and insights is the “lynch pin” that brings down the company, their business plan was big time flawed to begin with. People want to be themselves and bring what is within them to work. But it is tough with all of the over-sensitive workplace conduct policies they have to navigate. The current tough economic conditions have brought a lot of fear in to this equation too. But if we could be ourselves at work the self help industry along with daytime television would collapse. If companies are so worried about their image then they should go after and shut down the real domain where their image takes a hit from their workers. The bars. The original of social networking sites. You know why they call it “Happy Hour”? Because you are so happy that after an 8-10 hour work day you finally get to speak your mind. And there is nothing like a cold beer to fuel it. Another note to management. Those Dilbert comics on the bulletin board were not placed there for the irony.

In times like these, I try to seek media that has some sense of honesty about its content. I am a fan of the opening monologues for The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. He does use cue cards and shoots from the hip per say. His monologue is not just joke after joke in order to prime his studio audience.

I am also looking forward to reading comedian Mike Birbiglia upcoming book “Sleep Walk with Me and Other Painfully True Stories”. I like how he takes his life’s awkward moments and finds the humor in them.

I also try to catch certain shows on TV (when I have cable available) or through the Internet. I am becoming more and more a fan of Mike Rowe from the Discovery Channel’s show Dirty Jobs. You can tell he is actually doing the work himself. There are no tricks of filming or editing to fool you into believing he is doing it. Just watch his reaction during a job. It is genuine. I also still admire his TED speech on how work is viewed and how it really should be seen. The other show on the channel is The Deadliest Catch. The show is the chronicle of Alaskan crab fisherman. A job 99% of the world would never be able to handle. The men on the fishing boats are rough and tough under harsh weather conditions. They are also complex people with all of their strengths and flaws for the world to see. I do not feel they are edited and made into two dimensional stock TV characters. If these guys felt they were being shown in a way that wasn’t them that they would walk away from the show. And the producers of the show would have also been thrown off their boats into the Bering Sea. The face of the show was embodied by Capt Phil Harris. He said “A fairytale starts out ‘Once upon a time.’ A fisherman’s story starts out, ‘This ain’t no bullshit.’” Phil Harris became the center of the show this season with his own death. It was controversial but Phil believed his story needed to have an ending. And if this was the way it was. So be it. He has shown all the dimensions of himself for 5-6 seasons of the show and why stop before the final end. You know how you can determine when you have met a truly authentic person? When you get to know a person you start to realize you have never read a character like this in a book or seen on a movie or TV screen. And you want to share that persons story.

Mike Rowe’s tribute to him sums up why he made his mark on this world.

A few years ago, the producers of The Deadliest Catch made a reality show competition called “America’s Toughest Job”. It was about a group of contestants would do tough and dirty jobs for prize money. The show was also a mistake. The stakes in the show were nothing compared to the people who really have to do it for a living. And they do without having really safety nets and insurance waivers. You cannot take individuals with personality spots to fill and try to make them into real people of character. It just does not work that way. Our modern media age wants to trick you into believing that. The personalities on the shows like The Real World will for the most part come and go without leaving any lasting impression. People of character, like Phil Harris stay with you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Note to Phil. If you come across a person named Norm where you are. Trust me. He has a voice that can’t be missed. Have a beer with him. He was a lot like you.

 

 

 

 

 

This post has been influenced by a side effect of the life I live. I am a single person and I live on my own. I do not have a female object of affection in my life to mentally dissect and to be passive aggressive with. So I take all that time and energy out on myself. And I can be a real bastard.

I really wish I could afford the stereotypical male midlife crisis. A stripper half my age. And a sports car to compensate for what I am not physically endowed with. Maybe this is a good thing that I am not able to do it. Who wants to be sad cliché?

The sands of time are beginning to act like sand at the beach. And not in a good way. It is more like when the sand gets in your shorts and starts to chafe your crotch. Irritating. And you cannot deal with it in a public setting. Acknowledging it in public can really be embarrassing.

The Sands of time are starting to show me what it is and what it was. Sometimes the line between the two can be very blurry. (Maybe I need to have my eyes checked out. It is not easy to determine what to hold on to and what to let go of. The answer is not always going to be the one I want. Bob Dylan was wrong. The answer is not always “blowing in the wind.”

Watch this video from comedian Greg Behrendt. His realization is part of the influence on the next part in this posting.

Time is catching up to me. I am about to hit an age in which I will become “Officially Uncool”. And I did it without becoming married and with children that usually mark that status achievement. I am leaving the age range that is most desired by advertisers. No more cool shit marketed to me. Except for the “magic blue pills”. And I am sure if I will need them because I have never let myself down. Sad but true. Wait! I did once. It was the result of an expensive bottle of bourbon. If you are going to disappoint yourself go for quality. Don’t slum it.

I had a moment recently where I had the revelation of my age. I had a new tenant move in this month. She is in her 20′s. She had some friends helping her with the move in. Amongst them were two guys also in their 20′s. One had a tattoo form the punk rock Black Flag. A band that broke up in 1986. the year this guy was probably born in. I was thinking how a band he never directly experienced could be something he would want to immortalize on his body. He should have a band from his generation. The other guy had a Descendants t-shirt on and it was for an album I have. I wanted to call to their attention that I am too a fan of that music. I still listen to that music. Listen up. Tell me! I’m still cool! Right? Then I realized when I was a teen I wore a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. A band I never directly experienced either. And I have most of their albums. In the end, I kept my mouth shut. I wanted someone else to at least acknowledge that somehow I was and still am relevant. I am still capable of being “cool”. However, in that moment I watched my “coolness” and a bit of my dignity slip away from me. And they both had the fingernail claw marks ripped into them as I had tried to desperately hold on to them.

I am too old for this shit. Almost.

Future possible posting: My Murtaugh List

No matter what I am still going out “rocking”.

Bonus clip from Greg Behrendt

The following are not presented in the order dictated by the Dewey Decimal System

  1. Watched the documentary Gonzo: The Life and Work of Hunter S. Thompson.
  2. It is hard if not impossible that you question your faith as a result of lost, frustration and what seems to be overwhelming odds against yourself.
  3. The book and movie adaptation of High Fidelity by Nick Hornby. Especially how the main character Rob judges people by their album collection.
  4. Frank Zappa who said, “Bad facts make bad laws.”

 

The following was “sparked” by a moment of frustration in another part of my life. But please do not read it with that tone of thought. As for that frustration and what it was is something for another place and time.

The following post was also influenced by This I Believe
where they challenge you to write down a statement of your own. I never thought I was capable of doing one. I am still not sure. But I am going to try for one anyways.

I want to also state that what I am about to write is not meant as an all encompassing religious philosophy that you have to buy into. Or even accept at all.

 

 

 

 

  

 The true mission of education is to give of a foundation of skills. Their purpose is to lay the foundation upon which you continue to build your base of knowledge upon. The process of education will always be ongoing throughout your life. And it will be going on long after the dates stated on whatever degrees or certifications you may acquire. Education may be viewed as a formal process but do not use it as the only way to “round out” your experiences as a human being.
Over the years, I have collected vast amounts of books. They cover a wide range of topics and genres. I do enjoy reading whenever I have the opportunity to do so. I like attempting to expand my own personal knowledge base. I also like challenging the validity of what I have learned to see if it still holds true.

I have come to the realization of this habit. I will never have an all encompassing philosophical or ideological principle that will define my life as a whole. I am at an age where I should have acquired one by now. There are many of those who are also at my age and will find this to be a scary notion. I find it comforting. It means I will always in some way be engaging what I have collected in my library. What I know today may not hold up in the future. And what I deny today may be one day is revealed to be true. I also accept that all of the knowledge I gain may never have a direct application in my life. That knowledge may only exist to expand the horizon of my own thought process. It may only exist to build up my own personal library. There may be an event at some point in my life where I may require access to such knowledge. When and where this event may occur has not been revealed to me as of yet. If ever.

I would rather work on my library as an individual. I am doing so to keep myself in some sense of motion. I do not want to waste time trying to align myself in total with any particular movement. The problem is too many movements are the result of a passing fad or short term moment of chaos.

I would also like people to work on their own library. I also would like to remind them that when dealing with others that they should resist the urge to completely compare and judge what others have accumulated. It is important to be open-minded. And at the same time have the filters ready to sift out anything that may contaminate your own collection. Be proud of your own library. But be humble to the fact that it will remain a work in progress.

We may all have a similar collection of best sellers and the titles acquired by academic requirements. It is the obscure titles in the collection that fill out and uniquely identify a personal library. The same also applies to an individual’s own experiences

 

 “The universe is too great a mystery for there to be only one single approach to it.”

     -Symmachus-

 


 

There are a lot of things in this life that seems to breakdown. And for me this is the case. The bottle of glue right now does not have enough in it for the job at hand.

This posting is an exercise in trying to write something. Anything.

It is also an attempt to keep things in motion because when things slow down and stop that is when the trouble begins.

I have heard this too often from many different and unrelated people. My voice sounds like that of a person being pulled in hundreds of different directions.


I read the book Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk while ago and lately the tone of the book has been in my psyche. This is a book you should avoid if you have (particularly in this case) a weak stomach. But if you like to challenge yourself through reading something out of the ordinary then you should give this one a chance.

It is the story of a bunch of people who attend a writer’s workshop and are forced to tell their own story. And their stories are of heartbreak, lost and the defects of their own character. They are disturbing and at the same time compelling too.

 

 The thought process of my mind always seeks out sources of information (any source and any format) as an attempt to connect in odd way with the world at large. Look! My mind did not come with any set of operating instructions. At times it even baffles the Big Guy. I am always finding new sources of knowledge to put into my brain. I am trying to figure out if my current circumstances or my past experiences have some place of context in this world. For example (not really), there is one that I cannot go into detail because it is not completely my own to tell. And besides I was also told to shut up about it too. But I am trying to come to terms with it and it is implications. I need something out there to compare and contrast it with. Luckily, I have been listening a lot lately to comedian Doug Stanhope and his tale of “Bobbie Barnett”. (WARNING: Do not play this at work or with the kids around). It should also be noted that in times of stress I seek out humor. The more “twisted and odd” that it is the better.

 
I also have a mind that remembers things at the oddest of times. And I am at a lost at why I would be remembering it at all. (Maybe at a later point in time I will be more willing and even capable of giving an example.) Soon enough the situation I find myself in and the memory become relevant. (I wish I could recognize the memory is really a “heads up warning”.)And sadly, most of the time it is one of hardship and/or lost. Recently, this was the case and in more than one circumstance. I am not going to spell out the details. I am not ready to, willing to nor am I really capable at this point to give the details. Maybe it is because I have not come to their full insight and wisdom. I just want to just acknowledge for the time being that behind it all there is a thought or two trying to manifest themselves. They are slowly churning about like the burritos I had for lunch.


I heard this from Dan Kennedy in his performance at The Moth. “My therapist told me, ‘When you go forward you will be intuitively able to handle what used to baffle you.”


I am just going to try to keep moving forward. But I have to admit. I am beginning to tire of feeling like I am constantly being “run over”.

 

And finally, maybe the past like the future is something we will never fully grasp.

  

 

 

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