Tonight, I planned to toast 2011 with a lot of alcohol; namely the rest of the wine and the remaining beer my folks left in the fridge, plus a bottle Toni's folks gave us. I thought I'd get sloshed, write a hilarious ndrunken blog and generally have a gay 'ol time with my wife.
So what am I doing? I'm drinking Dr. Pepper and eating chips & salsa we found in the fridge.
Behold - the Ravages of Age!
I must confess I've never been that much of a drinker, though I like the thought of getting tipsy and a bit silly. But when it comes to getting hammered, I'm all talk 99.99% of the time.
I really don't like the taste of alcohol, either and my belly is still so full from dinner I'm not relishing the thought of pouring a lot of additional liquid into it. Additionally, the thought of killing brain cells & putting that much toxin into my body makes me cringe. What if I drink too much and forget how to do math? I don't have that many brain cells as is, and I have none to spare.
Anyway, I thought the dissapointment was worth sharing. There's a slim possibility I might follow through with my original plan, but I wouldn't hold my breath.
Have a cat.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
I clearly do not understand
Why is it that an intelligent, mature, emotionally stable and generally sweet woman will meet another woman and dislike her immediately, despite having had no other exposure other than visual contact?
I've been told "woman's intuition" as an answer, and while I understand that it is acceptable as an answer from woman to another, it is beyond my comprehension to fully grasp. While, as a male, I understand that there are certain elements of the girl brain that I am incapable of understanding to a degree that will satisfy me, can anybody out there give it a shot?
I fear I am walking where angels fear to tread.
I fear I am walking where angels fear to tread.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
A Tale of Woe
Our tale beginneth at half past the hour of seven, on the six and twentieth day of December, in the year of our Lord 2010. Yesterday hath Christmas, and not a merrier day have we seen lo these many years, with food and wine and gift abounding. Yea, our spirit would be not dampened by hunger the following eve, and so we vociferated the nearest Inn of Pizza forthwith.
Verily they said unto us, we have no thin-crust pizza dough, but upon the hour of eight we shalt have it, and have it in abundance. Hearing this gospel, we decreed our delicatation and sojourned forth to claim our accolde with abandon, bearing with us a gift for the Inn-keepers, a docket that bore the legend of a one-topping large carryout for $7.99.
Yea, we journeyed into the cold darkness of night until the light of the Inn illuminated in all its glory. Famished and permeated with glee, we entered the Inn bearing our docket, having entered into an accord with the Innkeeper before our departure, and eager to partake of our large, single topping thin-crusted and perfectly seasoned delight.
Though upon our arrival, the Innkeeper presented us with an offering of a medium, hand-tossed pie. And lo - there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth, renting of garments, and wearing of black sack cloth. And verily I spoke unto them, we ordered a large thin crust.
And so the Innkeeper lamented; issuing forth a declaration that there was no dough for thin crust, but that if we waited for another 30 minutes or so they would have some. And lo - a manager did appear, and the glory of the Inn shone all around him; and yea, he ran away and disappeared, for he was sore afraid.
The Inkeeper madeth not any attempt to rectify the situation, nor to be our redeemer, nor to make our excursion rightous and fruitful. And yea, I said unto them that we shalt, with great sadness that shalt spread across the land and unto the fourth generation, effect our departure. And so we left the Inn, and rendered $8.00 unto Ceaser's in parlay for a regular pepperoni and seasoned slices of a leavened loaf, promising herewith an abundance of such lunacy.
So speaketh Ian; may the Inn persevere through their iniquities, and yea may the Inn seek to better it's customer service, which stinketh of death and desolation; of rot and apathy. Though until then; we shalt not cross the desert of their wickedness, nor indulge their grievance.
Here endeth the tale of woe.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Christmas Eve at our house
In the odd event any of you guys are up (or working) and are stopping by, here's how we were rollin' on Christmas Eve.
Also, it's all in haiku, 'cause nothing celebrates the birth of Jesus like Japanese poetry.
Here is our new tree
We only used half of it
'cause it was too tall
Here is my stocking
I made it with a crayon
I could not fine mine
Pumba was watching
Scout with concern because she
Could get near the pie
I smiled big 'cause
I have a mouth stuffed with lots
of big marshmallows
Mom sits on the couch
With a cup of Christmas cheer
It's totally spiked
I do love my mom
And I like it when she is
Having a good time
Timone emerges
He was hiding in the hall
'Cause it's quiet there
If Oscar looks sad
It is because we told him
He can have no pie
Toni hold Scout's toy
It's a monkey with no head
Also it smells bad
Dad had two beers and
A great big ham sandwich
Then he went to bed
Scout whines, begs and cries
Throw my disfigured monkey
I will bring it back
Look real carefully
And you can see a stuffed ape
Mid-air by the light
Anyway, that's about it for tonight. I hope all you guys and gals have a very Merry Christmas. God bless you, your families, your kids and your friends. Thanks for reading.
Have a cat :-)
Also, it's all in haiku, 'cause nothing celebrates the birth of Jesus like Japanese poetry.
Here is our new tree
We only used half of it
'cause it was too tall
Here is my stocking
I made it with a crayon
I could not fine mine
Pumba was watching
Scout with concern because she
Could get near the pie
I smiled big 'cause
I have a mouth stuffed with lots
of big marshmallows
Mom sits on the couch
With a cup of Christmas cheer
It's totally spiked
I do love my mom
And I like it when she is
Having a good time
Timone emerges
He was hiding in the hall
'Cause it's quiet there
If Oscar looks sad
It is because we told him
He can have no pie
Toni hold Scout's toy
It's a monkey with no head
Also it smells bad
Dad had two beers and
A great big ham sandwich
Then he went to bed
Scout whines, begs and cries
Throw my disfigured monkey
I will bring it back
Look real carefully
And you can see a stuffed ape
Mid-air by the light
Anyway, that's about it for tonight. I hope all you guys and gals have a very Merry Christmas. God bless you, your families, your kids and your friends. Thanks for reading.
Have a cat :-)
Thursday, December 23, 2010
A delightful Christmas treat
Every year, I get to hear a few Christmas songs that are joyous and precious to me. Please give a listen - there are two sides, and they are glorious. Turn it up and enjoy it - no tricks from me, either. You will not be dissapointed.
Or, more appropriately, you might be.
http://falalalala.com/2010/12/christmas-piano-by-boyce-hawkins/
Feel free to read the credits afterwards - every great artist deserves the appropriate credit.
Or, more appropriately, you might be.
http://falalalala.com/2010/12/christmas-piano-by-boyce-hawkins/
Feel free to read the credits afterwards - every great artist deserves the appropriate credit.
Click on this one to view it full size. It's priceless.
So...in all fairness, I have a job interview @ 2:30 this afternoon. It's either a stop-gap measure or a career move; odds are it'll be the latter because it's a huge company with a lot of money, and the manager seems pretty bright, which is a good sign.
So, to be fair - thank you, God - it does appear that you really did listen, and as I was so pissy and impatient recently, it's only appropriate that my acknowledgement of Your faithfulness is as public as my complaint.
Oddly enough, I just went in for some buffalo wings - I came out with an interview. I think God just wanted a good story, personally. I'm a big fan of good stories. Apparently, so is He.
I'm going to post a short video of Scout this afternoon, as she's really good at fetching. Our long-term goal is to make her one of those frisbee-catching dogs, and we figure what we're doing is a good step towards that goal. Dad is building a fence in the back yard, so pretty soon Scout can run without her leash.
We all watched the old version (John Wayne) of True Grit last night. It's the first John Wayne movie I've ever watched. It was very dated, but it was pretty good, and much funnier than I expected. I'm excited to watch the Coen brothers version here pretty soon. Toni, who is a HUGE John Wayne fan, had me watch Rio Bravo aftewards, which was also fun to watch. We started McClintock after that, but we were too tired to finish it. I think we're going to have to add Big Jake to our Netflix account. I feel very American and patriotic watching John Wayne movies, plus I like the fact that he hits people who need it. There's something very satisfying about that.
Anyway, I think that's it. I'm gonna go take a shower. Have a cat.
Cats are funny.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
A few thoughts on the season....
I. Music
I realize that music is entirely subjective, but just because a Christmas Song is old and a "classic" doesn't mean that, as a song, it's good. For instance, I dislike "Little Drummer Boy", because I think it's stupid. I dislike saying "pa rum-pa-pum-pum" ad nauseaum for a few reasons. First off, no drum in the world makes that noise. Secondly, it's silly. if you were to insert a man-made trumpet noise it would be equally stupid. Imagine this:
"Come, they told me! Wah wah wah wah waaaaahhhhh"
You can see where I'm going, but not before I make you think about it with a tube, a flute, a guitar, and a harpsichord to drive my point home. It had to be done.
II. Radio
To KLTY 94.9 - a radio station: Please don't identify yourself as the real Christmas station, as opposed to those big phonies at 103.7, who have been doing longer than you've been around with their non-Christian artists singing those tried-and-true atrocities like "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and "Jingle Bells" that have nothing to do with Jesus. I mean, no self-respecting Christian wants to hear about how Santa Claus is coming to town, right?
And please don't say that you celebrate Christmas all year long if you only play Christmas-themed music from the end of November until you stop on January 1st. It's off-putting and kind of snide. Oh - and just because a Christian artist writes a new Christmas song doesn't mean that:
A) it's good
B) you should play it
C) you should play it again
III. TSO
I think that the Trans-Siberian Orchestra makes Christmas frantic and scary.
IV. Elvis - Part #1
If Elvis sang a Christmas song, please don't re-record it. It will not be better - it will be an insult to the King and nobody will find it "thought provoking" or "fresh". If you absolutely have to sing it, that is why God made the shower and the car ride to work.
V. Elvis - Part #2
If you are already a famous recording artist, please do not sing "duets" with dead people by recording a song with their voice in it to imply they are willfully singing with you. This is creepy. Bach will never play a duet with Jerry Lee Lewis, Louis Armstrong will neve play a duet with Chris Botti, and Elvis will never sing a duet with Winona Judd. Do you know why? Because they're dead, and using technology to circumvent this is creepy. History worked against you - deal with it and move on.
VI. Athiests
I'm not entirely sure why you celebrate Christmas.
VII. Christmas Lights
Bigger is better. More is merrier. People like this, especially me. Also my wife. To the nuclear power plant engineer in Glen Rose whose house lighting is synched to several Christmas songs & accessed by a short-wave radio station: I salute you, sir. Well done. I think Jesus would totally dig your lights.
That joke won't make sense to you athiests.
Thus endeth my opinions for today.
On a side note, I've decided that adopt the perspective that God is saying "no" to several good things now so that He can say "yes" to some great things later. I do acknowledge that there's a teeny-tiny possibility that I'm either in denial about something obvious or that I'm missing a point someplace, but I think the odds are in my favor if I adopt the "good-no-now-great-yes-later" philosophy. Plus it makes me feel better, and it takes the stress off. Living in the stress of the "not yet" is a terrible place to be.
I wanted to thank all you guys for your comments. Keep 'em coming - they do help tremendously.
I heard it said that this time of year tends to amplify where you are financially, spiritually & emotionally. I couldn't agree with that more. I am happy to say that I believe that 2011 is going to be a lot different, and a lot better on all three fronts, and not just because I'm going to be working harder at all three.
I realize that music is entirely subjective, but just because a Christmas Song is old and a "classic" doesn't mean that, as a song, it's good. For instance, I dislike "Little Drummer Boy", because I think it's stupid. I dislike saying "pa rum-pa-pum-pum" ad nauseaum for a few reasons. First off, no drum in the world makes that noise. Secondly, it's silly. if you were to insert a man-made trumpet noise it would be equally stupid. Imagine this:
"Come, they told me! Wah wah wah wah waaaaahhhhh"
You can see where I'm going, but not before I make you think about it with a tube, a flute, a guitar, and a harpsichord to drive my point home. It had to be done.
II. Radio
To KLTY 94.9 - a radio station: Please don't identify yourself as the real Christmas station, as opposed to those big phonies at 103.7, who have been doing longer than you've been around with their non-Christian artists singing those tried-and-true atrocities like "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and "Jingle Bells" that have nothing to do with Jesus. I mean, no self-respecting Christian wants to hear about how Santa Claus is coming to town, right?
And please don't say that you celebrate Christmas all year long if you only play Christmas-themed music from the end of November until you stop on January 1st. It's off-putting and kind of snide. Oh - and just because a Christian artist writes a new Christmas song doesn't mean that:
A) it's good
B) you should play it
C) you should play it again
III. TSO
I think that the Trans-Siberian Orchestra makes Christmas frantic and scary.
IV. Elvis - Part #1
If Elvis sang a Christmas song, please don't re-record it. It will not be better - it will be an insult to the King and nobody will find it "thought provoking" or "fresh". If you absolutely have to sing it, that is why God made the shower and the car ride to work.
V. Elvis - Part #2
If you are already a famous recording artist, please do not sing "duets" with dead people by recording a song with their voice in it to imply they are willfully singing with you. This is creepy. Bach will never play a duet with Jerry Lee Lewis, Louis Armstrong will neve play a duet with Chris Botti, and Elvis will never sing a duet with Winona Judd. Do you know why? Because they're dead, and using technology to circumvent this is creepy. History worked against you - deal with it and move on.
VI. Athiests
I'm not entirely sure why you celebrate Christmas.
VII. Christmas Lights
Bigger is better. More is merrier. People like this, especially me. Also my wife. To the nuclear power plant engineer in Glen Rose whose house lighting is synched to several Christmas songs & accessed by a short-wave radio station: I salute you, sir. Well done. I think Jesus would totally dig your lights.
That joke won't make sense to you athiests.
Thus endeth my opinions for today.
On a side note, I've decided that adopt the perspective that God is saying "no" to several good things now so that He can say "yes" to some great things later. I do acknowledge that there's a teeny-tiny possibility that I'm either in denial about something obvious or that I'm missing a point someplace, but I think the odds are in my favor if I adopt the "good-no-now-great-yes-later" philosophy. Plus it makes me feel better, and it takes the stress off. Living in the stress of the "not yet" is a terrible place to be.
I wanted to thank all you guys for your comments. Keep 'em coming - they do help tremendously.
I heard it said that this time of year tends to amplify where you are financially, spiritually & emotionally. I couldn't agree with that more. I am happy to say that I believe that 2011 is going to be a lot different, and a lot better on all three fronts, and not just because I'm going to be working harder at all three.
Anyway, that's it for today. Have a cat!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Worth more expounding, I guess.
More from yesterday's conversation ...
Me: "If God says you have to ask to get, and I ask but don't get, what am I doing wrong?
Bri: "One of a couple things - asking for the wrong stuff or at least asking for the right stuff and it isn't time yet."
Ok - I get that, but what if I'm asking for something that's not intrinsically wrong - like a job that'll support my family? I can't imagine how there's anything wrong with that. Is it that God wants me to be broke? Or, as somebody suggested, He's waiting for me to be grateful for what I do have? And if that's what He's waiting for, how on earth do I prove to God I really grateful for what I do have (and I am)? Or is that even possible?
Truth be told - it's 99.999% financial woes that are causing me so much duress. I'm not asking God for the winning lottery ticket, a settlement, or to find a basket of cash on the front lawn. I'm asking for a job - something I can work at to earn. Or is that in and of itself a finger in God's eye; an attempt to control something that only He can control?
Bri: "We shouldn't expect Him to give us stuff He has not said He'll give us."
I get what you're saying about the Audi, but what did He say about a job? There's a verse that says something to the effect of "If a man works not nor shall he eat." How does that work if the work itself isn't presenting itself? Or is God just breaking me in that area, too? Do I have too much pride still, even after everything?
Bri : "In Isaiah He TELLS us to "bother" Him with prayers."
So am I not praying enough then? Do I not have God's attention? Do I want God's full attention? Aren't we supposed to regard Him with fear, trembling and awe right before we fall prostrate before Him in reverence? It seems to me that "bothering" Him (an all-powerful Creator of the Universe) with comparatively petty requests goes against that concept.
Me: "I hate to say that, but I feel any relationship to work both ways."
Bri: "So here's what I really wanted to comment on. This is an easy (and common) thought, and I feel like it's a subtly dangerous one. Here's why: He isn't your buddy....[or] your father....the relationship between you and the being I just described is simply different than any other one - and it certainly isn't a "give and take".
Well, crap. That's pretty much all I know. If God would throw me a bone (in this case, a job) it might reinforce that God at least likes me. To tell you the truth, I feel like God isn't all that interested in me most days, or that while He loves be (because He has to) he doesn't like me very much. And that's fine - I give Him a lot of grief, I guess. Hell - *I* don't like me very much sometimes. But if God loves me, or even likies me, wouldn't he show it from time to time in a way that *I* might understand? Or is that just another instance of the gap between Man and God being too vast for Man to comprehend, so we just miss it?
Doesn't the Bible tell us to approach Him like children, though? Or to think of Him like a person? Or, at the very least, seek the kind of relationship with Him that we'd have with a person? Didn't we learn that in church? Was the whole analogy of Jesus sitting in your living room waiting for you to spend some time with him (through prayer & studying the Bible) just a farce, then? Because that's just about all I know about it, man - expecting me to know or to seek a relationship with Somebody unknowable & incomprehensible to me seems like a terrible double standard. How does a flea comprehend Stephen Hawking?
Bri: "He intimately cares about you and will put your life where it needs to be for your....long term good. Which is the hard part when all we see is short term, you know?"
I concur and dislike this statement, but I get it.
Anyway...more thoughts?
Does any of this make sense? Am I being heretical or blasphemous? Am I the only one that feels this way or has these questions?
One more thing, too: I know why I'm constantly asking these questions. or, to put it more accurately, I know why I feel like I always have to have the answers - it's a control thing. I get that.
See, if I feel like I know, or if that I have all of / some of the answers (even if it's only to questions or issues on MY side of the street) I can better control my end of things, even if that's all I can control, so that I can still direct at least my half of the equation to the best of my ability, and maybe even (somehow) affect the outcome accordingly.
I'm hoping that more of a trying-to-do-the-right-thing issue than a being-a-manipulator issue.
Anyway, that's it for tonight.
Me: "If God says you have to ask to get, and I ask but don't get, what am I doing wrong?
Bri: "One of a couple things - asking for the wrong stuff or at least asking for the right stuff and it isn't time yet."
Ok - I get that, but what if I'm asking for something that's not intrinsically wrong - like a job that'll support my family? I can't imagine how there's anything wrong with that. Is it that God wants me to be broke? Or, as somebody suggested, He's waiting for me to be grateful for what I do have? And if that's what He's waiting for, how on earth do I prove to God I really grateful for what I do have (and I am)? Or is that even possible?
Truth be told - it's 99.999% financial woes that are causing me so much duress. I'm not asking God for the winning lottery ticket, a settlement, or to find a basket of cash on the front lawn. I'm asking for a job - something I can work at to earn. Or is that in and of itself a finger in God's eye; an attempt to control something that only He can control?
Bri: "We shouldn't expect Him to give us stuff He has not said He'll give us."
I get what you're saying about the Audi, but what did He say about a job? There's a verse that says something to the effect of "If a man works not nor shall he eat." How does that work if the work itself isn't presenting itself? Or is God just breaking me in that area, too? Do I have too much pride still, even after everything?
Bri : "In Isaiah He TELLS us to "bother" Him with prayers."
So am I not praying enough then? Do I not have God's attention? Do I want God's full attention? Aren't we supposed to regard Him with fear, trembling and awe right before we fall prostrate before Him in reverence? It seems to me that "bothering" Him (an all-powerful Creator of the Universe) with comparatively petty requests goes against that concept.
Me: "I hate to say that, but I feel any relationship to work both ways."
Bri: "So here's what I really wanted to comment on. This is an easy (and common) thought, and I feel like it's a subtly dangerous one. Here's why: He isn't your buddy....[or] your father....the relationship between you and the being I just described is simply different than any other one - and it certainly isn't a "give and take".
Well, crap. That's pretty much all I know. If God would throw me a bone (in this case, a job) it might reinforce that God at least likes me. To tell you the truth, I feel like God isn't all that interested in me most days, or that while He loves be (because He has to) he doesn't like me very much. And that's fine - I give Him a lot of grief, I guess. Hell - *I* don't like me very much sometimes. But if God loves me, or even likies me, wouldn't he show it from time to time in a way that *I* might understand? Or is that just another instance of the gap between Man and God being too vast for Man to comprehend, so we just miss it?
Doesn't the Bible tell us to approach Him like children, though? Or to think of Him like a person? Or, at the very least, seek the kind of relationship with Him that we'd have with a person? Didn't we learn that in church? Was the whole analogy of Jesus sitting in your living room waiting for you to spend some time with him (through prayer & studying the Bible) just a farce, then? Because that's just about all I know about it, man - expecting me to know or to seek a relationship with Somebody unknowable & incomprehensible to me seems like a terrible double standard. How does a flea comprehend Stephen Hawking?
Bri: "He intimately cares about you and will put your life where it needs to be for your....long term good. Which is the hard part when all we see is short term, you know?"
I concur and dislike this statement, but I get it.
Anyway...more thoughts?
Does any of this make sense? Am I being heretical or blasphemous? Am I the only one that feels this way or has these questions?
One more thing, too: I know why I'm constantly asking these questions. or, to put it more accurately, I know why I feel like I always have to have the answers - it's a control thing. I get that.
See, if I feel like I know, or if that I have all of / some of the answers (even if it's only to questions or issues on MY side of the street) I can better control my end of things, even if that's all I can control, so that I can still direct at least my half of the equation to the best of my ability, and maybe even (somehow) affect the outcome accordingly.
I'm hoping that more of a trying-to-do-the-right-thing issue than a being-a-manipulator issue.
Anyway, that's it for tonight.
Audio & Visual
First off, I wanted to show you guys this:
It's something called a visual score - it allows you to "see" music via visual cues - you can observe the patterns, the geometry, the telemetry, the timing & the chord structure - it lets you see a lot of the math & structure behind the music. I picked a piece you guys ought to recognize. It's pretty cool, or at least I thought so.
Tonight Toni said something I thought was pretty profound, and I wanted to talk about it here. Unfortunately, I can't remember what it was for the life of me. I'm hoping if I can keep writing long enough it'll pop into my brain again.
I do have something I'm having a hard time doing as of late, and that's praying. I'm having a hard time doing it. Truthfully, I feel like there's an element of futility in it. I feel like God hasn't answered many of my prayers (which is to say he hasn't given me what I asked for, be it love, money or whatever), and that's fine because I understand He has a plan for me, etc. - I get that. But I feel like I hear what feels a lot like "no" almost 100% of the time, and I don't think I'm asking for anything bad or counterproductive or wicked or blasphemous or anything. I'm not asking for evil, man, and I have to confess that as much as He doesn't give me anything I ask for, I'm beginning to wonder what the point of asking is.
I know the Bible says Ask and Ye Shall Receive (or something to that effect) and so I ask, but I rarely - if ever- seem to get it. So I'm confused about this: if God says you have to ask to get, and I ask but don't get, what am I doing wrong? Or, to put it another way, if God says I don't get becaue I don't ask, and when I ask and he says no, why am I even asking?
To add to it, I don't know what to ask for because I can't figure out what God's plan is - so what am I supposed to do about that?
And I know that God isn't a vending machine - I get that. I had that drilled into my head from a very young age. Maybe that's why I tend to not ask for much because I don't think he's going to deliver. Is that my problem- a lack of expectation? And of so, I'd like to point out that the reason I have no expectations is that my experience is that God isn't going to deliver, no matter what I ask for.
Maybe He's just trying to prove a point or something - prove He's not Santa Claus or prove that He cannot be manipulated through prayer from anybody down here, or anybody at all, for that matter.
And I know three's that verse in the Bible about if your kid asks for an egg do you give him a scorpion, or if he asks for bread do you give him a snake, and God doesn't do that to us, either. But I feel like I'm asking for eggs and bread, and I keep getting rubber balls and moon rocks and plastic sheeting and bottles of wine and other stuff I don't want, can't understand and didn't ask for, and maybe - just once - I'd like to have a damn egg or a piece of bread. I don't think an egg or a piece of bread is asking for too much.
And I feel like it's a cop-out to say that I'm just trying to learn what God's trying to teach me through all of this, or look for God's hidden message or whatever. Truthfully, I feel like if God would throw me a bit of a bone He'd boost His ratings with me. I hate to say that, but I feel any relationship has to work both ways, and I feel like he's not trying very hard. Or hell - maybe He's doing a LOT more than I am and I just can't see it or whatever. I guess that's fine, but I wish He would do something I'd like sometime, ya know? How about a big 'ol fat "yes" on something I ask for? Would it kill ya, man?
And I know there's an element of pride here - God doesn't need me and He isn't lucky to have me on His team or anything like that - I get that, so you guys don't start in on me for my massive ego. I already know.
And I've always been taught that praying put you in line with God's plan instead of the other wat around, but I'm not sure if I believe that anymore, man. it feels like no matter how much I pray, or how earnestly or desperately or how sincerely, God just does what He wants and he doesn't seem to be spelling His plan out for me in a way In can understand it, so I'm unsure what to do.
And i'm not trying to be an ass or anything, I'm just askin', 'cause I want to know.
'cause I'm frustrated.
So blah.
Dang - I wanted this to be a happy blog, too. Have a cat.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
I lied about the monkeys
It didn't get posted in the time frame I meant it to, but I still think it's very important to mention. I'd also like to mention that my Mom got scout a stuffed chimpanzee-like monkey, and she promptly murdered it. I am encouraging this, for reasons you shall soon understand. Now, without further ado, here it is.
The Chimpanzee is the Devil's Monkey.
You need to learn this fact. Bask in it. Let it shine upon your face, because I can't stress this enough.
My brother was one of the opinion that if God allowed Satan to create one thing, it would be cockroaches. Yea and verily I say unto you, it would have been chimpanzees, for one simple reason: they kill people.
Biologically, chimps are the most like us humans, most notably on one particular regard; they are capable of unspeakable evil.
And not just people, either. Babies. Human babies. yeah - I said it. They kill babies, most notably in Africa. In fact, there's more than one documented case of it, if you care to do the research. One chimp had four infant kills to his credit before he was eventually killed with 7.62 round through his wicked monkey melon.
Now - it's not just infants they attack, either. They attack humans, too. In fact, there have been two recent incidents where the victims were horribly, horribly disfigured. One chimp ("Travis") had to be gunned down by the police, an option generally reserved for psychotics, murderers and violent felons. feel free to Google "chimp attack" if you have any doubt.
Now, if that weren't bad enough, they generally opt to mangle their victims first, by attacking their hands, face, and groin first before eating them. Yep - I said eating them. Nom nom nom.
And if that weren't enough, chimps form 3-5 chimp units and attack - and kill - other chimps. In my book, that's gang activity, man. How would you like to be that single chimp out for a food run and find yourself attacked by 4 other chimps who then proceed to eat your hands, groin and face before killing you?
And in case you weren't already horrified enough, chimps also eat a steady diet of these.
That's right - they eat other monkeys like they were on the buffet at Cici's. Chimpanzees eat a lot of monkeys, man. That's borderline cannibalism, too, because interspecies cannibalism still counts, unless you're a human and you eat a monkey - we're at the top of the food chain so we get one free pass, and that's it. I still wouldn't eat a chimpanzee, though. I'll bet they taste like hate and insanity.
Obviously, in Africa (as well as throughout the world), these chimps have rights, and I know that there are several organizations dedicated to studying and researching and learning all there is to know about chimpanzees, and I acknowledge that their opinions are not only profoundly more educated, but are as valid and likely more reasonable than mine, and you should hear their arguments about chimps, too.
But I'm here to say that if these chimps roamed free in Texas, and they appeared to engage in the same reprehensible activities they indulge in in Africa, then I think that a lot of Texans might shoot them. Texans, in general, don't tolerate baby-murdering, and are quick to dispatch justice.
Knowing what I know now, if I ever see a wild, escaped or otherwise active chimp anywhere near my cat, dog, wife or kid, I'm going to lay my hands on my rifle real quick, because let's face it - chimps are strong and a pistol just isn't going to do it.
I think that as a responsible society, we need to be made aware of and be prepared for the threat of a chimp revolt; at least as prepared as we are for the eventuality of the zombie apocalypse.
This is my real opinion, and I have have spoken.
Have a cat.
The Chimpanzee is the Devil's Monkey.
You need to learn this fact. Bask in it. Let it shine upon your face, because I can't stress this enough.
My brother was one of the opinion that if God allowed Satan to create one thing, it would be cockroaches. Yea and verily I say unto you, it would have been chimpanzees, for one simple reason: they kill people.
Biologically, chimps are the most like us humans, most notably on one particular regard; they are capable of unspeakable evil.
And not just people, either. Babies. Human babies. yeah - I said it. They kill babies, most notably in Africa. In fact, there's more than one documented case of it, if you care to do the research. One chimp had four infant kills to his credit before he was eventually killed with 7.62 round through his wicked monkey melon.
Now - it's not just infants they attack, either. They attack humans, too. In fact, there have been two recent incidents where the victims were horribly, horribly disfigured. One chimp ("Travis") had to be gunned down by the police, an option generally reserved for psychotics, murderers and violent felons. feel free to Google "chimp attack" if you have any doubt.
Now, if that weren't bad enough, they generally opt to mangle their victims first, by attacking their hands, face, and groin first before eating them. Yep - I said eating them. Nom nom nom.
And if that weren't enough, chimps form 3-5 chimp units and attack - and kill - other chimps. In my book, that's gang activity, man. How would you like to be that single chimp out for a food run and find yourself attacked by 4 other chimps who then proceed to eat your hands, groin and face before killing you?
And in case you weren't already horrified enough, chimps also eat a steady diet of these.
That's right - they eat other monkeys like they were on the buffet at Cici's. Chimpanzees eat a lot of monkeys, man. That's borderline cannibalism, too, because interspecies cannibalism still counts, unless you're a human and you eat a monkey - we're at the top of the food chain so we get one free pass, and that's it. I still wouldn't eat a chimpanzee, though. I'll bet they taste like hate and insanity.
Obviously, in Africa (as well as throughout the world), these chimps have rights, and I know that there are several organizations dedicated to studying and researching and learning all there is to know about chimpanzees, and I acknowledge that their opinions are not only profoundly more educated, but are as valid and likely more reasonable than mine, and you should hear their arguments about chimps, too.
But I'm here to say that if these chimps roamed free in Texas, and they appeared to engage in the same reprehensible activities they indulge in in Africa, then I think that a lot of Texans might shoot them. Texans, in general, don't tolerate baby-murdering, and are quick to dispatch justice.
Knowing what I know now, if I ever see a wild, escaped or otherwise active chimp anywhere near my cat, dog, wife or kid, I'm going to lay my hands on my rifle real quick, because let's face it - chimps are strong and a pistol just isn't going to do it.
I think that as a responsible society, we need to be made aware of and be prepared for the threat of a chimp revolt; at least as prepared as we are for the eventuality of the zombie apocalypse.
This is my real opinion, and I have have spoken.
Have a cat.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
I gotta be honest with you guys
I'm thinking about letting this go, man. I feel like I don't have anything to say anymore, and this seems to be largely a venue for me to complain. I think I update maybe once a week, and there's only like four of you guys that read.
The way I see it, I think that I've had a good run, and that perhaps this blog has outlived it's usefulness. I feel like I don't have any more questions that I can answer for myself, or that I can process through and arrive at some kind of conclusion by blogging. I figure I've had about five years of this, and that's a pretty good run. I think I've run a total of four blogs for varying reasons, and I'm wondering if I've said everything I had to say, and if now I'm just rehashing old arguments.
Plus I've noticed on the days I don't blog the sun still rises & sets, and the world still turns. Also, I have more time to do other things in the real world.
I might start an online column of sorts, because every so often I get the urge to write. I do have an essay I feel like I need to write about how chimpanzees are the devil's monkey, but I'd be writing that for the sake of writing it, and not for any other really edifying reason. I think all you guys are on my facebook anyway - I can post it there. if you aren't on my facebook, find me: iscott at scottcompany dot com.
Anyway, this isn't a beg-me-to-keep-writing blog or anything , and odds are this'll pass by without comment and fade away quietly.
I dunno - maybe it's just time to end it. Thoughts?
The way I see it, I think that I've had a good run, and that perhaps this blog has outlived it's usefulness. I feel like I don't have any more questions that I can answer for myself, or that I can process through and arrive at some kind of conclusion by blogging. I figure I've had about five years of this, and that's a pretty good run. I think I've run a total of four blogs for varying reasons, and I'm wondering if I've said everything I had to say, and if now I'm just rehashing old arguments.
Plus I've noticed on the days I don't blog the sun still rises & sets, and the world still turns. Also, I have more time to do other things in the real world.
I might start an online column of sorts, because every so often I get the urge to write. I do have an essay I feel like I need to write about how chimpanzees are the devil's monkey, but I'd be writing that for the sake of writing it, and not for any other really edifying reason. I think all you guys are on my facebook anyway - I can post it there. if you aren't on my facebook, find me: iscott at scottcompany dot com.
Anyway, this isn't a beg-me-to-keep-writing blog or anything , and odds are this'll pass by without comment and fade away quietly.
I dunno - maybe it's just time to end it. Thoughts?
Friday, December 3, 2010
While Toni is in the shower....
....I'll post a few things, mostly pics. Bur first, some thoughts on Kilz oil-based primer paint.
A) It works great.
B) It stinks badly.
C) It's hard to get off your hands in large quantities.
Also, I may or may not but definately do have a combination of spackle and Kilz in my hair. I call it Skilz.
Here's a few before-and-after pics of the condo we're working on. We're about halfway through at the moment.
The back porch (Toni gets sole credit for this one)....
The bathroom....
.....and here's a few random piles of trash we encountered, just for the fun of it. (It took us 16 heavy-duty contractor bags just to get the trash out.)
We let it air out for a week before we came back tonight to begin painting. It still stinks.
On a much happier note.....
Here's some pics from this past weekend. Toni took me to Riskey's BBQ (in the Ft. Worth Stockyards) for my birthday. I'm 38, by the way.
Here's me & Toni.

Here's our daughter sitting on the saddle out in front.

Here's me eating blackberry cobbler.
Here's the new George Foreman grill we got on Black Friday with its inaugural bacon.
Here's a short video of Pumba (and Oscar) begging for bacon.
I would also like to officially apologize to my wife for nagging her about playing games. She's not looking at porn or e-mailing her ex's, so I think I'm going to let that drop. Also, I would like to officially apologize for being disrespectful and ugly as well. She deserves a lot better than that, and I'm really sorry I was such a tool.
Ok - I think that's it. Talk to you guys soon!
A) It works great.
B) It stinks badly.
C) It's hard to get off your hands in large quantities.
Also, I may or may not but definately do have a combination of spackle and Kilz in my hair. I call it Skilz.
Here's a few before-and-after pics of the condo we're working on. We're about halfway through at the moment.
The kitchen before and after. (However bad you think it was, you're right. It got worse when you opened the fridge, too.)
The living room.....
The bedroom.....
The dining room....
The back porch (Toni gets sole credit for this one)....
The bathroom....
.....and here's a few random piles of trash we encountered, just for the fun of it. (It took us 16 heavy-duty contractor bags just to get the trash out.)
We let it air out for a week before we came back tonight to begin painting. It still stinks.
On a much happier note.....
Here's some pics from this past weekend. Toni took me to Riskey's BBQ (in the Ft. Worth Stockyards) for my birthday. I'm 38, by the way.
Here's me & Toni.
Here's our daughter sitting on the saddle out in front.
Here's me eating blackberry cobbler.
Here's the new George Foreman grill we got on Black Friday with its inaugural bacon.
Here's a short video of Pumba (and Oscar) begging for bacon.
I would also like to officially apologize to my wife for nagging her about playing games. She's not looking at porn or e-mailing her ex's, so I think I'm going to let that drop. Also, I would like to officially apologize for being disrespectful and ugly as well. She deserves a lot better than that, and I'm really sorry I was such a tool.
Ok - I think that's it. Talk to you guys soon!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
uGH
Can I just take back the last 16 hours and get a do-over? I promise I'm just going to go directly to sleep.
Jeebus, man - negative, negative, negative.
Also whiny and kind of sad. I'm better than that, although in moments of flagrant self-pity I rarely display it.
Jeebus, man - negative, negative, negative.
Also whiny and kind of sad. I'm better than that, although in moments of flagrant self-pity I rarely display it.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
So anyway
I have several blogs and topic I could be writing about, but instead of choosing something positive or thought provoking I just want to complain, which could come as no shock to any of you guys. In all fairness, while it's totally self serving, immature, pointless and probably a bit unhealthy, it's really the first time I've felt grouchy in several days. What crappy timing that the same night I get the picture-posting thing working again (which has stymied at least three blogs sine last week) all I want to do is vent.
Anyway, I'm in a pissy mood. Now that the posting pics thing seems to be working, I don't want to post the pics & video I had because they're nice & sweet & all that. But since I'm feeling pissy I don't want to share the crabby blog with those happy images
You know what? I think I'm going to go for a walk or something, even though it's kind of cold.
My TV is starting to go out, and truthfully I don't care. I think I've gotten to the point where I hate TV. I resent what it does to a person, and I resent that 99% of everything on it is either trash or vapid. And I've pissed away years of my life in front of it, and I'm crabby about that. I think I might just get DVD sets of a few shows and just not watch it anymore. Especially cable TV, which I hate, because it's loaded with sex, which I also hate when I'm not having it. I also hate paying for it. Broadcast TV is all I want, and as of late I barely feel like tolerating that.
I also hate Facebook games, because they're addictive. They reduce otherwise intelligent, resourceful, and thoughtful people to oblivious zombies who cannot be disturbed, bothered or interrupted, for hours on end. And for what? Nothing. There is no end to these games, no win - only escalation to more games. It's an endless cycle with no end, perpetuated by advertising agencies who force them to watch ads before they can play again.
I'm crabby about how everything had a brand tie-in, and I'm tired of cross-promotion. I'm tired of how damn loud commercials are, and about how stupid the ad agencies think I really am. I am tired of their generic people and situations and how their product can solve all their problems. I dislike i-phones because nobody - and I mean nobody - really needs all that crap on their phone, though nobody really needs an assault rifle or a Corvette, either, so I lose that argument. I guess it's that it's simply another mechanism people use to check out from real personal interaction - I mean, why talk to somebody face-to-face when you can text them?
You kids get off my lawn.
I have one cat that poops on the garage floor no matter how clean the litterbox is and I don't know why, and I don't know which one it is.
I'm crabby because I feel like when I have visitation with my kid on weekdays I have to divide my attention between two people who are both constantly demanding it, and I can't ignore either of them. I can't pay attention to both of them at the same time, and I get tired of trying to juggle them both. It ruins my time with my kiddo, and I don't like it because it makes me cranky, along with everybody else, and I feel like my night is ruined for hours afterwards.
My taste has changed - I can't drink Dr. Pepper anymore because it's just too sweet and syrupy. Pizza tastes too salty, and I feel like crap after I eat it. I swear all I want to eat is apples, peanuts & pineapple, with a burger or some fried chicken mixed in to keep it from getting monotonous.
I still want to be bad and misbehave every so often, but not I feel like I really couldn't even go though with it. Now the part of my mind that tries to create a scenario where I could get away with breaking sobriety or doing something else equivalently stupid, it just sound foolish and ridiculous, and I can't even take it seriously enough to enjoy the thought. The most annoying thing about that is that I can't shut off that part of my mind, either, It's like a barking dog that won't do anything but waste my time, because it's just barking at nothing. But hey - it's still barking.
My sleep schedule is out of whack again, and when I wake up all I can do is shut off the alarm.There's three morning shows I like to listen to, and I have lots of stuff to wake me up right, but all I can do is turn off the alarm - I can't even make the decision to do anything else; it's like I'm too stupid to do anything else when the alarm goes off. I have to figure out a way around that.
I also have stuff I'm crabby about that I can't write about because it's disrespectful, so I might need to talk to somebody else about that. Blah.
Anyway, that's it. I'm gonna take something to make me sleep and hope I can get my stuff together better tomorrow.
Have a cat.
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