Today is Friday and, in honor of it being the last Friday of @))& (or 2007 for those not Shift key literate.) I am going to request your New Year’s Resolutions to be placed here. Don’t worry, no one reads this blog so no one other than me will know if you lived up to it or not and no one listens to me anyway so your secret will be safe. I am just curious what types of resolutions are going to be broken next year.
My resolution is the following: to try my best to do everything exactly the same again this year. Now before you accuse me of having a cop out resolution you should remember some of my feats of this past year.
1. I quit smoking
2. I re-enrolled in school
3. I did not bounce as many checks this year as last
4. I kept blogging during those four months of total depression when I wanted to quit and am so happy I kept at it.
5. I am happy
6. I am alive
7. I am employed with a great job for great pay
8. I am loved by my family and friends
I would call that a very successful year overall and I would be stupid to try anything that would alter this path IMHO. I instead should do all I can to stay on this path and keep moving forward so that is my resolution. What’s yours?
On a side note, I have a question for everyone: what failed so horribly in my last post? Was it the dialogue? Was it the subject? Was it just stupid? Where did I lose you? How far did you get before you stopped reading? I really want to know because I always learn more from failure than success and that last post was a total and complete failure.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Synchro-Fri-Nicity-Day
So yesterday VE and I both posted our “take” on the newest expectant member of the Spears clan and Serena asks a question that is the start to a dialogue I have been toying with. I believe this to be a sign that it is time to post the conversation and get some feed back on it.
Oh, it's Friday if you lost your calender.
“Do you dream in color?”
“Yes, but in black and white.”
“What do you mean? How can you dream of color if you dream in black and white?”
“I dream of the concept of color, not the application. “
“Of course.”
“Color, to me at least, adds emotion to objects usually devoid of sentimental attachment. The “little red wagon” of your childhood would not be so memorable if it were, say, black. Even saying “little black wagon” has a morbid feel to it; like a funeral procession for Barbie or something. It doesn't even flow; not in the mind or off the lips. I can dream of that little red wagon and still have my dream be free of color.”
“I see. Like food without taste maybe?”
“Not at all. There are many foods with either no taste or an unfavorable one that we still eat. If you don't believe me, think of the condiment industry and the money Heinz makes. How about gravy? Sauces? No, it is nothing like food with no taste. Nothing at all.”
“What then? How can you help me imagine the concept of color without the actual application of it?”
“A blind man can never know what “blue” is, right?”
“Right.”
“So therefore, while they can touch a vase and learn the shape and feel of one, they can never know the emotional response a blue vase would have over, say, a red one. They are losing a certain aspect of the experience. That is “black and white in a color world” if you will. What I am talking about is the exact opposite experience. Having the emotional response without ever really knowing the shape or feel of it. That is what I dream of at night.”
“No objects? NO people? No real things in your dreams? “
“No, just pure emotion. Flashes of color sometimes, maybe, but in shapeless abstraction and with a blinding white orb in the center. I think I am supposed to get to the other side of the orb one day, but I can't seem to figure out how. I suppose I will when its time. “
“Do you believe there is some meaning behind this orb or is this just some “Arthur C. Clarke type” anomaly?”
“You mean like in a “2001” sense”?”
“Yea, like in a “2001” sense. Could your “pure emotion” just be a dream of deep space? Could your orb be a planet? I'm starting to doubt you on your dream. At best this could be an out of body experience, but this “dreaming of color without color” nonsense is just telling me you really need to cut back on the pipe.”
“Dude, I am working on 100% pure unfiltered logic only right now my friend. I am a logic problem machine to the extreme in every way, shape, form, and way.”
“So you don't think there is even the slightest chance you are just being stoned and babbling again then?”
“No chance, its all there to see man. Right there in the open.”
“You really need to cut back.”
They had been going in circles like this for the last three hours, passing their blue glass bong the entire time. It was their microphone it seemed for they would only speak while holding it, then take a hit and pass it on for the response. They had forgotten the subject they were debating, and the one they were debating before that, and the subject before that. They only remembered that they did not agree and that was all they needed. A knock on the door was the only thing that could break the cycle and, luckily for the readers, one soon came.
“Was that you?” Oz asked. KB was right and he did smoke entirely too much.
“No, I think it was the door.” KB was not that much brighter than Oz however “Is the cat inside?”
“You think the cat's knocking on the door? And you want me to cut back?”
“No I don't think the cat's knocking on the door asshole. He could be inside and knocked something over.”
“In three rhythmic pounds?”
The knock on the door returned and this time it was “Shave and a Haircut.”
“Do cops knock in jovial rhythm?” Oz asked.
“What do you mean?” They were both huddled in a corner of the room and whispering to one another.
“Would you not consider 'Shave and a Haircut' jovial” Oz asked in a voice louder than a whisper, but not quite talking. “Do cops even knock?”
“Dude,” KB began realizing the security of their situation, “no, cops coming for us would not knock and there is even a lower chance of them knocking in a jovial fashion.”
Oh, it's Friday if you lost your calender.
“Do you dream in color?”
“Yes, but in black and white.”
“What do you mean? How can you dream of color if you dream in black and white?”
“I dream of the concept of color, not the application. “
“Of course.”
“Color, to me at least, adds emotion to objects usually devoid of sentimental attachment. The “little red wagon” of your childhood would not be so memorable if it were, say, black. Even saying “little black wagon” has a morbid feel to it; like a funeral procession for Barbie or something. It doesn't even flow; not in the mind or off the lips. I can dream of that little red wagon and still have my dream be free of color.”
“I see. Like food without taste maybe?”
“Not at all. There are many foods with either no taste or an unfavorable one that we still eat. If you don't believe me, think of the condiment industry and the money Heinz makes. How about gravy? Sauces? No, it is nothing like food with no taste. Nothing at all.”
“What then? How can you help me imagine the concept of color without the actual application of it?”
“A blind man can never know what “blue” is, right?”
“Right.”
“So therefore, while they can touch a vase and learn the shape and feel of one, they can never know the emotional response a blue vase would have over, say, a red one. They are losing a certain aspect of the experience. That is “black and white in a color world” if you will. What I am talking about is the exact opposite experience. Having the emotional response without ever really knowing the shape or feel of it. That is what I dream of at night.”
“No objects? NO people? No real things in your dreams? “
“No, just pure emotion. Flashes of color sometimes, maybe, but in shapeless abstraction and with a blinding white orb in the center. I think I am supposed to get to the other side of the orb one day, but I can't seem to figure out how. I suppose I will when its time. “
“Do you believe there is some meaning behind this orb or is this just some “Arthur C. Clarke type” anomaly?”
“You mean like in a “2001” sense”?”
“Yea, like in a “2001” sense. Could your “pure emotion” just be a dream of deep space? Could your orb be a planet? I'm starting to doubt you on your dream. At best this could be an out of body experience, but this “dreaming of color without color” nonsense is just telling me you really need to cut back on the pipe.”
“Dude, I am working on 100% pure unfiltered logic only right now my friend. I am a logic problem machine to the extreme in every way, shape, form, and way.”
“So you don't think there is even the slightest chance you are just being stoned and babbling again then?”
“No chance, its all there to see man. Right there in the open.”
“You really need to cut back.”
They had been going in circles like this for the last three hours, passing their blue glass bong the entire time. It was their microphone it seemed for they would only speak while holding it, then take a hit and pass it on for the response. They had forgotten the subject they were debating, and the one they were debating before that, and the subject before that. They only remembered that they did not agree and that was all they needed. A knock on the door was the only thing that could break the cycle and, luckily for the readers, one soon came.
“Was that you?” Oz asked. KB was right and he did smoke entirely too much.
“No, I think it was the door.” KB was not that much brighter than Oz however “Is the cat inside?”
“You think the cat's knocking on the door? And you want me to cut back?”
“No I don't think the cat's knocking on the door asshole. He could be inside and knocked something over.”
“In three rhythmic pounds?”
The knock on the door returned and this time it was “Shave and a Haircut.”
“Do cops knock in jovial rhythm?” Oz asked.
“What do you mean?” They were both huddled in a corner of the room and whispering to one another.
“Would you not consider 'Shave and a Haircut' jovial” Oz asked in a voice louder than a whisper, but not quite talking. “Do cops even knock?”
“Dude,” KB began realizing the security of their situation, “no, cops coming for us would not knock and there is even a lower chance of them knocking in a jovial fashion.”
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Oops, They Showed No Judgement Again
Britney Spears little sisters is preggers, but it gets better.Britney Spears little sister is only 16, but it gets better.
Britney Spears little sister stars in a wholesome Nickelodeon show and is a role model to little girls between 9-14 everywhere, but it gets better.
Britney Spears little sister met her baby’s daddy at Church, but it gets better.
Britney Spears little sister’s baby’s daddy was supposedly 19 at the time, which could make this statutory rape, but it gets better.
Britney Spears little sister’s mother was in the process of releasing a book on how to raise children the Christian way, like she did.
Looking at Britney Spears and little sister I have to wonder how much of an expert mommy is on the subject of child raising. Child exploiting I am positive she is the Dali Lama of, but raising I honest can’t say. It does make me wonder how much of Britney's weirdness can really be blamed on the Brister and how much is a direct result of mommy dearest.
I forget the movie that said it, but the quote applies: you need a license to get married or to drive a car, but they let any asshole be a parent.
On a semi-related note, this is funny. Jessica Simpson worked (and failed) for years to get out from under the shadow of Britney. Now, Ashlee Simpson, Jessica's younger sister, who was releasing a major career re-start on December 19th is finding herself trapped under the shadow of Britney's little sister. December 19th is the day Britney's little sister announced. Isn't that ironic? Don't ya think?
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Dear Santa...
Serena, lemming superstar, posted this on her blog:If it's Tuesday, then it's time to Pimp Some Poetry and Vamp me some Verses. Today I'd like rhyming verses on "All I Want for Christmas Is..." I answered her request, but was unhappy with what I came up with at work... I mean at home after work. I always forget my boss reads this blog. Anyway, here is my real thing. I hope you like it.I know this time of year is rough
But I have somethings to ask for
And I cannot emphasize enough
The importance of every detail
To my monumental Christmas Day request
And it's not to say I don't appreciate
Last year's olive and lavender silk vest
Its just that I know something,
Something that, if quite true
Could cause quite a bit of damage to the rep
Of a Saintly person-type person, like you
Now the details are kind of fuzzy
But this still is a laugh riot
Cause it seems that dear Saint Nick
You are a toy making pirate
The toys you make all year
In your sweatshop of a store
All have brand names you don't own
And I have plenty more
Those elves who you work,
Who slave day and night
Are really just “bad” kids
Or those who didn't sit on your lap just right
Oh the shame it would cause
If ever this got out
The children would cry
So the parents would pout
And all this distress
would add to the suicide rate
And the lawsuits would come in
Too fast to contemplate
So I think it would be best
If, between just you and me
I get what I asked for
And that's the last you'll hear from me
Monday, December 17, 2007
In Defense of Last Night's Rant
In support of yesterday’s controversial rant point of view comes an article in today’s New York Times about Mike Huckabee’s supporters. I could not come up with a better example of someone who should NOT vote.
I left the name of the person who said it out because it is not my place to call this person out, but the article can be found right here.
Here is another winner of a quote from another person:
We are electing a political leader for this country, not a spiritual guide or moral compass. If you cannot be bothered to learn something about politics then your opinion about politics does not matter and should not count. Bush already served two terms because these people felt the same way about Bush that they feel about Huckabee and look at all the damage Bush has wrought.
Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results. Can I call these people insane yet?
“I have not been super-active in politics over the years, and so I am not current with all the issues and position papers…But with Mike Huckabee, I know he’s a Christian. So I know he sees the world the way I see it.”
I left the name of the person who said it out because it is not my place to call this person out, but the article can be found right here.
Here is another winner of a quote from another person:
“Beyond all that, a lot of people are tired of the fact that we can’t say Merry Christmas any more, and that ‘God’ is removed from every public place…Here’s a guy, Mike Huckabee, who comes along, and he’s not mad about anything, but he’s just saying, ‘Hey, let’s take another look at what’s happening here.’”
We are electing a political leader for this country, not a spiritual guide or moral compass. If you cannot be bothered to learn something about politics then your opinion about politics does not matter and should not count. Bush already served two terms because these people felt the same way about Bush that they feel about Huckabee and look at all the damage Bush has wrought.
Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results. Can I call these people insane yet?
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