Wednesday, January 4, 2012
While You Can
Dedicated to the person who has seen someone in a painful relationship, and had to watch.....
Friday, December 23, 2011
Personal Politics aside...
Okay, everybody knows he yelled at his daughter on her voicemail.
He's a father. He didn't get that whippy.
Yes, his politics are borderline whippy lefty....Whatever.
No one, with the possible exception of Mitch Hedberg on stage and Harold Lloyd on screen has made me laugh as hard as Alec Baldwin.
Here are some great clips of the supporting role he had that few know about. He is so funny here....
Some sort of retribution
As a man who looks at the world through a lens that most find me crazy to gaze through, I am sorry I cannot exchange my world view, let alone my eyes.
I see things the way I do thanks to those who raised me and what I took from them.
I see far too many fucking people walking the earth who have hurt others in so many ways, don't seem to mind having done it, and carrying on as if the world were their oyster....
God damn it.
Yes, Michael MacCreary, (and hundreds of thousands of others) I am indeed talking to you. Those that are indifferent are nearly as bad as the perpetrators...
Poor Kitty Genovese, poor Teresa Saldana, I weep for them in my darkest nightmares...the ones that don't involve my own fears.
I do believe in eye for an eye....
God help me, I do, because knowing those conscienceless bastards are cavorting out there while those that burn inside fret about it, is just a further insult. Salt in an already bitter wound....
I can't abide...
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Memory Lone
It's kind of startling to me when I look at friends photo albums from back in the day.
Don't get me wrong, initiial reaction is usually something like "Ah! Look at you!" and then full entrenchment into memory lane ensues....
One night after the laughter died down, and people went home, and the computer was turned off, or the glitter faded, or whatever the fuck you want to call it happened, I scrunched up my brow. Scratched my chin. That one night led to several more afterwards that consisted of me digging.
There were times when I would tear through the small boxes of my extremely compartmentalized and segregated past, searching for photos, memorabilia, and ephemera. Desperately...one time, in tears.
I attended 11 different schools in 2 different states and 3 different cities....after I hit 14, my parents moved me 3 times. I went to 3 high schools in 3 cities.....those photo albums never had a chance. I haven't had a bff since the 6th grade.
Yeah, I know...fuck me, it sounds like whining, here's a kleenex, go away little match girl. I get it.
But this is what I do, this is how I exorcise demons. So the power of Christ is compelling me right now.
I don't have any mistakes in my past, because I never got the chance to make them. I never left any hearts in my wake, because I had no opportunity to break them. I can't share any great teenage love and loss stories that are now fodder for memory lane giggles. I don't have any buddies I can dial up and say "Bro, rememember the time....." and have the conversation end in gales of laughter and tear-stained cheeks.
That's a problem for me. A huge one.
Huge.
The last known photo taken of me before I turned 19. I was 13.
Don't get me wrong, initiial reaction is usually something like "Ah! Look at you!" and then full entrenchment into memory lane ensues....
One night after the laughter died down, and people went home, and the computer was turned off, or the glitter faded, or whatever the fuck you want to call it happened, I scrunched up my brow. Scratched my chin. That one night led to several more afterwards that consisted of me digging.
There were times when I would tear through the small boxes of my extremely compartmentalized and segregated past, searching for photos, memorabilia, and ephemera. Desperately...one time, in tears.
I attended 11 different schools in 2 different states and 3 different cities....after I hit 14, my parents moved me 3 times. I went to 3 high schools in 3 cities.....those photo albums never had a chance. I haven't had a bff since the 6th grade.
Yeah, I know...fuck me, it sounds like whining, here's a kleenex, go away little match girl. I get it.
But this is what I do, this is how I exorcise demons. So the power of Christ is compelling me right now.
I don't have any mistakes in my past, because I never got the chance to make them. I never left any hearts in my wake, because I had no opportunity to break them. I can't share any great teenage love and loss stories that are now fodder for memory lane giggles. I don't have any buddies I can dial up and say "Bro, rememember the time....." and have the conversation end in gales of laughter and tear-stained cheeks.
That's a problem for me. A huge one.
Huge.
The last known photo taken of me before I turned 19. I was 13.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Mid Life Crisis Disclaimer (Written December 2, 2010)
The phrase is generic and genuine and older than dirt.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Shit, it's a mantra for me. You can tell what I'm feeling by looking at my face when I walk into a room.
It's encoded in my DNA. I've never been able to hide it. Be disgusted by it, if you gotta.
I spill my purse like Ally Sheedy in "The Breakfast Club", man. I'm no mystery.
I've heard all the chatter before, and hell, for that matter it's been directed to my face....
"You're needy", "You're whiny", "You're a wet blanket on a kegger fire." I may be all of those to some, and to others I'm none of the above. If anything, I'm emotionally honest. Should I hurt, fuck, you're gonna know it.
Folks have discarded me and given me my walking papers electronically for this, and to them, I apologize for ruining their train of thought. Sadly, they've cast aside someone who will listen to them forever if need be. I work both ways in that department.
I hurt hard, but I love even fucking harder.
So....this is me. At 39. I like to laugh and absolutely love to make others laugh. I've always been that way, and will be forever. But when the need to feel down, or God forbid, even cry comes along, it's gonna show. And for that, I'm giving fair warning.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Shit, it's a mantra for me. You can tell what I'm feeling by looking at my face when I walk into a room.
It's encoded in my DNA. I've never been able to hide it. Be disgusted by it, if you gotta.
I spill my purse like Ally Sheedy in "The Breakfast Club", man. I'm no mystery.
I've heard all the chatter before, and hell, for that matter it's been directed to my face....
"You're needy", "You're whiny", "You're a wet blanket on a kegger fire." I may be all of those to some, and to others I'm none of the above. If anything, I'm emotionally honest. Should I hurt, fuck, you're gonna know it.
Folks have discarded me and given me my walking papers electronically for this, and to them, I apologize for ruining their train of thought. Sadly, they've cast aside someone who will listen to them forever if need be. I work both ways in that department.
I hurt hard, but I love even fucking harder.
So....this is me. At 39. I like to laugh and absolutely love to make others laugh. I've always been that way, and will be forever. But when the need to feel down, or God forbid, even cry comes along, it's gonna show. And for that, I'm giving fair warning.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Halloween: 10 non horror scary movies
1. "Paradise Lost"--Watching 3 teenagers being railroaded into life in prison or a lethal injection is terrifying....The West Memphis 3 had it happen to them by a biased and discriminatory legal system and community....but what happened to those little murdered boys is far worse, unfair, and disturbing....
2. "Idiocracy"--yeah, it's a wackadoo comedy written and directed by "Beavis and Butt Head" and "King of the Hill" vet Mike Judge, but just think....if the morons of the world continue to reproduce at the current "Jerry Springer" rate, and smart people don't have time for kids, how off the mark is it really?
3: "The Day After"--doesn't really hold up special effects wise, but the build up to the button being pushed is undeniably creepy and tense....and from my knowledge, being pretty well read on the subject.....is fairly accurate.
4. "The Accused"--Another legal system gone amok movie, but the sequence where Jodie Foster is gang-attacked still haunts me to this day and I refuse to watch it again.....ever!
5. "Trekkies"--If you're a Star Trek fan, respect...really. But just like anything pop-culture wise you can be a fan of, some people take it to nausea-inducing levels of self-indulgence and hero-worship that exceeds even church-going zealotry.....There's also a few moments in "25 Years of Terror" where fans of the "Halloween" series are also show in much the same way.....these people give me the creeps.
6. "Dopamine"--a romantic comedy that poses the questions: what if love is just dopamine, and lust is just adrenaline....despite the saccharine ending, those questions posed by the move chilled me to the very marrow of my bones.....So it possessed me to ask my own question: Why are we doing this, then?
7. "Miracle Mile"--The last 15 minutes of this movie show humanity at it's absolute worst. Couldn't sleep for days afterwords....
8. "Midnight Express"--remind me to never, never, EVER, EVER try to smuggle heroin out of Turkey.
9. "The Guyana Tragedy"--humanity's lemming mentality at it's most pathetic and disturbing. Jesus Christ.
10. "Thirteen Days"--The Cuban Missile Crisis and how close we actually came....Goddamn eye opening.....
2. "Idiocracy"--yeah, it's a wackadoo comedy written and directed by "Beavis and Butt Head" and "King of the Hill" vet Mike Judge, but just think....if the morons of the world continue to reproduce at the current "Jerry Springer" rate, and smart people don't have time for kids, how off the mark is it really?
3: "The Day After"--doesn't really hold up special effects wise, but the build up to the button being pushed is undeniably creepy and tense....and from my knowledge, being pretty well read on the subject.....is fairly accurate.
4. "The Accused"--Another legal system gone amok movie, but the sequence where Jodie Foster is gang-attacked still haunts me to this day and I refuse to watch it again.....ever!
5. "Trekkies"--If you're a Star Trek fan, respect...really. But just like anything pop-culture wise you can be a fan of, some people take it to nausea-inducing levels of self-indulgence and hero-worship that exceeds even church-going zealotry.....There's also a few moments in "25 Years of Terror" where fans of the "Halloween" series are also show in much the same way.....these people give me the creeps.
6. "Dopamine"--a romantic comedy that poses the questions: what if love is just dopamine, and lust is just adrenaline....despite the saccharine ending, those questions posed by the move chilled me to the very marrow of my bones.....So it possessed me to ask my own question: Why are we doing this, then?
7. "Miracle Mile"--The last 15 minutes of this movie show humanity at it's absolute worst. Couldn't sleep for days afterwords....
8. "Midnight Express"--remind me to never, never, EVER, EVER try to smuggle heroin out of Turkey.
9. "The Guyana Tragedy"--humanity's lemming mentality at it's most pathetic and disturbing. Jesus Christ.
10. "Thirteen Days"--The Cuban Missile Crisis and how close we actually came....Goddamn eye opening.....
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