Down the Gamer's Rabbit Hole....

I just realized how long it has been since last I made a post. Life moves on and I have been playing video games far to much. Last Father's Day I received a new video game system in the form of Xbox 360. I have enjoyed video games since I was a wee sprite playing an Atari 2600 but this opened up a whole new Pandora Xbox. I have amassed a nice collection of video games and love to play online with friends I have met through the network as well as old friends from other states that I don't get much chance to interact with. I know that at times my wife regrets the gift decision but I truly think it is one of the coolest gifts I have ever received. I may start posting my thoughts, reviews on some of the games I play a lot of. Please let me know if you are also addicted to the gaming world. For those who know me, it is old news that my nerd status is secure with a long history of Dungeons and Dragons, Sci Fi, and other endeavors so the addition to feverish video gaming is not a surprise. I have to go and actually do some work now and stop messing around on the internet for a little while. Boom out for now.

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Homeless Haphazard and the New Gorilla Warfare

And just watch him stagger down the street with intoxicated pride atop his crumbling climb and his junky stride. If you ask him, he will tell you that eyes don't need to focus to see what's going on. Perspective changes his face down in the gutter tragedy to a man with his ears to the tracks, listening for the coming locomotive of discourse. He hears the thumping boots of smart phone revolutionaries with idiots in tow. The clouded mind doesn't think nearly as much as it knows. Fast and ruthless like a nailgun crusifixion comes the soundbite blisters on the inside of bluetooth earpiece. Damaged hearing is the price of hearing the truth they say. Stagger on and crumble down, looking last to the lost so that your soul feels found Just watch him stagger, stagger on down and hope that he mumbles some prophecy, fortelling terrible things that sting of bourbon breathe, five dollar wise man that he is standing on the off ramp waiting for the red light dam to hold back the rush hour river so he may fish a little more. Four seasons of foul flavor has he tasted on the boulevard, thinking today is the worst to endure until tomorrow's daylight finds him again.

Mash up of Recent Things With Follow Up...

A little bit back, I was musing about creating a reality show where celebrities go to prison with everyday people who commit the same crimes as they. One of the reasons I thought this would be great was because it would take them off of the headlines and dedicate a channel or show to encase all of the mayhem.

Prison with the Stars!

Alright, so I'm sure like many of you, I am tired of hearing about the issues, problems, and criminal misfires of Lindsay Lohan. I hear a lot of people shouting that she and other "celebrities" who are so guilty of crimes should just go to jail. I think that this would only cause the tax payers to pay for another body in the correctional cycle and that is a waste. May I offer another solution. We seem to have no shortage of the fame touched individuals who are in trouble with the law, from television/movie stars, reality phenoms, to professional athletes. I say that in California, a state with a huge budget crisis, a broadcast correctional facility be put in place. You stock this special jail with one half celebrities who are heading to incarceration and one half average everyday "real" convicts. Mix the two elements and add cameras 24/7. It would be a broadcast bombshell and don't doubt that advertisers would be all over it. The income could help subsidize the state's correctional system thereby freeing up dollars to go elsewhere in the budget such as education. Many think the celebrities wouldn't go for it but I am willing to bet that they are so addicted to the attention monster that they will sign up for it in a heartbeat. Hell, we can even do a post prison term counseling special with Dr. Drew where he helps them readjust to the outside life. Maybe we could do a dial in vote to see who gets put in isolation for a day or two. Every call generates more money for the system that they thumbed their noses at. Feel free to add your own ideas to this but if any producers see this and take my idea. Please just put my name somewhere in the credits.

After I wrote this I spoke to a friend who works in a local prosecutor's office and he said that legally it would fly with the exception of having a call in vote to see who goes into solitary. Something about not ever bypassing someone's 6th amendment rights.

Today someone posted an article where Charles Manson was caught with a cell phone in his prison cell. I got tickled and came up with the following comments I left on her post. Thanks Ginger for posting that. Oh yeah here is a link to the article. ARTICLE

He was talking to Lil' Wayne.

Phone: buzz buzz buzz ( on silent in prison)

Lil' Wayne: (in a hush whisper) Who dis?

Charlie M.: Hi...hello, uh...jeez sorry I am just nervous. It's been a long time since I have done something like this. I just wanted to say that I am a really just a huge fan of your work. I have to say that I have not been moved by music like yours since.....well since the Beatles. I just wish there was some way I could show you just how much your music means to me.

Lil' Wayne: ...........

Charlie M. : Well, this has been great just great and I want to thank you for taking my call. I hear the guards coming. Cell check day, you know how it is. Hey I hope to hear your new stuff real soon. I will talk to you later........one more time, Huge, just a huge fan.

The reason for the Lil' Wayne reference is that he also is in prison and also just got caught with a cell phone in his cell. FYI

Charles Manson, just an out of control fanboy.

At The Moment of Deciding to Breathe

Calm. Calm, would be the one word that describes the moment when I noticed the perfect calm of the world around me. Vision transfixed on a single point in front but not really looking at nor seeing anything. Perfectly aware of all that was going on around. Not sure how long it was until I noticed that I was not moving at all, perfectly still in the moment. A statue in the eternity of seconds who was at peace with all that had come before and could be at equal peace with no more things to come. Finding it to be just like those seconds at the bottom of a swimming pool after the chaos of the dive have subsided and the water is silent and you are at the center of the calm. I was not breathing and it felt as if the decision was mine if ever to take up the habit again. Inhale and keep the story going or just sit there in the cushioned throne of stasis. Obviously there was a time limit to the decision yet urgency was missing from this equation. Fade away without another stress, bother, or worry. Breathe the next breathe of adventure, joy, and shared life with those you love. Though no rush was issued, and no anxiety felt in the decision, there was never a question of the outcome. How could I not breathe and give up the fight? To many have I seen who stopped breathing long ago, walking husk that only reflect the place that was their stopping point. Chest rises and falls and the chaos of every heartbeat must be used better than the day before. In times before now, often has the boy stood there throwing rocks into the water without purpose other than to hear the plunk of invaded liquid surface. To often have I squandered the resources of myself to lost endeavors and petty blueprints. I see now how limited the pile of rocks I stand upon is. How my aim must be truer as the years skip across the pond. Stop just stirring the water when there are real fish to catch if only you would just pick up the pole and cast.

C+ T = S ( Crap allowed + Tolerance = Stupidity Level) A Relationship Formula for the Modern World (The Extended Dance Remix)

One of the young ladies who works for me came in this morning telling me of how the guy she wants to spend the rest of her life with texted her a few days ago to back out of moving in together. As I started to remark on what a little bitch move that was do say something like that over a text, she put her hand up and told me that all of it was in the past now, as she had forgiven him. Apparently he broke down and cried when she confronted him with his failed approach at communication and as he sobbed, she decided to give it another chance. Now I know this is not in any way shape or form a relationship that I am really concerned with. It is more akin to watching a slow car wreck on an icy patch of road but am I wrong in thinking this guy should have a double pull no return on his man card? This is not some little early twenties late teens kind of guy. He is in his thirties and by all accounts a "Grown Up". In the end it boils down to one fact. You deserve whatever you are stupid enough to allow. Even though most people who just read that last line are thinking, "Yeah, everyone gets that." so many are settling for some silly redamndiculous shit in their relationships right this minute. So, I ask you, do we measure our own level of stupidity by direct relation to the things we allow to happen in our lives and our relationships, be they friendship, work based, or even love?

Now have I been guilty of this in the past? Absolutely, I am confident that most everyone has. I have written about how we are all in our own twisted towers of imprisonment but fail to notice because we are to busy pitying others for locking themselves away in the same manner. This does apply here as well and I am not saying that you don't tolerate imperfections in your relationships. To be honest, I am not trying to offer relationship advice at all. That would be like the leagues worst average batter giving others on the team batting advice. I am just making an observation about how we all seem to find ourselves living la vita Springer at times when if we could take three steps back from the reality of ourselves we would see how poorly we are writing our own script.

In the end I had another conversation with the young lady having relationship issues with the texting bandit. She has a young son in the mix also and this is a point of concern as it should be when you are building a serious lasting relationship. She feels that given time that they will be fine and that the guy in question will come around. I hope it does for her and the child's sake. As she has worked for me for years, I have seen her relationships from her divorce from a man who was not emotionally mature enough to handle a family to all those that followed. As I am removed from the situation, I can see fairly easily that she keeps going back to the same well and getting bucket after bucket of the same kind of guy. When you repeat a behavior again and again only to be upset that the end result is the same, I have a hard time feeling sorry for you. This is the soap opera that restaurants can be sometimes where you get a glimpse inside the lives of those who work for or with you over the years.

Urge to Undo in the Winter Months

I find myself riding a tempo that is just above comatose in terms of activity during the winter months. Possibly this is a long leftover impulse in the human genome much like the compulsion to hibernate that other animals have. This leads to more time in front of a computer, watching movies, reading books, and drinking coffee. This in and of itself is not a horrible thing but the lack of activities to balance out these leisurely endeavors has a high price. The payment is made in pounds and loss of energy. Einstein had it by the nape of the neck with the whole body at rest stays at rest and a body in motion doesn't feel like a lazy lump of crap theory. So if as G.I. Joe pointed out, "Knowing is half the battle" then allow me to give the half of my battle plan. I have already begun the process of getting my eating habits back in check and controlling the level and quality of food I am eating. Today, I start back at the gym and will commit myself to three times a week as I did in the summer. At first I know I will be Grumpy McBastard for a short time but I can't wait to feel my energy level jump again.

The facts are this:

• I am knocking on the door named 40
• I have small children and do want to be there for them.
• I am in control of how old I choose to feel.
• There is no BOOMFIST in being a sack of couch sitting.
• Phil Collins is evil.
• Shower Gnomes are real.
• I know how good I will feel when all is said and done.

So you may not care that I am getting back to my routines and that is fine. I write a lot of stuff that a great deal of people don't care to read. One morning over a nice hot cup of tea, as they bite into their perfectly toasted bagel, it will hit them. "He doesn't care if we like it. He writes because he enjoys writing."

Nuff Said.