Mike Huckabee commented on his blog that (and I am paraphrasing a little) the Republican party should sit back and allow the left to explain what President Obama did to warrant nomination for the Nobel Peace Prize.  Let me explain, the Nobel Committee does not take open nominations, they pick their own people, based on criteria they alone know.  It wasn’t like the Democratic Party called Sweden and said, “Hey, we know this guy that would be perfect for the Nobel Peace Prize.  You might know him, he used to go by Barry.”   Seriously, Mr. Huckabee, time for a reality check, not everything revolves around American Politics.

I have posted in the past about role-models.  So a reminder to keep looking for them in the people that matter, not the ones that make millions.  Remember teacher, firefighters, and nurses often rank amongst the most trusted professions and are also grossly underpaid.

—C

No one thing happened today that would inspire the above title, however, today has been a life changing day.  I have made some realizations that not only inspire me to change, but have actually forced the changes to happen.

If you understand others you are smart.

If you understand yourself you are illuminated.

If you overcome others you are powerful.

If you overcome yourself you have strength.

If you know how to be satisfied you are rich.

If you can act with vigor, you have a will.

If you don’t lose your objectives you can be long-lasting.

If you die without loss, you are eternal.

-Verse 33 of the Tao Te Ching.

—C

Ahh, tumblr, I have been informed that I do not post to you often enough.  So, here I am, on bended knee, begging apologies for my lack of postage.

Today was the memorial or Michael Jackson, I am probably one of the few who did not partake in any of the festivities, instead I did some tasks around the house.  It is not that I am that calloused towards MJ’s death, I just feel that he is a celebrity, a singer, a crackpot, possibly a pedophile, and none of that matters.  When Ronald Reagan died there was significantly less press coverage than has been on MJ for the past 2 weeks.  When the Pope died, again the same press coverage as Reagan.  I think I have posted about role models in the past, and agin would like to remind any readers of who we should memorialize.  Michael Jackson was the King of Pop, he did for pop music what Elvis did for rock and roll.  His music was unique and inventive and he was talented.  But, the majority of the people at the “memorial” service today never met the guy, never stood in the same room as he did, probably never physically put eyes on him.

I do not want anyone to think I am anti-MJ, instead let’s remember him for his music, not the way he died.  Let’s also spend more time remembering those who have truly done something important in our lives, not just the celebrities.

—C

I hate this guy.  I hate that guy.  That guy that gets lost in his own head when he loses track of his own feelings.  This guy.  This guy is the reason I am an emotional recluse.  I hate being the guy that analyses syntax or adverb usage.  I don’t like being that guy or may or may not be falling for someone who may or may not be good for him.

I’m the guy that bets of the favorite.  I lay my money on the sure thing.  I’m not that guy, but I’m turning into this guy, and eventually will be the other guy again.

A brief note to all those that have served our country, giving their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms that we have. Simply put,

Thank you.

—C

Here I sit, wasting the day. Listening to music and pondering life’s bigger questions. Wondering if there is an answer to any of them, some of them, or none of them. I guess that is the first question I need answered. Tough one isn’t it?

Stay tuned:  nude photos of yours truly coming soon.

-B

I realize I work in a high stress environment, but I hate it when people use it to act like fucking monkeys flinging poo. Seriously, some people need to relax. — C

In the book Knocking On Heaven’s Door (the stories of how countless rock stars died), they have an odd misprint.  At first they say accurately that Sid Viscious died of a drug overdose at the age of 21 on February 2, 1979.  He was born on May 10, 1957…again that would have made him 21.

Where it gets odd is when it goes on to mention the death of his mother, Anne Beverly.  They said she died in 1997…”at the age of 44”.  Which would mean she was born sometime around 1953, this would make her around four years old at the conception of her own son…kinda gross, right?  In reality Beverly was born in 1933, and died in 1997 at the age of 64…not 44.

And oddly enough in writing this entry I realized that today is Sid’s birthday…how creepy is it that I just happened to pick up that page of that particular book today, and then got intrigued by their gross oversight in a misprint?  Freaky.

Happy Would-Be Birthday, Sid!!!

Since Mac has been bugging me all week to let her put make-up on me…I’m beginning to wonder if I’m a make-up kind of guy.  Do I have the features that accentuated by long flowing streaks of rouge?  Would my eyelashes benefit from the sweet caress of a masacara brush?  Do my lips lusciously swell beneath the oily veneer of Parisian Pink lipstick, adorned by Wimsical Pink lip liner?  Are my eyes served by the charcoal dusting of eye make-up?

I don’t think so.

Removing my propensity to not have faith in my fascial structure, that it cannot pull off Mac’s new and improved make over.  I honestly just don’t think I’m cool enough to sport women’s fashion.  I am no Robert Smith or David Bowie.  I am not a Wayans Brother (circa “White Chicks” era).  Nor am I emo like Pete Wentz and The Madden boys (circa all of the time).  Sadly MacKenzie…I just don’t think your make-up plan is for me.

-B