NOBODY LIKES A SORE LOSER...

How Obama Got Elected.com is just ridiculous.

Everything concerning the election was fair and square. (Far more so than 4 & 8 years ago) We won't even cover underhanded tactics conducted at specific (predominantly ethnic poll stations)

You just have to be patient for four years, and THEN you can embarrass yourself at greater length Sarah.

"Wh-what happened...? Where am I?"

No, no.

I'm not even gonna lie.

I am NOT suffering from a case of discombobulation and/or amnesia.

I'm just a lazy ass.

That, coupled with the fact that there have been a TON of things going on within/around me that have been extremely damaging to my slightly shaky sense of calm.

I'm usually a cool collected individual, but these past three-four months have been very unnerving.

To be fair, I must admit that there have been bright spots that I have experienced as well.

I have encountered some inspirational people, had an epiphany concerning my relationship with my wife, had a revelation in terms of my role at work, and realized the amazing relaxing and restorative effects of breathing. (Who knew?)

I'm not gonna bore you with the gory details of my bouts with TMJ, the death of a friend, and increasing cases of coming down with the "fuck its".

But I am going to bore you with all the rest of the crap that happens to me from time to time.

Writing, no matter how mundane it may seem at times is Extremely therapeutic for me. I realize that in order to remain calm, and level headed, I need a sounding board for all the junk floating around in my head. I need to talk to someone, and writing helps me... uhh, talk to myself.

Ok. That didn't quite sound right.

Whatever. I'm back, and I'm ready to start taking care of my creative being, so here we go!

Mixtape #1

This is the first of many, many mix tapes that I will create and share for your listening pleasure.

Just push play and enjoy the sonic goodness.

Hey! I'm nineteen months old today!

This here's my boy.

Today marks the 602nd day my son has been in existence on this plane.

Our attempts to keep him from life threatening situations-such as shark attacks, power-line electrocutions, and avalanches have been moderately,

no- 

I'll say relatively successful...

...Nah, I'm selling my wife and I short.

Whatever about 35% more than "relatively" equates to is pretty much how safe the boy is at this given time.

I'm proud to have a son who amazes me daily, I'm proud to have a son who's intelligence is beyond the norm, (according to the reactions of our pediatrician during progress analyses)

and I am proud to have a son who's interior beauty matches his exterior beauty.

Hm.

I now see EXACTLY how my father felt and surely continues to feel.

Heh.

Happy 602nd day son.

 

First Lady I Presume?

10:48 p.m. 

Michelle Obama's got me all hyped up!!!

Working on a few more bugs...

Hey y'all! 

Have you forgotten about me yet?

Hope not.

I apologize for going into "Shadow Mode", and disappearing into the void. 

I tend to do that sometimes.

I was blessed/cursed with the ability to just blend into the shadows and observe quietly-taking it all in, and learning from all that I observe.

That's the blessing.

The curse is that that ability (behavior) tends to alienate and piss off the people I care about.

They apparently feel as if I don't REALLY give a shit about them and their feelings.

Couldn't be further from the case.

I just need breaks sometimes-

Long 

long 

breaks.

So, I will take this time to apologize again to the extensive list of the folks I do it to.

There IS a cat who understands why I do it, and I really appreciate his understanding.

I guess that's why we've been friends for over a decade. Thanks for your understanding Dunbar, and even though you are o.k. with it I wish to apologize to you too friend.

Anyway, I digress.

I've been getting complaints that you can't post responses to all the crap I write. and I've been monkeying around with the settings, and now those problems have hopefully come to an end.

So feel free to respond to whatever I say-bearing in mind that I can melt into and from the shadows, so you never know where I may be.

Therefore, I would suggest keeping your criticisms to a minimum.

I probably shouldn't be telling you this...

So yesterday, the boy-
Oh wait. any newbies visiting may not know the deal.
I have a son who is a year and a half, and he is a Wild Boy.
Not "Lord of the Flies" wild, but "Where the Wild Things Are" wild.
Well, one of his favorite things is running. I must say, the boy is quick. I am fast when given a few feet, but he is quick off the fly. Only problem is, his brakes don't work so well.
That being said, he has frequent accidents of an irresistible force/immovable object sort of nature.
Anyway, his most recent smash up involved his face and the coffee table. Apparently, he lost his balance rounding the table, slipped, and smacked his cheek/cheekbone on the edge of the table.
Needless to say it looked God-awful.
So now he has a G.I. Joe (Old school 12" tall version complete with "real" hair) scar on his left cheek. It has healed pretty well, and it's now a centimeter thick pinkish line that extends from just past his nostril to the outer corner of his eye.
I know this is horrible, but a small part of me wants it to stay, because it looks kinda cool in a James Bond bad guy sort of way. (I know, I know, again with the bad guys)
It's weird, as handsome as the boy is, that slight mark makes him even MORE handsome.
Maybe he WILL grow up to be a Bond nemesis...
...Nah.
Those guys have a short life expectancy.
Maybe he will become an evil genius.
He will surely idolize particularly evil guys modeling his life and career after them.
Guys like George Bu-
KARL ROVE.

Maybe he will take over the world-leaving his dear mother and father Costa Rica to rule in a hierarchy similar to Britain.
You know, where WE get to run things, but don't have to do all the work.

Maybe he will invent a weather machine and hold the world under his thumb until they succumb to his ridiculous demands.

Maybe he will be so warped by his scar that he will don a steel mask to cover his entire face and use his knowledge of electronics to build an innumerable army of unstoppable robots which will force the world to bend to his will.

Yeah.
Big dreams for the boy.

Or maybe the scar will just fade away in a couple of days, and he will just go back to being our sweet little boy.
That's probably for the best.