Archive for June, 2009

R.I.P. King of Pop

Yet Another F@#$ed-up Dream…

I woke up this morning with my shoulder and back muscles hurtin’ like a motherfirker. From sleeping, fuhfirksakes. And instantly, I knew why. It was because I had yet another very active dream. Things are a bit fuzzy now, but I do remember one scene very clearly.

In this one particular scene, there was this woman who’d gone all batshyt crazy in this room full of people. I don’t recall where we were but it seemed to have been some sort of formal setting. I remember seeing long dresses and tuxedos– probably a remnant image from a wedding scene in The Hangover movie, which I’d seen last night. (Awesome movie, by the way!)

Anyway, I’m not entirely certain why but this chick goes all whacked and starts stabbing people (I don’t know if anybody died, but I remember a lot of blood spraying everywhere.) She’s screaming like a banshee and goes all Carrie with her hair covered with blood and shyt.

So, what do I do? I rush to the bar, grab a couple of bottles of alcohol and toss them toward the woman, the bottles breaking on the cement floor near her feet and, somehow, the contents spray out and drenches her dress. Then, in my periphery, I see that someone had suddenly thrown a lit matchstick as if on cue. I don’t know who threw the lit matchstick but it did that whole curved bullet scene in that movie Wanted. It arced around the woman and I thought, “Oh, great, whoever the bastid is who threw that lit match firkin missed…”  Then it curved around and landed on the woman’s alcohol-drenched dress, and she instantly lights on fire and she’s writhing where she’s standing and screaming all monster-like.

Then she fixes her eyes on me, like it was all my firkin fault. I mean, okay, so I was the one who got her dress drenched in fire-inducing alcohol and stuff, but I wasn’t the one who threw the lit match, forfirksakes. So, she starts ambling toward me and the crowd parts as if to say to the freak, “Yeah, it’s dat dude’s fault…”  And, I’m like, I’m so f@#$ed!

I turn and start running and find myself out back and what do I find? An effin swamp. A swamp, forfirksakes! But here’s where the cool part happens– I start floating up and out toward the swamp. I’m f@#$ing flying! I turn around and see the woman, still all alit and shyt, enter the swamp. For some reason, the water doesn’t extinguish her burning dress, and she’s still all furious at me. Then, she starts hurtling fireballs from her hands at me. Fireballs! And, I’m dodging the effin fireballs in midair like I’m firkin Peter Petrelli or something.

That was when my alarm sounded and I woke up to sore muscles.

F@#$ed-up, huh?

Happy Father’s Day!

Wouldnt you like to have him as a Dad?

Wouldn't you like to have him as a Dad?

Bullet Thoughts // 06.20.09

I don’t know why but for some reason I thought deaf people would also have a sign for laughter so it shocked me when I heard one laugh the other day.  I’d half-expected her to sign her laughter.

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Is it antisocial to seek silence?  Sometimes, even when I’m hanging around people, I get an uncontrollable urge to break off from the group and find a quiet, isolated spot just to hear my thoughts.  This has been misconstrued.

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No matter how they explain it, or how the law allows it up to a certain time of day, kids at a bar just doesn’t seem right.  So are toy dogs being carried around in women’s handbags at a grocery store.  Since when have these become acceptable?

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Karaoke places prove what American Idol audition shows have shown us all along: most people don’t know or could care less how badly they sing.

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Is it concerning to crave for a waffle at two-thirty in the afternoon?

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My neighborhood Starbucks coffee shop just finished a renovation and is now a more inviting, Internet-surfing-friendly space.  The problem is that there are still freaks aplenty that hang out there.  Myself included.

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I don’t consider betting one dollar on lottery drawings gambling.

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My Twitter account has killed this blog.  Sort of.

A Little More Time

I know that life was never fair
But never did I complain
‘Though there were times I couldn’t bear
You were there to ease the pain
I walked along a crooked path
Hoping that you’d be there waiting for me
And now that I am on my own
I know that I am never all alone

Time passed away but I’m still waiting
I’m hoping that you’d give me
A little more time
Although I know my life is over
You know I’ll still be waiting
For you to give me
A little more time

And in my life I’ve done so well
To follow in all your ways
And into wrong I sometimes fell
But you saved me right away
I walked along the crooked path
Hoping that you’d be there waiting for me
And now that I am on my own
I know that I am never all alone

Time passed away but I’m still waiting
I’m hoping that you’d give me
A little more time
Although I know my life is over
You know I’ll still be waiting
For you to give me
A little more time

And now alone in the dark
I hear a voice in my heart
It’s telling me how could I be so blind
So now I won’t give up a fight
All I’ll do is follow the light
Into your arms, Lord
And leave the world behind

Although I know my life is over
You know I’ll still be waiting
For you to give me
A little more time.

© 1989, A. Lumba

Wolf Parade “I’ll Believe in Anything”

Truly Inspirational

I was at a seminar today where one of the speakers spoke about how Rick and Dick Hoyt were the athletes to whom she looked up the most.  No one in the room knew who they were until she explained how it’s a father-and-son triathlon/marathon team who does not allow physical limitations hinder them from competing in the most grueling athletic challenges.  Read more here.