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Bored Now


This is my 100th blog entry.  Yay me!  This one is going to be short and to the point because there really isn’t much more to say about this topic that hasn’t already been said.

I seriously do not have the energy left to be upset or bothered by any more of the nonsense.  To be honest, I’m fucking bored.  I can’t even imagine what it must be like to give even the tiniest of fucks that someone else is gay and they want to get married, join the army, play professional football or even patronize your business.  GET THE FUCK OVER THIS SHIT NOW!

You are never going to win this fight.  There are more gay people on this planet than there are Jews.  Imagine the shit storm you would create if you tried denying Jews their basic human rights because you decided they were an affront to you in some way.  It’s already been tried and we know how that turned out.  Let’s knock that shit off right now and start maturing as a species.

If you get to do it, well then so do gay people.  End of story.







While I’m not particularly skilled in creating new cocktails – you have to check out Cocktails by Cody (on facebook or google him) – I do have a knack for finding just the right drinks for an event.  Give me a theme and I will research and come up with some tasty potables.

Something about special drinks adds to a party.  Anyone can do a case of beer, a few bottles of wine or liquor and soda.  But to get creative with your mixes and flavors, well, that’s a horse of a different color.

colored horses

I think I know how to make a party taste better.  It just adds something to it.  And how can you not be impressed by someone who knows how to do something like this?

The skill I need to acquire is the layering spoon.  I’d love to come up with a frozen cocktail that looks exactly like one of my childhood favorites, the Bomb Pop.

Aw yeah!

Aw yeah!

Here is the basic layering technique:

I do love a challenge.  The red will most likely be strawberry daiquiri and the blue layer will involve blue curaçao but I’m still contemplating my white layer.  I’m thinking a very light colored margarita or perhaps something with a coconut rum, depends on how the flavors taste together.  I will report back with my creations once I have mastered this technique and determined the best flavors for my signature drink.

What kind of drink would you make?


If It’s Too Loud…


If it’s too loud, you’re too old.

This is kind of a bullshit phrase.  As we age, our hearing deteriorates.  If that is the case, if it’s too loud for us, what the hell is it like for someone with better hearing?  Or perhaps our hearing deteriorates because we had it too loud all these years.

I’m going to sound like an old fuddy-duddy but I think movies are getting too loud, too bright and overall too chaotic.  Well, action movies are.

For the past few years, I’ve been suffering through the action scenes of the big summer films with less and less tolerance.  There are movies that I genuinely want to see but they are becoming very difficult to watch.

I really enjoyed last summer’s Star Trek Into Darkness but I couldn’t keep my eyes open during some of the action sequences, especially the shootout between some of the Enterprise crew and the Klingons.  I saw the film multiple times and every time, I just closed my eyes until it was over.  Not exactly a glowing review.

Some people have told me that it’s because movies are trying to compete with the videogame experience of the first person shooter variety and the scenes are shot to mimic that.  Well those games make me physically ill, literally (and I’m using that word correctly here).

It’s also been proposed that it’s cheaper to shoot an action scene with a constantly moving camera so that it creates tension and urgency without having to spend too much time or effort on actually doing something better.  Not as much skill in performing stunts or choreography is necessary and you can remain in a tight frame to keep effects costs down.  I saw The French Connection on a big screen and it was just as exciting as anything they put out today.  And I could watch the whole thing, including the car chase, without a problem.

I like a fun movie as much as the next person but not if it’s headache-inducing.  I know that I’m not necessarily the target audience for some of these films but I fear it may get so bad soon that someone will be thrown into an epileptic seizure from all the lights and sounds.  The human body has its limits but we seem to pride ourselves on testing those as often as possible.

I used to love roller-coasters and I still do enjoy the ones built up until about 2000.  The latest ones are no longer fun.  They’re endurance tests.  That’s not how I like to spend my weekends.  If that’s what young people like, more power to them.  I just don’t want to be left out of the fun all the time.  I have disposable income too.  And I’m willing to pay a little more for what I want.

Catering to the new DINK demographic might be quite lucrative.

DINK life meme

I joke that I’d pay double to go to places like Disneyland on a 21 and over only day.  I imagine I’m not the only one.  Sometimes the best thing about going to a bar (if it’s not too loud) is that there are no kids there.  And as rates of childbearing drop, there are going to be a lot more adults than kids in the near future.


So start catering to the early to middle adults (25 to 55).  We’re a little more discerning so you’re going to have to work just a little harder for our cash.  But it could be well worth it.  Here we are now, entertain us.

Easier Said Than Done


In all my spiritual wanderings. I’m often brought back  to the notion of non-attachment.  This concept has been more explored in Eastern philosophies but it has made its way west.

Christians sometimes express it as “God works in mysterious ways” while Muslims concede to the “will of Allah.”  Both express something larger than the individual directing the Universe that we just inhabit.

Regardless of your beliefs in a creator or not, non-attachment can be practiced.  Even atheists know they don’t control the universe.  We are barely in control of ourselves for the most part.

What I’ve learned from non-attachment is that to be otherwise, is to be in an argument with reality.  The moment you say something shouldn’t be this way or that, you are in conflict with the reality of how it actually is.  Of course it should be this way because it IS this way.  That’s just what’s so.

It can be extremely difficult to see things this way since no matter who you are, you will have an emotional reaction to the world around you.  I promise you Jesus and Buddha and all the rest were subject to their emotions.  They were just clear that those emotional reactions weren’t the truth.  Just an extension of their thoughts and beliefs.  Mostly hard-wiring that they had little say in laying down.

Seeing through our personal belief structure and knowing that those thoughts in our head are merely an extension of that structure is the first, and for some, the most difficult hurdle to non-attachment.  Don’t believe everything you think.

When you can get that everything you think, feel and believe is not objectively true, you can begin to explore what might actually be true.  Sounds doable, but it truly is easier said than done.  Getting through all that untruth can take a lifetime.  But what a lifetime that could be.

Or you can continue to live by the notion expressed in Lord Afred Tennyson’s Charge of the Light Brigade, “Their’s not to reason why, their’s but to do and die.”

That always seemed like the more difficult proposition to me.

And once you get to that place of clarity and non-attachment, if you wish to change the existing order, you aren’t doing it because you think the current way is wrong.  You’re not caught up in problem-reaction-solution-problem-reaction-solution-ad nauseum.

You might just be able to create from scratch and make all the previous problems no longer relevant.

bucky fuller

Isn’t that just what Nature’s been doing all this time?

Love is…

love is2

Valentine’s Day is a mixed bag.  For some people, it’s a great reminder to let someone know you care.  For others, it can make them feel like no one cares.  I’m here to encourage you to make this day (and really every day) the day you want it to be.

I’m not an overly romantic person.  I show my affection but it’s not covered in hearts and flowers.  Love to me is a much more practical, tangible thing.  But it still lives in the realm of the ineffable.  Words can allude to it but not capture it completely.  I can describe how I feel but that’s still only the surface of what lies beneath.

Love is giving him the bigger piece of steak.

Love is telling her she’s beautiful in her sweats and no make-up.

Love is giving hugs whenever they are needed or wanted.

Love is making room for her Muppets collection.

Love is all the way to the moon and back.

Love is “your song” even when it makes absolutely no sense.




The Tooth and the Whole Tooth

I had managed to make it past 40 without ever having a cavity or any dental work done.  That streak has just ended.  Thanks to a tipped over wisdom tooth, a cavity developed and the best course of action was to remove that wonky tooth and fill the cavity.  That was quite an experience.


Out… out damned tooth.

If you’ve never had your face numbed, I can’t say I recommend it unless the alternative is excruciating pain.  When you touch your skin, you feel that sensation with both your fingers and your skin.  When one of those is no longer receiving the signal, it just feels so wrong.  The non-feeling skin almost feels dead.  That was my cheek and chin for the better part of four hours.

But the whole thing went off without a hitch and now I’m on the mend.  Again I am reminded of the semi-charmed life that I lead.

I can’t say that life has never touched me or that it’s all been sunshine and rainbows but thankfully most of the things that have gotten me down are what we jokingly refer to as “first world problems.”  And the illnesses I’ve been subject to have not been all that bad.  I’ve had pneumonia, chicken pox and my gallbladder removed.  I can’t say I was down for more than week because of any of them.  Obviously I haven’t had to deal with cavities in the past and my teeth are quite strong.  I’ve cut myself a few times pretty good but never to the point where I really required stitches.  I think I clot well.

This isn’t to brag.  Sometimes I’m just amazed at it.  I know shit could happen and I’m grateful when it doesn’t.  What I am aware of that gets me through any rough patches is that I’m not really in control of what happens around me (and sometimes to me).  There but for the grace of God go I (or however you phrase it).

I do the bare minimum when it comes to my teeth.  I brush daily (usually only once) and floss a few times a month.  I hadn’t been to the dentist in several years and all in all, probably only been about a dozen times in my entire life.  The gallbladder thing sucked but I’ve been pretty great since it’s removal.  Perhaps the experience gave me a much greater tolerance to pain and discomfort.  I do what I can to be comfortable, but if there is no alternative, I can endure quite a lot.

However, the ease with which I’ve coasted through life has not blinded me to what others must suffer and endure.  I don’t think for one second, “If I can do it, so can they.”  Everyone is different and they have their own set of circumstances.  Each person’s experience is unique and I would never try to diminish that in any way.  I’m a generally lucky person whether I deserve it or not.  If someone feels they are the opposite, who am I to contradict them.

This is something that I’ve seen done many times and it can be quite thoughtless and unfair.  People who share about being discriminated against or abused in some way are often told that they are too sensitive or they are the ones who are taking it wrong.  If someone is describing the difficulties of their day in regards to health or size, people tell them they are wrong and should fix it rather than expect the world to be a little more sympathetic and understanding.  Life is not one-size fits all and your experience is not all experience.

Next time you hear someone complain, perhaps the only thing you need to do is allow that person to be heard.  Sometimes that’s all they need.  And if there is something you can provide, offer it without judgment and let the other person decide if that’s right for them.  Today, life is going your way.  Tomorrow might be a whole different story.


Delayed Gratification

In my day (you can hear the crotchety tone, right?) you had to wait for the good shit.  The best cartoons were on Saturday mornings.  The Wizard of Oz only ran on TV once in May, and you scheduled your life around the Rankin-Bass Christmas specials.


I recall with fondness the taste of candy canes on Christmas morning.  For some reason, peppermint tastes wrong in the summertime.  I get a mad craving for those chalky, sweethearts during the first two weeks of February and that waxy, overly sweet candy corn at the end of October.  But at any other time of the year, I have no desire or appetite for some of my favorite holiday treats.

And don’t get me started on the adulteration of that once venerated Easter goody, Peeps.  Snowmen and hearts are not fucking Peeps.  Those are sugar-covered marshmallow atrocities!

Not just no but Hell No!

Not just no but Hell No!

I know that the world has changed and these days, people of all ages are enjoying instant gratification.  Everything you want to watch can be found online somewhere.  Amazon will send you whatever your heart desires within days right to your front door.  Green houses and worldwide imports keep you in strawberries year round.  But something gets lost when there is no anticipation of delight.

If you have the money, you can have whatever you want when you want.  But winter strawberries just aren’t as sweet as those you have in May.  And a Cadbury Crème Egg doesn’t send the chills up my spine if I get more than a few in a calendar year.

If you’re like me and you enjoy the wait, the expectancy and then excitement of finally having what you’ve been craving, you have to put the brakes on and defer that desire for a later time.  I act like those things don’t even exist until their season arrives.

It’s not about denying yourself anything but when you have as much as you want whenever you want, you dull your senses.  Too much candy and sweet becomes an unpleasant taste in your mouth.  So in order to bring out the best in those things you love, leave them on the shelf for a little while until the time is just right.

“Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.”  –Francois de La Rochfoucauld


As I chomp down on Be Mine and You Rock, I relish the momentary delight of the sugar rush.  Once the box is empty, I feel sad for a moment and then wait another year to do it all over again.