Just joined at Bookcrossing. I’m going to put copies of ‘Illusions’ by Richard Bach everywhere! 🙂
Just joined at Bookcrossing. I’m going to put copies of ‘Illusions’ by Richard Bach everywhere! 🙂
The great thing about being a hoarder, and never throwing anything away, is that you are often nostalgically surprised when you pull something out of a box you’ve had stored in the attic for 20-years.
Take this Farfrompüken t-shirt I discovered this morning. This thing brings back memories. Memories such as waking-up under a freeway overpass in a shopping cart and wondering at what point during the previous night I agreed to wearing a “Picasso-deranged” version of clown makeup.
It’s funny how, when you’re in your early twenties, spending two hours in the imported beer section at Cork-n-Bottle was not only acceptable, but crucial! Every label had to be read in order to guarantee you were getting the most alcohol content possible while still maintaining some sort of traditional, non-threatening ingredients. “Now With Extra Turpentine!” is probably a clue you should try something else.
Once you hit thirty, buying beer is much less exciting — oh, you’ll drink more — but spending more than 10-seconds choosing a beer is pretty much a thing of the past. I spent most of my life living in the city of beer (well, it used to be, anyway): Cincinnati. If you live here, it’s a written law that you must drink a Cincinnati beer; otherwise, I’m pretty sure it is legal for citizens to dress you up in a Pittsburgh Steelers uniform and let you loose in a frozen, but moderately trafficked, section of the state (Cincinnatians will immediately recognize this as a fate much worse than death). The good news, though, is that nearly every small town has it’s own brewery, so you can always find something you like.
My favorite personal favorite was Little Kings from the old Shoenling brewery, in those tiny, short green bottles. I’ve had many exciting adventures fueled by Little Kings — sometimes mixing such unrelated themes as lumberjacking and the abuse of fireworks.
By the time you get to be forty-years-old you drink almost the same amount of beer you did in your thirties, but the beer-induced adventures consist of you watching your drunk, thirty-something friends experience their alcohol-fueled adventures. When you’re forty, climbing trees in 10-below zero temperatures doesn’t sound like the greatest idea ever anymore — but, watching your inebriated buddies do it can be very entertaining.
Now that I’m almost fifty, I just don’t get that excited about beer anymore. I might have one or two if I go out to a pizza place or something, and you can’t even get Little Kings here anymore. If I do order a beer it’s usually Dos Equis — not because it tastes the best, but because that’s what the most interesting man in the world prefers.
Stay thirsty, my friends…
People keep asking me why I am still single. After all, I am:
If you have some sort of overwhelming desire to know even more about me, then you really should check out my About Me page, but anyway…
The list goes on and on. Some of you may think I am being cocky right now, and that’s fair, because I often do have a tendency to be cocky, but always in a playful way. I do not take myself that seriously.
This time, however, I am simply stating things as I see them. I have worked hard to be the person I have become, and continue to be every day. I am committed to continually striving to become the absolute best I can be for both myself and for those I love. So why am I still single? A friend of mine sent me over an application and one of the questions was as follows:
Fill in the blank: I like a girl that __________
Here was my answer:
I like a girl that knows who she is, knows what she wants, is kind and compassionate but not weak, sassy and intelligent, knows when to say sorry and when to hold her ground, clever and sociable, outgoing with substance, secure with her body and sexuality, graceful and elegant, intuitive and curious, adventurous and dorky, beautiful beyond compare, crazy about me, knows how to please me in bed and always up for trying new things, a world class cuddler, supportive, has her own life and friends, picks up on subtle hints and comes up with great surprises, able to rough it, optimistic and devoid of complaint, flirty and flexible, knows how to prioritize her life, lets go of the past and moves forward, takes time to figure herself out so she stops making the same mistakes over and over, in touch with her emotions but not overly emotional, creative, able to agree to disagree and acknowledge both sides of an argument, takes naughty pictures and sends them to me when we are apart, generous, fierce, takes care of her body for her and for me, has a strong healthy sex drive, solid in her identity but always open to new ideas to continue growing as a person, makes erotic noises while having sex, has passion in her kisses, finds beauty in her surroundings no matter where she is, loves to travel, spontaneous, able to make her own decisions independently from what her friends and family think, takes risks, and overall is a kick-ass awesome person.
So, as you can see, I am still single because that kind of woman is harder to find than the proverbial needle in the haystack. Perhaps I have already met her, or maybe she is in ….Finland…. and I will meet her on my next voyage around the world? Maybe she is reading this right now?* Who knows?
But I do know that when she does find me, she will appreciate how picky I am, and all the work I’ve done in shaping the perfect man for her.
* If so, stop reading this right now and get over here!
Hello, boys and girls, and welcome to “Racist Things For Children”, the feature that ventures into the nation’s pop culture past to find things that were made by people who didn’t know any better for people who still don’t know any better.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, kids, but minorities haven’t had it so easy in the pop culture pantheon. Some of our most beloved characters, like Speedy Gonzalez, for instance, are fairly offensive stereotypes of some of our most beloved minorities, like Hispanics. While minorities have been complaining about this the whole time, it wasn’t until relatively recently that people started being more politically correct about that kind of thing.
I’m here to show you what it was/can be like out there. Afterwards, you can pop in your “Crash” DVD and call all your minority friends and tell them how much you liked it to make yourself feel better.
But for now, allow me to introduce you to mi close, personal amigo,
“The Frito Bandito”:
He’s wanted because he’s a bad person. Ok, really look at that. Soak it up in all it’s glory.
Stop. Think for a moment. Where are your fritos? Where are your “cronchy” fritos? Are they in a safe place? Even if they are, there is a Hispanic in a silly hat that is known to be very clever and sneaky to get around whatever hair brained security device you have installed. He is so clever and sneaky, that he manages to leap small country borders in a single bound.
AND HE’S GOT A FUCKING GUN.
Oh, but don’t take it from me. Let’s let this man get a fair trial, shall we?
Dios mio. I was wrong before. He has TWO GUNS AND HE WILL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR YOUR FRITOS.!
What is the Frito Bureau of Investigations doing with all of our tax dollars? I mean, I assume they only have this one criminal to catch, and they can’t still get their act together?!
In reality, this caballero kept up these shenanigans from 1967 to 1971, 4 years from fiesta to siesta. But oh, man, what a ride!
Created by the Foote, Cone and Belding Agency (which currently produces the “Oreo Double Stuff” commercials with the Mannings, Donald Trump, and Darrel Hammond, so the ads they make now are slightly less offensive than ones past), the Bandito commercials were animated by cartoon legend Tex Avery. But since he had to produce it in Mexico, he could not afford a background or color (first part real, second part joke).
If you think he sounds a lot like Speedy Gonzalez, that’s because he does. He was voiced by other animation legend Mel Blanc, the one responsible for voicing Speedy and others like Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Barney Rubble and JUST GO LOOK AT HIS WIKIPEDIA PAGE ALREADY!
Have you ever wondered what the man of a thousand voices looks like?
Great, cuz now you do, so go tell all your friends.
So the commercials kept going and, naturally, the Hispanics did not care for them. He was eventually toned down by elminating his gold tooth and combing his hair to appease protesters. To make sure children still trusted him, he tried giving them free shit, presumably before murdering them for their corn cheeps:
Honestly, who wouldn’t feel better after accidentally eating a Chris Farley-shaped piece of rubber while trying to enjoy a salty snack:
Thank god someone took a picture of that.
So eventually the Frito Bandito (who was a mascot for Fritos, by the way, in case you’re totally lost or something) was retired in 1971. Luckily, he made one giant leap for all minority-kind before his Dia De Los Muertos.
So, to recap, The Frito Bandito:
Ok, bye. In case you’re wondering, btw, I’m pretty sure I’m AGAINST this kind of thing.
That’s an easy one. My favorite card game (with a standard decks of playing cards) is ‘Casino’! It’s really hard to find people that know how to play. It’s a quick-paced game, but not so brain-bending so it still allows everyone to socialize a bit. Games can be relatively short or long depending on which version rules you decide to use. An awesome game even school children can play to help strenghen their math skills. Highly recommended.
Complete official rules here:
For ANY type of card game, then my favorite is ‘Phase 10’ (pictured above). It’s basically Shanghai Rummy with a different deck, if you know how to play Shanghai. A description and rules are here:
Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the English language today is the word “fuck”. It is the one magical word which, just by its sound, can describe pain, pleasure, love, hate, and oh-so-much more!
In language, “fuck” falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive (Mary was fucked by John). It can be an action verb (John really gives a fuck), a passive verb (Mary really doesn’t give a fuck), an adverb (Mary is fucking interested in John), or as a noun (Mary is a terrific fuck).
It can also be used as an adjective (Mary is fucking beautiful) or an interjection (Fuck! I’m late for my date with Mary). It can even be used as a conjunction (Mary is easy, fuck she’s also stupid). As you can see, there are very few words with the overall versatility of the word “fuck”.
Besides its sexual connotations, this incredible word can be used to describe many situations:
Aggression: Fuck you!
Agreeable: Fucking A.
Apathy: Who really gives a fuck, anyhow?
Confusion: What the fuck?
Deception: Fucking liar.
Denial: I didn’t fucking do it.
Despair: Fucked again.
Difficulty: I don’t understand this fucking business.
Directions: Fuck off.
Disbelief: How the fuck did you do that?
Disgust: Fuck me.
Dismay: Oh, fuck it.
Displeasure: What the fuck is going on here?
Fraud: I got fucked by the used car dealer.
Greetings: How the fuck are you?
Incompetence: He’s a fuck up.
Laziness: He’s a fuck off.
Lost: Where the fuck are we?
Panic: Let’s get the fuck out of here.
Perplexity: I know fuck all about it.
Pleasure: I fucking couldn’t be happier.
Puzzelled: How the fuck do I know?
Rebellion: I don’t give a fuck what he said!
Resignation: Oh, fuck it!
Retaliation: Up your fucking ass!
Suspicion: Who the fuck are you?
Trouble: Well, I guess I’m fucked now.
It can be used as an anatomical description – “He’s a fucking asshole.”
It can be used to tell time – “It’s five fucking thirty.”
It can be used in business – “How did I wind up in this fucking job?”
It can be maternal as in – “Motherfucker.”
It can be political – “Fuck George Bush.”
It has also been used by many notable people throughout history:
“What the fuck was that?” – Mayor of Hiroshima
“Where the fuck did all these Indians come from?” – General Custer
“Where is all this fucking water coming from?” – Captain of the Titanic
“That’s not a real fucking gun.” – John Lennon
“Who’s gonna fucking find out?” – Richard Nixon”
Heads are going to fucking roll.” – Anne Boleyn
“Let the fucking woman drive.” – Commander of Space Shuttle Challenger
“What fucking map?” – Mark Thatcher
“You and your fucking theater tickets!” – Abraham Lincoln
“Any fucking idiot could understand that.” – Albert Einstein
“It does so fucking look like her!” – Picasso
“How the fuck did you work that out?” – Pythagoras
“You want what on the fucking ceiling?” – Michaelangelo
“Fuck a duck.” – Walt Disney
“Why?- Because its fucking there!” – Edmund Hilary
“I don’t suppose its gonna fucking rain?” – Joan of Arc
“Scattered fucking showers my ass.” – Noah
“I need this parade like I need a fucking hole in my head.” – John F. Kennedy
The mind fairly boggles at the many creative uses of the word. How can anyone be offended when you say fuck? Use it frequently in your daily speech; it will add to your prestige.
Today, say to someone… FUCK YOU!
I was feeling nostalgic today, waxing philosophical about days gone by.
You see, I was lucky to grow up during that wonderful, magical era that existed once upon a time just after Mary Poppins and just before the plague of political correctness infected our minds and effectively castrated our culture:
It was a great time. The Frito Bandito was still on TV, we could make fun of other races openly, and women knew they still weren’t as good as men.
During those carefree days, one of my all time favorite games was CLUE!
Do you remember this guy, the VICTIM? Mr. Boddy?
It was a frigging awesome game, though. How I enjoyed sitting around the table in my PJ’s, hanging out with the family, killing time playing CLUE. We solved an untold number of incredibly violent crimes that were perpetrated by rich eccentrics, gold-digging sluts or overweight elderly matrons….remember these guys?
Oh, and how I loved and admired the way they bypassed the classier and mostly bloodless methods of murder! No cyanide poison in the grape juice, no strangling with a pair of silk pantyhose, no drownings in the claw-foot bathtub. Oh no, no, noooo….these homicidal maniac childhood heroes of mine knew how to do it right!! They always had the coolest weapons:
Yes, it was the good old days, for sure….Mr. Green in the Library with the lead pipe. Mrs. White in the kitchen with the candlestick. Colonel Mustard in the Ballroom with the revolver. Oh, the unending combinations of senseless mayhem!!
Blood and death every way, in every room and everyone was suspect. Damn, I miss it!
Well…I would except for the fact that my oldest brother was the type who always took games way too seriously and, of course, he usually won. (You probably had one of these in your family, too. I think we all did. Weren’t they just so frigging annoying??!)
It got to the point with my brother where no one would play Monopoly, Battleship or even checkers with him because not only did he usually win, but he was in-your-face-I-am-the-man for hours, and sometimes days, after a victory.
Fuck!!! I hated that.
So… we usually avoided playing most games with him, but he didn’t care as long as we still played CLUE. He REALLY loved CLUE…he’d play 12 or 15 times a day if he could bribe us into playing with him. I made a small fortune off of him from that time period.
It actually funded my fat retirement account!
Yet now that I look back…. I think maybe it was a mistake on my part that I indulged him so often, and maybe he was possibly just a little too much into CLUE. I realized it was a possibility today as I was looking through an old photo album and found this picture of him fingerpainting:
Yep, that’s him.
Scary, huh? I mean, the red flags were all there, but what the hell did we know back then??
My parents thought it was kinda cute when he finger painted that ^^ REDRUM/MURDER saying all over his wall…. with the cat’s blood. They simply patted him on the head, buried the cat and drove him down to the animal shelter to replace it. They were good parents, really, for that era.
Yes, I admit, they were a bit naive but come on, it’s not like we had Oprah or Dr. Phil back then….nor did we know about Jeffrey Dahmer and the whole “if they kill pets at age 8…” thing…
…but hey, despite a rough start…he eventually gave up CLUE and he grew up just fine! (Can’t really say the same for the 97 cats we went through, though.)
Anyhoo..I am proud to say that ever since my father’s unusual disappearance in 1975, he’s never been caught cooking OR selling meth out of my Mom’s basement in all this time! He never even blew up the house and let me tell ya, he had several close calls, but he’s pretty smart and all-in-all I’d say he grew up to be quite a success, really.
He’s even held several low-paying jobs off and on over the last 30+ years, like this one:
Yep, he rocks. A great role model for all of us.
Weeelllll, that is until recently….it’s quite sad actually, none of us could have predicted how far and how fast he would have fallen. I blame myself, really.
Things kinda took a bad turn for him after I sent him this CLUE CD-Rom game for Christmas last year:
I mean, how was I to know that it may have triggered something deep within his troubled psyche??
Who could have guessed that my mild-mannered, rarely seen in the daylight, meth-head brother would emerge through the door of my Mom’s musty basement as this raving lunatic???
OK, just between you and me, even if I did know, I can’t be held responsible for the murderous rampage that he went on following his 3 week CLUE/meth/case of Rockstar binge…..can I?!
I mean, somehow we had to get him out of that basement so we could bring in the exterminators and a cleaning crew….it was a fire hazard and I thought it was the only way.
Just in case, I think I’ll take an early retirement and head to Aruba. I’ll definitely be safe there if they ever want to try to make me an accessory or something…
I’ll keep the same e-mail, so hey, let’s keep in touch, k??
Question of the day:
Beach or Pool? Why?
Not many people probably know this, but I can’t swim a lick. I can dog paddle for a bit, as long as my toe doesn’t pop out of place. 😀 So I would choose NEITHER. But if I had to swim, I guess I would rather be in a pool, because you can control at least some of the filth with chemicals. 😀
A good friend once told me, “If you don’t come into this world hard, Life will make you that way before she takes you out,” and it’s absolutely true. With that said, my theme song would be ‘Dog Eat Dog’ by Ted Nugent from the album ‘Free-for-All’ (another very appropriate title).
2. Mr. Brownstone
3. Live and Let Die
(Paul McCartney & Wings cover)
4. It’s So Easy
5. Bad Obsession
7. Pretty Tied Up
8. Welcome To The Jungle
9. Don’t Cry
10. Double Talkin’ Jive
11. Civil War (NOT INCLUDED)
(with ‘Voodoo Child’)
(Wild Horses (Intro))
13. You Could Be Mine
14. Axl Rose Piano Solo
15. November Rain
16. Matt Sorum Drum Solo
17. Slash Guitar Solo
18. Speak Softly Love
(Andy Williams cover)(‘The Godfather Theme’)
19. Sweet Child O’ Mine
(with ‘Sail Away Sweet Sister’ … more)
20. So Fine
21. Rocket Queen
(with ‘It Tastes Good, Don’t It?’)
22. Move To The City
23. Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
(Bob Dylan cover)(with intro of ‘Only Women Bleed’)
25. Paradise City
(With ‘Mother’ (Intro))
As usual, if this link dies please let me know so I can replace it. Enjoy.
How could you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat?
1. In the Flesh? – 0:00
2. The Thin Ice – 3:25
3. Another Brick in the Wall (Part 1) – 5:52
4. The Happiest Days of Our Lives – 9:29
5. Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2) – 10:50
6. Mother – 14:50
7. Goodbye Blue Sky – 20:48
8. Empty Spaces – 24:00
9. Young Lust – 25:20
10. One of My Turns – 28:52
11. Don’t Leave Me Now – 32:27
12. Another Brick in the Wall (Part 3) – 36:49
13. Goodbye Cruel World – 37:58
14. Hey You – 39:13
15. Is There Anybody Out There? – 44:20
16. Nobody Home – 46:51
17. Vera – 50:20
18. Bring the Boys Back Home – 51:35
19. Comfortably Numb – 52:58
20. The Show Must Go On – 59:23
21. In the Flesh – 1:01:02
22. Run Like Hell – 1:05:23
23. Waiting for the Worms – 1:09:42
24. Stop – 1:13:37
25. The Trial – 1:14:10
26. Outside the Wall – 1:19:28
The Wall is the eleventh studio album by English progressive rock group Pink Floyd. Released as a double album on 30 November 1979, it was subsequently performed live with elaborate theatrical effects, and adapted into a feature film, Pink Floyd – The Wall.
As with the band’s previous three studio albums The Wall is a concept album, and deals largely with themes of abandonment and personal isolation. It was first conceived during the band’s 1977 In the Flesh Tour, when bassist and lyricist Roger Waters‘s frustration with the spectators’ perceived boorishness became so acute that he imagined building a wall between the performers and audience. The album is a rock opera that centres on Pink, a character based on Waters or possibly even Syd Barrett. Pink’s life experiences begin with the loss of his father during the Second World War, and continue with ridicule and abuse from his schoolteachers, an overprotective mother and finally, the breakdown of his marriage. All contribute to his eventual self-imposed isolation from society, represented by a metaphorical wall.
The Wall features a notably harsher and more theatrical style than Pink Floyd’s previous releases. Keyboardist Richard Wright left the band during the album’s production but remained as a salaried musician, performing with Pink Floyd during The Wall Tour. Commercially successful upon its release, the album was one of the best selling of 1980, and as of 1999, it had sold over 23 million RIAA certified units (11.5 million albums) in the United States. Rolling Stone magazine placed The Wall at number 87 on its list of The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time.
The pic below is a reproduction showing the design of the first sheet of blotter acid ever made, based on comic book characters created by R.Crumb:
And finally, my particular favorite, designed and signed by artist H.R. Giger:
Made a new ecig sale for South Beach Smoke. It was a big sale, too, giving me a commision of $119 and some change. I was hoping to get the check later this month, but they have already been released. Looks like I’ll be getting one next month, though, for $184.98. Not too bad considering it’s just one of the companies I affiliate with, and I could always make a few more sales in between the next check cutting.
I noticed a new flag on my 43Things counter today, and it was from Iraq. That brings my grand total to visitors from 85 countries.
I promised everyone on LetMeWatchThis (1channel) that I would rip and upload the P90X video series. No big deal, but now I can’t find a streaming host that will allow me to upload that much data. I also have the Department S series to upload, as well. Of course, it’s going to take a while, anyway, because Road Runner (regardless of what they tell you) does throttle speeds, but first I need to solve this hosting space dilemma.
Speaking of P90X, I really need to get active again. The last 3 or 4 months have been really lazy for me. I’m not sure if it’s the bi-polar or what, but it seems like my productivity has gone way down.
I think I’ll start with Sparkpeople because that site and it’s people always seem to motivate me. The menus, themselves, make the site worth it, but it’s put together really well. I recommend it to everyone.
Of course, I need to actually start exercising, too. I’ve always said that the Total Gym is definitely a good fit for me, but I’ve never really taken advantage of it. I’ve had it for probably 5 years now, though, and have used it maybe a dozen times. Time to get back the money I spent for it, though, and do my body some good in the meantime.
I was thinking that, since I want/need to do this anyway, maybe I should put up a fitness blog up and write about my experience? Maybe include some fat and skinny photos for the ‘before and after’ shots. Hopefully, I would make a few bucks along the way, too.
Like an idiot, last Friday I auto-updated the WordPress framework on my Latchkey Niche Blogs site and, I should have known, it killed it. Originally, I thought I would have to recreate the entire thing, and was contemplating changing the theme, too. Since it wasn’t working anyway, I decided to just delete everything and start from the ground up. After I re-installed WordPress, though, I noticed that the posts were still there, which reminded me that the database was still in place, since I hadn’t deleted it.
Long story short: It was all still there, but since the links on the pics had changed, I had to re-upload those. Not a big deal, though, since I only have 18 blogs for sale at the moment, and only a handful of other graphics on the entire blog, fortunately. It took me a total of about 20 minutes, and now the site looks just like it did before ‘the incident.’
I still need to re-do the Paypal links so I can actually sell the blogs, but that shouldn’t take more than an hour or so once I get a chance to get to it.
And finally, some words of wisdom from Harlan Ellison:
”Everybody has opinions: I have them, you have them. And we are all told from the moment we open our eyes, that everyone is entitled to his or her opinion. Well, that’s horsepuckey, of course. We are not entitled to our opinions; we are entitled to our informed opinions. Without research, without background, without understanding, it’s nothing. It’s just bibble-babble. It’s like a fart in a wind tunnel, folks.” – Harlan Ellison
And now an unusual piece of artwork, the likes of which I have not seen in many, many years:
One in every 5,000 babies are born without a butthole, which has to be created manually by the hospital. One in 5,000 is actually very common! It’s a birth defect doctor’s term ‘imperforate anus‘ and you can learn more about it (if you so desire, of course) by clicking here.
Whenever I’m feeling a bit down on myself, I always try to remind myself of two good friends I had way back in high school that were brothers, but were also conjoined twins. One of the brothers happened to be gay, and whenever his boyfriend was coming over, it always saddened the other brother because it was yet another reminder of the fact they both shared the same butthole. So yeah, things could always be worse than what they are, wherever you are, I think. Remember that.
I really love lists. Always have, for some reason. I found this interesting list on a blog called ‘Chad Howse Fitness‘ and wanted to share it with everyone. It’s called “20 Characteristics of a Real Man” by, of course, Chad Howse.
1. A man treats people with respect. If you don’t respect people, you’re not a man. Period.
2. A man understands that greater happiness lies in helping others, not helping himself.
3. A man doesn’t stand still while the world passes him by, he continually pushes himself.
4. A man is a leader in at least one aspect of his life, whether this means his family, with his friends or just in general. But he can also follow. The world wouldn’t work if everyone was trying to lead in every aspect of life.
5. You can depend on a man. You can’t depend on a boy.
6. “You cannot teach a man anything; you can only help him discover it in himself.” – Galileo Galilei
A man is proud, often to a fault. He doesn’t “change” but rather evolves. Ladies, don’t try and change your man, but let him evolve into the man he’s meant to be.
7. A man doesn’t need to be able to fight or to protect himself and his family physically, but it helps. He does, however, need to be willing to do whatever it takes to keep his family happy, safe and out of harm’s way.
8. A man lives for something; a purpose beyond his own personal gains. This can come with time, and with family. It doesn’t always happen right away.
9. “Many of the greatest accomplishments of the world were accomplished by tired and discouraged men who kept on working.”
A man gets depressed, he gets sad, he thinks about quitting and folding, but he never does. He pushes through adversity.
10. “When a man points a finger at someone else, he should remember that four of his fingers are pointing at himself.” – Louis Nizer
A man, every man, has faults (even YOU). It’s important to understand this.
11. A man can laugh at himself.
12. A man takes pride in how he looks and lives his life. He’s not ashamed by who he is, what he does or how he looks, even if he’s trying to change one of the aforementioned.
13. “Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot.” ~ Oscar Wilde
Men learn what is truly important over time. If they’re lucky, they’ll have a sense of it early on.
14. “How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.” ~ Oscar Wilde
If a man finds someone special, he doesn’t treat her like she’s everyone else.
15. A man has fears, but he isn’t ruled by them.
16. A man learns from his mistakes. Although he might take a few cracks at it.
17. A man does what is necessary. Even if it’s the hardest decision, or the most unpopular one.
18. A man can appreciate the greatness that is ‘The Gladiator’.
19. A man thrives on competition.
20. “For a man to achieve all that is expected of him, he must regard himself greater than he is.” ~ Johann Wolfgang
What characteristics would you find in the ideal man? Do you agree with the principles on this list? Are there any others you would add? Let us know.
1. True wisdom and insight is always free.
2. Give your power over to no one.
3. Going into the unknown is how you expand what is known.
4. Get a library card.
5. Spend more time around people that both challenge and respect you.
6. Remain skeptical forever.
7. Fight for what matters.
8. There is a method that works. Find it.
9. Join a movement.
10. Drink your coffee black.
11. Never let anyone photoshop a picture of you. It creates a false sense of self-confidence.
12. Read more. Especially things you disagree with.
13. Get used to feeling stupid. It’s a sign of growth.
14. It’s easy for people to talk a good game, so watch how they behave instead.
15. Learn something from everyone.
16. Find things that inspire you and pursue them, even if there’s no money in it.
17. Starve if you have to, for as long as you need to.
18. Survive on a little just to prove you can do it.
19. Get one big success at an early age. It’ll help build your confidence for bigger things.
20. Do what you say you’ll do. No one is reliable anymore.
21. Be comfortable with abandonment, even of parts of your identity.
22. Learn a new language.
23. Eat more protein.
24. Keep people around you that will tell you the truth.
25. Genius gets you nowhere. Execution is everything.
26. If given the choice of equity or cash, always take cash.
27. Meet new people as often as possible. Offer to help them.
28. Don’t discriminate. Connect anyone in your network to anyone else.
29. If you can’t do a pull-up, you have a problem.
30. Nobody likes a know-it-all.
31. Get a passport. Fill it up with stamps no one has ever seen.
32. Quit your horrible job.
33. Read biographies. It’s like having access to the best mentors in history.
34. Go to bed, and wake up, early. No one will bother you, letting your best work emerge.
35. Scare yourself a little bit every day. It will expand your inner map.
36. Learn to climb trees.
37. Don’t buy a lot of stuff, and only buy the stuff you really love.
38. Be humble and curious.
39. Twitter followers don’t keep you warm at night.
40. Be as useful as you can in as many circumstances as possible.
41. Show up.
42. Repeat people’s names when you meet them.
43. Turn internet access off your phone. Wifi is fine.
44. Get a deck of Oblique Strategies cards. Use them.
45. Make your home a place where you feel safe.
46. Take people up on bets. Make more bets yourself.
47. Take cold showers. They’re better than coffee.
48. Learn to enjoy hunger.
49. Make everything either shorter, or longer, than it needs to be.
50. Always remember those who helped you. Deliver two or three times as much value back.
51. But also, help people who have never helped you, and can’t.
52. When you know that pain is temporary, it affects all of your decisions.
53. Get a tattoo. Don’t worry about regret.
54. Commit to things, regularly, that are far beyond your ability.
55. Meet with friends more often than you think you have to.
56. Learn to meditate. Go on a retreat if you have to.
57. Your stories are both more and less interesting than you think.
58. Learn to really listen.
59. Walk more.
60. Ugly is just a step on the way to beautiful.
61. Get to know your neighbours.
62. Don’t take anything personally, ever.
63. Consider avoiding school. Go to lots of conferences instead.
64. As soon as you can, buy some art.
65. Apologize more than you need to.
66. Find out if there will be food there.
67. A good haircut changes everything.
68. Read Man’s Search For Meaning.
69. Say no to projects you don’t care about.
70. Do things that are uncool. Later on, they usually end up becoming cool anyway.
71. Find your voice.
72. Have some manners.
73. Learn to play chess, go, and bridge. They’ll keep you from going senile.
74. Learn about the Tetrapharmakos.
75. Find ways to cheat the system– just don’t cheat people.
76. Be like Jesus, not like his followers. (This applies to all of them.)
77. At least once, date someone that’s out of your league.
78. Examine your jealousy. You’ll learn a lot about yourself.
79. Good connections are about people, not social networks.
80. Address small problems. They will become big problems.
81. Dress like a cooler version of yourself.
82. Yes, there is such a thing as bad press.
83. Add “adventurer” to your Twitter bio. Then, become one.
84. If the internet is the best thing in your life, you have a serious problem.
85. Give away your best work for free.
86. Find mentors. Just don’t call them that.
87. Actually write on your blog. Nobody cares if it’s hard.
88. Download Freedom. Use it for an hour every day.
89. Join a gym. Lift the heaviest you can. (This applies to girls too.)
90. Do some freewriting. It helps you think things through.
91. When you’re having supper with rich people, pick up the cheque.
92. Learn how to speak in public.
93. If you see someone who needs help, stop asking yourself if they need help. Instead, just help.
94. Bring a bottle of wine.
95. The best conversations are had side by side, not one in front of the other.
96. Protect your hearing. Trust me.
97. Do what’s most important first thing in the morning, before you check email.
98. Everyone feels like they’re not good enough. It’s not just you.
99. Courage is a learned skill.
100. Go to Iceland. It’s worth it.
I would make a few small changes, such as #100 would be ‘Go to Sweden’, instead, but other than that it is a very wise list, indeed. One in particular made me stop to think for several minutes, actually. o.0
The phoenix-like bird (which I assume is a Mockingjay?) rocks on this fan-made movie poster for the new ‘Hunger Games’ sequel. I personally still cannot mark the original ‘Hunger Games‘ as watched yet, though. I’ve had it marked as ‘To Watch’ since about a week after it hit theaters. Since the release date of the sequel isn’t for another 2 years, it looks like there may not be a rush on it any time soon, either. I’ve heard mixed reviews about the original, but given that it’s target base is tweens and up, I doubt very much that this one will love up to its hype for me. Kiddies and slightly older people seemed to love this movie, whilst 25 and up weren’t all too thrilled, it seemed. This looks like it may be another perfect project to tackle solo and make up my own mind. I’ll let you all know sometime or another how it was once I finally decide to dust off the jacket and give it a spin.
Head over to Media Monstrous News for more information regarding the TRILOGY of movies still to come (yes, you read that right)! But the release strategy of the last two is the most shocking thing of all, in my opinion. We can discuss that point later, because we all know it’s about The Almighty Buck, in the end, but I digress, so continue on your journey to learn more, dear reader, by clicking on the link below. But don’t leave forget to leave a comment here, first!
Yet another amazing work from Peruvian-born artist Boris Vallejo. Stunningly realistic and absolutely fearless. Click the image to visit Imaginistix, the official site of Boris and his wife, Julie Bell, a former female bodybuilding champion and an outstanding artist in her own right. She once did a series of X-men paintings for Marvel Comics that were released as trading cards, and I still have the entire set bound in plastic in several binders.
A lot of people have asked how I access the little ‘keyboard characters’ (usually called ‘alt codes or symbols’) that I oftentimes use in my posts and pictures, so here it is, ladies and germs. This is the most complete list that I personally know of, but if anyone knows of any more please let us know.
12:33 am : 07/12/2012 : First entry of the day- Should be asleep by now but, as usual, it ain’t happenin’. At the moment, I cannot remember what the heck I did today! 😀 Oh yeah… a bit ago, the G-man himself stopped by and we sat around and talked for a while. It was good to see him again. We used to get together quite a bit, over the last few years, not so much for the last year or so. Should write much more about that later. He has never even offered to take me where he lives since, I believe, he lived on Delaney. Don’t know what’s up with that, but something smells ripe in Denmark… Anyway, he brought along some mean green to leave with me. Puffed on a couple bowls of it already, and not too bad.
Both of my personal blogs, ‘BradleyJAnderson‘ and ‘WhoTheFuckIsBrad‘, have the same WordPress theme I noticed. It’s called ‘Greyzed‘ and it’s author/creator is ‘The Forge Web Creations‘. I may revert the FuckBrad blog back to it’s original, Hitcockian-influenced theme called “Vertigo”, but I will definitely keep looking around. I think it would be a lot easier for me if I could just learn how to do it myself. It’s hard to get good designs that really appeal to me, but these are personal blogs for me, so even more important than my business ones, at the moment, at least. Not sure if that makes me happy or sad, at the moment, though. Perhaps a bit of both, I may be thinking…
PB & J time, yum, yum, yummmmmmm… 😛
Need to get some serious work done with Ecigs Today quick, especially in getting some material written. Articles are something I need to get a lot of, but this topic is a bit scarce to find anything, and a lot of it is very repetitive.
Finally received my replacement card today, paid off the fine of $165 (and found out it would have been even more expensive had I waited to handle it in court, because then court fees would have to be attached, as well. Then I went to pick my meds, the now-familiar Paxil and the new Lamictal, the only drug I know of that can kill with a deadly rash! o.0 It’s true… look it up for yourself! The Lamictal is replacing my usual dose of Depakote, which has worked quite well for me in higher doses, but the weight gain is simply unbearable. I could write a book on that, I’m sure, and maybe I should, but more about that topic later.
2:14 am: Just downloaded the ‘Vertigo’ theme, so I think I will set it up on my hosting and get a proper domain name. With the current set of WordPress plug-in’s I can use on this, this should be very awesome, indeed. Looks like I’m off and running again. At least until I nod off. Can’t wait to see this live with the plug-ins installed. Should be very cool.
3:04 am: I’m dead. Picking out a movie at Let Me Watch This and calling it a night. Or morning. Or whatthefuckever.
Later. Peace! And give it a chance says the late great John Lennon! Enjoy.! Seacrest, out!
1:10 pm. – Listenin’ to this…
… while sippin’ and tokin’ one of these. Join me now, if you like…
You can see it in action live here: Old Theme: Vertigo. Please leave some comments as to what you like or don’t like about it. I’m really just an average blogger/writer, whereas you guys have to be able to read the content with ease and be entertained at the same time. At least, that’s my hope.