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 |  My blog with multiple titles of a dubious nature. |
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Questionable Practices of the Spare Chicken ... or ... Private Bits The Unnamed Blog My Own Private Island Drawbridge to My Mind Give Me an Eraser for This Thing Blog Which is so Confusing That a Name Really Could Not Fit, and If It Did, This Wouldn't Be It, So Just Scroll Down and Have a Read Anyway ... or, on the naughtier side ... Questionable Practices of My Private Bits ~~~~~~~~~~ I decided to use multiple titles, but if you would still like to vote on my blog title you still can. Here is the link. 
~~~~~~~~~~ Now, down to the focus of my blog. *ponders and wrinkles brow* There is none. I plan on talking about anything and everything that is wierd and happens to cross my mind at the time. Some moments may seem pretty sane, but they will quickly be interrupted by things much less normal, things that may make you cringe, clamp your jaw tight and make sure your belt buckle is still cinched. Anyway, on with the ... ramblings.  |
| There was once a world. It was a large world. It was a world that had wild lands and it had civilized lands. And like any world with civilization, it had governments and leaders as it had workers filling the gaps. This world, much like every other world, plodded along in it's own self-absorbed existence until one day. That day was ordinary in all ways normal could be defined though there was one anomaly. And as anomalies tended to go, it started out as something small only to grow. It began its existence in a small town. Why a small town, nobody was sure, and at first nobody really cared. They just went along with their daily routines; workers working, bosses bossing and governments governing. Everything moved along at the pace of the day before and the pace it would continue on into the days to follow. In that small town was a village green, quiet and peaceful, mostly due to nobody being around to disturb it. That was until the anomaly took its place in the world. It first appeared in the middle of that village green, in the small town, on the surface of that world that existed like all others. The anomaly had no name. It just existed. It had no purpose and didn't appear to do anything of its own. It just took up space. The anomaly didn't even catch anyone's interest until one person looked out of his office window and saw it sitting there. He wondered why it was sitting there and, more to the point, why he had never noticed it before. So the man did something unprecedented. He broke his daily routine and went outside. He walked onto the green. The grass giving way to the weight of his steps as he drew close anomaly. With a sigh, something else he had never done before, he tried to picture what the thing was. But all the anomaly did was sit there, taking up space. The man then did something else he had never done before. He stepped back and looked around. What he saw were other people. They were just like him. They were doing things they had never done before for the very first time in their lives. That day, unlike all those that came before, heralded in a change. That day, for the people of that small town on that world, which was no different than any other such world, was beginnint to change. That day was the day the world spun in a different direction than it ever did before. ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ This my leading post for the "Invalid Item"  . |
| Hmmm... Dreams? I don't have them or, more to the point, I don't remember them if I do have them. On really rare occasions I will remember one but that only lasts a short time after I wake up, usualy until I am fully awake and then it is just a vapor that I could have had floating around. What I do have are daydreams. They cover just about everything in the world, from what guys are typically charged with thinking about to other worlds and story ideas. If left alone I can spend a whole day doing nothing but daydreaming and then I end up wondering where exactly the time went. So, it is not very advisable I give in to daydreaming though it is a nice thing when traveling. And, no, I don't let my imagination just run away when I am the one driving. I do it when I am a passenger and there isn't much conversation going on. I'll just stare out the window and ponder a little bit of anything and everything. But, like any guy, and probably not just guys, I do really enjoy letting my mind wander through some topics that would make most anyone blush. Those are the best daydreams when you have them while still in that partially awake mode of a day when you can just lie in bed and have nowhere you need to be. I think that's actually where most of my steamier writings have come from. That and conversations I've had with a really close friend. So, three cheers for daydreaming! And if anyone wants to check out what some of those daydreams have inspired just have a browse through my port. ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ This post is for the "Invalid Item" and related to first leader entry "Dog Prison" by Sophy  . |
| Okay... I guess there is a time when it is good to just be ignorant of the world around you. As for Pirates versus Ninjas, I have not real feeling one way or the other. But... When it comes to comic books I do have an opinion on the topic of... Marvel versus DC I grew up reading comic books and if you know anyone who did that you will know they have a preference for one publisher over the other. My preference is Marvel. DC always seemed to me to be a little too childish or a little too cartoonish. They had heroes like Superman and Batman and sure I could relate to them. ... But their enemies?  Their enemies always seemed too flat and plasic compared to most of their heroes.I wanted a world that was more consistant, one where the heroes and villians were on equal ground and one where not everything was as it seemed. I love the hero who has some flaw that makes you question his ethics. I love the villian who has the family he would do anything to protect. I love the characters with such internal convictions they would follow them to their own doom if need be! DC just never seemed to have that for me. Marvel did. So, in the imortal words of Stan "The Man" Lee... Make mine Marvel!! Now if you ask me who my favorite characters were you will probably get a really long list. ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ This post is for the "Invalid Item" and related to first leader entry "Invalid Entry" by Problematic Content  . |
| One thing that I think makes me a writer more than anything else, including having written stories and poems, is that I love to play "What if?". I don't like to just take things just as they are and accept them without question. I sometimes even have a hard time understanding how other people do that all the time. They seem so oblivious to what's going on around them and even oblivious to the things they, themselves are even doing and why. It just makes no sense. Why take things as they are and accept them when you can play "What if?" It sure makes the time go by faster and you are never without a story in your head. My problem now is that I keep coming up wiht stories and either don't have time to write them or, more oftern, am too lazy to do so. So, what does this have to do with historical mysteries? Everything! For example, why is the United States an English/European based country for the most part? Why isn't it a Chinese/Pacific Rim country? Why were the settlers who landed here and spread out from the east and not from the west? Didn't the people west of what is now the US have the urge to enlarge their nations? Maybe that's it. Maybe they had no reason to explore this direction. After all, they had several trade routes to their west, so what would motivate them to build ships and move further east? What if there were no trade routes to the west of where they lived? WOuld that have made them try and spread out further? Would it have been enough incentive to make them build ships and head off what they probably thought was the edge of their world? I don't know the answers to these quesitions but I do know they just keep multiplying as I ask them. One question does not have a single answer. It has more questions and usually no answers. That makes you expand the idea and follow the string of questions and see where they lead. So, don't ever take things as they are. Life is too boring that way. ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ This post is for the "Invalid Item" and related to first leader entry "Invalid Entry" by MaryLou . |
| Mmmmm... Poptarts! I grew up on those. They are such amazing fare when you are a child, being both nice and toasted and being all fruity with their many different fillings. Anymore they have such a head-dizzying variety of tastes in both frosted and unfrosted. My favorites are the cinnamon, frosted ones, but then, I have yet to partake of the many other flavors concocted since my childhood. I seriously doubt they could possibly make one to overtake the cinnamon ones as my favorites, though. I have even seen some that break from their rectangular shape being subdivided for must eazier handling. I don't think I can stand for those though. You just lose too much filling with those divisions into narrow strips. Since growing up I still do get them when I am out shopping. They just make the best munchies for while watching a favorite movie or television show. They also, being easilly held in one hand, make for great food while reading, which I have done on many occasions. So, as those Marvel people might say if they liked Poptarts as I do when talking of tasty treats: Make mine Poptarts! ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ This post is for the "Invalid Item" and related to first leader entry "Invalid Entry" by Ronis brain tumor is gone! . |
Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Unscrupulous Pumpkin Pilferer On The Loose!! Within the preceding weeks someone has begun a campaign of terror on scroll. It started out small but quickly grew to epic proportions. The first missing pumpkin this reporter found out about belonged to darkin but the pernicious troublemaker didn't stop there and soon this reporter all fell victim to their nefarious plan. As of yet their plan is not known but with the power pumpkins contain they must only have one thing in mind, to take over the world. If they make pies of their ill-gotten gain there is just no known defense, especially if they pull out all the stops with a dollop whipped cream. When asked when she thought of the tragedy, kittiara had to say, "It is an outrage! I didn't have a pumpkin and they stole it anyway! I will not rest until the Pumpkin Thief is brought to justice." Then with a undaunted smile, she continued, "By the way, please don't forget to vote for me in the next Scrollie Sherrif Elections." Whether these incidents impact the Scrollie Sherrif Elections we will have to wait and see. No matter what, everyone targetted wants the pumpkin pilferer captured. Since the horror began several regular scrollies have attempted to ascertain the pilferer's problematic identity. archgargoyle has even started taking down names in effort to identify the individual. So, if you have any idea who may be to blame please follow this link for further details.
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ This post is for the "Invalid Item" and related to first leader entry "Invalid Entry" by Melissa is fashionably late! . |
| I haven't thought about some parts of the past because they never really struck me as things I need to remember but maybe they should be. The biggest thing that stuck me when I read through kittiara's blog entry was the fire I had going in the wood stove, heating the room. I love that stove. It is asthetically pleasing and it serves a purpose to heat the family room though it could do that a little better. But, the evening I read kittiara's post it did one other thing. It became a time machine. You might think that's odd but give me a little more time before you deem me suited for a white jacket. When I said it turned into a time machine I don't mean it physically changed but that it fired up memories of the past. I spent a major portion of my life in one house with my parents. It was the second of two that we spent many years in and it was the longest of those two in that my parents still live there to this day. Over the years the outside of the house didn't change much but the inside changed some to adapt to the needs we had at the time. No area did this more than the basement. That area has been everything from a huge open space for us kids to play in to bedrooms for a couple of us when we needed larger ones. Through all that my dad had the back portion of it all to himself as his office and in that office was his fireplace. Many times I would sit down there on the carpet and play with Matchbox cars or Legos while he sat at one of his tables, usually working on drawings for his own enjoyment or for work when the load was pretty heavy. What sparked the memories was the smell of the fire burning and the rush of air that was blowing in the vents on my wood stove, sounding as if the fire was alive in it's shelter. Those are the sounds and smells I had when I was younger and playing on the floor of my dad's office. Now that room is going through another change. It is becomeing a temporary living room for my youngest brother who, due to job hopping has not had the greatest of incomes. They are planning on repaneling the room and getting the fireplace back in working order. Then he will have it for himself. So, tonight after work I am going over there to help my dad and brother go out to the home shop and get the new paneling. We're renting a truck to do it all in one go and we'll be storing the supplies in the garage. The thing is, that room will only be a short term living room for my brother and will, in a year or two, become a selling feature for my parents. They plan on getting an RV and hitting the road for a decade to see the US. Even though I know the house will change hands again I don't want to lose the memories of the place I lived in for so long. ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ This post is for the "Invalid Item" and related to first leader entry "Just a little bit different and unusual..." by kittiara. |
| My blog sure is becoming a waste of space. |
It's the sound of a blue, Police Public Call Box!!  I feel like a kid again. It's been so long since I have watched any new Dr. Who episodes and I decided to rent some through Netflix. First I rented a couple from the the 1960's and now I am watching the beginning of the modern show from last year, I think. I've heard the modern ones are not as good but I don't agree. They all make me feel like a kid traveling through time again, and that's all that matters!! So... on with the show! Wahooo!  |
| Well, I got that one contest submission sent out in the post Saturday as I said I would but I have not gotten anything else written since. I have ideas but I think they are just brewing right now. |
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