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A third attempt at this blogging business. |
30-DAY BLOG CHALLENGE WINNER FOR SEPTEMBER 2011 AND APRIL 2012!! BLOGGING CIRCLE OF FRIENDS "BLOGGER OF THE WEEK" MAY, SEPTEMBER, AND NOVEMBER 2013 JANUARY, FEBRUARY, AND JUNE 2014 After 380 entries and over 17,600 views, it was time to retire "Who Do I Think I Am??" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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MOB-RELATED ACTIVITY: Happy weekend friends! What's the situation? The "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() BCF PROMPT: "Today is National Boy Scouts Day (Girl Scouts Day is October 31st). Do you feel Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts are helpful organizations for today's children? Do they still meet the needs of our children in this electronics-focused world? Were you a girl scout or a boy scout? If you were share an adventure you had in scouting." ALTERNATE BCF PROMPT: "What organizations exist where you live that are focused on children interacting and doing activities together? Did you belong to one of these groups when you were a child? Tell us about it." Believe it or not, I spent a few years in the Boy Scouts Of America. I learned at lot, but I think I eventually outgrew what the ideals of the organization were to an extent (I know that sounds kinda egotistical, and maybe "outgrew" was the wrong word to use, but too late...I said it). Coincidently, I think that happened around the same time I was getting more involved with organized sports in school, as well as my discovery of girls. Long after I left the organization, I still had plenty of respect for the BSA. I treasured the skills I gained, the friendships I forged, and the wholesomeness in general. But what the hell did I know? I was just a kid, doing what I was told and respecting people and ideas out of blind faith. I was living life based on what a book that was written 75 years earlier (at the time) wanted me to be; when you're 12 or 13 years old you don't know what else or how else to be. When you're naïve and impressionable, conformity comes easily. I will say that the leaders of my troop were pretty decent guys for the most part. One in particular had a large music collection, and would always offer to dub whatever I wanted onto a blank cassette for me. Nowadays, that troop doesn't even exist anymore. There are just way too many other options for kids. And then there's the whole "BSA frowns upon gay marriage" thing...sure, BSA has the right to enforce whatever codes or policies they want, and people have the right to choose what group or groups they want their kids participating in. I think they're making a huge mistake by sticking to their antiquated stance, and it's not helping their cause at all in a time where sports leagues, video games, and other dominant areas of culture are rapidly cutting into what was once a staple of America's youth. I don't know how they'll manage to get around all of the negative publicity they've generated, but it's clear that the BSA is not the same strong organization it once was. Maybe it's a reflection of society today as opposed to the values of decades past; I don't know. As I got older I did become more involved with the local Boys & Girls Clubs (http://www.depewlancasterbgc.org/) in my area. Besides the fact that they were open to both genders equally, a lot of the activities were similar minus the pressure of having to attain ranks and badges. Plus, they were open almost daily and you weren't stuck doing something you didn't feel up to participating in. A few years back (while I was still living at 542), my upstairs neighbors' kids and their friends were members at the Club, and I was asked to write a brief letter of recommendation for one of the boys. My man Winkz went on to earn the "Youth Of The Year" award, which made me proud. Just over a year ago, the Club in that very same neighborhood was the scene of a pretty substantial fire. It saddened me; it felt like a bit of my teenage years and young adulthood went up in the smoke as well, and there was nothing I could do about it (having moved across the state). I shared a video on Twitter at the time regarding their plea for donations so they could rebuild...a lot of the same people that were members when I was going there are leaders now, and it's still a little sad to think about. MUSICAL BREAK!! ** Image ID #1970900 Unavailable ** Like a lot of us I'm sure, I spent plenty of time mining through album collections of parents, relatives and friends...that's where all the good stuff was. Three bands stick out the most from my earliest days of discovering music...The Beatles, The Beach Boys, and The Monkees. I could be wrong, but those are the three groups I seem to remember my mom having the most records from (and she had a lot), and they were the ones I wanted to listen to the most. And I think if you really wanted to boil down the majority of music that's been popular over the last 50 years, you can trace it back to those first two groups I mentioned, without question (and I'm sure I'll pop off a song from them each at some point this month). But here's an interesting fact about me: my first concert ever was The Monkees, with "Weird Al" Yankovic opening. It was during their mid-eighties resurgence (minus Mike Nesmith), in an outdoor pavillion with a rotating stage. I believe it was the summer before I started sixth grade, so I had probably just turned 11. Every summer my brother and I would visit our aunt in Connecticut, and that was one of the many things we did that year. Anyway, MTV and Nickelodeon were always showing reruns of The Monkees, and I thought it was great that there was this band that also had a tv show and that it was popular and successful, and I could never figure out why there weren't more bands doing that or why there weren't that many episodes of The Monkees. Like I mentioned earlier, when you're young what the hell do you know? It's hard to pick out a favorite song by them, or one that specifically equates me and them and the time period...even now, looking over their discography via Google it's not easy. "Daydream Believer" and "I'm A Believer" are great, and there are so many other memorable, catchy pop/rock gems...I'll go with "What Am I Doing Hangin' 'Round" (album: Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd. {link:http://www.amazon.com/Pisces-Aquarius-Capricorn-Jones-Deluxe/dp/B001230Q6C/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1391908179&sr=8-2&keywords=monkees+pisces+aquarius}; lyrics: http://www.metrolyrics.com/what-am-i-doing-hangin-round-lyrics-monkees.html) because I feel like there've been plenty of times where I've caught myself saying that same sentence in my head, and then bolting as soon as the opportunity struck under many different circumstances. You know how when you feel like something really isn't right but it hits you at what seems like is the worst possible time to get away from it, and you do that regardless of how you look when doing it? I've felt that way a lot of times. THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() And since only a few of us in our Blog Mob have come out to play today, I guess I'll wrap this up and concern myself with paring down those messages to a more manageable number (once it gets over ten, my anxiety likes to think "ten is too much" and then I shut myself out of email entirely for weeks...it's a sickness). Peace, I should be on that train, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |
MOB-RELATED ACTIVITY: What's up y'all? Still no sign of steady life from the "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() ![]() ![]() Well, I'm not takin' any chances with nothin' among this group...it's hard to tell if we're evolving or if it's just the opposite. Until I figure that out I'll just keep stirrin' the pot. In the meantime, Lyn's a Witchy Woman ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It feels good to be able to plug Quills-related stuff without having to add the "THIS IS NOT CAMPAIGNING" disclaimer...if ever there was a perk of not being nominated for anything this year, that might be it ![]() BCF PROMPT: "If you had the choice, would you forget the worst thing that ever happened to you and all of its repercussions?" I think it'd be easy to give a stock answer like "All the horrible things I've gone through in life have made me who I am today", and for many people that's a very accurate statement. In fact, I'd never argue that if you whipped that line out at me from your pocket at a dinner party. But personally, I don't know if I'm ready to answer this prompt in a way that provides some clear-cut relief. Allow me to explain without getting too serious. Whether I want to admit it or not (and whether you wanna hear it or not), I'm probably still going through the quote-unquote worst thing that has ever happened to me/all of its repercussions. Normal people get over this stuff after awhile, mainstream media tells us. Rational people will point out that all of my problems stemming from the circumstances in my life are my own fault, and they wouldn't necessarily be wrong. And yet for every day I believe I'm over and have moved on from my last relationship, I probably spend two or three more dealing with how the fallout from it has affected me. "Recovery" is a word used in 12-Step programs a lot to signify how much you've changed since whatever it was that got you needing a book to tell you how to live has no longer been a part of your life; were that necessary for me I'd need an entire season of Dance Fever with Deney Terrio (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXIPNynpM00) to help me figure that out and do the "moving on" thing. Oh Deney, where are you now?? ![]() I guess what I'm saying is that I'm still a work in progress, but eventually I'm gonna need to stop building because I'll have to look around and assess how far I've come. I'm just not ready to yet. I don't want the option to make that choice right now; there's still too much loose filling underneath me to accurately say whether I'd rather have something stricken from the past or not. Maybe I'm holding out for a bigger challenge, or that I'm never satisfied...it's hard to say. I suppose either way I'll know once I've reached a more certain destination. MUSICAL BREAK!! ** Image ID #1970900 Unavailable ** When one of the true masters of the Blogging genre tags you in a Facebook post that links to one of his entries, you definitely pay attention. Reading "Choosing sides" ![]() ![]() ![]() It's been a question I've pondered before I'd ever even heard of Moneen, and since the moment I've heard this song the pondering has grown exponentially. If I say that sometimes I sorta have an answer for it, what I'm really saying is I don't have an answer, which can be construed as a negative thing...even if that's really not the case. That is, I may not always be happy, but don't tell me I'm not happy if you're not willing enough to let me figure that out on my own or wait until I can draw that conclusion. I've probably lost a lot of people over that way of thinking throughout the course of my life, but that was probably how it was all supposed to be in the first place. So today's song for "The Soundtrack of Your Life" ![]() THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() 7: Seven days so far of "The Soundtrack of Your Life" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Ok, well, I think that's enough rambling on from me for this evening. I've got some unofficial "business" to tend to on my way toward finishing up this evening with some episodes of Saturday Night Live from this season that I haven't seen yet, so I better be on my way. Peace, you said you want it, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! Line dancing...the worst trend of its time? I think so... possibly worse than Brian Austin Green's music career. |
MOB-RELATED ACTIVITY: Good evening dear readers...what's goin' on? It's been a relatively quiet day in the "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Besides Red's mysterious claim about three hours ago, Elle - on hiatus ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I think I'm just gonna move on and see what else I can come up with for the "Blogging Circle of Friends " ![]() ![]() BCF PROMPT: "After spending 12 hours without electricity, I am wondering what other people do to preserve things in their homes, stay warm and keep their family members amused. If you live in other places around the world, does this happen often where you live?" I just deleted the entire direction I was gonna go with this prompt because I didn't feel like having to explain how it felt living for a few months without electricity...plus I'm in a really cranky mood and I'm not in the frame of mind I should be in to discuss those circumstances. How screwed up is life sometimes that you'd rather talk about the last time you lost power for almost an hour while living with your ex and her kids than you would the adventure of living by yourself in a spacious apartment minus refrigerated food and hot water? Anyway.. I know I shouldn't have been surprised, but after about ten minutes of largely being without any devices that have a connection to the world outside of the one directly in front of you, the first thing you notice is how much time as a family you haven't been talking to each other in months. Conversations that were just shreds and tatters suddenly have details and life, as if the mute button stopped intermittently cutting off entire trains of thought and tangents. Well, for a little while, at least. Then I realized I was the only one with a smartphone and could still go on Facebook...which is about the same time you learn people you haven't seen in anywhere from five to twenty years live in your neighborhood also, and they too have grown tired of listening to the people they live with suddenly discover that sentences can be more meaningful than "What's for dinner?", "Can you drive me to so-and-so's house?" or "Mom's not home, but she said she'd give me money and I don't see it out in the open right in front of me so give me yours!!". Not only are we now trying to figure out what the hell has happened in our neighborhood to the electricity, but where we all live without coming right out and saying "the house on the corner with the awful, sun-faded fake grass covering the porch". It used to be that you'd light candles and tell stories and bond. Nowadays, I wouldn't be as worried as much about preserving the meat in the freezer as I'd be trying to preserve my sanity. It's almost as if the loss of something that's taken for granted tends to amplify how much you really need that electricity restored so you can go back to trying to escape from society...it's easier to acknowledge our divides through lenses of social media and video games than it is to confront them because we don't know what else to do. I can say that because sometimes I feel like I've got a Masters degree in awkward conversation with a minor in being a jerk. I can't imagine having to spend 12 whole hours like that. Especially in the dead of winter while it's snowing and temperatures are well beyond reasonable, acceptable measures of cold. You know what that is? That's love. That's devotion. And that's knowing in advance to have a lot of wine in the house and having the wherewithal to make it last. ![]() MUSICAL BREAK!! ** Image ID #1970900 Unavailable ** Six days into "The Soundtrack of Your Life" ![]() "Dark Center Of The Universe" (album: The Moon And Antarctica {link:http://www.amazon.com/Moon-Antarctica-Explicit-Modest-Mouse/dp/B00138EW16/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1391740550&sr=8-2&keywords=modest+mouse+the+moon+and+antarctica}; lyrics: http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/32509/...although they don't entirely match up with what's being sung, the comments after are kinda insightful) fits me on days like today when I'm full of piss and vinegar for no good reason and/or everything seems to not be going the way I'd expected them to. I have to remind myself that while I can be a complete ass and come off as hurtful, disengaged and aloof at times, deep down I'm not entirely a bad person just because I'm prone to arguing misinformed points occasionally or falling into the random lapse in judgment. THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() That's it for fun stories today...I really need to stop typing because every other word coming out is wrong and it's hard for me to concentrate when that's happening. It's bad enough I noticed about twenty typos after I put up yesterday's entry...I'm sure today's is worse and that's just with correcting what I've seen as I've gone along. Peace, it took a lot of work, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |
MOB-RELATED ACTIVITY: What's up y'all? I dunno about you, but if you're somewhere in Canada or the Northern third of the US and you're anything like me, you're done with the cold weather...and you know I'm not one to typically waste my day complainin' about it, but here I am, thoroughly frickin' over it. I say that because I had to partake in a stupid task that I'll get into a little more later on, mainly because I was too lazy earlier in the week to do it because "it was too cold". As usual, my procrastination has led me toward anger that should just be directed at myself and forgotten about. Instead I'll project it a little bit...spoiler alert: don't feel sorry for me. Today in the "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() In his absence Joel's left nobody in charge, but threw down a bit of a warning that if anyone got too out of hand, I wouldn't be afraid to step in. It's probably because of that afternoon I spent locked up in jail cell...when you've been cuffed and stuffed in the back of a cop car you almost always come out a changed person. For me, that change was in my sick time at work because I had to waste my phone call explaining why I wouldn't be coming in that afternoon. Anyway, what Joel doesn't know is that courtesy of Wordsmitty ✍️ ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() BCF PROMPT: "Who is your favorite and least favorite celebrity? And why?" I've got an idea...let's play "Remember When...?" Remember when I said I don't really care for movies because I don't have the patience or the attention span for them? Guess what goes hand-in-hand with that notion (in my little world, at least)? Celebrities. I don't watch enough tv or movies to have the proper frame of reference to answer this question. I tend to get more attracted sometimes to the roles they play, because I know 99.4725% of the people behind them wouldn't give me a second look in real life, so it's just better for my mental health to 1) like who they're portraying more; and 2) not get caught up in a relationship with a fictional character, 'cuz that's just crazy. So yeah, I don't have favorites. I guess if I'm watching a particular tv show for a few seasons, I might become slightly enamored with a particular actress...but then my rules governing my attraction towards famous people (from the previous paragraph) kick in and I go back to being "single guy living on his own" from "single guy living on his own who's unreasonably attracted to the latest in Hollywood's darling-actress-of-the-month club". Sorry guys, I just can't do it today. MUSICAL BREAK!! ** Image ID #1970900 Unavailable ** I went from having no idea what song I wanted to use today for my pick in "The Soundtrack of Your Life" ![]() There's not one line or set of (NSFW) lyrics that stands out to me on "Trying To Find A Balance" by Atmosphere (album: Seven's Travels {link:http://www.amazon.com/Sevens-Travels-Atmosphere/dp/B007LNJ690/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1391647254&sr=8-1&keywords=atmosphere+seven%27s+travels}; lyrics: http://rapgenius.com/Atmosphere-trying-to-find-a-balance-lyrics), but it's the overall point that it's not as important to be liked or admired in someone else's eyes if you can't be happy with what you see through your own. Also, there's this idea of "celebrity" that I think is conjured up by society...lavish lifesyles, money, eternal happiness, etc., but the reality of that can be entirely different. Ever met someone you consider "famous" and they were a total douchetool to you? Maybe their week wasn't as good as yours...you get to go home and post up about how you met someone famous; meanwhile, they're going home after another long day of meeting twenty-eight other people just as obnoxious as you (or worse). Personally, I make no secret of the fact I struggle with self-confidence a lot more than it seems. I don't take compliments very well and I often hide behind self-depricating humor to hide my insecurities, even when others might see it as not being necessary. I'm still learning that it's ok to feel good about yourself once in awhile, and that it's possible that although you've heard certain things in your life for so long that are more hurtful than true, that doesn't mean those words have to hold you back or stay your reality. ![]() ![]() It's been said before (and I believe it) that you have to have balance in your life in order to appreciate it. You have to take the good with the bad. There's no peace without war. Stuff like that. It's an easy concept, but it doesn't always present itself that way. I know I'm still trying to find balance in my life; I don't want to know what happens when I stop looking. THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Alright, well, it's time for me to head off and start my super-secret mission that's so super and so secret that I can't really share it with any of you unless you join our Blog Mob (and if you're in the Mob already then you know what it is and I don't have to worry 'bout not telling you, 'cuz we're cool) first; otherwise, you'll have to wait a day or so to find out how (or is it "what"? Hmmm...) we did. Peace, nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |
MOB-RELATED ACTIVITY: Hey people! Looks like the Mob Boss aka Brother Nature ![]() ![]() ![]() I went over to the list of Mob members and I picked a couple I hadn't read in awhile (and one who's relatively new to WDC). It's always good to stretch out your reading palette from time to time, and I couldn't have come up with a better way to do so than at Joel's suggestion. And in an odd coincidence, the first entry I read that didn't have a comment had one by the time I went to leave one...hope that's not a problem. It was Sparky ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Then I dropped in on sketch_a_dream's port and hit up "Invalid Item" ![]() Last but certainly not least I went over to ElaineElaine ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Now I've gotta figure out the rest of this post before I go into reading everyone else's entries for today (another Mob function...is it ok that I said that? So many rules...I'm not good with keeping track of all that stuff). BCF PROMPT: "What do you think of television modesty these days? Where do you think it is headed?" I went with the "alternate selection" instead of "What was your favorite Super Bowl commercial?" because I really didn't pay that much attention to the ads this year. Honestly, Super Bowl commercials are kinda anticlimactic anyway because so many of them are purposely leaked beforehand as it is, and I was more interested in checking out Twitter during breaks in the action. The ads, well, I suppose I can YouTube them whenever I want or go to a company's website if I'm concerned with their means of promoting brand or products, but I kinda don't care. That, and I was watching a Canadian feed, which from what I heard sounded like half the spots weren't relevant to me because I don't live in Canada. For all the ways it seems like Canada and the US are similar, watch an hour of CTV...totally not the same. So this modesty thing. I think it kinda ebbs and flows. There's often some sort of slow moral decline that reaches a peak where the bottom just drops out on decency, and then everything becomes bad and/or censored for awhile, and then modesty begins another descent into decay and questionable decisions. I think you can point at the Super Bowl Halftime show as an example of this...it was this wholesome affair for so long, until the NFL started to take more chances while trying to keep their viewership and ratings up, and then Justin Timberlake juggles one of Janet Jackson's boobs for a split second and everyone loses their minds. The NFL goes back to having aging rock stars and septuagenarians as their entertainment, and people complain about how terrible they sound until the league goes back to someone younger, and again people start whining about "how such-and-such generation is so disrespectful" and "I wish they'd stay off the damn lawn". It's definitely a cyclical thing. Like in so many other places in life, boundaries are gonna get pushed and there's always someone who goes a little too far. The people that likely weren't meant to see whatever they found so offensive of course are gonna yell the loudest and demand that changes be made to ensure standards are adhered to. That's what happens when people see something they don't like or understand, and surely if they're offended by it then everyone should be offended. It's just as much a part of our human nature as Starbucks or McDonalds being on every other corner and pretending like they're doing nothing but positive things for the world (which is probably an entry in itself for another time). That's one of the beauties of this life we're livin' in...we're never all gonna agree on what's right or wrong 100% of the time, or 90% or even 70%, which keeps things interesting. MUSICAL BREAK!! ** Image ID #1970900 Unavailable ** I wouldn't say that Radiohead's song "The National Anthem" (album: Kid A {link:http://www.amazon.com/Kid-A-Radiohead/dp/B00004XONN/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1391561579&sr=8-1&keywords=Radiohead+Kid+A}; lyrics: http://www.greenplastic.com/radiohead-lyrics/kid-a/the-national-anthem/) is specifically biographical lyrically, but if there ever becomes a way for people to have theme songs or entrance music when they walk into a room, I want this to play for me...mainly the horns at around the 2:15 mark for the next 40 or 45 seconds. THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() 30: Minutes I spent this afternoon at CAPCO, when I was expecting to be there for three hours. On the plus side, they'll be giving me enough shifts that I won't have to do the Cortland County Work Experience program anymore, which means no more trips to The Church Of The Fifteen Hungry Senior Citizens, or waiting on the bus in sub-zero wind chills so I can spend an hour mopping a floor. The woman in charge at CAPCO seems nice and appears to know very well what she's doing, which is a huge plus. I think I'll be liking this opportunity a whole lot more. With that I think I've said about all I'll need to for today (it's ok that I said that, right?) and you can go back to whatever it was you were up to before you decided to join me for a little bit this evening. We'll meet back here tomorrow for more Mob-affiliated behavior, and you can tell me how that makes you feel. Peace, everyone is so near, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |
MOB-RELATED ACTIVITY: What's up everyone? In the "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() ![]() ![]() So yesterday was the Super Bowl, which was a good game for about five minutes or so total. When I don't have a vested rooting interest in either team, no matter what game it is, all I'm really hoping for is a close contest...and yesterday's game was not that, right from the start. I had more fun on Twitter during the game actually...other than NHL Trade Deadline day, I don't think I've ever sent so many tweets on a given day. Not including retweets, I dropped almost 20. That's ridiculous. Nobody should tweet that much in a week, let alone a four hour period. A handful of them were kinda funny though. If you're remotely interested in that kinda thing and you're not already following me on "The Twitter", you can still read them here (I think): https://twitter.com/fivesixer. Back around the beginning of the season, I took it upon myself to make some bold predictions regarding the 2013 NFL season ("This one's about your 2013 football preview." ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Well, I think it's fair to say that I'm not very good at predicting things. Good thing I don't gamble, lest the actual Mob came after me to collect quite the huge debt I would've created for myself. BCF PROMPT: "What do you think of competitive sport? I know some members of our circle are avid sports fans, but do you think the obsessive following of sport is overrated?" Well, obviously I'm one of those members that happens to be an avid sports fan. If I wasn't, then what the hell have I been doing the last hour or so?? ![]() But truth be told, yes, I think obsessive behavior is a bit overrated. When your life revolves around your favorite team's activities (the Buffalonian in me is throwing up a little in my mouth as I'm typing this), maybe it's time to, you know, get married or find a hobby or something. It's not really a bad thing when your team is winning (I actually paid real money in high school to have the Bills' logo shaved on my head as the they were going to four straight Super Bowls). But when they're not doing as well, some things are just pathetic. Wear a t-shirt or a hat on game day, but drawing attention to yourself in an overly-supportive manner for a terrible team just reeks of something veering toward loneliness and stupidity. My best friend in high school once made a great point regarding football...look at the horrible teams one year, and in 2-3 years they'll be among the best. He was so very true...the Cowboys became dominant, and eventually so did Indianapolis. You know you're buying into the idea of a team being great when you purchase a winter jacket for a team that's located outside of your market. Of course, when that same team beats your hometown team twice in the world's biggest football game, you tend to look like an ass for wearing that same coat. However, later on in life that Cowboys Starter jacket served me plenty of times as a de facto chest protector in many street and ball hockey games when I was the goalie, because I didn't see the need to buy a real chest protector when that thing was so thick and padded. But that's not the point. I say "Sing when you're winning", and hide when you're losing. I'm not a "bandwagon" fan by any means, but sometimes it helps to know when it's ok or right to step off the gas pedal, or lean on it appropriately. MUSICAL BREAK!! ** Image ID #1970900 Unavailable ** I'm not crazy about tearing too deep into my soul, and this won't be easy to write, but hey, life's never easy either, so that kind of lessens the process involved with sharing this song as part of "The Soundtrack of Your Life" ![]() My love for The Get Up Kids is probably fodder for an entirely different entry, and it took me a long time after my brother DMFM encouraged me to check them out. I'd even bought a couple of their cds while we were roommates, but I never really got into them until a few years later. And when I did, I fell hard for them. I guess I should start going into some details...I've chosen "Stay Gold, Ponyboy" today (album: Four Minute Mile {link:http://www.amazon.com/Four-Minute-Mile-Reissue-Kids/dp/B0047YQ1BW/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1391457683&sr=8-2&keywords=Get+Up+Kids+Four+Minute+Mile}; lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/getupkids/staygoldponyboy.html). I had a family member (not gonna name names or be very specific) that I was super close to for a long time...even though we weren't nearly the same age, we shared a lot of varied interests together and he became one of my best friends over the years. As days, weeks and months got on we'd lose sight of each other...we're not good people as far as keeping in touch goes. It was shocking to hear he was going to drug rehab; nobody had a clue. I made sure to let him know I was going to support him in any way I could, regardless of my own separate issues all over the place. My only contact with him for months was writing him letters and sending them through scrutinized mail...a far cry from this internet era. Eventually I got to spend Saturdays with him as part of his transition. I'd meet him at a local community college where we'd sit at his mandated AA meetings, and then I'd take him out for lunch afterwards...usually to Mighty Taco. Then I'd go back to my life and he'd go back to his, and we'd write letters back and forth. I'd turned him on to a lot of different music over the years, but we bonded over The Get Up Kids in a way few people can. His definitions of punk were dictated by the radio, and mine were informed by other sources. TGUK was a great starting place toward middle ground. I'd taken an extended lunch break from work so I could be with him as we learned of his circumstances, and somehow I'd had this cd in my car on the way back to work (which was a very short drive from where we met). Upon hearing the lyrics, I burst into tears during my realization that I wasn't keeping up my end of our relationship. I looked like a hot mess going back to work, but that's not the point. This song stays with me. Even as families disintegrate over time like ours did, I can't help but remember everything...the good and the bad, all that went into that moment. I still get a little teary when I hear this song and think about the moments where I should've been the best person I could've been for him. And as he's grown and become a successful person in his own right, we've drifted apart again. I don't think he'll read this, and I'm not holding out hope for any kind of reconciliation moving forward anytime soon, given all of our lives' circumstances, but I love that kid with all of my heart and I always will. Even if I've been a bad example of what to be when you grow up or less than what I was expected to be. "Old enough to know better...young enough to pretend." THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() And with that, I've written enough for today. I'm so far behind on what I want to do that it's infringing on what I need to do. Better step to it, I think. Peace, I hope you find it, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |
MOB-RELATED ACTIVITY: Welcome back, friends! It's the second day of the "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The whole point of me trying to come up with an entry right around now was so I wouldn't have to worry about it later while I'm watching the Super Bowl...I know myself and my superior procrastination skills, plus I have a hard time doing more than one thing at a time, so I figured it'd be best to bash out a post on this keyboard before I got too sucked into anything else. Sounded like a good idea to me, at least. Here's how I know I'm amazing at procrastinating...every few minutes I keep refreshing the tab I have open for the 30DBC, just in case something should change. But is that really due to my wanting to put writing this entry off, or is it because I really don't have much more to add to yesterday's post regarding what I think our mob's message should be? Ponder that amongst yourselves while I come up with something clever to say. Yeah, it's not happenin'. Not right now at least. I will share this, however: http://news.msn.com/us/mass-mobs-fill-pews-lift-prayers-at-ny-churches. Right from MSN's homepage this morning. I really hadn't planned on reading the whole article, until I noticed it was about churches in Buffalo. Finally, my hometown makes nationally-distributed headlines for something other than sucky sports teams, snow, and chicken wings! Last time I recall Buffalo getting mentioned in an article that was featured as one of MSN's top stories? It had to do with a friendly neighborhood woman who was running a major drug ring from her house, and nobody suspected a thing. We're talkin' proud, Buffalo... ![]() Flash mobs at churches. Thank you, internet. Back in the day, we called it "going to mass". I guess it's one way for churches to remain relevant in society amidst the "reorganization" (as in, consolidation and closing numerous historical landmarks and schools...again) of the Catholic diocese in Buffalo. I haven't been to a church in probably twenty years unless it was for a wedding or a funeral. I'm just not that churchy. And the idea of people showing up somewhere at random is a little frightening to me, probably because if I were to partake in something like that it would set my anxiety pinging like a smoke alarm in a burning building. Anyway, yay Buffalo. Still no update on today's Blog Mob business. Maybe in the meantime I should be trying a li'l harder to promote the group or come up with a better slogan. Too bad "Talkin' Proud!" is already taken. How's "Join the Mob, because it's like church, only it's a Mob"? Or " Blog Mob, where the only illegal activities are crimes against words"? Nope...I'm still not good at this slogan thing. Didn't expect that to change overnight. BCF PROMPT: As I'm sure many of you are aware by now, the "Blogging Circle of Friends " ![]() The Cortland County work experience program...doesn't disappoint when it comes to delivering at least one fiasco a week, and this week was no exception. When I realized my supervisor was taking me to a work site that wasn't the one he'd said he was taking me to, he kinda tried to laugh it off immediately by saying, "Oh, jeez, I'm a bad drunk...what was I thinking?" Well, I don't know, because you have a clipboard with this stuff written down on it regarding where we're going and what we're doing, and you don't appear to be the least bit intoxicated. Try again. I can only imagine what's gonna go through their heads when I start my volunteer position on Tuesday with CAPCO, which will take the place of having to do time with the work experience program. It's bad enough that you have to remind them almost daily of everything you've got going on that coincides with their schedules...it's hard enough for me to remember everything I have to do (and I have to write it all down or I will forget), let alone trying to keep them abreast as well, especially when they can't recall 24 hours later what you told them. A fine example of both me forgetting about things I don't write down and CCWE's lack of accounting: back in December I was scheduled to attend a workplace safety seminar before I started the program. Totally forgot about it, even though I had the letter confirming the date stuffed in its envelope in the spot where I keep all the important things out in the open. Seeing as how they like to send me to places like the county's highway department or "nutrition sites" where we serve senior citizens hot lunches from church kitchens, you'd think that safety would be a priority...the chemicals alone I come in contact with in either setting are dangerous enough. Yet at a group meeting where we went over job search requirements (again), when the supervisors asked/assumed we'd all been to the safety seminar, I raised my hand and said I hadn't. They looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. And sure enough, tomorrow morning I'll be in attendance at 9am for the next one. These are the same people that want you to report every papercut you get because they don't want lawsuits (I just typed that line while noticing the cut on my index finger I got while scrubbing the inside of a heating table last Thursday), and harp on you every chance they get about people with restrictions on walking/standing/heavy lifting, yet don't seem to mind having you wait in single-digit temperatures nearly half an hour for a bus just so you can mop a floor for an hour and come back. Don't get me wrong; I understand the purpose of the CCWE program, and I get that they are dealing with around 20 or so different people a day. But man, if ever there were a situation screaming to be run better, with more accountability and a streamlined process, I've never seen it. But that's enough of my complaining...hopefully once I start at CAPCO I won't have to worry about CCWE anymore. MUSICAL BREAK!! ** Image ID #1970900 Unavailable ** I don't think I've ever felt more relieved to get to this part of a blog entry...and I write these things! Today's song for "The Soundtrack of Your Life" ![]() I came across this song by a happy accident; I joined one of those record clubs where you get 12 cds for a buck or something like that, and because I'd already loved a lot of '90's Brit-pop (Oasis, Radiohead) I figured I'd grab Blur's "Greatest Hits" cd. I was only familiar with "Song 2" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSbBvKaM6sk), which I think is the song many people who've heard of Blur in this country know, and "Coffee And Tv" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oqXVx3sBOk...and I've seen this video tons of times but I just realized the lead singer's shirt says "Buffalo, New York" on it, and I got chills ![]() And I hardly listened to that cd, but for some reason I burned it onto mini-disc (yes, I was a huge fan of the format...working for a consumer electronics company had that much impact on me, and it truly would've overtaken cassettes if Sony hadn't been so proprietary about it...this unit was perhaps my favorite purchase from my time there: http://www.minidisc.org/part_Sony_MXD-D3.html) before going on a cruise with extended family. While aboard the ship I listened to my portable MD player a lot, and I really got into that Blur compilation. It was so diverse, hitting so many different genres it seemed. You couldn't peg it to a specific category. "On Your Own" stuck out so much...I was just a single guy dating an adorable but crazy girl (we were a bad match...we brought out the best of each other's worst behaviors) and it was my first time away from her since the time we established ourselves as a couple (coincidently, while I was away on a "guys road trip" to Cleveland). This song reiterates feelings about myself and eases some of my self-confidence issues, mainly in the chorus: "So take me home/ don't leave me alone/ I'm not that good/ but I'm not that bad". It's chock full of little references that to me felt relatable, and the video is a trip to watch...some British dude rockin' a Kangol and coppin' hip hop poses, and near the end he's surrounded by a mob of people who're enjoying what he's doing. I can't describe it other than it felt like a home to me. I know I've posted the video a few times before, but I'll never get sick of this song (although the remixes are rather tiresome) or the feeling I get from it. "I dream to riot, oh you should try it!" THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() And with all of that out of the way, I may run across the street to CVS and grab some last-minute snacks before I GTFO of here and act like it's no big deal. Peace, #steadymobbin, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |
MOB-RELATED ACTIVITY: Good morning, and happy February to you all! That means only one thing: it's an unofficial month in the "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() Our first order of business? To stimulate mob growth by attracting more participants. A bigger mob is a better mob, a wise man (so I've heard) once said, and I've done my part so far by inviting the people who've read my entries the last few days to join us. But that's not enough, so I offer these researched-based examples: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hiTXuZds99k. Someone has to step forth and lead, and that's what Brother Nature ![]() ![]() ** Image ID #1974570 Unavailable ** "It's fun to stay at the Y...no Don, Y. It's a Y, not an I. Y. Like this." I'm not good at creating catchy slogans, mainly 'cuz they come off as being corny. When it comes to propaganda, I tend to be more of a feeder than an initiator. I'm better at wearing t-shirts than designing them. But because Joel's a great guy, I'll give this a shot. "Ladies and gentlemen, you are free! Free from the daily prompts associated with official blogging groups. Free to think on your own! Free to be who and what you want. Join us, and be free!" Like I said, I'm not real good at that kinda stuff. I'm more content ridin' shotgun (no gangsta rap pun intended), so if our Mob comes up with something better, I'll stand behind it. As far as any issues I'd like to see us take a stand on or tackle, well, again, I'm not good at figuring that stuff out. Be nice to each other. Support us and whatever we decide as our purpose. I may not agree, but I'll fight to the death for your right to be free...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMF5MjzgJrM. BCF PROMPT: "National Freedom Day celebrates freedom from slavery, and recognizes that America is a symbol of freedom. National Freedom Day was established in 1948 to remind us that America stands for, and is a symbol of, freedom for all people. The roots of this special day come directly from the end of slavery and the signing of the 13th amendment outlawing slavery. Celebrate this day by reflecting upon your own freedoms that you enjoy by being fortunate enough to be in America. Millions of people in the world are not free. Tell us how you feel about the freedoms we have. Do you believe we are really a symbol of freedom? There are many people believe that America has lost its ideals, what do you think?" I generally try not to wade too deep into these waters; some people believe very strongly one way or the other regarding freedom and what it means to America in 2014, for a multitude of reasons. Personally, I can do a pretty fantastic job of alienating people with my sense of humor alone, without a prompt to guide me. I also recognize that while I live in America, there are plenty of people outside of my country and continent that will read this but aren't enjoying the same type of liberty I know and can speak easily of. That doesn't mean they're not free people; we just speak it in different ways. Freedom of speech and freedom of assembly: two points our Blog Mob could easily adhere to, no matter where you're from or what you believe. As far as I'm concerned, this blog has no borders and welcomes everyone regardless of beliefs...don't push yours, I won't push mine, we accept each other, and we'll all get along. It's that simple. Don't like it? Somewhere on your screen is an X...click on that and this goes away while you preserve your rights and I retain my words. Now, having all sorts of liberties doesn't always mean how you exercise them is correct or proper. I know we're not always gonna agree on things, and that's ok as long as no one acts all butt-hurt because I wore a Vanilla Ice t-shirt in high school or your grandma burned her bra because "Women's Lib!!" or what have you. The point is, we've got just as much a right here to do what we want as the next person, and so what if what they do isn't like what you do? In the grand scheme of things, as long as no one's getting hurt or killed, what difference (other than a differing of opinions) does it make? The fact that people can stand up for whatever they want shouldn't make them less of a person; in fact, I respect people more for having something to believe in than just not caring about anything at all...just because Lyn's a Witchy Woman ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Americans can be very self-absorbed at times. Our two-party political system, despite either sides' (and their supporters') best efforts to point out how right they are and how wrong the opposition is, must look like a train wreck sometimes to other parts of the world...especially to the people who think Americans on a whole are too liberal regardless of political affiliation. To us, all we seem to care about sometimes is us and how wrong everyone else is for not being like us. And that's just how we think of people in our own neighborhood! That doesn't even consider a global scale of reasoning (or lack thereof). We're too concerned with being the authority on everything to care about what other people think. Sure, if you're American maybe that's not what you believe, but I think that's how we're perceived as a country and that always tends to trump personal beliefs until you really get to know someone and have the ability to change their mind about you and a people. I think I wandered a little off track here. Time to circle back to the prompt a little. I'm grateful for what we have, and I'm thankful for being American. This country isn't the same as it was (obviously) 200+ years ago. Evolution as a society is what happens when one of the key principles of discovering new territories is religious freedom. I think people nowadays take stuff too literally and hide behind their beliefs rather than face reasonable facts (and yes, I'm well aware that everyone seems to have a different definition of "reasonable"). The world changes at a pace that's nearly undetectable by the naked eye, and most of us somehow manage to keep pace without even knowing it. We have to trust that those who're ahead of the game know what they're doing so that we don't wind up like the small percentage of those who have failed to embrace times as they evolve. MUSICAL BREAK!! ** Image ID #1970900 Unavailable ** Here's today's song, as part of "The Soundtrack of Your Life" ![]() Why I chose this song: The first four lines, "If you can feel what I’m feeling then it's a musical masterpiece/ If you can hear what I’m dealing with then that's cool at least/ What's running through my mind comes through in my walk/ True feelings are shown from the way that I talk", are the epitome of me and what I do both when I'm writing and how I live. There are so many little touchstones and references that make this song a perfect fit for me...it always puts me in a good mood. The bravado is light but on point, the live instrumentation adds realism to the words, and its serious tones but playful nature all but nail who I am. THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I think that concludes today's attempts at blogging and satisfying both the need to get things out in the open and the prompts/activities at hand. Now I can spend the rest of the day bashing out responses to emails, napping, and fading into the relative obscurity that Saturday blogging can be at times (and a place that's befitting of me, not having much to do in a town that offers even less). Peace, #steadymobbin, and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |
30DBC PROMPT: "FREE DAY" What is up?? January's "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() That said, as competitors all we really have to do is show up and do what we love to do. Well, that, and be somewhat decent at it, and read a few of the other entrants' entries along the way. We have the easy part, whether we're writing a paragraph or 10,000 words. It's the judges who really have the toughest chore...they have to not only read every entry in a given week (or month), but then apply The Colonel's Secret Analytical Metrics to each one, grade them out, and tally 'em up until the winner's shaken out. I know firsthand that it's not a easy gig...and especially with this crop of writers from all over WDC this month- a robust mix of big names and newcomers, from nearly every category and stage of development- a lot of hard decisions have been and will be made before the winner of one of this site's best contests is announced. That person knows one thing...they're not lucky; they're deserving. It takes a special kind of discipline to take on anything for thirty straight days, let alone also having the skills to carry that weight for this long at the highest level. Ok, maybe there's a bit of hyperbole in that there are people who might be better bloggers and certainly there are those who get paid to act like it, but in my opinion, the virtual arena we have here at WDC is the most enlightening, most enjoyable, and most entertaining level of blogging there is. Why do I say that? Simple. None of us are experts on every topic, and we may not be the greatest at what we do here- there likely aren't any paychecks at the end of this month for any of us- but we have a certain tenacity that goes along with our hearts, minds and souls that is unmatched by any other community there is. Search Google, Yahoo, Wordpress, or any other site that offers the kind of information you'll find in an official 30DBC round. Who's the winner? We are. The key component in my sentiments? Something I've learned and seen throughout this month, believe it or not...we all make each other better. Sure, it's a "competition", and nobody enters a competition hoping not to win, but you'll never be amongst a stronger group of supporters than the people who are writing along to the same prompts as you are, day-in and day-out. These people see you at your best, and they know when you're operating at something less than that. They're the first ones to know what you're going through, and they're going to lend you advice, support, or just a shoulder if they have to. We start out on Day 1 mostly complete strangers...as days turn into weeks we're a lot closer and comfortable with each other; much like anything else in life, such as taking a new job, moving into a different neighborhood, or starting the first day of a new semester at school. Eventually we're more familiar and that helps us open things up. I read things once in awhile from writers who say the blogging community is dying. That couldn't be further from the truth. One only has to take a look at the forums for any of the blogging groups out there on WDC to realize the we're not just surviving, but thriving. It's a great time to be a blogger on WDC. BCF PROMPT: "What is your opinion of classic literature (Sophocles to George Orwell, and everything between)?" There are all sorts of clichés at play here..."you can't know your future unless you know your past"; "things aren't like they used to be"; "today we lay the foundation for a brighter tomorrow", etc. And they're all worthwhile. People remember them for a reason. They endure. Just like the classics...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnAXdhQ_PDQ. I used to have a part-time job in a bookstore, and there's a reason that certain types of works have sections of their own. Everyone still buys them, even if they're hundreds of years or mere decades old. There's something about them, whether we're forced to read them in junior high, or they're recommended by your cousin randomly, or you overhear someone discussing a passage on the news triggering your curiosity, that is captivating and meaningful. They've been read millions upon hundreds of millions of times, yet some of them seem to speak to you in a way that suggests it's just you and that book on an island for the rest of time, and you're getting along famously. But what I really know about classic literature is that I don't make the rules. I didn't determine what constitutes something published being worthy of that designation. And there's no hard and fast rule that says if your favorite author's book sits atop the New York Times' Bestseller List for x-amount of weeks, it's guaranteed to be considered a classic. I just know what I like, and I happen to like a good amount of what would be classified as classic lit. What I find interesting to think about is how will some of the biggest-selling books of the last decade or so be remembered in fifty or 100 years' time? How well will the Harry Potter, Da Vinci Code or other titles/series age? Will we speak of them in the same sentences as works of Shakespeare and Dickens? Will they be studied as deeply? And how will self-publishing and the internet affect the way we look at past and present literature? Will we forget over time the "legacy brands" of yesterday? I don't know. MUSICAL BREAK!! The end of one month and the start of another...I feel like today is a grace period of sorts. Tomorrow will signify the start of a few subtle changes to the aesthetic of this slab of verbal internet chicanery as contests and group involvements change, and one of the forums I'll be posting in daily as of Feb. 1st will be "The Soundtrack of Your Life" ![]() ![]() This song isn't a part of what I'd consider the soundtrack of my life, but I remember a few years back I was standing outside of the apartment of the girl I was dating at the time having a smoke. I had been around WDC for a little while and was starting to come into my own as both a person and a poet (with some encouragement), and I was giving thought to how I wanted to approach writing going forward. One word popped into mind: timeless. I may struggle at times trying to get there, because not everything committed to the interwebs can be great, but that's what I hope for. I used to say I wanted kids to study me in their English textbooks someday. It's probably unlikely, but who knows? "I'm everywhere you've never been and better than I've ever been." THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I don't really have a lot more to say...thanks to the writers, the judges, the academy, the anonymous support (today especially ![]() |
30DBC PROMPT: "Give me your best advice when trying something new. On the first day (yesterday), tell me the story of when you tried something for the first time and failed. What did you do after that? On the second day (today), tell me about a future plan to try something new (a New Year's Resolution perhaps?). We all know writing down our goals can help in motivating us to achieve them - so don't delay! ![]() Welcome back to the "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" ![]() I think I mentioned earlier this month that I might have the opportunity to go back to college and actually earn a degree. While it doesn't seem like on the surface that it's "something new" I might be trying, I'd love to argue the point that some things should have a statute of limitations (of sorts) put on them where they may not be considered a "new experience" per se, but because what they entail has changed so dramatically over time that large gaps between their occurrences can in comparison look very different and feel as if they are "new". If that sounds like a really awkward and wordy sentence, let me try rephrasing it: attending college in September of 2014 at age 39 is probably a completely different thing than attending college in 1994/1995 at age 19. And a couple different things have to happen in order for me to confirm whether I'll logistically be able to go back to school or not, but for the sake of this entry I'll assume everything falls into place and I'm accepted as a student at TC3 (Tompkins County Community College, http://www.tc3.edu/). Let's briefly explore this train of thought, shall we? The Internet: Back when I first went to college, the internet barely existed and certainly didn't resemble what it is today (as evidenced by the video embedded in this article: http://downloadsquad.switched.com/2007/07/12/this-is-what-the-web-looked-like-in...). We still did the bulk of our research in encyclopedias (remember them?). Email was primitive; almost a one-dimensional outline of what most providers offer these days. The world as a whole is so much more reliant on technology, especially as a tool of learning...in 1994, technology to me was having enough quarters so I could use a pay phone every time someone wanted to get ahold of me by sending me a page through my beeper. The world is a different place: If the internet changed how we access the world, it's just as important to understand how the world itself has changed. I'll resist the temptation of turning that last sentence into an entire blog entry on its own, and just leave this link here instead as sort of a reference point: http://mentalfloss.com/article/54792/8-super-bowl-commercials-defunct-companies. Most of the eight ads featured in that article are approximately 15 years old, and none of the companies exist anymore. A phrase like "the dot com bubble" meant nothing in '94...now you can take classes from your living room that study just the last couple decades of history. And twenty or thirty years ago, the concept of "night classes" was still in its infancy; today, information is available 24/7/365 and changes/refreshes at a much fast pace than it did in the past. A maligned sense of urgency: When you're 19, obviously your priorities are in a much different place than when you're almost 39. It's easy to look back on my first attempt at higher education and say "Maybe I didn't take it seriously enough", even though that's not entirely the case...not only was I working full-time after school, but my daily commute to the college was around two hours each way. I'd also received a lot of financial aid that year; because I'd worked so much and my living situation was different, I wasn't eligible for any grants were I to have gone back the following year (plus I'd just bought my first car after my second semester, and had to start paying off that loan as well). I guess back then I always figured I'd have plenty of time to go back to school whenever I wanted to...but life happens and sometimes you can't. Now, I'm looking at what could be the last "best" opportunity to successfully complete a degree program and apply it toward a career that can take me into retirement. Assuming I'll be working until at least 65 or 70, that'll give me somewhere in the area of 25 years to make use of that diploma...a time frame that seems a lot more finite now than it did as a teenager. Like I said, a lot has to happen in my favor before I'm ready to say with certainty that I'm going back to school. I know that I want to, and I know a lot of that decision from this point on isn't exactly in my hands. I'm also sure that the experience will be a whole lot different than it was twenty years ago, and it will seem like something new and unfamiliar (at least at first). I know I don't have the same perspective or mindset that I had regarding education that I had in the past, and I mean that in a positive way. As for right now though, all I can do is wait until I find out if I'm eligible for some of the programs I've looked into as far as assistance and support. Fingers crossed; this could be a great opportunity and I'd be foolish to waste it. Oh, one other thing would be different: instead of majoring in Communications and wanting to be on tv or in radio, I've decided that if I can go back to school it'll be for Graphic Design and/or IT work...I'd like to be involved with something computer-related, although I'm not quite ready to completely give up on my longstanding dream of working for a newspaper. BCF PROMPT: "What is your zodiac sign? (See http://www.psychicguild.com/horoscopes_explained.php) Do you notice any similarities between the description and yourself?" I'm a Leo through and through according to what that website had to say here: http://www.psychicguild.com/horoscopes_zodiac.php?sign=Leo. When it comes down to me versus how I'm defined, I'd say it's about 90-95% accurate. I have leadership qualities, I share on some levels the "soul-evolution" traits, and when I commit to something, I'm almost always all-in. I also tend to agree with the statements about pride and criticism, but that doesn't necessarily mean that I lean in complete accordance with the exact generalizations. How do I disagree with the definitions established by this website? I don't believe that I'm very "clingy", and I certainly can "bear to be alone"...it's fair for one to think almost the exact opposite in that I prefer to be alone and not have to depend on others for anything. While I stopped reading my horoscope years ago, I have to say that when I did they were fairly right more often than not. It was when I started dating a girl that I'll refer to as "the crazy ex" that led me to reconsider how I viewed horoscopes altogether; she'd read ours in the mornings sometimes (she was a Pisces) and would just assume that whatever it said was as true as gospel, thereby ruining a day before it was really even spent together. I guess to her sometimes being "almost right" once in awhile trumped "for entertainment purposes only". MUSICAL BREAK!! Key-tars. Oingo Boingo. Rodney Dangerfield. Two out of those three things are very possibly firsts in my long, storied blogging existence. THE DAILY BOX SCORE: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() And there it is y'all...one 30-day consecutive streak of blog entries, in the can. Now it's in the judges' hands, and perhaps I should maybe pursue other things with my free time, like finding a suitable website that has access to Sega Genesis games like NHL '94. Thanks for comin' along for the ride this month...it's been more fun than I remember it being. Peace, come find the mob before the mob comes and finds you ("Note: The 30 Day Blogging Challenge has be..."), and GOODNIGHT NOW!! |