Saturday, July 7, 2012

A Hobby's Collector

The word ‘hobby’ has such a range.  Collecting things noone else collects, creating things, writing, blogging, even gaming....  The list just goes on and on.  So many people take their hobby seriously, its quite odd at times.

I’m not different, I mean, here I am blogging away, while trying to finish a novel or three, surrounded by odd artwork and figurines that most consider quite nerdy things.  At least my hobbies don’t take over and dominate my life.  It is always crazy to walk into someone’s home and see nothing but a certain thing repeated over and over and over.

But that begs the question, when does a hobby cross the line into becoming something crazy?  I know Lisa has her own ideas about my hobbies.  Certain themes of my collectibles are not allowed in the Livingroom, even though I’ve secretly put some there in strategic locations and made it look pretty cool.  In my childhood room I had comic books from the ceiling to the floor all the way around, with a few posters from movies and comics and such mixed in here and there.  It was like my wallpaper.  I admit that was a little crazy, especially as they made a GREAT hiding spot for scorpions, they loved to hide behind the X-Men comics....

Friday, July 6, 2012

That Changed Everything....

The past always creeps in when you least expect it.  I’ve always found it amazing how a coincidence will bring a new perspective on the past into view, just as you never wanted it to.  Hindsight is always 20/20 they say, and its never more so the case than when something new comes to light.

Do you change your point of view, change your old memories?  No, that’s never the case.  Normally one just has to assimilate the information.  The old memories are hard written into the brain.  Nothing will change the warmth of the original memory, even if its become diluted by a sharp pain of new information.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

News for Entertaiment

Audacity and ignorance are amazing things
They tend to make the birds not sing
They tear dreams down
And destroy happiness’ crown
All to the beat
Of several drummers in a meet

The cacophony of discord
Reigns as supreme lord
For all who can hear
Destroying all we hold dear

Yet the sound is so relevant
To those that think it is heaven sent
That they lend their voice
Leaving the sane no choice
But to cover their ears and pray
That they will lose their voice this day

I shall always be amazed
At how stupidity is praised
At how it’s banner is raised high
By those that have the public’s eye.


Wednesday, July 4, 2012

To Celebrate the Fourth

The Fourth of July.  It’s hard not to get political about it, as I don’t see much to celebrate anymore.  The debate ranges so much, the United States are not on any top lists just because we’ve fallen so far, and noone here seems to care.

Care, that’s a good way to put it.  I know that I will never willing again buy a vehicle that was made in the United States after the mid-nineties.  I got to work in the auto industry for a bit, and what I saw reaffirmed my beliefs.  The American worker no longer cares for the product they produce because they don’t believe they are producing it for themselves, but for their bosses.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012


They will hate you. Someone somewhere sometime will hate you. It’s going to happen some point in your life, probably several times. You can’t be nice enough if good enough if scary enough to prevent them from hating you.

Why will they hate you? So many reasons here are just a few.

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