Saturday, October 29, 2011

Food and Beverage

I wonder if Rachel at the cheese counter was surprised when I picked up a bottle Italian Moscato Di Asti, a artisan baguette, and a wheel of Isigny Ste. Mère French Brie. I don't know if I appear to be the connoiseur type. I guess I look more like a beer, pretzel, and aerosol cheese guy. Not to say that I don't appreciate a good beer and pretzel. The canned cheese I can live without. I guess what I'm getting at is to the perfect stranger I may not appear sophisticated and refined. OK I do own an Old English 800 t-shirt. On the other hand I'm an opened minded person when it comes to food and beverage.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Tomorrow is another day

The time of the day when I start getting ready for work is 6ish. I have to sleep at least 7 hours to be rested enough to deal with a another day at the shop. Being in a new situation has been harder then I imagined it. I feel like I haven't been able to live up to people's expectations. I do my best and still have to deal with problems on a regular basis. When my cell phone rings, my heart drops and I hesitate to answer it. I've burned through my minutes in the past week with calls from my boss. I even started turning it off on my days off because I couldn't take the anxiety of what he was going to say to me.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

I can do this

Seems like things will never change. The same thing day in day out. Everyone seems to be waiting to be rescued from this collective depression. Money doesn't exist. It doesn't buy happiness. I wanna travel the world eating fine cheese and drinking fine wines. I wanna spend a summer in Scotland making my way trough the country side sampling Scotches. Why do I have to wait to hit the winning number to do it. By the time the money transfers to my account tonight at midnight it will belong to my landlord, Verizon, and Progressive. Tomorrow I will still be broke and unhappy.

Monday, October 17, 2011


What were you born to do? Judging by my current situation, I was born to work my fingers to the bone and live a mediocre lower middle class existence.  Do you think Hollywood actors and your favorite singers and athletes were born be rich and famous. How much of good fortune is hard work and how much is dumb luck? Just because you can sing and dance, does it mean you were born to be an entertainer. I was the quintessential pathological liar, but that didn't translate to an acting career. I like to goof around, and under the right circumstances I'm actually funny, not yet a comedian. Something I do notice is the people I know that are actually trying to pursue a career in entertainment, haven't had much luck. Is it because they haven't met the right person that will take them to the next level, or that they aren't that good?

Wednesday, October 12, 2011


It's strange the stuff we remember about people. For instance there are people you only know by their nickname. You can't remember "peanut's" name to save your life. However you'll never forget the time in the 5th grade his mom was waiting at the bus stop and beat his butt while wearing a house coat. Some people are good at remembering numbers. Others like my wife are good at birthdays. My daughter on the other hand remembers everything. Its true she's only 7 but she remembers every butt whooping she has gotten. Every birthday and Christmas present she has gotten after the age of 2 and who gave it to her. It's amazing really. I pride myself on remembering random stuff.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Frank meets Francis II (The Heroin Revision)

We find our subject asleep in what you can call a bed. It's an old dirty futon mattress in the corner of a bedroom. The door creeps open as a thin woman wearing a  blue sweater dress and bad wig creeps in.

Friday, October 7, 2011


Does perfection truly exist? Are you someone that does everything perfectly? Do you know "the perfect girl"? What does that mean anyway. I don't know what your meaning of perfect is, but I know that I will never be it. I do everything in my power in every realm of my life. A the end of the day someone always picks out a handful of flaws. I think I'm doing something but when I step back and look at the big picture, it's full of holes. I guess the people pointing the finger do everything perfect.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Sudden Death

Did you know that Steve Jobs was half Syrian? I also found out that he had an estranged daughter, that he denied even swearing in court that he was impotent. It's funny how it takes a person to die for the world to find out everything possible about them. I found 330 "R.I.P Steve Jobs" Facebook pages in several languages just this morning. I'm sure it's probably up to at least 500 now.  It's obvious that his innovation and the company that he co founded have impacted technology and the way we live. I'm just curious why this translates to an emotional outpouring. I'm pretty sure if Bill gates died tomorrow, I would'nt be sad. It's strange how we react to sad news.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Dream Weaver

Dreams are supposed to be a glimpse into our psyche. Is that so? I sometimes have flashes in my dreams. It's usually a street scene with no sound or color. Months later I'll be somewhere panning the horizon and realize that it's the same vision I had months before in my sleep. Does that make me psychic? I don't think so. I've always read that we only use 10% of our brain's capacity. I figure if we used 100% we could predict the future and control things with our mind. I still think that there is more to dreams than we think.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

It's aight!

Things seem to have certain levels of meaning to different people. The same things that I am am passionate about, the average person could care less about. Is something necessarily good because everyone likes it? For instance a lot of people out there still smoke cigarettes. Yet research proves that it is conducive to lung and other forms of cancer. I was once told that I was consistent by my superior. I'm not sure if it was a compliment or not. Did he mean that I consistently did a good job, or that I was consistently disappointing him.