Memorial Day

Do you remember when the Memorial Day Parade was cool? You were probably like six or seven years old. You thought fire trucks were cool, and old men with fake rifles were awesome. You got excited about the senior citizens on goofy cars with funny fez hats and thought they were entertaining. You thought beating up 3 and 4 year olds for candy thrown on the ground was a healthy passtime. At this time of year so much is said about remembering the soldiers (and now its trendy to remember policemen and firemen) who gave their lives in service to our country. So i, in my true blog form, will completely ignore that and try to remember something else. Remember Pirate's Cove? It was an awesome pic-a-path text game for the commodore 64. You had put the cartridge in and then type a ton of text lines to ever get the graphics or sound to work. Then it would ask you questions and you had to answer them. You had to PICK YOUR PATH. Man, that was awesome. You would wait 2 or three minutes for each question to load after it gave you several lines of story to read. You would read and read and read. After reading, you had to PICK YOUR PATH. That was awesome. So on this Memorial Day, try not to only think of dead servicemen. Remember pic-a-path text games too. Because they were cool.

Day 2

When i ramble i generally come up with something good to say. So today like any other day i will start with the random thoughts that pop into my head....Still waiting..... almost had something... Hang with me a sec... i can feel something good coming.... Ok. I know what I'll do. I will post some lyrics from a song or two that i have been writing for my up and probably never coming band. Its something at least

Dream Cut Short

Blissful dream sands are all blown away
Conscioiusness burns out a new day
Almost Almost Almost there
Forget my dreams and walk downstairs

Dream...
Cut short, it has no conclusion
Dream...
Go back to sleep and live your illusion

Blissful life sands are all blown away
Enlightenment burns out a new way
Almost Almost Almost there
My life my dreams and vacant blank stares

Dream...
Cut short, it has no conclusion
Dream...
Go back to sleep and live your illusion

A So-So Gangsta

I bet you were bad in a former life
back not satisfied with bein white
so you throw on your baggy jeans
and jump around when House of Pain sings

Well not really cuz they arent really rap
cuz to rap for real you gotta be black
not only that, your life had to be bad
a druggy mom and an asshole dad

You're so, A so, A so-so gangsta
So-so-so-so-so gangsta
You're so, A so-so gangsta
So-so-so-so-so gangsta

Who's got the time to write a song?
Write a song you can sing along to?
Not you, cuz you're too bizzy
Gotta Sell and smoke weed and say fo-shizzy

Congratulations yes you've managed to escape
the quiet life to which you cant relate
People are People do you see the irony?
They are real and you wish you werent me.

You're so, A so, a so-so gangsta
So-so-so-so-so gangsta
You're so,, a so-so gangsta
So-so-so-so-so gangsta

Hard times, sounds cool but it aint you
Thuggin is for gangstas, whats that a tattoo
Of Murder Inc. on your Irish shoulder?
Was life so bad you're ashamed of your culture?

So boring had to steal your experience?
Sprayin signs on moms white picket fence?
You're so lost you dont know where you're at
so-s0-s0. i just wanted to say that.

The Hand Of God

Im just sittin there, ok..
Sippin my triple shot latte
At the coffee shop in Detroit USA

And i'm feelin pretty good
And i'm feelin pretty cool
Till this bearded dude stands up upon a stool

and he screams
"I am...I am...I am The Hand of God"
"I am...I am...I am The Hand of God"

So I'm sittin there, ok...
Pissin my triple shot latte
I've got nothin clever left to say

I assume he's got a gun
and he reaches in his bag
Guess I'm gonna die in Detroit here today

And he screams
"I am...I am...I am The Hand of God"
"I am...I am...I am The Hand of God"

But the coffee girl
Steps out from the counter
she points to the door
and says even louder....

"Not in here, Not in here Not in here, You're not!"
"Not in here, Not in here Not in here, You're not!"

And she threw his ass out.

Day One

12:01 AM on Saturday May 29.

I dont really know or care much for internet fads. Blogging is possibly just a fad. So I'm turning over a new leaf. From this day forward, I will become the man you expected, the next internet blogger. And in so doing I will also partake of my share of other internet fads that I have neglected to take part in. I think I'll get my own website. I will take surveys. I will answer solicitor emails. I will apply for credit cards. I will download file-sharing software and not pay for the songs i steal. I will send in my pictures and pictures of my kids for "contests" that i stand a chance of winning. I will put my resume on monster.com. I will buy my movie tickets at movietickets.com and then stand in line to collect them (because that just makes sense). I will hunt down that great find on ebay, only to renig on my bid. I will learn the names and hobbies of all the hot wet asian teen lesbians that send me emails (its courteous). I will master the art of getting rich in real estate, save hundreds on my car insurance, and buy a used copy of a worship cd. (Worship cd's for sale is another blog topic altogether). What the hell is a Worship album of the Year? I think its hillarious that people get rich selling worship albums. Tell me that isnt comedy. I'm gonna market my prayers. Publish them and sell them as "poetic" readings in prose. Suggest people read them and model their prayers after mine. Maybe I'll win the Dove award for Prayer of the Year. I will travel and sell tickets, promoting my cd's of me praying live in concert. And people will say, man that boy can pray! I'd pay good money to listen to him pray. I would perfect my technique to the point that no one would quite be able to say AMEN the way that i do. People will try to imitate it, but it will be a thing of perfection. Every time authentic, passionate, and heartfelt. Calculated you say? Absolutely. Just like a Worship album of the Year.