Thursday, December 31, 2009

New Times

International Year of Biodiversity
1417 by the Bengali calendar
2554 by the Buddhist calendar
Year of the Tiger!
Here we come.

Enjoy and Release.
Don’t take more luggage than needed
On the travel to Next Year.
Reflect on events and thoughts
For some, forget
For others, Treasure.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Get ready to Roll

“Gather near, brave heroes, for we begin the next chapter of our tale. Let adventure’s call guide you, past the dangers and fears, to glory and victory…”
I mean, yeah, a sleepy DM makes for interesting gaming.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Logging and Waiting

Duty today. Fun fun fun.
At least it is a day that there isn’t any question
As to how it will be spent.
It will be Duty. All day, all night.
Until tomorrow morn.
But in that time, oh the fun.
But hey, everyone takes their turn.
And it could be much worse.
Safe times for those away, I hope.
Tomorrow, some Dice beginning in the forenoon
Then some Panda created supper!
And then who knows?
Still a while before the post holiday work starts.
Maybe there will be a chance to
Do what is needed.
For all to do what is right.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Caution: CHUD Mess ahead.

This is an email I received:

First of all, I just love how an assumed grown man has to air his dirty laundry on FB and his blog to get fake sympathy to make himself feel better. 
If these people only knew the ASShole you really were, you certainly have been doing a good job at fooling everyone lately.
I find it hard to believe you have turned over this new leaf since you continue to be the same jack ASS to me.
I actually did call you yesterday, you may have gotten a missed call or a hang up if you actually had your phone on, I received an important call the same time your phone rang once and I switched over to answer, then we had company, then we went out, then we came home had dinner and a bath and I was getting her ready for bed and another attempt to call you and I received a message from a friend that reads your blog and they sent me the contents and after reading, I figured why should I even bother calling someone who continues to put me down and call me names to make himself feel better, very mature grant!
You don't care about anyone but yourself, never have, never will.
I'm not going to let my daughter be disappointed by some selfish bastard that has no remorse and takes no responsibility for his actions, why should she get to know you when you will just disappoint her too.
As for that last minute cheap ASS Christmas gift, well, we won't even go there, you know it sucks!

I am not going to argue or state my opposing views. But this is typical of what I must deal with. Every time.
But, in case I really am fooling anyone, or being fake, or am really an ass, then anyone who wishes to communicate with the emails author, to get The Real Story, can email me at

Note: I really liked the gifts. They weren't last minute at all.  
In fact, I will wonder out loud on this topic.

When I was little I loved toys that were not restrictive or already made to be played a certain way.
You know, all these electronic ‘push This button’ ohh ‘toys makes This noise and That lights up’
Oh. Wow. Don’t be fooled. The poor child is bored with that sort of thing by the third time, and unless they have other toys, then they just don’t know that life and playtime doesn’t have to be boring.
But then again, I have always had an active mind. Maybe those with Herd mentality minds don’t understand what I mean. But that doesn’t matter, as my goal is to make sure a Little Someone never joins the Herd.
Hence, I gave some Toy Blocks. Simple and tough. But they challenge the imagination right away and allow the creative and inquisitive mind to grow. Here, from a website about toys:

Toy blocks :
A guide for the science-minded parent
They might not be as flashy as the battery-powered robots and electronic games.
But toy blocks-—and other construction toys-—are among the best developmental toys that money can buy.
A set of blocks can help your child develop
• motor skills and hand-eye coordination
• spatial skills
• creative problem-solving skills
• social skills, and
• language skills.
Moreover, kids can integrate their own constructions into pretend play scenarios. And there is evidence that complex block-play is linked with advanced math skills in later life.


Yeah. That sure sounds like it sucks. Well, just in case I am fooling myself this time. For a sweet little girl a couple on months before her 2nd Birthday, would you label Blocks as a toy that sucks (never mind that they were thoughtfully picked out or lovingly sent)?

Oh. And there was a little story book…with a Jeep!

Bright and all that.

Little horns tell their swollen tales and I listen
Trying to see the gift in their hints
Like the bird that chatters
Mocking after your gone.
Time to pleasure and clean
Time to get out and get ready
Time to sit back and think
Enjoying the clicking and clanking of the gears.
All that can be wanted can be had.
Just be careful what you want.
And, most importantly,
How you think it should be had.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Not even a call

Little turd. Petty weak dirty insane little turd.
What is so difficult with being Not Wrong?
Guess for some, it is all the fun they can have
in the world of adults.
Time will change the fucked-ness.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Boxing Day Butts. Yes. Butts.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas

Happy and Close, hold to you those of who you care.

Merry make all of your events.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Night Before

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in at ten to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day 

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Peaceful Drift

So, you wannna have a holiday, do ya?
Don’t you know that can be a lot of work?
It can tire you out, no matter how much you
Thought you were ready.

And then there is the stress, the sadness of missing
Those away and those gone
Like the pretty simple times that were there
When young.

Well, you know what? That rocks!
Smile and grit your teeth in a defiant scowl
And hold on to your feelings.
Good and bad.
Relax, and know that they all come from

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Happy Times

Sometimes naughty, sometimes nice.  Hopefully, sometimes Both.

Merry Merry!

Monday, December 21, 2009

Easy Times

Shiny snow cold day
That seems to
Slow down time

Little plans for the day
Drop off the list
As the keys clack

Another day
Given over to imaginations
With wonderment at every turn.