I Usually Watch Myself

One more week to go. I hope this movie makes me cry. Tears of joy.

Free Boat Ride for 3.... THOUSAND

This song isn't just funny, but it's also true. At least for me it is.

So I've been busy on my new boat for the past month. That's all there really is to it. What do we do? We train and train and maintain and maintain so that when the time comes (it's coming soon) and we're called to act, we don't die defending freedom and democracy around the world. And then you repeat when you get back for the NEXT time the time comes.

I don't know why SWOs get so much shit; they probably have the toughest lives of anyone in the Navy. I guess you could defend that supposedly anyone could do this job (commissioned Naval officers, that is), but there's something to be said of the endlessly, tiring days and work that just never seem to go away, even when you're not on the boat. It's kind of a bitch to put up with so much.

It probably could have been put more eloquently, but I think blunt words are far more effective and true with the lives of SWOs and other sea warriors.

God. Some days, I'm not even sure if the sun woke up and did it's job for the day.

This post is all filler, no killer.

I Listen to the Wind of My Soul

Writing a blog isn't easy. Ok, maybe it is. Writing it well ISN'T.

I always thought I wanted to be a columnist or someone who wrote for a living. And I don't mean just any writing. I mean writing creatively or expressing my opinions; putting myself into the work. And not just about one subject. I want(ed) to write about topics and subjects that change; write about anything.

Thanks, blogs. Thanks to you, everyone is a columnist. Though that's always been around since angelfire websites and xanga.

But now I find it difficult to continually find new and refreshing things to write about. I don't want to fall into one of those "cliche" blogs:

1) Your life on a daily/weekly/monthly basis
2) Things you find online
3) "Dear Diary..."

I'm sure I'd be able to list at least one or two more "cliche" blogs if I sat and thought about it, but God knows I'm just trying to keep afloat and churn this one out. Anyway, the point is that I didn't want my blog to have a focus or run on a template, like you'd be able to predict and expect something from me everyone I made a new entry (though, I guess there is something to be said for consistency.. but that's something I've thought about long enough to write about).

The only consistent thing I wanted in my blog was my writing. My voice. My opinion. The way I "speak".

That's why I have a bunch of different forms of writing and topics in my blog. I'm continuously trying to keep myself fresh; dabble in different ways of speaking for myself on different things.

Maybe that's why I keep trying to write music. Changing the melody and changing the words gives just enough variety in writing, while still providing you the opportunity to make sure it's told your way, and that people know it's yours.

So take it from me: the best way to stay fresh is to just say the most blatantly outrageous shit anyone's ever heard. The only thing consistent about that is that they don't know what you'll say next.

Predictably unpredictable.



In honor of the Super Bowl, and all those who DTC:

The Same Ol' Never-Ending Story

"It's a little bit funny", he said with that smile she was beginning to detest.
"What is? Please tell me what's so funny about lies from an absolute stranger who's a breath away from crossing the line into being a creepy jerk."
"Well, nothing about that, I suppose. But maybe the core; the fundamentals of our situation here. That might be a little bit funny, don't you think?"
"Fine. I'll stupidly bite. What are the "fundamentals" of our situation?"
"Well, just that you were sitting here by yourself, and something about you caught me for more than a mere glance. You can call it your looks, and by no means am I trying to say you're not an attractive girl. You are very pretty. But it takes more than that. Your "aura". Your being. There are a lot of beautiful people in the world, but not everyone has that way about them that you can't describe beyond saying 'I was attracted to you'."
She sat, digesting his words. She tried to tell herself that he was just throwing more game, spouting more "sweet nothings", and so she tried to find any clue, any hint that would prove her fears and cynicism correct. "The eyes. Look at his eyes. You can always tell a person is lying from their eyes. They ARE the window to the soul for a reason." But he wouldn't look at her. He spent all this time up to now, meeting her dead straight in her own eyes, but now he wouldn't take one look at any part of her, let alone meet her eyes.
"Obviously, it was enough for me to try to lie to a complete stranger. Why would I lie? You know nothing about me. You don't know my faults and vices and errors. As long as I didn't tell you any of them, there'd be nothing for you to dislike me for. So why lie? What have I to lose?"

We Won, Oh, We Won

"You should care more about Canada."
"What do you mean? I think I care a fair amount about Canada. In fact, I'd argue that I care MORE about Canada than the average person. At least slightly. Like at least 10% more."
"That might be so, but I still think you can do better. You should try."
"Maybe I will try. But before that, I think you should try to list the good things that might come about if I were to care about Canada more."
"Maple syrup intake."
"What? What does that even mean?"
"Your maple syrup intake would probably increase. I hear that's a perk for supporting the great nation known as Canada."
"And that's a good thing?"
"Of course it is. You like maple syrup, don't you?"
"I do. But let us not forget: all things in moderation. This includes maple syrup. And probably care for Canadia as well."
"Did you just say 'Canadia'?"
"No."
"You just said, 'Canadia'. You did."
"Ok, yes, I did."
"Well, what the hell is 'Canadia'? Or did you just misspeak?"
"Absolutely not. I don't misspeak. It just isn't written into my DNA. I am genetically incapable of misspeaking."
"What the fck are you talking about??"
"Whoa, pump the breaks. There's no need to be vulgar. Please. Think of the children."
"What children?"
"Well, there aren't any physically here right now, but think about the children of the world. Like the little Canadian children. Think of them."
"You're right. Pardon my language, children of Canadia. Dammit!"
"What the Orville Redenbacher, mate?!?"
"You see what you just did? YOU did this."
"The only thing that I see is that you obviously don't care as much about Canada as you lead others, like myself, to believe. Perhaps now is a good time to take a step down from your Canadian soap box."
"I didn't lead anyone on. If you thought I cared a great deal for Canada just because I told you that you should care more about Canada, you are mistaken. And I forgive you for that."
"What's to forgive?"
"Truth. I think we've just achieved the fabled 'Win-Win-WIN' compromise."
"Agreed. I think we just may have. Congratulations to us both."
"Thank you. And thank you."
"And now we kiss."
"And so we shall."
"Kudos."
"Amen."
*KISS*



No, I'm not insane.

Why, It's Almost Like Being... LINE!!!

*Disclaimer: This article began as a draft so many weeks ago, which I forgot about, and am now only returning to today, 13 Jan 09. I'm pretty sure what I wrote about has nothing to do with what I originally intended to write about, hence the title is a bit off topic with the rest of the entry, and that bothers me a bit because I do enjoy synching good titles with the material of the entry, but alas, we'll leave it and cite it as "laziness".


"Ahh, to be a young naval officer.... with nothing to do whilst you wait for training. Why, it's like I don't even know what the Navy is really like. And there's nothing wrong with that!"

Ahh, to be young and foolish.

Granted, I still havent experienced what a full, adult "work day" is like (especially for those serving in the Armed Forces), I am no longer full of nothing to do. And I can tell you. Grad school is going to be mighty difficult for me. I can't yet say I prefer to just work a regular full, adult "work day", but I CAN say that I HATE studying and I HATE homework and I HATE coming home from sitting in class all day only to return back to the books and back to work once I get home (after fighting through work traffic). I don't understand how I'm going to get my Master's. The only thing keeping my drive towards that particular life goal is knowing that I totally fckn rocked-killed the EKMS Managers course. A-HOLLA.

I'm not sure I like the new judge on American Idol; Kara-whatever her name is. She's younger and fiestier than Paula, and I guess that's a dynamic the producers of the show were looking to add/inject into American Idol, but I'm not sure I like it.

What I DO know I like from last night's first episode is: 1) That one kid who offered to sing "God Save The Queen" only to reveal quickly that he was being sarcastic towards Simon and in fact did not know the lyrics (who the fck does?). I love innocently brutal sarcasm. It's lovely. And he said he'd be popular in Canada! CANADA! That makes me the 2nd person in the world who cares for Canada.

I also liked bikini chick. She should show up to Hollywood naked. And they should NOT put American Idol censors all over her butt.


Also, my friend/roommate pointed out that the "A" in "American Idol" is a star. She, in fact (and I pointed this out to her), is wrong. It is not a complete star. There is one stroke missing to make it a star (That's What She Said = TWSS). It's almost a star. So what does that mean? You're almost a star. That's right, you American Idols. You're almost stars. Almost.

RED DRIVE

What kind of color is Red?

Red is a warning, a declaration; a color that says "I'm ready to do what it takes".

Red is focused and driven because Red doesn't like second place.

So what kind of color is Red?

His kind.

Red Drive.

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... A crisp blend of cherry and citrus flavors inspired by Tiger. It's in Tiger Woods. Is it in you?

(ok, so I stole it from a Gatorade bottle... FREAKIN LAY OFF!)