It Calls to Me...

Today it's so beautiful outside... Especially if you walk along the water... It's so blue... One of those bright sparkly blues... You know what they call a crystal Blue... There's something about it that draws me... It almost speaks to me... I'm not sure if it's the smell of the ocean water... the feel of the breeze as it rushes against my skin... Or the taste of the salty air as I breathe in deeply... Still yet it could be... The way you remember how the water feels on your skin... How sand feels when it sticks to the bottoms of your feet... Between your toes... Just the thought of makes you want to rush back again... Kinda like that wished upon lover... That for some reason or another you can't quite touch... You want to feel it's touch... It's smell... It's voice... All wrap itself around you... Totally enveloping you... But instead... It's just outside your reach... And more anything you want to find a way to make it yours... And yours alone... The only way you can is just imagine how it feels... To touch... Hear it's voice...

Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned...

They say there's nothing scarier than a woman scorned. There are plenty of examples of this on tv, in the movies and in books. The first example that comes to mind is the chick from Waiting to Exhale that blows up her ex's car. Another great example is of course Thema & Louise. Then again maybe it's not since they did drive off a cliff. Here's a better one, on Sex in the City, Samantha passes out fliers saying what a pig Richard is after she catches him cheating on her. I guess that's what happens when you screw over someone that works in PR. How about another Sex and the City example? Samantha's girlfriend catches a man trying to sneak into her apartment and she starts throwing all the plates. On Melrose Place, Kimberly burned down a building after she was scorned. I could cite more examples, but I think you get my point. Besides what could be a more powerful point about scorned women than a burned building real or fictional.

I myself, I have never been scorned. For some reason, I was lucky enough to never let a man push my buttons like that. That's one thing I learned from ex, a man just isn't worth it. Hey if I never tried to get revenge on him, I doubt I could on anyone. Granted he never cheated on me, but scorned doesn't necessarily mean that. Regardless I never got the whole get revenge on a man that wronged you thing. Maybe that's why sometimes I just scratch my head when I see a woman that lets a man twist her like a pretzel. But don't get me wrong there's nothing quite as entertaining as watching one on tv or the movies. Especially entertaining is the part where they make the man twist in the wind. Even better though, is a real live scorned woman. I love just sitting back and wactching. Can you please do me one favor though? Pass me the popcorn?

The Green Eyed Monster...

I'm sure that everyone has heard of it... Let's face there is a reason a lot of monsters are green... The Hulk was... Ogres usually are... Oscar the Grouch... Is one of the more pleasant green monsters... If not the most...

By the way upon trying to look up examples of green eyed monsters... I found where the expression possibly originated... I totally forgot it was from Shakespeare... Specifically the Merchant of Venice... I don't believe I read that one... Yet there's another that says it was Othello... I remember reading that one... And that there was a point where Shakespeare used the term to describe Iago...

Aah I'm sure you are wondering what's this chick's point... Let's face it having the Green eyed monster tendency... Is well never a good thing... In Iago's case he made him turn on one of his best friends... In Gollum's case it made him... Well made him turn into a shriveled up unwanted creature... It turned Anakin Skywalker into Darth Vader... I could keep going... But do I really need more examples... Each of these characters... Had a horrible demise in the end... The saddest part is that they caused their own downfall... I could lie and say that I felt sorry for them... But to be honest I relished every minute of reading or watching their collapse... It made the movie that much more worth watching... The only thing I wished was that I could have some small effect on their demise... Even if it was just a walk on role...

Symbolism at it's Greatest...

Just like irony... There is symbolism... In high school english class... The word used to make me groan... It took any joy out of Huck Finn... Aren't a teenage boy's adventures supposed to be enjoyable... And not his every move analyzed... Grapes of Wrath was like a thousand pages of it... And Mrs Katz destroyed the Scarlet Letter with making us write lit log after lit log analyzing it... I can't remember how many logs I wrote about the symbolic meaning of Pearl's name... I swear the only thing I can remember about that book is that the kid's name was Pearl... And that it supposely had this deep powerful hidden meaning behind it...

I suppose just like irony... There is symbolism in real life too... I believe we call them symbolic gestures... Like a yellow ribbon around the tree for the troops overseas... or a white rose for purity... The list could keep going on... And on... But why bother you get my point... I know what is this chick rambling about now... I could understand that... After all usually by this point in the blog... I reveal some bigger point to this blog... Like an Aesop's Fable... After all I usually do... So of course you're waiting for the other shoe to fall... But not this time... Besides there's a lot of hidden symbolic gestures in my blogs... A writer never reveals their secrets... Mark twain never revealed the meaning of the river or the raft... He always left it there for the reader to guess... I would be a very bad writer if I didn't leave at least a little bit of a mystery... Hey don't get annoyed at least I gave a little clue to read behind the lines... Twain, Hawthorne, and Steinbeck never even gave that...

Jumping in a Toe at a Time...

Like the rest of the week... Today is one those absolutely beautiful days... The water is glistening... And sparkling... Shining if you would... Makes you want to just go... And dip your toes in... Feel the swishyness of sand between your toes... With each step... And feel as the water slowly washes over your feet... As you jump back because the water is so cold... It sends shivers up and down your spine... Suddenly goose bumps climb up and down your arm... All your flesh becomes tense with the feeling of cold water... Slowly the water creeps up your leg... Until one big wave sends one big splash of cold water... And suddenly you adjust to the cold temperture of the water... I've always thought it was kinda funny how after you leave the water you become cold all over again... But after a few minutes the sun's warmth... dries you off... Until the water draws you in again...

What it Takes...

What does it trully take for one to be trully happy? I think it depends on the person. After all it takes something different to make each one of us tick. It's true that you could argue that money brings happiness. And to a certain degree I do agree. But it's not the money per se, but actually what you can be able to do with the money. Money gives you freedom, gives you options. However, there is more to it then just the money. After all money makes good people better, and bad people worse. There are people that have lots of money that are trully miserable people. Look at all the characters from movies and tv that have money and are miserable people. Of course, you probably want examples, Burns from the Simpsons, Scrooge, the Old guy from It's a Wonderful Life, the list could go on. Alright you could argue that they aren't real. So I could give some real examples. There is the most obvious, that Hemsley chick, boy what a miserable person. Besides how would you explain people that dirt poor and are happy. I know you could argue that they just don't know anything else or any better for that matter. But for some reason I think there's more to it than that. I do agree that money can make you a happier person, or even make you think you are. But there's definetly some truth to the saying money makes good people better, and bad people worse. Because no matter how much one believes money will make them a better person, it just won't. That kinda change has to come from within. Many people think that money can change you because not only can you can better yourselves, but others in the process. It's true if you have money you have more options to help people because you can give money to charitable agengies. But it has no greater purpose if you just do it, to do it without the passion behind the action. Because at the end of the day you can help people without being a better person.

A Little Looney...

I know that sounds a little wacky... If you think about it... Life can be like that... Let's face it... We all know people in our lives that remind of us of a cartoon character... I'm sure if we thought about it... Most of the people in our lives will remind us of at least one... And just think about how much funnier everyday life could be... Hey look at it this way... It's better than suggesting that everyone should remind you of a character in a Shakespearian tragedy... Let's face someone always dies there by the end of the first act... In the cartoons it's impossible to kill anyone no matter how hard you try... After all look at how many times they throw anvils on Daffy Duck during the 1812 overture without him dying... Or Willy Coyote falling off a cliff... I guess even worse than a Shakespearian tragedy would be a Greek Tragedy... You would sleep with your mother by the end of the first act... I know what's this chick's point... Maybe there really isn't one... Other than life isn't always meant to be taken so seriously... So the next time there's someone that annoys you think how much funnier it would be if you could throw an unlimited supply of anvils at them... Or if you don't want to be so vengeful... Just imagine how when they squeak something or behave a certain way how they remind you of a certain cartoon character... They will go nuts trying to figure out what you are smirking at... And why you are not fuming at them...

Irony at it's Best...

Life... Sometimes has it's little ironies... After all there is a reason that is so prominent in so many novels... I'm trying to think of an author that's famous for it... But I keep thinking of writers famous for symbolism... Like Steinbeck and Twain... I guess I could google it... After all it beats working... Aah how could I forget... The most famous of course... Shakespeare...

I guess you are wondering... Why is this chick suddenly rambling about irony... Maybe I just think it's funny sometimes... How sometimes a person could be hell bent... On controlling another person's fate... But ruining their own to a much greater degree... Iago in Othello comes to mind... Richard the III of course... Hamlet what a bitter sweet twist of fate... Macbeth he asked for it in the end... Any of the Disney Villians... It's a little thing called karma baby... And the most ironic part... Usually their undoing was at their own hands... And they don't even realize when they did it... Yet the most ironic part... is that they have no clue when karma will knock them on their knees... Or those imaginary scales they believe are tipped in their favor will fall on their head or even worse... Their balls...

Reel Time...

Disclaimer: Here we go again... If you don't like my new movie game... you don't have to read it... I guess that really is your only choice if you don't want to...

Let's start off with Robin Williams... Let's go with Good Morning Vietnam... Now that's a movie I haven't seen in eons... In fact I don't think I remember anything from it... Though I do remember parts of it were funny... Maybe I would have found it funnier or least enjoyed it more if I was a little older... In some ways I don't think I totally related to it... From here let's go to... Let's go with Forest Whitaker... That's the only name that sounds remotely familar...

Wow I didn't know that they are doing a cartoon version of where the Wild Things Are... I used to love that book as a child... That's pretty cool actually... Let's see who else is in it... I don't recognize any of the other names... oh well... Let's just go with the next person on the list Catherine Keener... Let's go with Friends with Money... Title sounds funny and I think i've heard about that one...

I haven't seen this one so I can't make too many witty comments... I'm not sure whether or not I want to see this one or not... Hmmm I guess I'll go with Jennifer Anniston...

The Break Up... Now that was a funny movie... I think anyone that's ever go through a break up can relate... Especially if it wasn't normal... And what's even funnier is how much of a funny couple... Anyway... Next of course I'll go with vince vaughn...

Let's go with Wedding Crashers... That movie was so funny... And the ending was just plain strange... Anyway it was funny... And I usually don't like Vince vaughn or owen wilson... i guess that's who I'll go with...

Let's go with Meet the Parents... That was a funny movie... I think I watched the whole thing... I definetly saw the funny parts... Let's go with Ben Stiller...

Something About Mary... Now that was a funny movie... One of the funniest scenes was when she used his load as hair gel... That was so funny... I still can't figure out how he got in on his ear... I guess I'll go with the obvious choice... Cameron Diaz...

Alright I'll go with the Mask... Now that was a funny movie... I haven't seen that movie in ages... Alrighty then... of course the obvious jim carrey...

Let's go with Batman Forever... I know a lot of people didn't like this movie... But I thought that Jim Carrey made it worth seeing let's face it he was a perfect Riddler... Of all the Batman movies this was the campiest... The last one was my favorite though... Let's see who should I pick... Let's go with Two Face... Tommy Lee Jones...

Let's gone with Men In Black... Now that was a funny movie... There were lots of funny scenes... It's been a long time since I've seen it though... And for that type of movie it really didn't have a bad plot... lets go with will smith... let's where I'll start tomorrow because I've had enough for now...

Out to Sea...

Today is one of those really beautiful days... The sun is shining... Blue skies go on forever... And there's not a single cloud for the eyes to see... The ocean is this bright crystal blue... On the edges the water is clear... And you can see the sand underneath... Along the edges of the water you can see a clear white foam... There are several sailboats and one or two speedboats along the ocean... To me it's one of those days that you wish could last forever... Just sitting there watching the waves sparkle and rock back and forth... And feel the breeze coming from the ocean rush over my body... Blowing through my hair and making it messy... The noise of the waves hitting the shore beckons me... To dip my toes in the cold water and feel the sand ticklee the skin between my toes... But to be honest on a day like today... I just want to want to lay on a bench... And visualize how that would feel... Partially because I'm just lazy... And because of fear of having to feel the cold water... Of course there's also the point that it's a private beach and not open to the public right now... And it is never open in the spot where I was sitting... So for now it's nice to just sit there and feel the warm basking glow of the sun... Imagining what it would be like sitting in the middle of my sailboat in the middle of the ocean...

Magnetic Forces

Like a lot of people there are a lot of things that I've attracted into my life. It could be as simple as finding an extra twenty when cleaning out an old purse. To something as big as attracting someone one special in your life. You know one of those people that makes your heart skip a beat, your pulse race, and your palms get all sweaty when you stand within twenty feet of them. All they have to do is throw you one glance, and you know they can read your inner-most thoughts.

I know it sounds kinda freaky, and to be honest I would be lying if I said that it didn't have that kinda effect on me. After all it's hard to believe that you can make something like that happen. And when it does it's not just hard to accept but also scary at times. In some ways it's ironic, because it's something that you wanted for as long as you can remember. For a long time I wasn't quite sure what do with it or how even to react to it. In some ways I felt I just wasn't ready for it, when it came. I guess that's what happens sometimes when you attract something in your life. You can't control when it comes. On a positive note though I can feel the feel the fear evaporating. Every day it evaporates more and more, losing a greater amount of momentum with each and every passing day. Besides I'm starting to appreciate the whole magnet attracted to a fridge thing.

Popeye the Sailorman

This morning is one of those really beautiful early summer mornings. The skies are blue and seem to go on endlessly forever. There are a few scattered clouds but they only add to the beauty of this morning. On the way into work, I took a peak at the bay and the water seemed to go on forever. All the sailboats were out with the appearance of being ready to sail off at a moment's notice. They were all lined up, and even though their sails were down you could tell that they have been already been out sometime recently. I've always wondered how people get to their boats when they are in the middle of the bay like that. It must be more expensive to keep the boats in a slip, but what do you do take a row boat up to your boat. That must look pretty silly, somebody climbing from a little row boat into a much bigger boat. As silly as that sounds what's sillier is someone swimming out to their boat. After all, some of the boats are pretty far out from shore. And besides you would think from all that swimming they would be to exhausted to work the sails. This morning must be the perfect morning for a sail. Perhaps even having breakfast at sea. It's not windy out today so there probably wouldn't be much work with the sails.

The Escape Song...

This song always makes me laugh... It's so silly but at the same time, it makes you think. How many people really trully know the person that they are with... You know really know what makes them tick... Knows what they are thinking before they do... There are so many people that just go through the motions of life... You know they don't bother to talk about their hopes and dreams with their significant other... When you think about it is that any way to live... I don't know about you but I wouldn't want to live like that... I would want to be with someone with similar hopes and dreams... At least when it comes to the big picture... If you want a simple laid back life, but they want something wild and crazy with like a Sex and the City type lifestyle how would things work... To me it's important to be with someone that's on the same wavelength... Or least on a similar color on the spectrum... If I'm on pale sky blue and they are on Christmas tree red... Well I just see that we would be too different... And I would just never put in the effort to make it work... Besides I've already done the opposites attract thing... It made me see the immense value of similarities last... I understand how opposites attract work for some people... Just not me... Don't get me wrong I understand that it's important to have different smaller dreams... Let's face it, there's nothing like when there's something important to you, and a loved one supports you in it... And then develops an interest in it themselves... If you ask me there's no greater feeling in the world... Then you are more than happy to do it for them in return... After all isn't that what compromise is all about...

A Day at the Movies...

Disclaimer: Hey let's go again... Alright I'll be nice I'll start with the darker colors this time... See sometimes I listen... And no not the songs but the movies...

We left all last time with James Earl Jones... A Star Wars movie worked last time so this time lets go with it again... Episode III... I know it was bad... but of the second batch it was the best...

Hmmm who should I pick this time... There are lots of options... Let's go with Samuel Jackson...

Let's go with farce of the penguins... talk about a funny title... I started watching it the other night it actually was pretty funny... maybe I should finish it... Who should go with this time... Let's go with James Belushi...

Let's go with Trading Places... Now that's a movie I haven't seen in ages... it was really funny... of course any movie where two people switch places is usually funny... who should I go to next... How about Eddie Murphy... I used to love his Buckwheat on SNL... Yes I am old enough to remember... but I was pretty young...

Alright let's go with Coming to America... That was one of the funniest Eddie Murphy movies... I haven't seen it years... but it was funny... they come to america... to find the African Prince a wife... He gets a job working in McDee's and falls in love with the boss's daughter... Alright who's next... James Earl Jones was in this too... I don't remember him there... No I didn't pick him... I took Arsenio Hall... I wonder if that's a mistake...

He used to have that silly talk show with the dog pound... Let's see if he was in any other movies... I really don't want to get in the tv trap... Oops... I couldn't resist... He was a voice on the Real Ghostbusters cartoon... I just couldn't resist I used to love that cartoon...

Let's go with Dave Coulier the dude from full house... who I didn't know was in this either... he must have been in a movie or two... Not too much unless I wanted to the Farce of the Penquins again... So let's go with Pinky and the Brain I used to love that cartoon...

Damn I used to have that theme song memorized... Now I can't remember how it starts... That's so strange... Let's go with Roddy McDowell... I really don't know him... but I recognize the name... so I figured I would perhaps get back to movies...

Doesn't seem to have any I recognize... So let's go with the love boat... you can snicker... But I used to love watching it when I was home sick for school as a kid... What it had good stories... Alright I'm a sucker for romance... At least I don't read any cheezy romance novels... Besides the bartender I can't remember his name was cool... And I couldn't help but laughing at gopher... lots of guest stars who should I go with... Let's go with John Ritter I used to love him on Three's Company... Where the kisses are hers.. his and hers... alright I messed up the lyrics... I remember it better when I'm drunk...

Let's go with problem child that was a funny movie... At least I remember it being that way... Of course I couldn't have been more than 14 or 15 when I saw it last maybe even younger... Let's face it's much easier to get a kid to laugh you just have to do silly hijinks... Alright let's go with Gilbert Gotfriend... I really don't remember him in it...

Let's go with Aladdin... That was such a good movie... I used to love it... It was one of the last cartoons I liked for awhile... Even though I was already in my hate cartoon phases... Alright we'll continue here tomorrow it's time to go... But I'll start with Robin Williams tomorrow...

Lost at Sea...

Today, for something different I decided to walk down by the beach, the real one, on my lunch hour. It was nice for a change of pace to go and check out something different. I walked along the cement path, for the length of the beach. It's kinda funny, when I was a little kid the beach there seemed so big. And now it just looks smaller, it's kinda funny how things look different as you get older. Anyway I walked down the path to watch along the fence where the bigger waves crash up against the rocks. I'm not totally sure why, but there's something about watching the waves crashing against the rocks. Perhaps there's something in the way that the waves hit the rocks in the same repeated motion, up and back all day long. I guess they would do the same thing at night too. And the way the whitecaps gain speed as they move toward the rocks until they eventually crash hard against the rocks. Eventually retreating to do the same thing again. In some ways it's very erotic, I think part of it is also the smell of the salt air. For some reason, I'm not quite sure why but there's something about the smell of the beach and the salt air that puts me in the mood.

After looking at the waves for a few minutes, I walked down the path the other way until I reached the other side. Here the waves are less harsh, and the rocks are less steep. So there's no fence there, and I walk up to the railing so I can enhale the sweet salty smell of the ocean. And feel and taste the ocean air wash over me, leaving it's distinct scent. Something about the experience is very exhilrating, almost totally freeing. It's very calming to stand there and listen to swishy swashy noise that the ocean waves make. When I sit down on the bench a few feet away it takes me a minute or two to hear the waves again. In some ways it's like when you find someone's heatbeat when laying down up on top of them. There's something totally serene and peaceful about it. I could have sat there all day, but alas my time was up. At least I can go back again tomorrow.

A Day at the Beach

One of the nicest things about working out here in the boondocks of Brooklyn, is the beautiful views. There's nothing like walking along the water and watching the waves rock back and forth. Today the water is one of the most beautiful blues I've ever seen. Today seems like the perfect day for a ride on a sailboat or even yacht. Actually this morning I saw a really big one moving along the shoreline. To be honest I'm not sure I would one that big. I just want one that would be big enough for a tiki bar, a pool table, and of course a jacuzzi. Of course a cabin or two below deck would be nice. To me that would the perfect way to spend at sea. Though the whole sailboat thing is nice too. What the hell, it's a fantasy I can have them both.

Anyway back to the views along the water, sorry I got a little distracted there. Kinda like when I went for my walk today. I got distracted while looking at the view, when I saw a ladybug fly by and land. Of course, i got distracted again and totally lost her, she probably flew off when I looked away for a few seconds. Maybe she was taking in the view today, too. It's funny I don't miss coming to work, but I do miss the view. I love watching the waves move, the ships along the ocean, and the birds play in the sand. The ocean looked so inviting today, all I wanted to do was dip my toes in. And feel the goose bumps that you get when you first dip your big toe in the water. Sometimes if it's cold enough you get a shiver down your spine. But those two seconds it takes to get used it, is totally worth it for the feeling of the water wash over your feet. The sand between your toes, and of course the way the salty air tastes when you breathe it in. And the way the breeze flies through your hair and makes it smell like sand. There's nothing quite like a day at the beach if you ask me.

Life... Live it... Appreciate it...

The sunshine the last couple of days has been practically the perfect way to start the summer. All the skies have been blue and open. The types of days that you just want to stay outside and enjoy the sunshine. Maybe watch the clouds move around the sky. And see if you could see any cool formations. I know it sounds so cheezy. For a long time I thought stuff like that was cheezy myself. But I dunno I've just learned that it's important to appreciate the little things in life. Why, well why not? And besides life is better when you learn how to appreciate the little stuff in life. The type of stuff that most people never even bother to stop and think about. Because I know for a long I didn't and life is just better when you just do. Otherwise you just going through the motions, of waking up going through each day. Then going to sleep and waking up and doing it all over again. What really is the point of that? I dunno about you, but I really don't see the point in living like that. To me I rather appreciate everyday, maybe not as if it's my last, well because they always seemed so morbid to me. But to appreciate it because well it's just better that way, and let's face it life's just better that way.

Reel Fun...

Disclaimer: Just thought of a new way to entertain myself while bored at work... Go from one movie to the next... On IMDB... I used to do it in college when I was bored... Let's start from the Gremlins... After all I'm already on the page... Convenience is key after all...



Gremlins... Let's see who's on the page that I know....



Let's go with Corey Feldman... I really don't recognize any of the other actor's names... Which leads to... wow he was in the first turtles movie... no I'm not picking that one... Stand by Me... I used to love that movie... Another one that I haven't seen in years. I used to think that movie had such a great storyline... Talk about going down memory lane....



Hmmm who should I pick next... Let me see if I could remember some of the other actors... before scrolling down... It was Will Wheaton... Boy was he dreamy... River Phoenix... I can't remember the others... Oh yeah Jerry O'Connel from My Secret Identity... I guess I'll go with River Phoenix... Show some respect I guess...

Wow I didn't know he was in Indiana Jones and the last Crusade... As a young Indy... How cool is that... Is that the one with the big rolling ball... That was the coolest scene from all the Indy movies... I heard they are making a new one... On second thought that would have been the temple of Doom... I guess we'll go next with Harrison Ford... That's an easy choice...

Another easy choice... Star Wars... I know I'm such a geek... I still say that the third one was the best... Luke I'm your father... Actually wasn't that the second one... God it's been awhile since I've sat through them... I went when they came out when I was in College... Hey I was too young the first time they came out... I wish they would re-lease them again... Those movies just aren't the same on the small screen... Hmmm who should I go with now... Let's go with James Earl Jones... He's got that booming voice...

Time to leave work... I'll continue from here on tuesday when I come back...

Don't Feed Them After Midnight...

It's funny how one alien movie... Makes you think of another one... Another movie that I haven't seen in ages... I used to love this movie... Gizmo was of course my favorite part of the movie... How could you not like gizmo... Wow I totally forgot that water caused them to multiply... Kinda a funny thing to forget... I guess it's a good thing I don't have a pet gremlin... I remembered that food after midnight turned them into those ugly scaly things... I'm surprised they don't have it on cable more often... Though to be honest I've never really looked for it... And I don't care what you say they got the idea from those stupid furbies from them... My cousin had one and I'm sorry but it looked just like gizmo... Though come to think of it can you really blame them for trying... Gizmo is so cute... I know sometimes I'm like a big kid...

E.T. Phone Home

My last blog make me think... What was the first move that I saw in the theater... that wasn't a cartoon... Hmmm I actually have to think about it for a minute... Ahhh yeah ET of course... I wonder how old I was... let me look and see what year it came out... Wow 1982... So I must have been about 5... No wonder that much from seeing it on the screen... All I remember was that I saw it... And telling my Mom afterwards that she left during the best part to get snacks... It's kind funny when you look back what you remember... Like what I remember the most from the movie was the scene with the Reese's Pieces... Hey I was like five and probably loved candy... When you think about it that's a really great product placement... If you think about it was one the best of the first really good product placements... I know I just got all geeky... We all have to be geeky about something... It's kinda funny when you think about it that I was an ad geek at five... I was probably the only one who loved to watch cartoons for cereal commercials... How boring would life be if there wasn't something a little wacky that you got excited about...

Weekend at Bernie's

I can't quite explain why... But really hot days like today remind me of that movie... I haven't seen that movie in ages... So I'm not quite sure why... Maybe it's because it was a summer movie... And took place on a warm day like today... Can you imagine actually carrying around a dead body for two days... In heat like today... Wouldn't a dead dude really stink... I think in real life the smell would have been a give away... I know that's so gross... It must have been very heavy to carry a dead body around... What's it called when the body becomes heavier after death... I remember hearing about that in Biology class...

I Guess Cougers Aren't Just Cats...

Sometimes I think the hardest part of these blogs... Is trying to figure out how to start them... Most often when you don't have a subject in mind... But also on some occasions... When you do... But for some reason you can't decide how to start... Especially when it's a story... And I don't totally remember how it starts... All I remember was I was talking about dating... I can't remember why we started talking about dating... Oh yeah I remember now... This guy that I had been chatting with online suddenly called me out of blue... We never met or chatted on the phone... To be honest I didn't remember who he was right away... It was like at least two months ago the last time we chatted... He wanted to make plans because he was gonna be in the area soon yadda yadda yadda... So I told him I wasn't sure what I would be doing... And to call me when he was in the area... Sorry but it's been two months and we never met or spoke... I'm not gonna break my back for you... Besides something in the way he spoke... Reminded me of Forest Gump... And unless you are doing an impression of him... It's not cool to remind me of him... Still not as bad as George Constanza though...

Anyway... After I got off my cellphone... One of co-workers commented that I didn't seem to into him... I explained the Forest Gump thing... And then I explained that I just felt he was too old... She asked how old he was and I said I didn't remember exactly... But maybe somewhere around thirty-five... She said that's not that much older than you... And I explained how yeah yeah older guys have "experience" but that it also comes with "baggage"... and not the lightweight stuff but like trunk size... And I was saying how younger dudes you usually don't have to deal with that... And then I told her besides... Then I could pop some cherries... That's when she called me a couger... Of course I said what's wrong with that... I explained how in high school I used to joke around that I was gonna have a midlife crisis when I hit forty and leave my husband for a younger model... Hey men do it all the time... That's reverse sexism...

Blue Fantasies

Today like the rest of the week... Has been absolutely beautiful... Today the sun is shining... And the water is brightly glistening... You could see the whiteheads on the tops of the waves for like a mile away... It's so clear out that you can see the water for miles on end... Everyday this week when I went for lunch... I've seen a sailboat... It appears like it's the same one each time... That must be a nice way to spend an afternoon... Just sailing along the water... Feeling the cool breeze whip through your hair... And basking in the sun's rays... Having lunch at sea... And a glass of wine... Maybe even two or three... Smelling and breathing in the fresh salt air... Watch the waves rock back and forth... Hopefully the boat will be big enough... So that I can't feel them... But there is something that I find unexplainably fascinating... About watching the waves crash against the shore... Actually I love watching them when they go slower... But then they don't make that loud splishy spashy sound... It's a lot more sedate... But when they go slower... You can see how their path effects the beach... Leaving it's mark behind... And I'm not quite sure why but there's something more seductive about the waves when they move slower... Something almost hypnotic about it... Maybe I just like fantasising about the water...

The Jack-Hammer Man

I'm trying to decide if I think that my dating life reminding of Seinfeld is funny or sad. Hey at least I can laugh at it, if I took everything very seriously life wouldn't be much fun. I know I could wish for my dating life to be more like Sex and the City, but I don't know how realistic that would be. First of all there are way more unattractive people living in New York in real life. And lets face it's not exactly safe to sleep with that many people in real life. The only thing sleeping with that many sex partners is good for is eventually catching something less than desirable. And I'm not talking about the type of thing that can be cured with Mom's chicken noodle soup. Needless to say unlike Samantha I've never had a strong desire to sleep with someone the first time I met them. So you can be sure that I haven't slept with a guy we tried to steal my cab, or the UPS guy the first time he brought me a package at work or my friend's doorman. And besides would I really want to sleep with a guy that does that? I know you could tell me that Samantha is a woman, and she's a slut. Let me tell you that's a double standard and I've never been a fan of those. I've always thought it's horrible that she would be a considered a slut, but a man that does the same thing, it's considered experience. Call me old fashioned, but lots of sex partners doesn't equal experience in my book. Because let's face it, if a man has an unlimited supply of bedroom bunnies, he's not gonna put much time or effort into improving his moves. No I'm not being nasty, I understand that he doesn't that he doesn't need to. I don't blame him in fact I would probably would do the same thing if I were in his position. Unlike other women I won't complain or bitch about him, I just won't sleep with him in the first place. But I will tease them about sleeping with guys who I love to call Jackhammer Men.

The Seinfeld Zone...

I guess it's kinda like the Twillight Zone, just where everything is funny instead of strange. It's funny how we make fun of Seinfeld. But I think to a large degree it's because it's true to life, especially the relationship parts. Otherwise, why else would it be so funny. I know, I know what is this chick droning on about now? Recently I went on a couple of dates with a dude I met in a bar. Yes I know several people did tell me that nothing ever heads anywhere good with someone that you meet in a bar. And if you weren't thinking that, before you get all you are being all cynical on me, I didn't say it, and I heard it from both men and women.

Anyway after the first date he reminded me of Chandler from Friends. I know what you are thinking, but there are worse characters that he could remind me of, which by the way I'll get to. Besides the Chandler thing worked on him. He was kinda sarcastic but in a cute and witty way. So then we go on the second date, and then he started telling me stories about his life. And he just reminded me of a younger George Constanza. Not totally because he's had some areas with bad luck in his life. But because of his negative attitude towards them. In some ways he was a total downer.

Of course, the big question is how is this like Seinfeld? Well in some ways it's just like something that would happen to one of the characters on the show. The dude was like Two Face from Batman, you know opposite extremes. And it reminded me of the episode where Jerry dated this woman that one minute would be really attractive, and then the next minute would be almost ugly. It was so bad that someone didn't realize that it was her, and told her that Jerry had another girlfriend. The funniest part was that the only place that she looked attractive was the back booth in the coffeeshop.

It Had to be You...

The last few days it's been very beautiful outside... Everyday gets better than the last... Those types of days that you wish you could spend every moment of sunshine outside... Enjoying the sun's beautiful rays... And the warmth of it's glow... Then feeling a cool breeze rush through your hair... I know it sounds kinda cheesy... Like something that you would expect to hear on an ad for a sports car... or even a motorcycle... No I don't want one of those... I know I'm obsessed with hitting the open road... But with something nice and safe... With for wheels flat on the ground... And I probably would hurt myself with one of those things... I'm such a klutz... In some ways it's kinda funny that I don't want one... Because when I was a little kid... In the amusement park... of all the ones that would go round and circles... It was one of my favorites... Because it could do wheelies... Maybe I just got it out of my system... Looking back I liked the boats too... I used to like ringing the little bell... Hey I know it's a little bizarre... But all kids I think are into something that can be described that way...

The Man in the Big Yellow Hat...

They say that curiousity is what killed the cat... I wonder if that's why the cat has nine lives... I'm just wondering... What about Curious George... I think he just has luck on his side... It seems like whatever mischief he caused... Well the man in the big yellow hat got stuck fixing... Maybe it wasn't so much luck... but his ability to climb up high that would always rescue him... after all the man in the big yellow hat couldn't do that... I know where did this suddenly come from... I'm not really sure... I guess it's true what they say about the mind working in mysterious ways... Mine sometimes certainly mystifies me... I'm not quite sure why I suddenly thought of Curious George... Though I did love his books as a child... Somehow I related to him... I think because I used to get myself into mischief like him... Maybe I should have wished for a man in a big yellow hat to get caught in my messes... I think everyone could use him every once in awhile... Though now I'm grown up enough to know that wishing for a man in a big yellow hat... isn't gonna make him come out of the middle of thin air... I guess I've learned that I need to fix my own messes... Well I should look on the bright side... Not everyone has learned that... I guess there are worse cartoon characters I could relate to... Charlie Brown... Garfield... Odie... Skeletor... To name a few...

Colors of the Wind...

Disclaimer: I'm in the mood to go rainbow... Don't worry I'm gonna leave out... The really bright colors again... But I'm gonna leave out the really dark ones... And of course the colors... That make my rainbow look boring... Stop pouting... If I left out all the colors you didn't like... It wouldn't be much of a rainbow... Besides it's a sunny Spring day... So I'm in a good mood... I'm gonna do two lines at a time again... The only challenge is that I'm running out of rainbow titles... Last time I had to use Rainbow Brite... Yes I know there could be worse titles... I know I'm starting to duplicate some songs... I'm just to lazy to keep track... Though it does frustrate me a little...





I don't know this song... I don't think I've heard it before... You look like who you say you are... Lock up all the doors... now these dudes... look so tough... but I've heard they're not... 1956... can't wait until I can do it again... Come to think of it... I've never heard any stories about them... I heard that the drummer's name is beard... And he's the only one without one... Busted it out... The beat of this song reminds me of the theme of night court... I know the beats way off... So I'm not sure why... this is so different from the rest of their stuff... it sounds way to electric... the only bands that I'll put up with that from... is Yes... Rush... and Dream Theater... And I'm not quite sure why... I know I'm weird... But if you are reading this... should you really talk... I think that's a keyboard... Thank god it's over...





Long intro... At least I think so... They usually have one... I've seen women... Look to the sky... I've never seen a women... that make me feel like you do... glazy look in her eyes... I don't think I've heard this one before... It makes me laugh... It's so silly... Not like you do... I could be cynical and say how many times does he say that... But that wouldn't really be fair... since women do that stuff too... Okay this solo is getting a little old... it's the same thing over and over again... Now I've seen women cross their legs... Gee I never would have guessed... Never seen a woman who can make me feel like you do... Well they say that each person you date will have a different effect on you... So come to think of it it's not much of a surprise... Listen to me baby... Gotta believe me... This reminds me of something you would hear in Rocky Horror... I'm not quite sure why... maybe it's because it's kinda cheesy in the same way... like so cheesy it's good... so you can laugh at it... this from the girl that's tone deaf...





Holy moses... I've seen the spector... he's been here too... distanct cousin... three in row I don't remember... but I rated this one... hmmm... Wind has changed direction... I think wind does that quite often... Is Elton John singing a gospel song... That's different... I guess nothing shocks to me... With my hair down to my shoes... He would look funny with hair down to my shoes... though some of things he wore in the seventies... was pretty out there... if you've seen some old seventies pics... Alright he may not be the greatest singer... but boy can he tickle of the ivories... I wonder how that expression got started... He's my brother... let us live in peace...





Cool a dylan song... you walk into the room with your pants in your hand... who is that man... you don't understand... just don't know what you'll say when you get home... alright who's mister jones... somebody points to you... alright this dude is pretty stoned... am I here all alone... and has women trouble... somehow dylan having women trouble isn't surprising... go watch the geek... why do they always pick on the geek... how does it feel to be a freak... what if you aren't a freak but you aren't the popular kid... many contacts among the lumberjacks... expect you to give a check... is it just me or is he too cynical for his own good... listening to dylan is starting to explain my parents world view... that's scary if you ask me... How it feels... here is your throat back... i think he used that because it fit... who borrows a throat... one eyed midget... give me some milk... or go home... it's funny how when you leave some of the song out... how nothing fits... I guess a song is like a puzzle... if one piece is in the wrong place... something just seems off... a crossword could be another good example...

You arrived... you came over me... slid under my door... reason to admit i'm to lazy... i like this band... i like the lyrics to this song... but why is it going so slow... It's putting me to sleep... so easily... some love somewhere... is he trying to yodel... or gargle... never stood before... girl you might just stay the night... does she get a vote... Maybe I got some love for someone... Maybe I... I think it's yodeling... that he is trying to do... I've never tried... I think I would sound pretty silly... just trying believe... Maybe I... I like the piano... it sounds kinda harpish... but I don't like the yodeling thing he's got going on... Is he trying sell ricolas... You know those horrible tasting cough drops.... Maybe I let you do....

You make good up... for all the nasty tricks you pull... girl you gotta change your ways... heading out to hollywood... giving bad looks good... it's funny he's always singing a heartbroken song about women... I'm going crazy... I don't think I've ever heard him sing an upbeat one... What can I do... I feel like the color blue... You are packing up your stuff... And telling me that it's time to go... That kinda loving makes me want to pull down the shade... Actually don't wanna miss a thing... is a very upbeat song... it's one of my favorites... though that summer it came out they overplayed it on the radio... I'm losing my mind... Going crazy... I need your love... Honey... I need your love... Crazy... I remember when this album came out... I liked aerosmith before... but after this album... I went totally crazy over them... There just was turning back... No I didn't have crushes on them... They are way too old... maybe if I was a teenager in the 70s...

Take the way home... leads back to sullivan street... cross the water... through the town... pass the shadows... this song I don't know... but I like the lyrics... but I think the melody could use some speed... take the way home that leads back to sullivan street... but I do love the piano... she remembers... she hides whenever meet... though slow songs are better for the purposes of this game... drowning in her sea... crawling on her knees... down on her knees... this band had disappeared for long time... I remember when their first album came out... they were huge... I remember seeing them at jones beach... there was a huge thunderstorm that night... they opened for the wallflowers... that was another band that disappeared after the first album... jacob dylan's band... both bands had very talented song writing kinda sad...

Simply Irresistable...

The sun is brightly shining... The skies are open for as far as the eyes can see... Clouds are spread... And scattered... There's nothing as beautiful... As a warm Spring day... The perfect day for ice cream cone... I haven't had one in ages... For some reason I make a mess... The ice cream always drips all over the place... Then of course everything gets sticky... And if no one is looking... I of course lick my fingers... Mmmmm.... Just think of all the flavors... Vanilla Fudge... or German Chocolate... or perhaps Mint Chocolate Chip... Cookies Dough... or Cookies and Cream... I know it seems like I have too many favorites... Maybe that I can't choose just one is a blessing at times... Because sometimes when I can't pick a flavor I don't get it... All I know is the thought of ice cream makes my mouth water... Just remembering how the texture and the tastes feels in my mouth... And I dream of Baskin Robbins... Ben and Jerry's... Cold Stone... No matter what brand... Mmmm it tastes so good... I can't help but lick my lips... One time for every scoop... Maybe even each bite... Ooh I can just taste it right now... Throw on some hot fudge... Even though sometimes it drips... Although Sometimes that's the best part... And now I'm in heaven... Boy do I love those nuts too... It's all making me drool now... And I go so wild for bananas... Nothing tops whipped cream... I love just putting a little on the tip of my finger and licking it off... Yeah nothing tops whipped cream... Except for maybe a cherry or two... Or three... What's not to love about cherries... They're ooh so sweet... And if you promise to be good... Perhaps I'll share... Maybe even give you a cherry or two...

Take My Breath Away

One of the nicest things, actually one of the only nice things, about working here in no man's land is the beautiful views along the water. I love watching the waves as they hit the shoreline. There's something about the swooshy noise that the waves make that I find fascinating. I'm not really quite sure, I think it's because the waves maintain this rhythm. Even it starts to move faster and faster. Something about watching the waves move makes me want to dip my toes in, even though I know that the water is freezing cold. So cold that it will send goose bumps up and down my spine. All I know is that I would love to feel the sand between my toes, and feel the waves wash over my feet. The waves beckon towards me, calling me to feel the rhythm of their swoosh. To feel the way their waves rock back in forth. At faster and faster speeds, to they hit their peak, and then slow down again. Until they build up speed again, to reach their next peak. The waves will follow this pattern all day, everyday. It's pretty amazing when you think about it. There aren't too many things in nature that can do that.

Hit Number 300

Hey in baseball they say if you hit 300 career homeruns you have pretty decent shot of getting in the Hall of Fame. I've actually been there, and I was surprised that I liked as much as I do. For some reason I thought it would be very boring, after all it is a museum for a sport. But it mostly had memorbelia. So it was kind a like a Hard Rock Cafe only with baseball and everything had written descriptions. Speaking of Hard Rock, I still haven't been the Rock and Roll Hall of fame, I've always wanted to go. But who exactly wants to go out of their way to go to Cleaveland anyway. What's there besides the Hall of Fame.

Anyway, back to the subject at hand. I was really besides how much I liked it up there. The town itself was so nice and peaceful. The only places that I've been to that were more peaceful was Vermont and Maine. It's hard to believe but Montipelier the capital only had about 8,000 residents. It really was a cute little town, it was fun going and checking out all the small little towns in the area. My favorite part though had to be the movie theater. It was one of those really old fashioned ones, and in the popcorn was really actual butter. None of that fake imitiation stuff, you could actually put your hand in and feel globs of butter. I wonder if it's still there. Sorry I got distracted there. The one thing I was dispointed about Cooperstown was that there were all those sailboats around, and none them sold cruises along the lake. There was a really nice fireworks display, they shot them over the mountain and it was really nice. I was real surprised that such a small town could put on such a nice display. Of course the nicest fireworks I've ever seen were in Disney World, specifically Epcot. They had this part that showed the World as a globe and it twirled around the water. It's kinda hard to put into words, especially since I'm doing it from memory and it's been at least three years. Come to think of there was lots of really cool things in Disney World. There was the parade of lights in the Magic Kindom, everything lit up and changed colors. Oops I guess I got distracted again. Let's see if there's anything else I could remember about Cooperstown. Oh remember there was lots of ice cream places all over that, I guess they do really well up there because of all the kids. There was also a couple of other musuems, I don't remember much about them. Oh yeah one was an art museum, I remember thinking it was awfully small. And there was a Farm museum, I remember they talked about beer, what was that stuff called, oh yeah hops. Anything else I can remember, oh yeah there was this batting cage that threw nothing but curve balls. I don't think I hit a single ball. Oh well.

Fun in the Sun

I don't know about anyone else, but I've always been one of those people that as the seasons change I reminsce about memories from prior years. So as summer approaches with, with Memorial Day arriving next Monday I of course think of summertime memories. My childhood vacation memories are probably pretty typical, you know the usual, playing in the backyard, going to the beach on the Jersey shore, going upstate, yadda yadda yadda. My first vacation memory I was about 3 or 4, I remember we were out on Long Island. I remember hearing my parents say that there was an oil spill. And I distinctly remember that the sand was all black and smelled funny. Come to think of it, if I remember correctly we didn't go back after that summer. After that we started going to the Jersey shore, of course I didn't complain because down there was all the excitement of the rides and the boardwalk.

I could go on about childhood beach memories, but I'm sure that would get boring. Or maybe I'm just too lazy to remember them all right now. Anyway as I get older, I remember spending summers hanging out with my friends. For a few summers we hung out at one of my friends' houses where they had a pool. In Brooklyn pools are a rare commity. If we weren't there we were in Marine Park, and of course the guys would bring their silly super soakers. I think it was just an excuse to get our t-shirts wet. Looking back I probably didn't appreciate those easy carefree days enough. I guess when you are young you don't realize that you won't have enough time to enjoy warm summer days as much. After all how many teenagers think, soon I'll be sitting at desk five days a week, let me enjoy this now. I know I certainly didn't think like that.

Thoughts Are Things

Perception, we never put much thought into it, but it's very powerful. How we perceive things, places and other people has a huge impact on hom we towards them. One of the biggest reasons is one small adjustment, and it can change as quickly as a thunderstorm comes on a hot muggy summer day. Perhaps even as quickly as one could snap their fingers. I know what is this chick rambling about now? Maybe I'm not really sure myself. Right now it feels like the thoughts inside my head are being jumbled around like a baby's rattle. Lately it seems like my perception of things have rapidly changing. A lot of things seem to have done a 180 degree flip. If it was 360 degrees everything would be in the same place. I can't believe that I remember anything from high school geometry. I know that algebra and trigometry flew out of my head once I didn't need them anymore. All I remember from the quadratic equation is that goes in one of square root boxes. See that's the perfect example of perception. I perceived that it wasn't important, so I forgot it all. I know I totally flew off the topic of this entry. Maybe I was bored of my rambling, or maybe I was just confusing myself. Or maybe I'm just frustrated with myself because I let the way I perceived things to cause me to misjudge someone.

The Happy Bunny

There aren't too many things in life that I'm sure of. But there's one thing that I know for sure. Life is meant to be lived to the fullest. After all we only have one shot on this planet. It's not like we can come back, and on the off chance we do it's not like we know what will come back as. Everyday that we wake up we should cherish life. Every sunrise, sunset, cool ocean breeze we can see feel and appreciate. Every morsel of food that we taste we should enjoy. Therefore, I always save room for dessert whenever I can. After all man can't live my brussel sprouts alone. have I ever mentioned my distaste for them, I still haven't forgiven my mom for making me eat them as a child. Hell she still tries to make me eat them on occasion when I go over for dinner.

I know, and I do believe that whole body is a temple thing. It's not like I'm one of those people that goes and shovels McDee's in their mouth and stomach everyday. But at the same time I understand that life is meant to be enjoyed. And for me that would include the occasional, alright more than that, cookie, scoop of ice cream, cupcake or candy bar. I just try not to eat them all at once, after all my mouth is only so big. And maybe I'm not the best at excerisng everyday, alright you got me again, I'm pretty bad at it. I spend a decent chunk of my day chained to a desk, I have no intention of volunteering my time chained to a treadmill. To me that's no better than a rat in a cage. Or at the very least, a hamster on one of those big wheels. But by no means am i lazy, I can walk for hours, and every day I play badmitton with a couple of co-workers in the afternoon.

Anyway the point of this long blog can be summed up by saying that life is meant to be enjoyed. You know lived to the fullest. And if I enjoy a few sweets it won't kill me. Besides man wasn't meant to live by alfa sprouts and lettuce alone. I'll worry about living like that if I come back in the next life as a bunny rabbit.

Round Here

Today is another one of those beautiful days... That you wish you wish you could stay outside all day... And watch the boats slip by... When I went to lunch I saw a sailboat moving along the shore... With such a nice breeze like today... It seems like it would be the perfect way to spend the day on a day like today... You know just taking the day one breeze at a time... Maybe have a Mai Tai at sea... By the way what exactly is in there... I say it because I like the way it sounds... It sounds like something you would drink while on a beach... With nothing better to do but sit back and watch the waves move back and forth... Alright maybe I'll have ice tea on the boat... Even better lemonade... Fresh squeezed... I used to love getting it as a kid on the jersey shore... They had orangeade too... Yum that stuff was so good... With Curley's Fries... Curley's always made the best fries... It's kinda funny when you look back... That it's little things like that you remember... Your parents spend all this time and effort planning trips... And one of things you remember the most... Is the fucking lemonade... Looking back I'm glad my parents never planned elaborate trips... That they emptied their bank accounts for... It taught me how to appreciate the little things... Like making sandcastles on the beach... I know I want the same thing for my kids when I have them...

The Big Question

I think there's one big question that a lot people, spend a lot time wondering about. I myself, have spent a decent time questioning it, I think once most people hit about sixteen it becomes an important issue. The question, is of course, "What do I want out of life?" Lately it's been something that I've spent some time pondering. To be honest, for a long time I had just been going through the motions. I never really spent much time thinking about the bigger picture, and I just went through life one day at time.

And I realized one of the reasons that I never really thought much about it, is because I never really wanted a complicated life. There probably are some people that would call my hopes and dreams boring. In my opinion life is meant to be lived stress free. You know with a comfortable home or even better, comfortable homes. Hopefully having enough money saved to not be trapped to desk for a life sentence. Some time to travel, you know hit the open road with the roof down. Don't get me wrong i do want to travel overseas, but we have such a beautiful country. And there's really so little of it that I've seen. I want to see it for my own eyes, with the roof down, or at least the sunroof, with like Highway to Hell or something like that playing. Eventually it would be nice to do the whole settling down thing with someone special who shares the same goals and dreams. And maybe along the way help a few people; friends, family and strangers. To me that's all you need out of life. All I need out of life is to not have to serve a prison sentence to a desk, a nice house(s), some traveling, and someone special to share it all with. I don't know but to me that's the perfect little life.

Animal Instinct

They say too much thinking is never a good thing. There are people that say if you think long you think wrong. And to a large degree, they are right. After all we are still animals, and animals act on instinct. Often, we try to deny that we are still just animals, I think because we like to think we are above such things. Let's face it, sometimes there are people that must overcome thinking too much. I should know, I've always been an over-thinker. As humans, we've been given a very powerful minds. We probably have one of the best, if not the best mental capacities of in all of the animal kingdom. If you ask me, there are times when we let it give us big heads. Anyway, needless to say our urge to over think at times can be very strong. I know, from personal experience, I tend to be one of those people that thinks out almost every action. Don't get me wrong, there were a lot of times when I was glad, because it prevented me from making a rash decision. But then there were times when it held me back. And then there were times when I wished I would have acted more rashly. However, when you think about it, you can't live life with regrets about past decisions. After all it is the best and it's not gonna do you any good. You gotta just take things as a lesson, learn from them, and just keep on truckin'.

Dating or Something Like it In the Big Apple

Dating in New York, can be a little what's the word, perhaps frustrating, maybe even exhausting at times. Let's face it, there are a decent number of people carrying their fair share of baggage with them. and I'm not even talking about the carry-on or overnight bag kind. I'm talking about the old fashioned trunk that people of your grandparents' generation used to travel overseas for two months or even to come to America. I used to think that I had baggage before I started dating again. But let me tell you, dating again has been an eye opening experience.

And I know what you are thinking, this chick is about to go into a rant about men. But I'm not, because this is something that transcends gender. I've heard about these kinds of issues from my friends, but to be honest I really didn't believe it until I was back in the dating pool. I was shocked that that there were people out there that would transfer what issues they had with their exes onto whatever new person they would date. Take for example, one of my girlfriends had an ex that cheated, and every new guy she dates she expects the same behavior. She just automatically assumes that all men are dogs. Which really isn't fair, how can you assume that a whole gender will behave like that. How about an example from the other side? I recently went out on two dates with this guy. To be honest i'm not totally sure why I bothered with the second one. But he was a nice guy and I wanted to give him a shot. Anyway, his ex-girlfriend was very needy and clingy and he just assumed that I and every other woman he dated would behave the the exact same way.

The funny thing is that before these experiences I thought I had a lot of baggage. I thought this because there was a small part of me that still had resentment issues with my ex. But I never blindly assumed that all men are dogs. Call me naive perhaps, but my experiences with my ex made me think more that there was a nice guy out there for me. In some ways I think it gave me the ability to appreciate the nice guy more when he comes along. I know, I've heard that there aren't that many nice guys out there but you only need one. I think most women say that they want a nice guy, but they really don't because I've seen several girlfriends trample all over them. Anyway that's a whole different blog. Maybe I just need to find a nice guy that thinks the same way. You know that doesn't want a bitch and is willing to wait for nice girl. Every date I go on makes me want to wait for right nice guy.

Ooey Gooey

I don't know why but today I've been thinking about nothing but ooey gooey cupcakes from the Tea Lounge. They are the best cupcakes I've ever had. The thought of the buttercream frosting makes my mouth water. And the cake is so soft that you need a fork or spoon to eat it or it will get all over the place. I guess you wouldn't need it, but then you have to eat it in like two bites. Ooh I'm getting hungry just thinking about it, I think I hear my stomach starting to grumble. When I eat them it's so hard to not lick the frosting off my fingers. Though I must admit if I take home instead, I always do. It's so hard to resist, after all who can see my bad manners anyway. My favorite is the one with cookie on top, oh I start to drool just thinking about it. I can't help but lick my lips just thinking about it, those darn things are almost as good as sex. Well I guess it depends on who the sex is with. Or you could combine the two, now that would be heaven. Hey you can work the calories off, they say there's no better work out then really good sex. Alright maybe not, I just want to feel less guilty about eating the cupcakes. What's better than adding another guilty pleasure to it. I guess it's a good thing that the cupcake place is all the way over in Park Slope. Otherwise I'd put on ten pounds just in cupcakes.

the Glass is Half Full

For some reason today I've been struggling to find the words to fill my blogs with. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe the sunshine has fried my brain, or maybe I'm just trying to hard to think. They always say that inspiration comes when you least expect it. Of course, there's lots of things that they say that about. It could be they just say that about a whole bunch of things, to see what sticks. I know I sound like a pessimist when I say that. What is that they say that you should look at the glass as half full and not half empty. I don't know about you but I really don't think about it, I just drink it. Though I admit sometimes can be a bit of a guzzler. Not very often, it's not like I'm a Frat Boy. It's funny wherever I hear the term Frat Boy, I think of Revenge of the Nerds. I haven't seen that movie in eons, but that was a really funny movie. Actually it was more than one movie wasn't it. Of course, there's the other movie you can immediately associate with Frat Boys, Animal House. That's another movie that I haven't seen in ages. I guess this is not the moment of inspiration, since I've just started rambling about Frat Movies that I haven't seen in like ten or fifteen years. Maybe I should call it quits while I'm ahead. After all there's not much more annoying than a bunch of frat boys.

Ridge By the Bay

I did one on Brooklyn, so I figured why not look up Bay Ridge on Wikipedia. Or as it's sometimes more commonly referred to as, Bar Ridge. I've heard this part of the history, but I figured it should be added in the blog, because the history probably is the most interesting part of the article. The area was orginally called Yellow Ridge, because of the yellow soil in the area. But because of a Yellow Fever outbreak they decided to change it to Bay Ridge instead. The views attracted wealthy people to build summer homes in the area, but after the creation of the R train, working class people wanting to live some place quieter moved in. I've heard this part before too, Owl's Head Park used to be the Bliss Private Residence. It's not that big a park, but as a private residence it would be huge. That is news to me I didn't know actor Scott Baio was from Bay Ridge. When I was a kid I wished he would come over to babysit me. And I did know that Robert E Lee and Stonewall Jackson were stationed at Fort Hamilton at one point. That's funny the article didn't give me any new info.

Water's Edge

Today is the perfect day to take your lunch and sit outside. There's nothing like sitting in the sun watching the sparkling waves rock back and forth. The birds are chiping, actually gulls make more of a gutteral kinda noise. I can't imagine a better way to spend a beautiful afternoon like today. I'm not quite sure why but there's something that I find fascinating about watching the waves move. It could be that there is something soothing about watching the waves move. I guess it's because they keep the same pattern, consistly moving to the same rhythm whether they gain or lose speed. If you think about it's quite amazing how no matter what the waves manage to keep the same beat. After all there are too many things that can do that.

Sunny Days...

This morning is so beautiful outside, the water is glistening, the sun is shining. You can see the water for miles. And if you look all the way down to the far horizon, you can see where the water and sky blur together. To me it's one of those mornings that you wish you could spend the entire day outside and lounge around in the sun. It's one of those days that if you were still about six or seven you would be skipping down the street. Like to play hop scotch, kick the can or skully. Wow those are games I haven't played in eons, at least 20 years actually probably more like 25. I think the only one I remember any of the rules to is hop scotch. And even that's pretty fuzzy right about now. When you look back it's kinda funny how much stuff we forget from when we were little.

On The Sunny Side of The Street

Today you can tell is going to be one of those really beautiful Spring days. The blue skies are clear with just a few scattered white puffy clouds. The clouds look so light and puffy that they look like you can bounce a quarter off them. It's one of those days that you wish you could stay outside all day and throw a frisbee or something like that. Yeesh I don't even remember the last time I threw one of those, it's gotta be at least five years maybe more. I'm not really sure why I suddenly thought of it. I guess when you see days like this on tv or in the movies they seem to always have one. Anyway today seems like the perfect day to spend in a park with a blanket, a picnic lunch, and just unwind.

The Concrete Jungle

They say that New York is the concrete jungle. It's one of those expressions I've heard since I was a little kid. To a certain extent it's one of those things that taught while growing up. Kinda like taking candy and lifts from from strangers. Let's face it this concrete jungle thing, is one of the reasons that New Yorkers have this reputation of being cold and unfriendly. What's sad is that there are times when we believe it ourselves. It's one of those reasons why New Yorkers don't smile unless someone else smiles first. It's why we tend to walk with our eyes facing downward. And it certainly is why we look at someone funny if they maintain eye contact. Let's face it, it's engrained in us since we were little kids. Is there a point to all this? To be honest it's just the random thoughts of a rambling New Yorker trying to explain the behaviors that come off as rude of the city that she loves.

No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn

Since I wrote a blog about Brooklyn the other day, i decided to see what Wikipedia had to say. Come we all know that Brooklyn is where it's at. Sorry I that's cheesy as hell, but I just couldn't resist. How cool is this? If all the boros were independent cities, Brooklyn would be the third largest in the country right behind Los Angeles and Chicago. Hey all the best people are from Brooklyn, including me of course. Just think of all the people if they themselves weren't from Brooklyn that can trace their roots back there.

How cool is this the first major battle of the Revolutionary War after the Declaration Independence was found here. I could cite the rest of the early history, but I think that would be pretty boring to read. In 1898, Brooklyn joined the rest of the city and became one of the Boros of New York City. I thought the article would have went more in depth into the history of Brooklyn, but oh well. You can still see how much Brooklyn has grown over the years from the article. The area has definetly changed a lot economically over the years, in a good way of course.

Here's the more fun part of the article, cultural references. Walt Whitman wrote poetry about Brooklyn, looking back I can't believe they didn't have us read it in school. One of these days I should. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is of course one of the more famous written works on Brooklyn, I haven't read in at least ten years. But I remember it being a very good book, otherwise I wouldn't have named my blog after it. Wow I didn't realize how many novels there were about Brooklyn. Of course, Saturday Night Fever is mentioned. Which is of course from my area. The article then rambles on about other stuff. I guess I thought the article would have gone more into historical aspects and more in depth on cultural references. I can't believe it didn't have anything on food.

Maybe it Is All in Our Minds...

If you think about it what seperates us from the common creature is that we are very indivualistic... If that's a word... What I mean by that, is that we each have a different way of thinking... Each person on the planet has their own unique thought process... It's true that some other creatures may have that... But I think it's very distinct in humans... We all have our own way of ticking... It's the one thing that separates us from each other... Is that we each want something different out of life... Can you imagine if all of us wanted the same things out of life... The exact same goals and dreams... We'd all be pretty damn boring... In some ways we'd all fall in step with each other... We'd be like the clone army... Just imagine if we all had the same thought pattern... We'd all be wearing the same clothes... listen to the same music... drive the same car... talk the same way... we'd all be exactly like right down to our foot patterns... In some way it would be like we were playing follow the leader... But have no real clue who were following... I don't know about you but I left follow the leader behind in Kindergarden... With Duck Duck Goose... And 7-up... And monkey in the middle... Kick the Can... And all the rest of those silly games... If that's what you wanted out of life... Well you should just stayed in Kindergarden...

Fever...

There's something about watching a storm at sea... Watching the way the waves crash back and forth up against the rocks... For some reason there's something very erotic about it... Maybe the way it keeps a steady rhythm... beating faster up against the rocks with every wave... More white sudsy foam collecting as each wave hits the rocks... Just watching for a few minutes you can tell it will eventually reach a crescendo...

I've always thought that sex on the beach was hot... And sex in the waves even hotter... The only thing is that you may have to worry about getting pulled out to sea... If a big wave comes at the wrong time... If you catch my drift... Anyway it's pretty erotic to sit there and watch waves bigger than usual crash against the shore... Repeatly, gaining speed but never losing a beat... It's amazing how it manages to always keep the same rhythm... Now if only all men had that kinda talent... There would be a lot more very happy women on the planet...

Urked By a Jerk

Have you ever... Known someone that got to you so much that they made your blood boil... Their presence made your stomach churn... The voice make your skin crawl... Being in their presence for too long makes you want to retch... And the more you try to ignore them... It's just the more that they well... Irk you... I don't know about you, but it's not like for someone to get to me like that... In fact I've never known anyone to have that effect on me... And I have an ex-husband... If you think about it that takes a lot of talent... I know some people would tell me after they heard me say all this... That there's a fine line between love and hate... But be to honest hate would be a pleasant sensation compared to how I feel towards this person... It's more like disgust or revulsion... Don't even try to argue with me that it's a stronger emotion... Because all the money in the world wouldn't be enough for me to touch this person...

Rainbow Brite

Disclaimer: Here we go again... I'm gonna have to come up with another song with rainbow in it... It's Friday... So I'm gonna give you a gift... I'll do the color every two lines... And I promise to leave the yellows off... Alright that blue that you hate too... But the really dark colors I'm leaving off too... Hey you gotta take the good with the bad...

Going to a party in the county jail... let's rock... no it's not elvis... dancing to the jailhouse rock... well it's his song... but someone else is singing it... everybody in the whole cellblock dancing to the jailhouse rock... ok that defintely wasn't elvis... I love it with the electric guitar... jailhouse rock... that song is too fast for the game... that was zz top by the way...


I love the intro... I'm running down the road... Trying to loosen my load... take it easy... Take it easy... This is one of my favorite eagle songs... Don't even try to understand... After Hotel California... And Desperado of course... Don't say maybe... Your sweet love gonna save me... Never be here again... take it easy... Running down the road... World of trouble on my mind... Take it easy... Don't say maybe... I don't know if you love is gonna save me... We gotta easy... We outha take it easy...

I don't think I know this one... cool intro... Over the mountain... down in the valley... Everybody knows his name... myth of fingerprints... this song makes me laugh... of course paul simon songs always do... Out in the indian ocean somewhere... bus was for... sun goes down... since the watermelon... what does watermelon have to do with the sun going down... Far and wide his name was heard... that's why we must learn to live alone... this song is funny... none of makes any sense... I wonder if he was high when he wrote it... Let's face it those always are the funniest songs...

Another good long intro... gives me time to prepare... and they sound cool too... cool woman... got me hypotised... get rhythm... rock steady... I know an 80s hair band... Slow down... Hold on... but some of them were cool... get down... let rock let it roll... this band... and guns and roses... I'll let you tease me about poison... hey I was 12 when they came out... And Brett Michaels was hot... too fast too strong... What I want... This is another singer... I can never remember this dude's name... Maybe one these days I should look it up... But he can actually sing over the guitars... rocksteady... What's with all these hard rock bands nowadays with the weak singers... I know I sound old when I say that... But I really don't give a fuck... Oh yeah... cool drum solo...

I don't think ever done a song by this band... their songs are so long though... begin the day with the friendly voice... When I first heard Rush... I always thought the singer was a woman... Magic at your fingers... Invisible air waves... Emotional feedback... All this machinery... Damn I never really listened to this song before... It's really about the spirit of radio... Literarly... I know I can't spell... Invisible airwaves... if i didn't know any better... I would think that was a triangle... Don't get me wrong I like this band... But you imagine how cool they would be... If they had a singer that could sing... Salesman... Now that's an electric guitar...

Cool another song that I don't know... that sounds like seagulls... god I've been by the beach too long... Not that that's something to complain about... Don't look the shadows breath... Maybe that's supposed be shadows... you always see it... This guy always reminded me of Boy George in some way... Every night I'm born again... Don't talk of love... Ends of it ever true... Nothing you ever say... Nothing you can ever do... Every night I scream your name... Every night... Oops missed the rest... This sounds so electric... Usually I don't like electric crap... But i can tolerate this somewhat... There go those shadows again that sound like gulls... Every night I fall again... the animal scream... I think this guy needs something to cheer him up... Maybe he hasn't gotten laid in awhile... Alright those sound a little more ghostlike...

Can you tell me where I might find my friend and companion... Mr. Clean... Lighting flash will make you dash from one coast to another... Captain America we love you... I love Jimmy Buffet... But this song is so seventies... Friend or a stranger... Right past the lone ranger... Apple Pie... Atom bombs to rabies... This song is so old... He just mentioned Spiro Agnew... He likes to beat the base drum... I guess I'm just an old soul... Aging Mother... What type of instrument is that... it sounds homemade...

It's been awhile since I've used this band... I know another 80's hair band... Everyone is looking for something... Something to fill in the wholes... How do I know when it's love... I don't know but it lasts forever... Funny hearing david lee roth singing about love lasting forever... How do I know when it's love... Ohhh... How does it feel... Feel together... other stuff you feel together too... i know I'm such a pervert... I'm probably worse than a teenage boy sometimes... Like you should talk... How do I know when it's love... How do I feel... How do I know... But it lasts forever... I hate to admit that david lee roth has a point... Could you imagine if this band didn't keep switching lead singers... They probably would still be around... And not disappear for so long... It's funny it's one of the only bands I know that have a name from a member of the band... And it's not the lead singer... When it's love...

Rape Me... Rape Me... My friend... Rape Me... Rape Me... Again... I'm the only one... I'm the only one... I'm the only one... Kinda hard to get raped with only one... Self rape is kinda hard... Even if you are a skizo... I'm the only one... I'll kiss you... I'll help you out of bed... Rape Me... Rape Me... My friend... Rape Me... Again... I'm the only one... I'm the only one... Rape me... Rape Me... Rape me...

Baby I'm coming to get you... You may stop for a hurricane... You might have had a dozen other guys... I'm going one way... Your way... Let's make it our way... Gotta say he's determined... No place for the broken hearted... You might stop the world spinning around... I'm not superman... And I'm not gonna try... Smart man that's a good way to get hurt... Can't stop this thing we started... This thing called love we got it... No way... I'm going your way... Oh why take it slow... I gotta know... Oh yeah... Can't stop this thing we started... I love the guitar in this song... It's consistant... Nothing like a consistant guitar... Oh yeah... Can't stop it...

I've always loved this song... Sounds like a live version... Here comes that distinctive intro... Big Wheels keep turning... Singing about the south... I heard Mr. Young sing about her... Seven men don't need him around... Sweet home Alambama... Say what you want... But I really respect that they stayed true to their roots... We all did what we could do... Does your conscience bother you... Where the skies are so blue... Sweet home Alabama... Love the guitars... Almost have a twang... But it's still good ol' rock and roll... Can't beat that... Was that something about swampers... Pick me up when I'm feeling blue... Where I'm coming home to you... Sometimes I wonder if part of my soul is southern... Must be from Grandma... I've been teased before about liking them, young, and the allman brothers and being from brooklyn... But I really don't give a fuck... At least I talk like a new yawker...

Another cool song... Love the guitar intro... This guy was so stoned... I think on acid... if I remember correctly... Purple Haze in my brain... I think i did this song before... excuse me while I kiss the sky... It figures I would eventually... Girl put a spell on me... Dude the girl or was it the drugs... I think it was the drugs... Let's be honest here... Hey purple haze in my eyes... Tomorrow or just the end of time... Oh baby... Purple Haze... Got me going out of my mind... This song has the coolest guitars... You gotta admit he really can play...

Strange brew comes inside of you... She's a witch of trouble in electric blue... Watcha gonna you... Cool more stoned dudes... Actually it's not so cool... If you think about how musicians sound better after they have gotten clean... Clapton is the perfect example... Now heroin was his poison... She would make a scene... strange brew... what's inside of you... which is funny because he wrote a song about cocaine... They say heroin is a really hard habit to kick but so is cocaine...

Now we take our time... And spend our nights... We dress our days in silken robes... the money comes... the money goes... well if you spend it all on silken robes it will... hang our hopes on chandeliers... And so it's time to change our ways... But I've loved these days... Famous last words... Now as we indulge in things refined we hide our hearts in harder times... We can only go so far... on cavier and cabernet... Drown our doubts in dry champagne... Soothe our souls in fine cocaine... We'll have to change... Wow this song is so profound when you think about it... But a lot of Billy's songs are... So if all we end and then begin... We drink a toast to how it's been... A few more nights on satin sheets... This song really is a reflection of our society... Of getting bogged down in these little things...



Cool another good one... I think that's a piano... I can't fight this feeling any longer... Yet I'm still afraid to let it show... I tell myself I can't hold out forever... I feel so secure when we are together... You give my life direction... This poor guy sounds like he's suffering... I can't fight this feeling anymore... Forget what I am fighting for... One thing I don't get about this song is what's with the rowboat references... I guess it's just old skool... My life has been such whirlwind since I saw you... You take me to the places I know I'll never find... Even as I wander I'm keeping you insight... Actually the candle reference is a little silly too... I like this song... But I don't remember it being so long... I can't fight this feeling anymore... I forgot what I started fighting for... Can't fight this feeling anymore... ooh oooh...

Long intro... it's a guitar... at least I got one... of course with stevie it's pretty easy... i'm just rambling now... what else is a chick supposed to do... you be quiet I didn't ask you... Alright you got a point maybe I did... though it was the first time... And I don't have to listen... Does this song have any words... This is a lot funnier when it does... Guess it didn't it... That was lame...

Cool... I love this band... I gotta slow down... I kept the movie rolling... The story is getting old now... I just looked in the mirror... Sometimes I miss the band... Some of solo stuff isn't as good... And I'm sorry but audioslave sucks... gives me the butterflies... til I'm up on my feet again... Outshined... In high school I used to love this song... I always considered them the underrated grunge band... oh yeah... sober... this guy is so stoned... So now you know... Actually if you compare them to most of the rest of the grunge era bands... they sound sober... up on my feet again... outshined... see here's a singer that actually sing over the guitars... that band salvia the singer can't... I actually saw them when they opened up for aerosmith... they were pretty sad... down on my knees today... gives me the butterflies... I like a man that can be man enough to admit that he gets butterflies... gives me the butterflies... Feeling outshined...

One... two... three... put her little boy on a bus... I know I was very slow... hey little girl with red dress... party tonight in Memphis... We drove down into memphis... white cadalic... a whole lotta trouble... it's the boss... i couldn't figure out what fuck he just say... alright the humming I get I'm just lazy to type it... that was another lame song...

Aah a good one I promise... She's a good girl... she loves her momma... and america too... tom petty good stuff... loves horses and her boyfriend too... it's a long day... there's a freeway running through the yard... now that sucks... free fallin'... yeah i'm free... free fallin'... walking through the valley... home with broken hearts... she just needs to move on... her girlfriends need to take her out partying... free falling... I want to write her name in the sky... leave this world for awhile... Free Fallin'... Now I'm free fallin... Ooh... free fallin'... Now I'm free... Free Fallin'...