I just finished the worst workout of this year I'm sad to say. It should be no surprise though as these things come in threes. I had the worst BBM conversation of the year earlier in the day, followed by the worst post EVER (Blogger #fail) so when the workout I'd been looking forward to crashed and burned it shouldn't have really shocked me. These things come in threes. When I look back on the lessons learned today I want to always remember that no matter how hard I try the world will always see me as what I am, not that I wish to be, writing is an organic process but that doesn't mean it has to be disorganized and most importantly as much as I enjoy it, my time would be best used in a gym that didn't allow scantily clad women in.
I just started working for the man and now I'm learning to hate writing. I loathe and detest the thought of doing it for such meager wages. I need to hurry and win a pulitzer quick. My dream in life right now is to sign a fat contract and then get bought out. I'm all about that PAYcation ya'dig? One thing is for sure, I love me some ME. Writing solely from the Third person is tough work.
Oh yea, and if you wanna read this new stuff, you can find it right hurr'.
Don't worry, we got ya' covered. While JT-Rex is making a pit stop he's asked me to fill in and try to put up some of the things he's come across while adding a bit of different flavor in the interim. You can find me Here.
I must say it's a weird request, so often we are focused on the Artistic vision we have for our own ideas that branching out and doing crossover work (if you can call this work) is an alien feeling almost. Needless to say I will try and keep with the Traditions here at the WB&C.
1) First of all we've had many discussions about the end of the world. We agree that the scene in Armageddon where Steve Buscemi is parked on top of the Nuke, waiting for the meteor to collide with Earth is by far the funniest shit you could do with the end of civilization that close at hand. Any way he wouldn't allow me to do this without at least one Nasa mention, and they contend that the 8.8 earthquake in Chile may or may not have shifted earths axis 8 cm or for those of you who only speak English...3 inches or so. 'T-Rex is pissed because some scientists are out there and they don't think it's significant at all. However, if he thinks he's right...then it's best to just let him think he is right. (TRUST ME) He'll even tell you he's got no way of knowing, but your fearless leader will argue to the ends of the earth that the days are now shorter and the Apocalypse is now upon us quicker and quicker with each passing day.
2) Sarah Morrison is a Silverlake area socialite who also was formerly Steve Aoki's main squeeze. Her tweet linked here and pictured below describe a man not unlike this blogs creator. He's not keen on some world famous DJ's sloppy seconds, but I told him, "if the shoe fits, then break that shit innn!" Not to mention if she was good enough for A.O., then whats your problem? I don't think he has any plans of contacting her, but we should make a concerted effort to pass his name along. I mean look at what she's asking for. Great shoes, ambition, no alcohol...thats a rare set of exact matches right? If this dude gets a random facebook message from her, lord knows what he'd say?! I cannot wait for the day I get a text talking about, "WTF! How did this chick find me!" not that it'd be hard to guess. From what I hear this blog is fairly un-interactive so he's sure to assume it was me...and he'll be right most likely. Lets make this happen!
3) Lastly but not leastly I want to leave you with the song that brought us into familiarity. When he saw this video posted on my blog apparently he knew then, that we had enough in common to strike up a conversation. I'm Mikey McFly your Ghost Poster signing off until next time. Please follow me @ http://twitter.com/MikeyMcFly
I hope my last few posts have been coherent. I used to write only once a week or so, and everything was thought out before I put it to paper. Nowadays, I get half an idea of what it is I want to say, and I’m already typing it into my blackberry as a note to self. I want to take a moment to welcome my new readers. You may already know but in case you don’t Google and Blogger allow me to see who reads my blog when and how often. How long you stay and whether or not you go leave directly from my page to go to another. I’m not sure of it’s accuracy but it’s broken down by city and browser so it appears most of you like me are staring at a Macintosh screen right now on either Safari or Chrome. In this warrantless wiretap era I’m sure someone may find this bothersome but trust me, I have no plans to sell this information or use it in any way so if this is you, relax. One thing that does interest me is finding out where my readers come from. I know some of you but not all of you. Obviously most of you are from Oregon and California but I’d like to welcome my Australian and UK readers as well. Hujambo! Besides, here I am telling most every detail of my fully uninteresting life and all I get to see are dots on a map.
Thank you all so much for reading even though you are the shyest, non commenting, no discussion having, ghost whispering, *anyonethere* ?, mickey fickeys EVER. This blog is a lot like me, Clean cut, sharp lines, lots of color, and plain rude.
Hello to London, Shelby County, Scranton, South Gate, Tualatin, Mill Valley, Northridge, Atlanta, Kalispell, Melbourne, and of course Long Beach/Signal Hill (M.S.G. I see you!) I don’t have a goal to spread this blog worldwide or anything. I’ve already talked about my lack of means and motive to market myself, I’ll just be happy if I have one reader, but since I don’t read any of my own stuff after I write it, It is up to you guys to make sure I don’t drop below that incredibly uninspired benchmark.
The title picture is STS-130 in orbit after the last spacewalk. A cupola was attached to the back of the space station so they could see earth. My question is why wasn't this a stock feature on the roughly $70 Billion dollar party favor? You mean to tell me you put a friggin' space station up there and it DIDN'T have an Earth facing view? What the fuck are you talking about NASA? By the way it cost's about $40 Million just to launch a shuttle mission so we basically spent that much just to install a sun roof in something that should have already had it. No wonder they're shutting down N.A.S.A. The good news is that the Tranquility Node (that silver thing on the left) is up there so Stephen C.O.L.B.E.R.T. is finally in space..or back where he came from.
Next week is going to be “Hate week” here at the WB & C. Sponsored by Silky Johnson, Bill O’Reilly and Curt Schilling. I’m going to do a post a day about the existence of Hate and what I think about it. I’m a bit of an expert on hating things so allow me to try my hand at breaking down the dialogue surrounding this debate.
Casa Kimball looks like a place I’d like to live. It’s tropical, the lines are fairly symmetrical, and the size seems like it could accommodate me, and those of my ilk easily. It’s a far cry from where I am today, but hopefully not far from where I end up. It’s interesting being 5 years into a 4 year journey. The familiar faces have long since vanished here on campus and the daily struggles seem less challenging. There is a 4 day weekend ahead of me so for those with real jobs I will enjoy it on your behalf…as I read up on the U.S. Constitution and try to get some headway in my Sports Law class. Both of these classes bring me to realize how much I enjoy learning about the respective fields but how little I actually want to work in them. If I don’t end up as a Pol or a sports agent, I have no clue what I will be. I know I’ve been speaking about becoming and Astronaut lately but STS-129 was the last successful shuttle flight until the new space program is unveiled and with a cost of roughly $1.3 Billion USD/launch it is unlikely most of the 5 remaining scheduled flights will take off this year.
Speaking of home, I had a place I called home for about 3 months this past year and I am melancholy about leaving it. Part of me wants to move back into Ronald Regan Medical center, and go back to my room that could easily have been a $900/month studio apartment in Century city and just never leave. Those nights I spent waiting were relatively stress free. There are no expectations of a sick kid, and when I was there I was the star of the show. Waiting is easy for me. Mainly because it really only consists of sitting and sleeping. Two things I am adept at. There was a certain kind of perfection that those days had that I don’t think a return trip would provide so I try not to reminisce, but the more I think about it, the more I’m sure that I was the happiest person ever on an organ transplant waiting list. If not for the people around me, then definitely for the life lessons I learned.
