After more than a few years living on this planet, I have learned many things. I have learned from many sources over the years. Lately, I have been taught by society at large and have learned a few new things about myself. Let’s take a gander of some of the things that society has taught me about me. Continue reading
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For once, I have been at a loss for words to express my thinking, my feelings, and my opinions.
The polarization of the world is nearly complete and I fear that for once, the good guys might not win. It seems everywhere I turn these days, all I see, read, or hear is anger, controversy, and strife. Every facet of daily life is full of the worst of humanity. The wonderful wide web has brought the entire world within a breath of each other but we have used this technology to spread the worst of our tendencies.
The days of laughing at stupid cat videos has turned to laughing at pranks that cause harm or stress to others. The days of being informed of happenings around the world has turned into angry debates over topics that has an agenda from the start. Continue reading
Everyone at one time or another has dreamed of being famous. People have often wanted their name immortalized in history. In decades past, being famous meant you would have to do something. Invent some gadget or doo-dad that saves lives, increases industrial production, prove why apples fall from trees, walk on the moon, sing a hit song, write a classic book, or some other thing that people in some shape or form want. Sometimes you only needed a great idea, other times you needed real talent. The over reaching theme however, was that you provided something. Continue reading
Now, let me preface this a bit by throwing this out there for anyone to catch. I am not a hippie. I mean not even kind of. My wardrobe looks more like Kerry King than Jimi Hendrix. Yes, I do own a pair of sandals. One pair, compared to the 3 pair of work boots and 1 pair of cowboy boots. Those sandals are a bit ragged from my Velociraptor toes wearing down the front part. They are also covered with grease and oil, cause I will throw those on my Flintstone paws, meander out to the garage to work on this engine or that motorcycle and end up tossing them to the side and just going barefoot. I can’t even properly walk in sandals and I am not afraid of saying so. My damn feet slide all around in them, my toes cramp up from trying to keep them from flying into the air striking a bird or small child, and that floppy part in the front always seems to catch on everything in my path, causing me to stumble, curse, retrieve said sandal, and hurl it angrily as far as I can. So yes, even though I own sandals I don’t really wear them.
Sandals? Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, hippies! Hippies and Puppies. Sad Puppies and Rabid Puppies. Puppies and Hugos! Hugos and people! Continue reading
Recently I have taken some time off from my little rambling blog of thoughts, angers, frustrations, lessons, and whatnot. First, was some much needed downtime with my wife to recharge life. It was great beyond words. My most recent break from blogging was to work on my book. I needed to devote some serious time and effort into the project. A few side projects of short fiction from time to time to break the monotony but overall, time was spent completely focusing on my book.
Everything was going great. A few chapters flowed with such ease that I became cocky. I edited some of what I wrote. Had a few online readers beta read some of it, with happy results. Minor tweaks and I was happy. Others were happy. Continue reading