Monday, December 31, 2012

TEN


Ten Random Things I Like (at this exact moment)-
just to get the blog writing muscles back up to snuff

1)LESBIANS- 
I know. I know. You are probably thinking "Pssstt. Typical guy." But trust me. My putting lesbian ladies on this list is not sexual in nature. And I also don't mean ALL lesbians. There is no one group that I'm totally cool with. That's weird. I do find myself enjoying chilling with lesbians more than hanging with gay dudes though. This is not a knock against the gay dudes I do hang with; I love y'all it's just I'm on the same page when I hang with ladies that like ladies. I don't have to impress them and their is no weirdness there....
Except for Hannah Hart. I think I have a crush on her and that might get strange.
I'd butter yo shit, girl...



2)IRISH PUBS- 
I miss McMullan's in Vegas.
I refer you to my other blog and my love of drinking and camaraderie. Irish pubs provide that 90% of the time. And if some awkward moment pops up, I'm less likely to Hulk out if I'm enjoying myself with a fine ale.


3)RUDE GIRLS- 
Damn, B!
I'm from New York City. I grew up in a neighborhood with tough girls and they were quicker to read you the riot act than in other areas. I'm familiar with their ways. They are also easier to read if they like you.


4)NICE LADIES- 
Okay, I know I JUST said I like rude girls but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate nice ladies. Nice people are awesome and when they smell good and have lady parts? That's even better. They confuse me but I at least know the confusion is coming from a good place.


5)90s MUSIC(or at least 90s HIP-HOP)- 
Quick. Turn on a radio.
Sucks, right?
All older generations say it but I'm finding that it's proving to be true- "Music now blows. The music I listened to as I grew up is much better." It probably mostly comes from the fact that the music is connected with experiences I had that help mold me into who I am today but.....nah. Music was just better. There is no possible way that you should have a party with crappy tunes if you have access to, at the bare minimum, 1990s era hip-hop.
These dudes could give you an hour of good music alone.



6)99¢ SLICE- 
Lint, ling, ahhh! Four quarters. FOOD TIME!!!
Recessionista life. Only thing better? 75¢ SLICE


7)BAD NEIGHBORHOODS- 
Home.
I'm not talking about "dangerous, Chief Keef's cousin will shoot you in the face" areas. I'm referring to neighborhoods where if you are from the outside looking in or just follow what the news say about it, you'd think it was a bad neighborhood. Usually, if you visit someone that lives there, you'll find out that it really isn't horrible and most people are just trying to live their existence in peace and are on the same pursuit for the American Dream. I also find these areas to be more community like. They are generally accepting of more types of people, particularly when I compare it to certain upscale neighborhoods. They are far more welcoming.


8)BEACHES/POOLS/BBQ- 
Really just an excuse to post a pic of a wet Carrie Keagan.
I have found that less clothes usually equals less BS. (Except with too much testosterone and alcohol is involved but, really, isn't that everything?)


9)FALL- 
Yessir.
I don't just like Fall. I LOVE Fall. The weather, the fact that I can rock hoodies, the variation of colors. FACT- Fall is a cooler, sexier version of Spring.



10)SCI-FI(some fantasy)- 
I guess I just like the ideas of other realities besides this one. The whole "best of all possible worlds" scenario seems like BS to me particularly after watching the news for a little while. I think we all need that other universe to escape to sometimes.
Evolve to meet your future.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Ubermensch

I e-mailed a tumblr post I stumbled on a little while back to some people I knew. I mainly forwarded it because it reminded me a great deal of something I was trying to write but I couldn't get out in the way I wanted. I thought the post was pretty decent and close to what I wanted to say.
The response back, although not shocking knowing some of my friends and their views on the world, was a bit disheartening. Maybe I missed something in the post or I read their replies incorrectly. So, I read everything again. Nope, I read everything correctly.
The key lines that stood out to me in the initial post were- "We should be Clarks. We should be looking for the good in people. Now of all times we should be helping people just because. We need to accept that everyone is going to have a different view on things (part of the reason Clark loves humankind is the sheer variety of it) and do our best to work together despite these differences. Rather than spending our days inside on the internet bitching about shit we wish we could change, we should be going outside and actually fucking changing it."
And in a response from a notoriously pessimistic friend- "(D)ude wants a better superman, go out and make a better world and stop bitching on the internets. " (Which I might adds is hilarious because the amount of epic rants I've heard from this guy...)
I realize they are both right and both frakkin' wrong.

Let me remind back to I want to say freshman year of college. This was my height of my "People are inherently evil" phase. I can actually remember having a discussion in one of my poli sci classes about how people are just terrible and they only do good to get something out of it, not "to be good for goodness sakes." Around this time I was talking to a close friend about my hate for then New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani while walking in Brooklyn. I said "If I had a gun, I would probably shoot him in the face." (Such a teenager thing to say, I know) My homeboy, either testing me or tired of hearing me whine about the situation, responded with "I can get you a gun. QUICKLY. You're not going to do it." My teenage brain quickly responded in anger that "YEAH. I WOULD...BITCH!" Naw, I didn't call my pal a bitch...that time.
But something in the back of my mind said "No. You won't." It had nothing to do with the fact that my friend wouldn't be an accesory to that type of crime and nothing to do with access to a gun. I could have easily got a cannon around that time. The "No. You won't" popped in my head because I knew that a)I was talking out my angry young arse b)me getting arrested for killing a mayor wouldn't solve the problem and c)I was (and am) better than that. It was simply an instantaneous response to me being angry at the situation of the world and someone testing my "manhood." My viewpoint on the world was screwing with my logic and grasp of reality and the feeling of being impotent just fueled my anger that much more. I was angry at the status quo, I was juvenile, I thought all human beings were horrible at their core and I figured I was powerless to change it.

Which brings us back to where I began. I was wrong then and didn't realize it.
My friend and the guy who wrote this post were both right. We should all go out and improve the world and stop bitching. But they were both wrong- my pal for doing what he wrote about people doing and also thinking the place isn't a potential place for change and this guy who wrote the post for who he chose to represent for the ideal we should choose.
Don't get me wrong- I love Supes. I think there is an inherent beauty in possessing that level of power and doing good with it- protecting the weak, stopping Brainiac, plucking scared cats out of trees. The only problem, which is the same problem with Batman (who the guy uses as the flip side argument) and other super-heroes, is that they aren't really changing things for the better. They are tools of the status quo. Many writers will make stories depicting them fighting people who are against the status quo but they are always the worst of us- doing it for money, domination or just sick terrorists who enjoy seeing the fear of others.
I think the ideal of Superman standing for truth and justice is important and if he really believed in that then he would be fighting for the little guy and going after the plutocracy that doesn't want anything to change except the threat to them, their money and their comfortable status.

We should do the best for our fellow humans and the world. We should fight injustice no matter what form it comes in. We should be open to other opinions. It's not easy but we should be the best people we can be. I'm not delusional. The world is corrupt and bad and some people aren't looking out for more than themselves and the ones they care about.
We NEED to be better than that.
The world is screwed up but we need to rise above that.
We need to be like the core of Superman's ideals but do more and change the world.
Ultimately, it's up to us to do it by whatever means we can.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Aliens


Earth is more than one world. Or maybe it's just a nexus of overlapping parallel universes of humans. A multiverse. Parallel humanities and societies and civilizations forced to interact with each other. Maybe that's why we don't get along.
My worldview may be distorted by too much sci-fi in the DNA though. I've seen too many monolithic worlds, worlds described as ice planets or desert globes. Too many episodes of Star Trek with worldwide uniforms that have skewed my view of humanity.
Or maybe I'm right. Maybe where we are living is the collision of a multiverse of Earths. The inhabitants of these Earths are trying to live as one on this too small globe of blues, greens, browns and whites.
Or perhaps EACH PERSON represents their own individual world society. We are each the spokesperson for our own unique world and our mission is like the United Nations. We are here to show the best of our people and try to learn from others. And, hopefully, live in peace until we return back to our home planet with new wisdom gleaned from the experience of living among other aliens on Earth.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter Drankin´

5 PM...

Easter Sunday...

About 3 beers in...

Tecate to be more specific. Yeah, I know Easter isn´t a traditional drinking day, what with it supposed to be honoring White Jesus Walkind Deading it up and all but, then again, folks get winter wasted on Christmas, which is supposed to be about Baby Jesus, so whatever. Excuse my blasphemous boozing and typing.

The point of me even bringing that up is to say that I´m drinking. Obviously. But it´s also to explain why this post is on this blog instead of one of my other blogs. (although, I really should mirror it on my Caged Therapy one too...) Let me rewind back a tad...

I´m apartment sitting and dogsitting for friends. Whenever I do this activity and it allows me freedom for a few days, I like to drink and write. Not drink to get bent/wasted/drunk, but to feel a tiny buzz. I feel it lubricates my writing tools. I´m like Hemingway in that way, or that´s the excuse I usually use. What REALLY happens is I end up killing the six pack over the course of two days, come up with ideas I jot down but don´t really finish anything.

I planned on this time being different.

I´ve been pissed at myself for not completing what I at least think are awesome story ideas. I say I´m a writer but I did way more writing when I was clueless as what to possibly label myself. I know what needs to be done. I even see myself wrapping up tales in my head; I just don´t do it.
So this time was going to be different.

I usually take most of my story ideas with me. This time I only took two with me and the book I would have to reference for one of them. I was gonna get it done.
That was Friday´s plan.

Cut to Sunday at 5 PM and I haven´t made any strides that are worth reporting about. I know pretty much 75% of how I want the main story I was supposed to bust out this weekend should go; I´ve just haven´t committed it to eternity. The ideas still exists only in my head and my fragmented chicken scratch. What happened?

I can blame this cute dog falling asleep in my lap but I won´t because that´s dumb. It´s harder to type but I´m still able to post with her in my lap right now so that´s a copout. I could blame being unfocused and tired and horny but only the last one is true. (SO TRUE) But, again, only excuses. Drinking beer maybe? Nope. Never stopped me before.

This is on me. My writing mojo is out of whack and has been for awhile. So I´m going back for what worked for me in the past- write a bit about the non-fiction of my current life and then move into my fantastical take on fiction when that gets me angry/sad/fired up enough. Hoping that works out. We´ll soon see in a few days won´t we.

BTW, there is no images on this post right now; I´m using someone else´s laptop and I´m not gonna monkey around with that stuff right now, especially since everything is en Espanol, even the keyboard to an extent. So, if you DO see images, it means I revisited this page at home, looked it over and said "Ehh. This is frakkin´true enough for me and the three folks who read this. It just needs a beer can or two to be perfect."