i really have nothing much to post about, other than the fact that i have been slacking. went to the wings game on Wed. for free, which is always the best way to see anything, but then later at the bar someone stole my track jacket. who does that? really. no one in the bar is anywhere near fat enough to wear it. though as was pointed out to me, there wasn't a single person in the bar who COULDN'T wear it... bastards. heh.
anyhow, been trying to work my mojo. which i discovered i have none. but it's all good cuz i make up for it with my wealth and fancy car. oh wait... strike that... that's not me i'm talking about. hehe. so, getting the truck working so i can start a new job at a breeding farm and thusly start working my game on the horse show circuit this summer. right now, currently trying to dig up money to go to the bar and watch some of the worst karaoke in the world. it's so bad it's good. but i'm goofy like that and that's for another post.
so i was watching an undisclosed television show the other day, and i was struck with a question. why, after someone passes, do we feel the need to glorify them? i mean, people who were good in life, deserve it. but do truly shitty people who were vilified in life deserve glorification in death? if they don't have the decency to be decent in life... why pretend they were in death? i mean, at the memorial, why wouldn't people just say, "so and so was a heinous assbag who deserves this early death, my life is now simpler because so and so is no longer a part of it." i mean, it's not like anybody at the service didn't know the type of person so and so was... so who cares? i will never understand this. of course, i don't understand the grief process either, but that's how i am. i mean, i understand the anger of a wrongful death, or the surprise of a sudden death, or the pride of a death in the name of what you believe. but sadness i don't do. dunno why, it's death, we all catch it at some point. and i don't care what any body says, it's catchy. i don't know what prompted me to go on this long drawn out stream of consciousness but i have, and now you, faithful reader, can be left unfulfilled.
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so now i leave you with some videos of people hurting themselves. or, having the shit scared out themselves, or dying.
why it's a bad idea to be the first man to jump and the first man to open when base jumping
why dressing like a dork and dancing like you're being electrucuted could be harmful to your health.
this is what happens when you don't think things through to their inevitable conclusion
what happens when you crash at 90MPH while running from the cops without wearing a seatbelt? this does.
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so, on a side note, i am currently trying to compile questions for one those silly ass survey/meme/questionare thingies. if you have any suggestions, please leave them in the comments or e-mail them to me. please.
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15 comments:
Horse show circit? What do you do?
Is this "horse show circuit" some sort of sexual euphemism?
What is the worst pain? Alcohol in a cut, or salt in the eye?
well, for years i worked as a horse trainer for western show horses, and then somehow got mixed up with the hunter jumper scene, of which i knew nothing. but after a few years of that, i was pretty decent. still though, my love is western. and i'm glad to be able to get back into it. it's been 2 years and i've been dying a little inside. heh.
scooter, i'd have to salt in the eye. it tends to scratch the lens which is just long term pain.
Did you leave your mojo in your track jacket? Maybe somebody's wandering around, wearing your mojo.
you know kristin, you may be onto something. that's my excuse right there.
Now see. Every time i read your blog i come away thinking, wow, what a sensitive new age guy you are :P
not only was it free for him to see hockey but he spreded the joy. I think stepho is right, what a nice new age guy. HEHE
Dude, my sincere condolences on Peter Benchley's death.
Chuck, it's a different steph. It's not the stepho you know.
Horses are awesome I wish I could work with them how did you get into that?
see that is what happens when you only glance at the names and not realy look at them. my bad
auburn, yeah... it was never going to end well.
steph, thank god someone does... heh. lol.
scooter... i am still in mourning over peter. RIP pete! oddly enough, the deep, and jaws are the two movies/books that got me hooked on the ocean and its wonders.
peaj i started back in high school, and just kept on with it. went to college for it and eventually flunked out, but still, had an enjoyable time.
laurie... i knew you did. it has my mojo in it. though, after kristins posts of late, i don't want mojo, i just want to live in the dc area... hehehehehe
"Workin on my Mojo"
I hear that partner, but it's more of a "things I want to get better" other examples include contortionism and Swahili, so chances are, It will never get improved upon.
LOL I liked the car reference, I used to have a car like that, not really the type that gets the girl, but it was filled with so many stories
DC rocks. What can I say?.
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