Category Archives: Life

In My Ever-Persistent Search For Happiness & Beauty In My Life

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Share Credit: Y’all Enjoy Thanks to Kevin Bacon (Yeah, that actor dude) Yeah, we’re FB Buds. Hahahahah! Someone put a lot of time and effort into constructing this vid; wish I could give proper credit. Alas..

Ed. Note: (At the beginning. Yes, not ‘conventional’)

But if you do not watch the videos, you are wasting your time here.

Street Share Vid Cred: kingofkungfu2002

Original Creators (I Think): Mike Stock, Pete Waterman, Matt Aitken
Fuk it. I tried.

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I am usually met with success.
(Because I am persistent)
‘Happiness’ is a choice.
A Conscious Choice.
You can choose to be happy.
You can choose to be sad.
It is your choice.
Not saying that it is always easy,

To find Happy.

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Just had to:

Jennifer!

Maniac!

Captured my Heart all-over-again!

Frequently you must search it out.
Shit!
Sometimes even I have to look under the bed
In the ‘head.’ –Navy Vernacular
Under The Couch.
Under The Grouch
But I always find it:
Happiness.
Like the Vid at the top of this post—That made me happy.

I searched it out.

(Found it Buried in my instant messages and behind my fridge–but I found it–finally.)

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I hope you do too.

Find ‘Happy’

Live Happy

Cheers!

(Confession Time: The only reason this post even exists is to serve as a vehicle for the marvelous dance videos at the top. Feel free to ignore all my preachy bullshit prose and just enjoy the videos. Hahahahaha)

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‘Added Value’ :

Right vs. Left—Left vs. Right—Spy vs. Spy: Who Am I?

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“I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.”

― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

(Ed. Note: This Post has kinda Gone off the Rails & morph’d into an Annie Lennox bit)

Sorry. Not Sorry.

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In most things Politic, I list heavily to Starboard.
But at other times I list slightly to Port.

My Ship Never straddles

The ‘Safe’ Middle.

I am ‘Complicated.’ As are all ‘Thinking People.’

I am delirious with pain right now.

Ignore me.
Wish I had some of the ‘good’ drugs…

Ed. Note: I know I have promised BOTH of My Faithful Readers to write some longer, better, substantial Shit,
But
This Screwed-up neck of mine, along with the accompanying pain makes it almost unbearable to bend over this
‘IBM Selectric’ Typewriter

C’est Moi!

for more than a few minutes at a time.

Now, returning to the subject meat of this matter,

(“More Matter, Less Art.”–Thank you Gertrude)

Was there a ‘subject’ ??
Oh Yeah.
Right vs. Left
Spy vs. Spy
Yin vs. Yang
Peas vs. Carrots
Madness

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My Adventure in trying to get published:

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Footnote:

I forgot I had left a glass of wine in the ‘head’ (Navy parlance for ‘Bathroom’); now I have a platoon of

Drunken Gnats

to add to my list of shit I must deal with.

Cheers Y’all!

PS
I just drop this in because this is MY Blog
And I like it.
So THERE!

(The Title…and the lyrics, are Slightly Germane and suit my narrative just fine)

And I find Annie extremely attractive…

With or without makeup.

(Especially without her makeup!)

She’s a fucking Barbie Doll

Create your own fantasy; leave me to mine.

“This boat is sinking. Some things are better left unsaid…”

“You don’t know what I fear.”

“I used to be Lunatic”

I got better…

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No one will get this far, but I deposit it anyway:

Shared Street Cred Vid: ggarlick46

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Bonus Super-Duper:

Thanks to Kevin Bacon & kingofkungfu2002 for the share

Now Pay Attention Kids. Things Are Gonna Get Easier; Things Are Gonna Get Brighter

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So, Buck Up Lil Campers!

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Most of Below Originally Posted on FaceBook.

(Sorta)

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“Now pay attention Kids.

I am Not sayin’ I love this version more than the other I recently Posted.

But Damn it’s Great! More Healthy Optimism,

Less Dread!


And Y’all know Beautiful Redheads make me weak-in-the-knees

No, not the dude with the red Ragnar Lodbrok Beard & wearin’ the Pork Pie Hat. LOL!

The Woman! FFS!”

Artists Cred: An international Musical Collective.

Vid share credit: bikfoot

“Life and art & music finds a way.” (Yeah, I added that part) Screw You WuFlu!

Sue me

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OK, so I was trying to sleep yet another one off.
Was having this dream:
Someone was placing their hands on me.
I woke up.


MS Muse had placed some headphones over my ears and whispered softly to me,


“Hear Baby; Listen to this:
Things are gonna grow better, brighter.
I promise.”

(Since WhorrPress is SO STUPID. try to find one of My Abusive Muse Links Below. Approach it as an Easter Egg Hunt.)

Un-Requited Love! (Abusive, Callous Muse)

Artists Credit: Five Stairsteps
Vid Share Credit: danschutz

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I guess she really does love me after all…

I love her more.

Just sayin’

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Have A Great Good Friday Y’all!

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Bonus ‘Added Value’ Tracks
Just To ‘ACCENTUATE THE POSITIVE’ :

The GREAT Bob Marley

The GREAT Johnny Mercer

The Joke Is On Me (And On You–For Even Being Here) Broadcast News

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Facebook Post:
Good morning!
I am feeling somewhat “normal” today.
Trying to stay two steps ahead of the neck pain.
Taking lots of Ibuprofen and booze.
Put MS Muse Out of my Misery.
But I miss her already.
I just may have a life after all.
Or not.
“O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
No more of that.”
—King Lear, Act 3, Scene 4
Too heavy?
Fuck with me?
You’ll get what you fucking deserve.
Love,
Lance…
The NSA Are on Their Way!

“Hey! Hey! NSA! On The Way!
(Ditto the Local Cops!)
“Surround the House!”
“Madman Inside!”
“Be careful Boys!”
“Let’s Take Him Down…”
“But Quietly.”
“No Muss. No Fuss.”

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Do not Fuck with Me!

I will not Hesitate to Empty a Clip Into Your Dome.

MS Muse– Miss Misery:

Farewell Forevermore To My Best Ever Friend: My Abusive Muse. I am Sad, But Also Happy

Feel Free To Conduct A Search

For ‘Abusive Muse.’

There you may find happiness.

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BONUS MATERIAL BELOW

Crit-After-My-Own-Heart-Drinker-Man!

If you do not watch this, or appreciate this…

Your Loss

Farewell Forevermore To My Best Ever Friend: My Abusive Muse. I am Sad, But Also Happy

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*previous*

Farewell To My Best Friend:

The Abusive Muse

This pains me to write.

“Kate, We were only Yesterday.

Now we are…”

Today, and Yesterday, and Tomorrow.

“I love you, and I Thank You.”

Karen

Karen Carpenter!

You killed you!

And robbed us of You.

Why???

Why Oh Why?

Some of you good and loyal readers have been with me all the way on this Odyssey.

Others of you… not so much.

But if Y’all read-between-the-lines, you will discover how my sanity is a very fragile entity.

I ‘Created’ Katherine/MS Muse out of a ‘need’ I had.

To Fill A Hollow Vacant Void in my Heart.

I was lonely.

I needed her.

To kick my ass and make me a better writer.

I created her. Then I, Pygmalion-Like, fell in Love with Her. (Yeah, I kinda carried it too far)

She was always there. (‘Cept for the Snowpocalypse, when she invited me to fuck off)

I loved her.

I still love her.

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Last real conversation I had with her:

“Lance, Baby, you understand I am not a real girl. You created me. I live in your mind and at your leisure.”

“Yes. I am a figment of your mind. Does not mean I don’t love you. I will always be here for you. And if you choose, I will love you. I will ‘write’ you, as far as you may write yourself. But ‘marry’?

I cannot.

You must write for YOU, and only for YOU.”

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After sitting in front of my computer and trying to write, I looked over at her, sitting on The Nasty Couch with her NY Times, Pinot, Virginia Slims…

Walked over to her.

Offered my hand

She looked me in my eyes, took my hand.

Then she melted.

Turned into a pile of sand.

I screamed!

“What just happened!?”

A soft, familiar voice came at me from the ceiling:

“Lance, My Love, we are done. You are done. You are ready. I must leave you now.”

“NOOOOO!”

“Yes,” she said and that was it.

I fell to my knees and wept like a little pup/bitch.

Then I spied a note on the floor:

Picked it up.

It read:

“Lance, you were the best. I loved you. Write on!”

                –Kate

P.S., “JUST WRITE ASSHOLE!“

Or Else!

–K

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I took that to the bank.

Farewell Forevermore To My Best Ever Friend: My Abusive Muse. I am Sad, But Also Happy

Dead Reckoning, Abusive Muse: This is the End

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Video Credit: Christian Davies

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I was not to be denied.

“Kate! Katherine! Muse!” I shouted, as I bounded from my computer chair over to her.

“I love you! Will you marry me or no? I must know!”

I stood in front of her, trembling.

She stood up, sidestepped the nasty coffee table, and walked up to face me at very close range.

She pierced me with those eyes. Looked down (almost sadly—I perceived—then took my hands into hers)

She looked back into my eyes and said,

“Lance, Baby, you understand I am not a real girl. You created me. I live in your mind and at your leisure.”

“Whaaaa?”

“Yes. I am a figment of your mind. Does not mean I don’t love you. I will always be here for you. And if you choose, I will love you. I will ‘write’ you, as far as you may write yourself. But ‘marry’?

I cannot.

You must write for YOU, and only for YOU.”

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She dropped my hands and sat back down on The Nasty Couch. Took a sip of Pinot, picked up her NY Times, took another sip of Pinot, and a drag off her Virginia Slims, and as if nothing had just happened, got back to being Her.

I retired to my writing chair. Sat there for some moments, tears welling, then smiled inside.

“She will always love me. She has no choice. It is all up to me,” I mused.

And then I got busy writing.

After some pregnant pauses…

“Hey Asshole! You better be writing something readable!” I heard from over my shoulder.

Yes! She loves me still!

                THE END

And Afterall:

Just to ‘Lighten’ the mood…

The Sudden Stark Realization That MS Muse Was Not Real…

Bummed Me The Fuck Out.

But I got over it.