Door Number One

Someone asked me to explain why some men play video games and I thought about showing them this video but it occurred to me they might not get it.

Maybe if I told them about the storytelling aspect of it and explained how stories are a part of who I am and what I aspire to become.

Sometimes I think about how it would be nice to have real time with a girl who might appreciate such things and go over it.

Reminds me of Let's Make a Deal and getting the opportunity to pick what lies behind door number one or to take the money instead. 

You never do know what you are really going to get until you get it now do you.

Born To Run Keeps Playing

Some of you will call me crazy, pushy or something else and some of you will nod your head because you get it.

I keep hearing Born To Run, don't have time to do this properly so I am going to drop this in, might do something more later.

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
H-Oh, Will you walk with me out on the wire
'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe I want to know if love is real

Oh, can you show me

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss

One, two, three, four

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
H-Oh, Someday girl I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go
And we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us

More Posts

Been posting here and elsewhere a little more frequently for a whole host of reasons.

Might be because things feel more challenging than expected and that is wearing me out a little bit.

Been tempted to ask for help from a person or two but am not good at asking, especially when I am not sure what the reaction will be.

Feels silly and juvenile to say that, but so it goes.

A Queen And Her Mama

The other day I noticed the Shmata Queen and her mom were both reading my stuff at the same time and I had three thoughts:

1) Should I refer to her mom as the Empress and is that technically correct?
2) Would calling her the Empress or "your majesty" make it more palatable to say I once bent your daughter over the couch because she asked me to.
3) Do I follow up on number two by saying I refuse to do it again or would never stop?

There are other questions like would the Shmata Queen want to enjoy a tasty delight or should I start by saying the damn woman needs a hug and so do I.

Am I the only idiot hearing the damn bells and am I crazy?

Well the answer to the last part is yes, I am crazy but am I that kind of crazy?

Maybe, don't care.

And that is all I have to say about this for the moment. Probably will say much more elsewhere but the real Jack patriots know that.

Where It Started

I could write a post talking about how it would be nice to go back to where it started when a girl loved a boy and a boy loved a girl without question.

Some might argue it was no less complicated than it is now and that said complications were similar and different.

People in the know might say that things change and suggest love is still there but not comment whether in-love is gone or dormant.

It is a fair comment and question. Hell, the immediate answer could be it is plain old love and not 'in-love' because it is the safe and smart answer.

One might even believe it to be true because they intentionally haven't dug deeper. Sometimes you don't realize how you really feel/believe until you are asked to share it and even then, if you aren't honest with yourself...

Old Neville might complain about the lack of substance in such mumblings here and demand more, but maybe this is all he would get and maybe not.