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…on New Material For The Band

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on April 23, 2013 by journeymantojo

 

COLD COMFORT OF A DULL EDGE

Let this moment last until forever

Now everlasting
Has drifted into past and it never
Simple climb and beyond the neon alighting
Just
Drifts away

I
Am the
E-volution
Of
The new
All-consuming

AND I’VE NEVER SEEN A BATTLE LIKE THIS

Let this moment last until

Now breakfasting
Has lighted into day and of none
Tumble down and behold the neon colliding
Just
Drifts away

If
You fear
So truly
Be
And feed
It to me

RAZED TO A BLOOD CURDLING FIT

Be doubt
Be pain
Be alone

Let this moment last
Before it just drifts

FROM CLOUD
FROM STRENGTH
FROM HOPE
AWAY

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…on Being Gunshy

Posted in Brain Droppings, Dating, Humor, Romance with tags , , on January 14, 2013 by journeymantojo

I heard a great line a few days ago. Let’s see if I can recall it accurately.

“If you leave the house and run into an asshole, well, you have met an asshole. But if you leave the house and spend the day running into assholes, you’re the asshole.”

That makes me a bit gunshy. I’ve been chatting up this lady and have decided that I would enjoy asking her out for a drink. Get to know her. But….

(And you knew there was going to be a but. That’s why I’ve got the number one blog in the country….according to stats that I just made up.)

…I wonder, was it me that wrecked the few that I’ve had in the past couple of years.

I could go on some little discussion about how I’m happy being single and life is less complicated as a bachelor and my hand doesn’t argue and porn is a completely accepted art form and that hobo got what he deserved, but really people, this isn’t a court of law so stop asking about that guy. Neither is it some relationship counselor type forum where we all hug it out and cry about our loneliness (or executed hobos). Nope, it’s a blog where I get to do all the talking and none of the listening. So shut-up about whatever that transients name was and let’s discuss being gunshy.

I’m going to ask her out. I would be a fool not to. She’s very pretty and laughed off my awkwardly phrased comment (She even jokes about the “stalker” vibe, which anybody who knows me knows that I’m just too damned lazy to stalk or even give off a vibe.). But damn if the doubts don’t crop up on occasion. Those little feelings of where did I go wrong, was I the asshole, could I have done anything differently, am I emotionally mature, will they ever find the transients body. But like everyone else, I have to brush those doubts aside. Can’t be having that shit crop up while we talk about our hobbies and dreams and passions and midnight excursions into the city to find the next prey in my newfound love of the sport of human-hunting.

Holy shit!? Was there even a point to this whole rant?

Where was I going with this?

OH YEAH! I remember now. According to a mutual friend of ours, this girl I like already knew that I’m into her. And that got me to thinking.

If she knows that I like her, and has been waiting for me to ask, why didn’t she seize the moment and be all “I figure it’s because you’re a little shy and are therefore working up the nerve to ask me out so allow me to help. Here is my number, and yes, I would enjoy getting a drink with you.” Is it the game of “having” me ask and step-up part of the fun for her? The thrill of being pursued? Does she know that I’m a little gunshy? Or is she just as shy?

Or maybe she already knows about my hobby?

Ladies, any thoughts?

…on Having The Day Off And Nothing To Eat

Posted in Brain Droppings, Deep Ponderings, Lists with tags , , , on December 13, 2011 by journeymantojo

And now back to our regularly scheduled blog. This has been a pretty fun little experiment and today I successfully added videos and shit….so go me.

But there have been some things that have been running through my head that I felt needed to get out.

1>Do women have emergency underwear?
Not like in “OMG, I just started so I’m not wearing these thongs”. But like us guys. Ladies, do me a favor and rummage through your man’s drawers drawer. Notice the one or two pair that have the holes. The ones that would be adequately described as nothing-but-some-thread-attached-to-the-elastic. These are emergency drawers. When the laundry is getting behind and he doesn’t seem to have much to wear. These are the “one more day and then I’VE GOT TO DO LAUNDRY!” Yeah, do women have those?

2>Why, as an adult do I insist on owning a bed that doesn’t have an “under”?
I was noticing today how my bed isn’t on legs. It’s just a giant square box that a big slab sits on that holds my mattress. Like – if you’re honest – how many times have you turned off the light, let your mind wonder and then have to jump into the bed because you didn’t want the under-the-bed-monster to get you? So I’m so glad I own a bed that doesn’t have an under. The closet monster may get me, but the under-bed guy? Yeah, that guy is fucked.

3>Why can’t my brain think of witty shit right then?
I have a witty comeback reserve like nobody’s business. But ever find yourself in those scenarios where someone’s barb catches you in a pants-down day. Like no matter how clever you are (Or think you are), you catch that one where your brain says, “You know what would be a good come-back? Nothing! HA! Why? Because fuck you, that’s why.” So all that drops out of your noise making face hole is, “Oh yeah, well…….SHUT UP!” I hate that shit

So those are some of the deep philosophical quandaries that are racing through my head today. Man, I need to find something to eat.