I was sitting at my desk today…
Feeling very, blah…
Looking at the pile of papers beside me…
And then it popped into my head…

“I don’t caaaaare.”

This YouTube clip is from
the 1975 television animation special “Really Rosie”
with animation/book/lyrics by Maurice Sendak,
the same author and artist of “Where The Wild Things Are”
with music written and sung by none other than Carol King.

Quick synopsis courtesy of musicalheaven.com:

Really Rosie follows a typical summer day in the life of several neighborhood friends. Like many children, they claim to be bored. Luckily, their friend (and self-proclaimed leader) Rosie does not believe in being bored and she decides to film the story of her life, casting them all in supporting roles. They must audition first (of course) and then musically tell the exciting, dramatic, funny (and slightly exaggerated) story of her life. In addition to Rosie and her friends Alligator, Kathy, Pierre and Johnny, there is her dopey brother Chicken Soup, their parents and the residents of their neighborhood. Most importantly, they call on the residents of their imaginations who help them stage their glorious musical auditions in hopes of being chosen by the Producer and taken Very Far Away.

This is Pierre’s audition…
And it has always stuck with me
ever since I was a kid…

Well this and Alligator’s one

Oh… and if you don’t like it…

Well…

I don’t caaaaare…

Big Lug…
Bloggers…
Bears…
Brooklyn…
Beer…
Burgers…
Buns…
Buns…

Best hour and a half I’ve had in a long time…

I miss hanging out with you guys too…

*sigh*

I know the whole… all work and no play adage…
But daddy’s got to make some coins…
Sure enough…

But I’ll try not to be such a stranger…

via habitat67

Sketch comedy at some of it’s finest…
The State ranks up there with
Saturday Night Live, SCTV, Exit 57, Kids In The Hall,
The Upright Citizens Brigade, Monty Python’s Flying Circus,
Mr. Show and In Living Color.

This short lived MTV based sketch comedy show
sits so fondly in my psyche…

Here’s a brief montage I found on YouTube.
Insanely good…
I’d dip my balls in it!

For the love of god…
Stop the collar popping!

What is collar popping you may ask?

When men…
usually of a young age,
will wear button down shirts or polo shirts and…
*sigh*
flip the collar up.

Ya look like Count Chocula dude.

No seriously.
There are all these guys trying to look all good and stuff…
Really taking their time out to look nice…

Nice jeans…
Crisp fitted shirts…
A pair of cool looking kicks…
The obligatory sweat armband riding high on the forearm…
(Which I will not get into…
*rolls eyes*)

It all looks great…
Foxy even…

But then, the collar pop…

Two words…

Flying. Nun.

I’m no fashion maven…
Hell…
I wash my colors and whites together cause I’m cheap and lazy.

But leave the collar popping to the experts…

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh.

There is a proposal to increase the number of planets from 9 to 12.
They’re gonna totally mess up the whole,
“My Very Educated Mother Just Showed Us Nine Planets” thing.
That was one of my favorite things I remembered from grade school.
I mean EVERYBODY remembers that.
I don’t know.

I loved that I
Memorized my planets through that

Anacronym. I hate the idea of

Beginning again and
Incorporating new bodies, when the old group was
Good enough for me. I’ve

Decided
On
Remembering just the original. Cause it
Keeps that part of my childhood alive.

You betcha.

I am in constant fear of turning into my dad.

My Dad…
I know…

I was concerned about his health a couple of weeks ago…
I still am…
I love him…
He’s my Dad…

But I still have love/hate for him…

It’s cliche to blame parents for things going on in a person’s life.
But ya know what…
I do blame him for things…
I can’t lie…
A lot of anger and grief I remember having growing up surrounds him…

A lot of my personality…

My low self asteem…
My timidness at times…
My naivete on how to build
long term personal relationships…

The list…
The list…

He was a very angry man, still is…
Always…
Short tempered…
And I always felt like I was walking on eggshells…
The only time I felt anywhere near comfortable
was when he was drinking…
His edge softened…
He was a funny drunk…
A happy drunk…

But in real life…
His fuse was short…
And I felt like I had to play damage control a lot…
With myself…
With others…
With other people in my family…

And I never stood up to him…

Till later on…

This is why his health is the way it is…
High blood pressure…
Heart attacks…
Asthma…
Kidney problems…
Just his entire body…
I feel like he eats himself up inside…
Literally…

And that is one of my biggest fears…
Why I don’t assert myself at times…
I feel like…

I will end up like my dad…

With people fearing him…
Not necessarily respecting him…
Scarred up heart and all…

I know he means well…
He does…
He lets you know he cares in small ways…
Cooking particular things…
Making small talk…

But I’ve come to realize things…
Slowly, as my life is going on…

I am not my father…

I may find similarities…
I may find strange quirks…
Strangely similar…
But…

It’s okay to yell…
To scream and bite…
When push comes to shove…
When trying to make things right…
And trying to make your way…
Through a life that wants to push you around…

I let things go…
I’m laid back…

I can be.

But maybe it’s time to kick and to scream…

There’s something going on…
And I’m tired of standing still,
afraid to move forward.

Blather and Bosh 39

Yeah. I know. I said in the cast it was episode 38.
Throw me a bone. It’s been a while.
I know, it’s been a month. Sorry guys.
Work changes, family health issues,
and a friend passing away have been taking it’s toll.
I go into it briefly here.

I also debut my first attempt at
on-air fiction/story telling here.
Don’t know what to call the segment.
Show? Feature? See what I mean.
But my first entry is here
and we’ll see where it goes.

08/13/06
21:44
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I ended up leaving work early yesterday.
My stomach wasn’t well…
And I was achy and tired.

My boss goes, “Stomach flu?”
I go, “My god. I hope not.”

I jumped on my train and slowly found myself passing out…
@ 2PM in the afternoon.

Get home…
Managed a bowl of cereal…
Slowly crawled up on my couch…

And proceded to zonk out…

Woke up at midnight to my phone vibrating on my floor.
“Hello?”
It’s my co-worker from the bar…
“Sorry papa… I dialed the wrong number.”
“Okay.”

*click*

Grrr.

I normally would have stayed awake after that…
Seething and stuff…

I have no idea what my body and mind were going through but…

*snap*
I was out like that…
I even managed to leave everything on by accident…
TV…
Computer…
Stereo…
But nothing bothered me…

Normally they would have…

Next thing I knew…
I woke up @ 7AM this morning…
No alarm…
Internal clock…
Still saying to myself…

I want to sleep for another half an hour…

Wow.
Almost 15 hours of sleep and still jonesing for more…

*sigh*

Okay. Okay.
I know.
I need to apologize.
I’m sorry I haven’t been around as of late.
I mean my last post was a week ago.
And let’s not even talk about my podcast.
I doubt I have any listeners left… but we’ll see.

But I’ve been a busy boy.
Technically working 70 hours these past 2 weeks between my 2 jobs…
Which will be changing to 60 after this week.
Woo hoo.
But at least I get a day off now.

So maybe more time for me.

We’ll see.

And for those who are podcast listeners besides blog readers,
I am planning to add a new feature to the podcast.

I’m trying my hand at fiction.

It’s my first time doing this, but I thought I’d jump in and put together a “radio show”

Kinda “Tales From The City”.
I love Armestead Maupin.
So I thought I’d take a stab at it.

I’ll still have bits of my real life in there are well… I think.
Regular segments and things…
But I’m really jazzed about this.

But anyways…
Enough about me…

How are you?

Hose down my life!!!

It is f*ckin boiling!

Walking around in New York City today
is like swimming through warm piss
while someone takes a blowtorch to my face.

I know, bitch and moan, bitch and moan.

I’m cranky, tired and my boxers are moist.

Deal.