Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Story Tree #6

.For the last few weeks I have been getting accustom to new surrounding, new people, and pretty much a new way of life. As a new student at a major university with no clue what to except everything is an adventure. And this is not only true for me but for my cat as well. He is a country cat use to wide open spaces and endless abundance of small creatures to prey upon. I think that the lack of bloodshed has taken a toll on him, for now he is a city cat with no city cat skills. He is not use to all the extra sounds in the city, buses going this way and that, people choking the streets, the odd fire engine or cop car tearing ass down the street with light and siren all in a blaze. Some times he looks up at me with this bewildered look as to say, “where have you taken me or what have I done to deserve this”. The only comfort I can offer is a pat on the head and some whiskies.
My feline is an old beast although he is still in tip-top shape, able to hold his own with any other cat placed in his way. He came from a friend’s grandmother after she pasted away and I was willed the cat because I showed more interest in him than any one else around. After her (Kellys') grandmother went to the nursing home she moved into her grandmothers (Rubys') house. Kelly had two little kittens that would not let Charlie see the light of day. As anyone knows, kittens get away with anything you will let them and Kelly let the cats get away with murder, well maybe not murder but assault for sure. Charlie would have to hide from the terrible two and if he got hungry enough he would have to risk an ass whipping to get a drink of a bit to eat. That was no way for a cat to live, in the shadows and afraid for himself. I have seen my cat kill baby bunnies that are bigger then a kittens but I do not know why he would not just kill the kittens. This is how we came to gather as cat and owner.
My cat got his last name for a popular Comedy Central television show, the Dave Chappell show, not his first name but his last name. On the Dave Chappell show there is this skit with Rick James and Charlie Murphy, Mr. James comes up to the bar to find Eddie Murphy brother Charlie there and television history is made, With a thunderous “I’m Rick James Bitch” mister James slaps the dogcrap out of Charlie Murphy sending him to floor riving in pain. This is how my cat got his last name, I would say “Charlie Murphy “ and slap my cat and to this day just the phrase "Charlie Murphy" will make my cat cower down not on defeat but in shear compliance with the Law of Rick James.

End Times #3

End Times
In times that are uncertain anyone would dwell on the positive. The world is changing, and for what it will become, that is not for us to decide. In life, peoples pursuit of things takes hold firmly after adolescents and continue well on into adulthood. This springs off many other side shoots of dependence and a need to cling to thing that will not have them heaving them self off of a cliff or something, well that my friend is a hobby. “Idle hands are the devil play thing” that statement stands true today, with our nonstop way of life and this ongoing drive that pushes us all in to oblivion, we should feel lucky that at least there will be free time in between.Going into antiquity there has always been pastimes, not all of them being sporting matters. This class of person whom seeks out solitude in the pursuit of some non-sporting affairs was quickly dubbed “dork”. This title has been handed down from generation to generation, father to son and so on, its lineages can be traced back to the dawn of man. In the list of utter uselessness the “nerd” comes next. This is yet another of branch of the dorkeus sapien family tree, their need for fantasy, sci-fi, and role-playing is what sets them apart. For they are left to imagine the other side, the other half if you will, self imprisoned in their dimly lit living room world, half circle low kick all day, numbers wore of all the dice, that faint smell of inhaler and eczema all a wash in some basement some where. This can be caught early in life and with the right treatment stamped out.Freewill does come into count, anyone can advance from one stage to another, the key is exposure. You have to limit yourself on how many “get her done” and “gag me with a spoon” you can have in your life. Youthamism are just that, for the youth to use, no honest adult should fall for the MTV trappings. And just like gambler with playing cards in the house you have to clean house. Throw out the product placement junk you have, go outside experience life and in all the confusion, all the mess, your true self will come out and then and only then can you have a more well rounded life. And in time, you to might end up with something you love a hobby or interest you enjoy and will take with you for the rest of your life. We as people, as flawed people, need something to fill our cracks, hang on to what you love, give all you got, and don’t let any one tell you otherwise.

You Pick #5

A letter to craft foods
As we walk down through the through fairs we will come to the spot where the oh ya factor comes into place. Twelve items or less this is what it has come down to. On the left we have the be all end all of the snake food world. Yes you are all snakes in the grass. As consumers we are backstabbers and when the risk of profit lums high on the shelf of excess the thin white line is far in the distance. Savage are we at the watering hole our young left out for the slaughter, the old left panting in the open, all bets are off. We double check the expiration date, thump, and shake and smell our way down the aisles. Be damned crooked shopping carts. There are onlya few that are still standing there are only a few left. The chattering teeth of the defeated will ring in the cat food aisle. The magizne racks all overturned, candy spilled on the floor, the faint smell of paint. All left now to do is just make it down the block, a left on Washington, cross the lawn, up the stairs, and through the door all the while hoping no one is lieing in wait for me there.

Walkers Log 001.1

Before one can dive into explaining ones self, there are a few ground rules to deal with. Now these will pop up from time to time so get use to adjusting for the curve and we can be on the straight and narrow before long. A person whom has been appointed the task of summing themselves up into a nice neat ball can come into many hurdles.The first of which is stone cold fibbery. This is where a person recounts events that they have never experienced or in no why shape or form ever been around. The second is flexible fact and this implies just what it seems, that a person has been to a place or in a situation but the outcome or facts surrounding the event have been modified in a way to bring some emotional response to the reader. After flexible fact come narcissism this is where the writer dwells on themselves and their surrounding to the extent to where the reader looses sight of the writers’ main topic and the reader becomes lost in the rhetoric of a babbling wildman, woman, or person. There are many more short falls and pit traps that any seasoned writer can fall into the trick is not looking down to see if you are walking the line just feel your way along.As a male twenty something I herd much of the world and witnessed less. This in not due to the mtv culture that has befallen us all, it’s shortly because my time here, up to this point, has been filled with thing I have to do. Things that meet someone else’s goal, things needed to survive, things need to strive. You ask me what I’ve seen of the world, what has shaped me and what shape I have become. Gentlemen I implore you, ask me anything, ask me any question, just keep it in the form of a question and don’t ask me to start any response with the word or letter I...