These are old ramblings from the days before I owned my first computer… when I committed all of my silliness to paper…. This was before I ever thought my dyslexic head could make a living with my words….
Date: 4/5/2013
Prior to my moving to Seattle in 1997 I knew about five people who owned their own computer. When I first got to Seattle I landed a job at Amazon.com. At that time I had only been on the internet three times. Once in Jr. High when it took a friend about five minutes to download a picture of a naked girl.
Here are my loser ramblings from around that time!!!
Read MoreDate: 4/11/2013
The other day… while looking for content to add to this section of the blog… I came across this epic parody of ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas… It’s kind of like Nightmare Before Christmas… minus the charm… and more punk rock!!!
Read MoreDate: 4/11/2013
My shell is a poem/pop-punk song that I attempt to write while living in a party house… I had just gotten over a break-up… or more likely… an unrequited crush… I met someone who I felt I had chemistry with my first day “trying again”… only to find out that she had a boyfriend… that was enough to rebreak my heart as a “late-blooming-nice-guy…” who only knew hurt… If only Emo was a genre back then…
Read MoreDate: 4/11/2013
Bottles On My Floor was meant to be an Irish Gig that I wrote back when I lived in my first party house… where I shared the garage with a boat… so… I wasn’t all that concerned about the bottles piling up… since I wasn’t out to impress anyone with my room… because no one was interested in me “in that way…”
Read MoreDate: 4/11/2013
I used to think that being offensive was just being the one to address the elephant in the room… me being the size of an elephant when I was young led many people to misguess my age… add to that my own confusion about age… as a leap year kid… I just accepted the fact that was dumb when I wasn’t as smart as the kids my height… even though I was on par with my peers… so… even though the word might be offensive… I really did think I was retarded… since I was called it so often…
So… I thought I would try to address the issue with this “punk-rock song!!!
Read MoreDate: 4/12/2013
Sorry That I’m Nice is a song about the girl who introduced me to a lot of the things that I love… like zines and punk-rock… she was older than me… and the queen of the scene in her own head… which was another thing that I loved about here… and if I’m being honest… really influence who I am today… she loved having me around because I was a fan but not confident enough to make a move… this song may sound like I was bitter toward her… but… I was bitter towards myself for being a nice guy… aka… loser…
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Is GI Joe just another toy or is there something more to it??? Sure in appearance they’re simply little plastic men with bending arms and legs along with a waste that pivots… but… behind the camouflage jacket there’s much more… the start of the American Dream…
You get your first GI Joe maybe as a gift… maybe as a prize… or maybe as a bribe to shut up while in the store… no matter how… you get your first… and it’s cool and all… but now you need a bad guy for him to fight… and this is how the dream starts out…
Now that you have two guys to create sides… you need tanks and jets to add to the excitement as they chase each other around… these vehicles have room for passengers… so… next thing you know… what was once a little collection has turned into a life goal… a goal to own each and every character ever to be sold…
Then… if you do manage to achieve this goal… now what??? Now you own them all and are growing bored with your prized possessions minus a prize for your hunt… that’s when you start to lose them one by one… some to the mud in the backyard… others blown to pieces with your bb gun… and other you just snapped in half for the hell of it as your dream becomes a nightmare… and all that you want is more…
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