tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post987941289295282481..comments2023-05-06T21:30:54.925+09:00Comments on Why'd we come... all this way?: F*cking Fathers' DayWillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-14289657640839898012013-06-19T10:44:54.370+09:002013-06-19T10:44:54.370+09:00Good to see you here. Just stopped by your place l...Good to see you here. Just stopped by your place last night to check out your work from the past month or so. I'll do what I can to contribute in terms of comments from an untrained eye. <br /><br />Smelling some roses (but not all) is kind of 'ewww...ick' for me too in a smelly soap you find in grandma's bathroom kind of way. Wish she'd just have burnt some incense or lit a match. <br /><br />Jasmine... I love that smell. We get a week or so each year where it blooms and, man, is that heaven or what. <br /><br />To add to the record, despite that facts, I've never had it bad. I've always had food and a roof over my head. Those basics have always been solid. And I've always managed to somehow be found by good people.<br /><br />What does grind a little about this culture over here in particular is the tantrums (<a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/japan/10117480/Japans-envoy-to-UN-tells-fellow-diplomats-to-shut-up.html" rel="nofollow">Shut up! Shut up!</a>) people with power can throw. There's something about a sense of entitlement that I don't get, but I do feel I need to be aware of and beware of it. <br /><br />I understand part of complaining as being a way to 'get it out'. After the initial vent and acknowledgment, time to ease on down, ease on down, ease on down the road. Even if I can't run, I can walk much faster...<br /><br />"I think we got it good and we gotta keep it good." Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-33055546272371680752013-06-19T10:12:42.119+09:002013-06-19T10:12:42.119+09:00Without certain filters, it really is hard to know...Without certain filters, it really is hard to know when a problem is really a problem. I can proudly say that's been my problem. (Is there an echo in here? Here...here...)<br /><br />Living around alcoholics or people who bragged about being declared legally insane and institutionalized due to a fairly impressive track record of drugs, drugs, drugs... growing up in environments around people like that is probably what gave rise to a number of coping mechanisms. The ability to 'put up with shit' is one of them. While it may have been a lifesaver in a number of ways in the past, that habit of putting up with stuff is one habit that really needs to go. <br /><br />Speaking of records, for this one, may it eventually be forever set adrift into the eternity of cyberspace... for the records (Blogoshpere Date: Now), some of the most composed looking and charismatic people who are very far from 'not smart' by anyone's standards, those arguably 'charming folk' who you'd never think could do and say things... charismatic and intelligent people do dumb-ugly shit well and often. <br /><br />When it comes to the dichotomy of "ugly heroes" vs "beautiful villains", everybody's got plenty of potential to go either way simultaneously.<br /><br />Blowing up problems and playing up breakdowns... my tendency has been to downplay or understate with the understanding that, yeah, there are most definitely people out there with much more shit on their plates that I'll ever have to deal with. Have never been blown up or broken down. <br /><br />"So what the f*ck is with this blog?" <br />I'm starting to see cracks. <br /><br />In some ways, it's cathartic. And a way of finding my voice while piecing it all together. <br /><br />Moving in Stereo. <br /><br />Nice. <br /><br />Thank you. <br /><br />Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-64786285295150494482013-06-19T09:26:38.399+09:002013-06-19T09:26:38.399+09:00Kids really do need the stability. While time may ...Kids really do need the stability. While time may fly for adults, for younger people, just a few months, hell, even an afternoon can be an eternity. <br /><br />Your medicine time sounds like a good way to play. Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-18348609903272721592013-06-19T02:18:07.934+09:002013-06-19T02:18:07.934+09:00I was always told when I was growing up that there...I was always told when I was growing up that there is usually somebody that has had it worse than I do. Because of my strong love to complain, I forget to stop and smell the roses. I don't really like the smell of roses though. I do like jasmine however. <br /><br />My only constructive reply I can think of is: balls. In a dark and twisted way, people who have it rough always seem to be more creative. Very unluckily lucky, I must say.hardkoretomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06637315810666645815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-66165405000141973512013-06-19T00:14:47.759+09:002013-06-19T00:14:47.759+09:00They say the Devil you know is better than the one...They say the Devil you know is better than the one you don't. I think they've never seen the Devil Will. Couldn't possible "know" and say some shit like that. <br /><br />I sensed a familiar character sprinkled lightly...still has a strong taste. <br /><br />"it's so easy to blow up your problems<br />it's so easy to play up your breakdown<br />it's so easy to fly through a window<br />it's so easy to fool with the sound<br /><br />it's so tough to get up<br />it's so tough<br />it's so tough to live up<br />it's so tough on yoooooouuuuuuu"Chrishttp://badboyinjapan.blogspot.jp/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-70323249413812284782013-06-19T00:01:25.278+09:002013-06-19T00:01:25.278+09:00My medicine is slowly turning into running or gym ...My medicine is slowly turning into running or gym time. And I am transitioning to a mellow wino for lack of a better term. (I used to be a martini gal.)<br /><br />I am aiming to be fair and provide stability to a little human who has not had much of that. I am hoping to show him the fun stuff in life he has missed out up until now.thegypsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01019720222734603445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-53493718409898645402013-06-18T13:35:50.381+09:002013-06-18T13:35:50.381+09:00Your welcome.
Happy times over getting high any ...Your welcome. <br /><br />Happy times over getting high any day. People need more happy times...definitely more happy times. <br /><br />Rev Holy was full of it, but definitely had a way with words. Could spice up any conversation while sounding so sweet. His specialty. Oh, he had such a heart. Or at least started out with one. Before he threw a grizzly barbecue for whatever demon(s) he had bottled up inside, managing to tear out chunks for them gnaw away at, devouring burnt and bloody bits to make room for the spirits. Maybe even eased the pain of the process, adding just enough fuel to sort of numb the misery on the way down. <br /><br />Nothing new though, what was seen in <a href="http://reptilesandsamurai.blogspot.jp/2013/02/his-eyes.html" rel="nofollow">his eyes</a>...<a href="http://reptilesandsamurai.blogspot.jp/2013/03/seriously.html" rel="nofollow">seriously</a>. The shitty joke was the best. Best joke he told and ended up acting out as he took a sledgehammer to the staircase he'd built upon almost all upon the patience and goodwill of his beloved family. Made a hell of a bonfire with each and every one of the dozen steps. That first one really got the flames going. He had them demons to feed. I could smell it on his breath, the last time he crossed the line thinking he didn't need that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twelve-step_program" rel="nofollow">first step</a>. <br /><br />On to happier times. "Let the good times roll..." Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-21878309104292999062013-06-18T12:34:52.321+09:002013-06-18T12:34:52.321+09:00Sometimes things get a little rough.
Funny enough...Sometimes things get a little rough.<br /><br />Funny enough, there always seem to be people around who do what they can to offer help, sometimes in the way of simply providing something productive to focus on. Working toward goals that make us stronger and help develop skills. And even be outstanding at times. <br /><br />People can do so much better. Unfortunately, a lot of folks run around unchecked. <br /><br />Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-10680815490514195082013-06-18T12:24:40.938+09:002013-06-18T12:24:40.938+09:00Fear really is a tricky one. I guess my take on th...Fear really is a tricky one. I guess my take on things is to be able recognize when it is being intentionally wielded with specific results in mind. Usually, be not always, I will slow down and then wait for a suitable moment. Or freak out. <br /><br />Step Mom #2 sure could party. She'd turn the volume up to about 10. Once, when people were getting out of hand in terms of loud music, being drunk and hysterical (crying and not making any sense), for some reason, I wedged my chair under the knob and ignored the pounding on the door. <br /><br />Step Mom #1 and I are still on good terms. In a way, we kind of grew up together. <br /><br />My biggest challenge in creating good memories for the kids is, ironically, trying to deal with 'the better half'. I think she confuses my son with me the way she rails on him. Especially when she's been drinking. Which is her usual 'medicine'. I really don't want her karma to running over the kids. <br /><br />What's life without a little drama? Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-9785350898581605142013-06-18T01:04:17.267+09:002013-06-18T01:04:17.267+09:00Good Ole Lloyd..Shine on Lloyd!
That album was ar...Good Ole Lloyd..Shine on Lloyd!<br /><br />That album was around me since it came out. Mom was a fan as it was a local Boston band and she watched em' perform at a place called the Red Barn before their 1st LP and for a bit after. Happy Times. That album cover elicited nice memories. Thanks!<br /><br /><br />Rev Holy Shit sounds like a major player even if he is mentioned just briefly. Sorry about that.<br />Chrishttp://badboyinjapan.blogspot.jp/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-43271924465470455782013-06-17T10:47:03.644+09:002013-06-17T10:47:03.644+09:00Fortunately or not, too many people are still aliv...Fortunately or not, too many people are still alive. No, no screenplay. Willhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09661426960326013304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-33300406286713855842013-06-17T01:51:47.858+09:002013-06-17T01:51:47.858+09:00Rough ride, that's for sure. Every Fathers Day...Rough ride, that's for sure. Every Fathers Day I feel like watching Tree of Life. Not the same story as what you've written here, but it does a hell of a job of putting the father/son dynamic into perspective...Will Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07927492067445164618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-92013308469865064782013-06-16T15:25:26.040+09:002013-06-16T15:25:26.040+09:00Vivid writing!
"a blatant observation that s...Vivid writing!<br /><br />"a blatant observation that someone was not practicing what he was preaching."<br /><br />Though the harshest judgments have come from the face in the a mirror.... my greatest fear is judgement from an immature mind. What does that say of me? When I was once a tot without a conditioned filter, I remember what true words would lash out. It's time for a taste of my own medicine perhaps? The precautions I took not to be in this situation... biologically of course. I still seem to have taken an unexpected detour in what I thought I had a handle on. :/<br /><br />Still I drink.... in excess (at least for another few weeks). That damn pride of mine, I don't want my weekend warrior habits to be ammo to a young, unfiltered, perhaps wise child (hopefully not with a mouth like mine). <br /><br />Fear is the mind killer.....<br /><br />In other news, my co-worker was observing me during lunch and found me to be so proper (he is a singer father of 3 girls) that I would make an excellent and fun step-mom, I hope so!<br /><br />Also happy pops day, hope your spawn fill you with enough joyful memories to balance out the years of "trials and tribulations"... if my mom is still kickin' with 6 adults under her belt, anyone can do it.<br />.thegypsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01019720222734603445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3422399840077165986.post-78825762895496622162013-06-16T08:06:53.079+09:002013-06-16T08:06:53.079+09:00You need to write a screenplay out of that. And I...You need to write a screenplay out of that. And I hope that wasn't really your life.Ἀντισθένηςhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06199983680204710885noreply@blogger.com