Good people, I'm into all kindsa other things like hobbies, and fun stuff to fill my spare time, all that is fine and well, to be honest what interests me most are the people around me, just some fun kinda crazy good people who like to laugh. I like being able to turn to a friend or someone around me and talk to them about serious issues that matter and then be able to switch right over to nonsence about whats the best way to poop in someone's Fruit Loops....get the picture?
Alot of dead people for starters, cause most of the really neat people are dead... Sean Connery, Henry Rollins, Edward Norton, Trent Resnor, M.C. Echer, Hunter S. Thompson, Salvador Dali, Ghandi (just to see if I could egg him into a fight), Edger Allen Poe, Anne Rice, Johnny Depp, Tim Burton of course, and well I will add more later....when the gooey pink thing in my head has had more rest......Most of all though, I would love to meet people who can show common decency
I know it's cliche but i adore all kinds of music, it's easier just to put it like this, if the artist is passionate about their music and there is substance to be heard then I am more then likely into it. From old blue eyes, to Vagner, Snoop, Slipknot, My Morning Jacket, Incubus in a big way, Oldies, BHC, Otis Redding, Electronica of a wide degree, dance, funk, classic, rap, metal, rock, alternative, holy poop on a stick, I just plain live and breath for music....
I am a huge movie fanatic, I tend to lean towards films that make you think, trick you, or show you an aspect of life you would never normaly fathom... plus I've always wondered what the world looks like through other's eyes, so it's like a little taste of that for me when I get to see a well put together film.... ::fin:: Watch This Video!!! If you can sit and listen for a few, it's worth it. My Morning Jacket "I Will Sing You Songs"
Rarely ever do I try to find myself near a Television but if I am it'll always be tuned to: Discovery, Discovery Health, TLC, Food Network, MSNBC, CNN, Charlie Rose, HGTV, Bravo, The Arts Channel, History Channel, Cartoon Network, Independent Films Channel......et cetera
bhcTheSelfTitledStory, pt. 1(scroll down for bhcThePassageStory, pt.2)He rose again from his shadow to contemplate the decision before him. The sun was decending into the west, and he felt it exploding him from behind. A few feet from where his eyes rested upon his young face, stood two signs. One sign pointed down a road where a car awaited to take him into the womb of certainty, should he choose that path. The other sign pointed towards a narrow trail that disappeared into a lush forrest.He looked at the sign pointing at the car. Upon it, in big black gleaming letters was the word, CERTAINTY -10 miles. Underneath this word, written a bit smaller, it read: Acceptance and Security. He stared at the sign for a moment before shifting his gaze to the other. This sign was older looking and the words were a bit faded- it read: UNCERTAINTY- miles unknown. Underneath, like the other sign were two words: Risk and Freedom. The boy became confused and distraught once again as his eyes began to swell with water. Most of his life he had been told that this day would come. They had all said for him to prepare himself, and he now knew that this would be the biggest decision he would ever make.A resolution that would decide his life course. Those close assured him that it would ultimately be his decision; but at the same time he felt urged to get into the Car, which would lead him to Certainty. They had all been where he was now, and they would convince him that getting in the Car would be the safest way to live his life. Most of them had chosen the path of Certainty. They had all sat down in the comfort of the car, and like most before, had all ended up secure and accepted.... but were they happy? Were their hearts singing everyday they awoke? The boy thought about this as he turned to let the setting sun dry his face. He watched the beautiful merging of the sun and ocean.The sight seemed to return a calmness that had been absent from his soul. He breathed deep, longing for the rays of light to enter his body; to maybe melt away his emotions. Then, after awile, he closed his eyes and slowly turned to face the inevitable. The boy retracted his eyelids to let all perception enter. He glared at the first sign, trying to dismantle the words until they were naked, revealing their true meaning. CERTAINTY... ACCEPTANCE...SECURITY. He couldn't figure out why most of the world was obsessed with obtaining these things; why most deemed this path the safest for ones life.. He shifted his eyes to the other sign, looking deep into the words. UNCERTAINTY...RISK...FREEDOM. He repeated the words over and over as he read them. Then, slowly but suddenly; quietly but urgently, the revelation crawled..... into his head and rested upon his brain.The boy quickly looked up, beyond the sign to the trail disappearing into the lush green canopy. Then he glanced at the car. He felt his heart begin to beat harder. He looked back to the trail and the beautiful forrest which eventually enveloped it. The boy watched as a bird took flight from one tree to another. He noticed a squirrel run down the base of a tree, then disappear under a bush. He realized that animals are not concerned with security or acceptance. They are content with being who they are, and they are satisfied with what they have. His breath quickened as he looked back to the car and the looming city beyond. He pondered all the people scurrying around in the shadows of those towering buildings. He wondered if they were content with who they were. He wondered if they were satisfied with the path they had chosenThe boy concluded that maybe some were, but most were trying to fill the void where their childhood hearts once sang. Most were trying to get somewhere the Car could not take them; because in this life, nothing is certain... He felt a wonderful burning in the center of his chest, as he finally turned his back to the Car forever. As he moved to the head of the Uncertain trail, he glanced at the sign which pointed to it. A subtle smile crept across his face. for now he knew what the sign meant. The boy stood before the path of Uncertainty, held his head high, and said these words aloud... "This is the route for my life. I know because my heart has shown me the way. This passage will not be an easy one. There will be numerous obstacles blocking my way, and many challenges to overcome; but by doing so I know that I will learn and grow from every experience, pleseant or unpleseant.I understand that by taking this uncertain path, I may risk acceptance and security, and at times life might be filled with suffering; but if the risk is taken out of life, then there will be no true living. Through the risk of the life I'm choosing, ultimately...I will be free..." Tears of joy began to gather in the boys eyes as he took to the path of Uncertainty, because he knew he was following his heart, and his heart had told him to stay true to the dreams of his youth. Just before the boy was consumed by the thicket of trees he looked back over his shoulder to where the car was. He began laughing aloud and singing lovely songs of freedom because the car...had vanished...bhcThePassageStory, pt. 2It had been a while now; you know how it gets when the days begin to absorb one another, and the persistence of time falls away like a weary shadow, drained of its vigilance. The boy had been traveling this uncertain path for what seemed like an eternity, when the trail suddenly unraveled itself into a small clearing. He stood there not knowing what to do, trying to catch his breath, which was escaping his weathered shell quite rapidly. He then placed his hands on his knees and leaned over, attempting to give mind, body, and spirit a chance to align, for that last part of the journey had been especially arduous.After a moment, the boy stood up to survey his surroundings. The trees created a sort of veil as they hung over a little pond in the center of the modest opening. Not much light filtered through the foliage, and the air almost ceased to move. Across the still water, at the far end of the clearing, he noticed a break in the undergrowth where he assumed the path might form again. As he proceeded toward the water, he acknowledged how tranquil it was within the humble green aperture, a calmness he hadn't encountered for quite awhile. The boy kneeled down by the pond's edge, placing his hands in the water like a makeshift cup. The sensation shot through his body like a volt of electricity, as he splashed the liquid about his face and neck. He repeated this a few more times before realizing that his face felt very different, with coarse whiskers and roughened skin. He paused from disturbing the water. Once the last ring gradually made its way to the other side of the pond, and stillness returned to its exterior, the boy leaned out and looked down, so as to witness his own reflection. There were lines traveling his eyes, forehead, and mouth that looked to be carved into his tired visage. He wore facial growth that was scattered about, and his hands were slightly wrinkled and toughened as well. Peering back into the image resting upon the mirror-like surface, it dawned on him that he was no longer a boy, and somewhere along that ambiguous trail he had bridged the gap from adolescence to manhood."How did it come to this?" he thought standing in silence. "And how will it end?" Would he achieve the glory of fulfilling his dreams? Perhaps he even reached one of his elusive wishes while struggling along that dubious road, but was so engrossed in how it should look and feel, that he didn't even realize and just kept on rambling. Though it's common for one's dreams to evolve when certain experiences are fulfilled, the boundary dividing momentous achievement and dire defeat is extremely slender, like the stalk of a west coast palm.Behind and off to his left a few yards, a large tree was sprouting up and out. As he made his way toward the solitary old growth, it felt like the ground was gradually rising under his feet, probably due to the tree's ample system of roots, which, over time, had caused the earth around it to swell. He arrived, turned, and sat against its broad woody base, which offered him a bit of a vantage point to view the entire hushed opening. He watched a leaf fall silently toward the water, coming to rest calmly upon the surface. The only sound he could detect was the far off chatter and song of birds; that, and the sound of his breaking heart, pulsing in its chamber. As he leaned into the loving tree, he began coming to terms with the monumental decisions made, which in turn had brought him to this point in his life. His persistence and unwaning desire to keep to the path of uncertainty- to one day fulfill his dreams- had eventually caused the loss of precious aspects of his life which he held dear. And now, sitting in this foreign sanctuary, it all began to catch up with him.He remained there for a long time, periodically crying when a past recollection found him and entered his being like a burning memory, stoking the suppressed feelings hidden in his heart of hearts. He had been so sure of himself when first embarking on this unforseeable journey. Though he had experienced and achieved much, there was still a lot he needed to do; but as he reflected upon how windswept his life had become, he wasn't sure if he had the strength to keep going.There was much he never considered when first setting out on this indefinite quest. But the clearest reality was in the wrangling and subduing of his heart by love�s subtle scheme; for when he gave himself to another, his odyssey became hers, and the path of uncertainty wasn't for everyone. So there he was, feeling utterly confused and torn as to what to do.When he was young and first comprehended the reason for his existence- his calling in life- the purpose for which he was conceived- it was like his heart was soaring on the eternal wings of those dreams. And within the gallantry of his youth lied the unmovable hunger to release his deepest ambitions upon the world, and next to nothing was going to keep him from fulfilling that longing.But as he aged and encounterd real life more and more, he began to understand how the world functioned. He started to realize that the dream was only the inception, and for it to reach complete fruition would take a considerable amount of hard work. For that dream to bloom like a stunning flower amidst a vast field of spring time green, much sacrifice would be required, as he saw that most don't have the will or the courage to see it all the way through.Was he one of them? One to abandon something he had struggled half his life to achieve? He was no quitter, but maybe it just wasn't meant to be, 'cause up to this juncture, his path had been sprinkled with glorious, but infrequent highs, and littered with an array of devastating lows. As a result he felt somewhat disillusioned by the very dream he had risked everything for, and after fighting so long to make his aspirations a reality, the only thing certain was for the second time in his existence, he had to reach a crucial decision- one choice that would impact the outcome of his life forever and a day. He had completely lost himself, and felt that he could do nothing but sit there alone and unsure. So he continued to sit... And sit... And sit...totally consumed by indecision and this state of limbo he helped create, while three words echoed inside his head: "Where- To- Go?"At that moment he heard something in the tree above him. He looked up and over his shoulder to find a squirrel perched on a low branch staring right at him. It made strange noises while twitching its tail, which brought a timid smile to the man's face. As the squirrel's chatter increased and its movement became more animated, the man stared deeply into its warm eyes and began making odd sounds with his own mouth, as if to communicate with the animal. Then, within an instant, the squirrel turned and dashed to the main stalk of tree, stopping momentarily to glance at him one more time, before disappearing down the base. The man quickly got up to see where the little brown creature had gone, but as he made his way around the wide stem he didn't find the squirrel, but found something else.There before him, carved into the back of the aging tree, it read:"THIS IS THE PASSAGE- A CROSSROADS WHERE ONE HAS TO DECIDE- BETWEEN HEART AND MIND- CHOOSING WHAT'S DIVINE- BETWEEN THESE DREAMS THAT DIVIDE...Continue on into the great unknown, or follow the path around the ebony pond, exiting at the same place you arrived."After reading the proclamation, he bagan feeling a bit insecure, like he was being watched. Obviously there had been others there before him, but after reading it again, he knew that he was only being observed by Destiny, who had brought him to this "crossroads", and was awaiting his burning resolution. Also etched into the wood, were random quotes left by those who had entered The Passage over the years. Concluding each statement were the initials of the one who carved it. There were many affirmations, but four seemed to stand out from all the rest. As he read them aloud he detected flutters of encourgement within.The first one said: "Gray hair=years of wisdom, and those who still pursue their dreams will always remain young and pure at heart." - C.L.C.How true is it, he thought, that in modern day society so much emphasis is placed upon age, and by the time someone whose life experience is extensive reaches a place where knowledge and insight could be shared with others, especially youth, that person is veiwed as being too old or irrelevant because of shallow stigmas and thwarted perception. In actuality, one who has fought much of their life to share their song with the world, can be the source of great inspiration.The next one stated: "Life is full of choices. The choices we make in this life actually make us who we are, and in every moment we have the opportunity to make a new choice." - S.D.M.He pondered this quote awhile, realizing all the energy that goes into making a decision. If you believe in the law of the universe then there is no wrong choice, for everything happens the way it's meant to. There's always a reason for each significant occurrence, and usually a lesson to be learned from it. And in the end, the only thing known is the person we turn out to be. This is the only truth.The third profession read: "Follow your heart to the end of the dawn, for its messages will never lead you wrong- As you draw close to your dreams, waiting somewhere beyond." - L.A.L.The man looked out around the tree toward the pond. Sure enough, just as it was written, the path wound its way around the water leading one back to The Passage's entrance. But right at the pond's fringe, as he had previously believed, was where the path of uncertainty took up again, and after reciting that third quote, he couldn't help to wonder if his dreams were indeed just a bit further,waiting "somewhere beyond" for one more valiant push.And finally, with the fourth utterance, came a profound spark in his heart's chasm. It stated, "U R THERE! So do not question or deny that passion burning within, for every single person has a gift which helps the world to brighten." - R.C.R.At that instant, he knew exactly where to go.As he ambled toward the beckoning water, his mind remained fearful, for he knew that with this conclusion, a point of no return would possibly come. That's why he'd been divided for so long, 'cause he really just wanted it all but now understood that sometimes in life you can't have everything. If you don't heed the signs, you'll only end up within The Passage- a heavy decision laid upon your spine. The only thing he was clear about was that his heart was telling him to see it through. Though that meant saying goodbye to a part of his life he absolutely cherished, at least he would go through the rest of it knowing he did everything to bring his dreams to fruition.He arrived at the pond's boundary, stripped bare, then climbed upon a large stone before diving in. The water felt exhilarating as he took a deep breath and dipped below the surface. He dove down expecting to engage the bottom at any moment, but didn't. He opened his eyes to see if he was close, but only perceived a dim blackness. An eerie sense of excitement blasted through him as he closed his eyes, imagining he was floating languidly back in the womb. He held his breath until his lungs began burning for oxygen, and a fierce sense of vitality grew within. As he projected himself toward the surface, it felt as though he was about to be re-born from beneath the sea's bed. He broke through the liquid barrier with a gulp of air, followed by a thunderous bellow that sent the birds flying. "HERE I AM WORLD!!!" echoed through the forest.He pulled himself back onto the stone to dry.Standing there, naked and never more virtuous in his intentions, he recognized how he'd felt that no one cared, and as a result just wanted to escape the world. But now, he understood that life is about perception, and the world is what you make of it, and the time had come to immerse himself in it again. He needed to release all the love he held inside, hopefully inspiring others to follow their hearts. For in the end, it's nothing more than believing in yourself, and the power of perseverance.After re-clothing, he walked back to the old tree. He located a sharp rock, which was probably used by someone else to do what he was about to. He then carved his mark, initialed it, then placed the etching stone at the base so the next person, should they choose, could do the same. He rose and put his hand upon the tree's skin..."Thank you," he said softly, before turning and walking away.Once again he stood before the path of uncertainty, feeling that everything had come down to this moment, and there was no doubt in his mind that he had everything to lose should he continue down the trail. But within his heart was the sparkling possibility that he had everything to gain as well. And therein exists a life mystery, for we will never know what lies beyond unopened doors, unless we open them and pass through. And this is what he told himself, as he proceeded bravely forward, into the great unknown.The sun began its daily withdrawl, causing varried shadows to expand and as day faded tonight with a mysterious abruptness, the final light cast itself upon the elderly tree, illuminating the fresh words cut into it, which read," This song will be for you- as I stay true to the dreams of youth."
Oscar the grouch-I will explain why-People always gave him crap for being grouchy, but you would be too if you lived in a trash can, and despite all the guff he got from all those well off little rich kids, he didn't just lay down and die, he didn't off himself, no sir-e-bob! He sticks it out, and makes sure everyday he is mean to those little hell-spawned kids on that show!!!! Yeah! Keep fighting the good fight Big-O!A few others as well, but predominately Stewy comes to mind.....