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Bo Jangles

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About Me

I've been here, there, and all points in between. Physically and Mentally. I'm a tired old man, albeit one who still enjoys a good adventure or story, but still a tired old man, none-the-less. I'm trying to break this existential rut, but I don't think that'll happen as long as I'm alive and able to think.
"What is there to look forward to when you've seen it all?"
Well, there's always this ...
I had tried to toe the line between self-serving hedonist and having found reasons to try and ameliorate my sociopathic tendencies, but I learned a harsh truth about hanging onto an inflexible mind-set in the face of a situation so grossly out of what I had always been used to. I don't dwell on any perceived mental disorders and I've learned to compensate for any fallacies I do have (and, as of late, shedding them entirely as outmoded). That's the thing I think I've found that separates us elder goths from the emo kids of today. So basically, yes, I've sold out to the over-arching man, but not to any one particular man and I'm still able to live my life however I want to and that's something you children need to learn.
I'm not a writer, but I do play the muse for some select people. I'm not an artist, but I do create better than most. I'm not a photographer, but I keep a camera in my glove box. I enjoy architecture, but I'm not an engineer. I can work latex and casting, but I'm not a sculptor or special effects artist. I'm a true jack of all trades, but a master of none. I'm a grifter with a heart of gold. I know these sound more like interests than a general bio, but I think an convoluted explanation of my conflicted nature reveals more than a monstrous run-on sentence about how I live with my attorney ... and ... and ... I totally p0wned your a$$ at halo.
I try to enjoy the trappings of a cultured existence ... The occasional trip to the sushi bar; A good evening of chamber music; Gourmet cooking (or at least my half-cocked attempts at it). However, I'm very much a realist and an endless cup of coffee, a pack of smokes, and either a good conversation or a good book will satiate me. I try not to buy into too much rampant consumerism and materialism, but is that even possible in this day and age? I'm convinced I was either a habberdasher or a cooper in a former life ... some atavistic occupation, and that's why I'm having such a hard time finding a place in life. But, I've gone off on a tangent, and don't want to bore you further.

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An addendum:
I've taken to working like a bastard again, so don't look for me to be out and about for a while. This'll is another job like Lilliput where I'm picking up tid-bits for future use. But all will be useful in the hereafter. Take care all.
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The Undead Corpses of Hunter S. Thompson and Oscar Zeta Acosta. Judas Iscariot, as I'm curious of his motivations. There is a line of reasoning that he was in on the whole thing and a part the divine plan from the onset. Therefore, even the archetypal Betrayer received salvation.

People I'd like to meet on Myspace? I'm not here for people I don't know, unless I'm making the contact, but if you're a truly interesting individual drop me a line and we'll see. I can't help but be a little haughty; I'd rather sit at home and read than waste my time on some irredeemable flesh-bag.

No man is an island, but dammit I'm trying.

My Blog

Disconnect

There's supposedly a disconnect between writers and their subject matter. People have a hard time differentiating between a writer and the taboo or other verboten subject that their papers, stories, e...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 13:25:00 GMT

Pomposity and Your Truly.

    Is it wrong that, rather than listen to some douche ramble on about the most assinine topics trying to get vagina, I'd rather tune out and listen to my own internal dialogue? What I...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 09:16:00 GMT

The Machine

All chrome and industrial grease-slathered - acephalic and vaguely arthropodal; it is lain on it's 'back', it's uncounted metal legs and probes - all covered in razor-backed flensing knives and mand...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 16:17:00 GMT

I'll take 1990s Catchphrases for $1000 Alex.

... And the answer is "gag me with a spoon". What am I doing here people, honestly? I'm at a loss. Onto the category of "Musical Lyrics", the answer is "This is not my life, this is not my home, this ...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 22:11:00 GMT

Postulated Mechanism of "Phantom-Limb" Syndrome

This stems from (as do most good ideas) a series of (apparently) disconnected events; The main trigger being me 'accidentally' blowing up a glass bottle when I needed a stabbing weapon; And, yes, th...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 09:11:00 GMT

Memes

Once again I'm awake way before I need to be. I have come up with an exercise for myself to drag myself out of my periodic malaise and hopefully accomplish some writing again. I'm going to use this bl...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 04:07:00 GMT

Down and Out Suck on an Island

    So I have actually pulled myself out of my malaise enough ... I prefer to think of it that way; Not that I've crawled into the bottle far enough that I'm drowning ... and have actua...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 15:23:00 GMT

Mickey and Mallory redux

I have expanded the original post to stick a few more barbs in the subject. Comments are always welcome. Toodles.
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 15:53:00 GMT

Mickey and Mallory

Last time I checked you actually had to kill someone (actually, quite a few) to compare yourself to a couple of fictional serial killer; And for the record Oliver Stone wasn't presaging You and Mikey'...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 15:52:00 GMT

The Doomed Generation (a.k.a. The Beat Generation Realized)

     Not that much anyone misses but online presense, but I finally found a place to leech internet off of. Sometimes what you're looking for is right in your own backyard, metapho...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 12:43:00 GMT