Lost

Coretta Scott King died in her sleep in an alternate care facility in Mexico last night. Most Americans know who she was. She was the widow of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and picked up his Civil Rights torch just four days after his assassination. She carried on the fight for 38 years. She never stepped back, or gave in. At on time she had said that she would “carry on the fight for peace within the human family until she was called home.” And she did just that.

It may seem strange to some people that know me for me to honor her here in my little corner of the internet. I am against Affirmative Action laws, deeply set against organizations such as the NAACP and people that make their living exploiting equal rights problems (Rev. Jesse Jackson). I will get more into that a little bit later. I honor Mrs. King because I respect her, and her actions, for equal rights. She wasn’t one of those people that whined about things, but never do anything else. She actually tried to do everything that she said, and all to make life better for every American, not just one minority, or another. She was one of our great Americans. (In my opinion.) My country is feeling a loss today for her passing.

As far as my feelings against the things I mentioned earlier, here is why.

The NAACP (National Association for the Advancement of Colored People) is, I feel, a bunch of lawyers that use the race card to serve their own ends. They state facts, such as, there are more blacks on death row, or that crime rates in black neighborhoods are higher. Or, my personal, and recent, favorite, the response to Katrina would have been better if it had threatened rich white people. Now, statistically, whites count for half of the people on death row since the death penalty was reinstated. Blacks generally count for only 25 – 30 %. Yes, crime is usually higher in black neighborhoods, but the majority of the people committing those crimes are black. They’re preying on themselves. And Katrina, all of the governments involved with that fiasco are equally to blame for what happened. But, in their defense, the true scope of what would happen wasn’t known until too late.

Affirmative Action laws were enacted to make sure everyone got a fair chance at employment, and never really lived up to their promise. When you have to hire a lesser qualified person for a job, just because of their race, or gender, you end up hurting your own business. And if you don’t hire them, and hire the more qualified person, you get sued. (The NAACP loves to do this.) You’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t. All that these laws have become is a kind of reverse discrimination. Which is a shame, since they were supposed to fight discrimination.

People like Rev. Jackson just make me sick. This man could do so much more, but, instead of actually working to promote Americans, he, by his actions and words, pulls us apart. And he has gotten rich off of the very people he purports to help. The way I see it is that he actually keeps stirring up the pot and trying to make things even more difficult because if we ever really achieve true equal rights, he will no longer be famous.

If you don’t agree with me, too bad. This is my space, for my opinions. If you want to disagree with me, you’re free to. But, if you just go spouting off at the mouth, with out thinking first, I will delete your comments.

I’ll see ya’ll later.

Rainy Day

   Today was one of those days that you just want to stay under the covers.  Its been cold, wet and cloudy all day.  When the alarm went off this morning, all I wanted to do was smash it.  You know, one of those days where you feel tired all day because the sun doesn’t come out from behind the clouds.  So, I’ve been here at work trying to stay awake, and have been mostly successful. Mostly.  I caught myself once, or twice, about to nod off.

   Anyway, I don’t think you want to read about me banging my head off the desk a few times.  (Or maybe you do.)  I was riding the bus back from lunch, (Yeah, I have to ride the bus.  I’m not allowed to own a car here, not high enough rank.) and this Korean private gets on.  Before he can get to his seat, the bus starts to move and he holds on to the bar to keep from falling.  Well, there’s a Korean non-com sitting in the seat in front of me and he yells at the private because he didn’t salute him fast enough.  (Its weird, but Korean enlisted salute each other.)  I guess the non-com decided he was getting disrespected, or something.  Come on!  The kid was trying to keep from face planting himself into a seat back.  He’s already nervous enough around anyone higher in rank than he is, and here this guy has to be a dick.  Maybe his girlfriend was taken by an American, I don’t know, but it was uncalled for.

   I have never understood how people can demand respect from those in a lower position than them.  The way I see it, you can’t just say “Respect me.”  And expect that to happen.  You have to earn respect.  Both from those above you, and below.  In the military, you have to respect the rank of those above you, that doesn’t mean you respect the person.  After all, I do have to obey their lawful orders to me, but I don’t have to hang out with them.  (Usually)  There have been people in charge of me that I did not like, but I did respect.  And the opposite has happened too.  I’m sure there are people out there that don’t respect me.  (That’s ok, I really don’t care.)  And some that don’t like me.  (They just haven’t met me yet.)  But I always try to treat people respectfully.  It just makes life easier.  Especially when you’re in a country where you don’t speak the language.  They may not be able to understand you, (But you never really know) but they will understand whether, or not, you are disrespecting them.  (Which is why I hate going out with GIs, especially when they drink.)  Anyways, I’m rambling now, so this is it for today.

   I’ll see ya’ll later.

Dreams

I was just reading Biz’s blog a few minutes ago and it got me wondering. Do I dream every night? Doctors say that we do, that we have to in order to stay sane. But, in my entire life, I can only remember 2 dreams. Now, if we dream several dreams every night, wouldn’t I remember more of them, statistically speaking? Research suggests that we dream 4 – 6 times a night. So, in a week that would be 28 – 42 dreams. 1460 – 2190 times in a year! And I can only remember 2? Sure, there have been the times that I suddenly kick out and wake myself up in the middle of the night, but I don’t know the reason I did it. And there have been times that I’ve been told that I talked in my sleep, but not too often. (Except for right after I got out of a survival school. Apparently, it was real bad then, to the point of being violent.)

So I do dream, but why don’t I remember the vast majority of them? It seems that Biz can remember most of his, so do quite a few of my friends. It leaves me just a little bit confused about it. Maybe its because I can think of something and see it, quite clearly, in my mind. Sometimes that’s how I pass the time to keep from being bored. Its why I like to read so much. I can actually see it happening. But, by being able to do this, does it hamper my ability to remember what I dreamed about last night? Does the fact that I have an exceedingly good imagination while I’m awake mean that my brain really does go to sleep, instead of trying to process even more of my own fantasy worlds? (Yes, there are times that I literally live in my own little world.)

But, then again, there are new theories believing that not everyone dreams. And that dreams are not really all that important to your mental health. Studies suggest that some people just don’t dream, but everyone has REM states through about 20 – 25% of their sleep period. And it is the REM state that seems to be the important part. Some of these same studies also believe that people with low dream recall are people that are not interested enough to want to remember, or have a less active imagination. (Hmm, well I don’t have an under active imagination, so maybe my dreams just aren’t worth remembering.) And that when those same people start to read about dream research, or interpretation, they start to have better recall. Maybe that’s true, but, after reading just a little bit of some of these studies; it really seems too boring to even think about trying to find out for myself. Reading these things is more likely to put me to sleep, rather than make me more interested.

At any rate, if I do, or don’t, dream isn’t really relevant to any one but myself. And since it really doesn’t bother me all that much, I guess its not that relevant to me either.

And on to this weekend. This weekend just blew. No really, I mean it. All last week I was working my ass off, and then Friday afternoon, I find out I have to work on Saturday. I wanted to stay out all night too. Anyway, me and Biz went to the Crew around 9, or so, and the place was pretty much empty. At least until around 10, then people started coming in. We played some pool and ran the table for about 7 games. (Mostly Biz, but I did have my moments.) When I went out, my goal was to get drunk and forget about the rest of the week. Well, I succeeded, and quite well too. By 11 I was on my 8th drink, I think, kind a hard to remember exactly. And I was feeling pretty good. But, as all things do, the night had to come to an end. I had to stop drinking earlier than I wanted to and go home to sleep it off. Saturday was supposed to be only a couple of hours of work. Yeah, right. It turned into an all day event. By the time I got home and gave Biz a call, I really didn’t want to do anything but sleep. I told Biz to give me a call back to let me know what time we were going out, (I couldn’t let him head out without me, who knows how much trouble he’d get into.) and fell promptly to sleep. Biz called a few hours later, and much to my relief, said he didn’t feel to good and was staying home. (Insert happy dance here.) So, I tried to watch a movie, and guess what? I didn’t get to finish seeing it, I went back to sleep.

Sunday, wow, Sunday was a beautiful day. The sun was out, temp was up. And I didn’t have anything to do. So what did I do? Nothing! I didn’t want to do anything, and this was a rare chance for me to do exactly that. It was great. Sometimes, I wish I had more days like that, but not too many. That gets boring. And me bored is a bad thing. (For everyone else, I do find ways to keep entertained, often at others expense.)

Hopefully this week will be quite a bit easier. Although I do have to work on Saturday again. But, to balance it out, I get Monday off to watch the Super Bowl. I doubt I will, but its still a day off. Then, after that, I will be working pretty hard for about 10 days or so. Not too bad, but not great either. But I really need most of this week to be relatively easy, I could use the break.

I’ll see ya’ll later.

Takeing a break

   Ok.  So I wasn’t back when I said I would be.  Sue me.  This week has been extremely busy, and doesn’t look to slow down anytime soon.  Yesterday, I started work at 6:30 in the morning, and didn’t get back home till after 9 PM.  Today, I started at 6 AM, and I have no idea how late I will be done.  But it will probably be after Midnight.  By the time Friday comes around, I’ll be too dead to want to go out.  But I doubt it.  Anyway, I probably won’t be back on here until Monday.  Especially since my POS laptop is down again.  You never realize just how much you use it until you can’t anymore.  This sucks.

   I’ll see ya’ll later.

Hewlitt-Packard must go up in a nuclear fireball!!!

NEVER EVER, under any circumstances, buy an HP laptop!!!!!!!!  Mine is down again, the 4th time since August.  (I only bought it in April!)  For the same damn problem that I have had it sent to them for the past three times.  This is just getting ridiculous.  Then, to top it off, they tell me that my warranty was up back in December.  What!?!?!  I got it with a one year warranty in April.  I even registered it when I got it to validate the warranty.  The tech support guy tells me that it’s probably just a glitch, and if I could send in the receipt, it can get worked out.  Hello!  I bought it in April, I don’t have the receipt anymore.  So he suggests the extended warranty.  OK.  Fine, I’ll play your stupid little game.  How much does it cost?  He sends me a URL for the info.  I go to the URL, and guess what?  You still have to be covered by the original warranty to extend it.  I am just soooooooooooo pissed at HP right now.  I’m just going to take it to one of the Korean computer places here and have it fixed right.  At least then, if its still screwed up, I can go over there and strangle the little son of a bitch.  Then I’ll feel better.  Right now, I’m so pissed at computers, this is all I’m writing.  I’ll be back tomorrow, though.

   See ya’ll later.

Short Post

   Sorry that I haven’t posted in a few days.  But, I’ve been a bit busy this past week.  I’m really looking forward to tonight to just unwind and relax.  Unfortunately, Biz has decided to stay in.  And he calls me old!  He has been staying out late with his hopkido classes though and last night with NB.  (Formerly Brit, this is easier.)  

   It looks like Izzy may not have taken me up on my invitation.  Oh well.  It would have been nice to get a small debate going on with her.  But, I guess I’ll live.  

   I really don’t have anything to write about right now.  I’m just a little bit tired from the rest of the week.  And I really want to go get a drink.  (Or two, or three, you get the picture.)  Hopefully I will see my, and Biz’s, Aussie friend tonight.  That way I can hook him up with the guy who did my tattoo’s e-mail so they can get that ball rolling.  And mine, by the way, is healing up quite nicely.  Much faster than the last one.  There’s a few spots that, I guess, he got just a little too deep, because they scabbed up pretty good.  But, its nothing that won’t be gone by next week.

   Well, that’s about it for tonight.  I have to get ready to go out.

   I’ll see ya’ll later.

Capital Punishment

  I have tried to stay away from my normal rambling style with this one.  As I said I would do in my last post, I have invited Izzy over to take a look at what I have written.  Hopefully she will be able to.  We shall see.


   (Since I’m an American, and those are the laws I am familiar with, this is colored towards them.)  

The death penalty.  There are few things that cause more debate than that.  The vast majority of us stand on one side, or the other, of this debate.  Another blogger that I read regularly, Izzy, a few days ago wrote about why she is against capital punishment.  Chief among her reasons was a perceived moral superiority of the executing society and the barbarity of the act itself.  She even goes as far as to state that individuals who support the death penalty feel that they, themselves, are morally superior.  I’m sorry Izzy, I love to read your work, and we share similar views on several things you have written about.  But, it appears that here we disagree.

   The death penalty, in and of itself, is not murder.  It is a consequence of breaking laws enacted to protect others from serious, and harmful, crimes that are considered, for lack of a better word, evil.  There is no moral superiority in the enacting of these laws, nor in the punishment chosen for them.  It is a deterrent, nothing more, nothing less.  And failure to carry out the sentences would undermine that.  The people that commit the crime know the possible consequences for their action, should they get caught.  

   “Let he who has sin cast the first stone, and we are all born guilty. In the eyes of God, and under the benevolent covenants of human rights (as opposed to malevolent state laws), no one has the right.”  You are correct here.  But, what about those that commit true murder.  People will kill each other, its human nature and a consequence of our free will and emotions.  If it wasn’t for the deterrent effect of capital punishment, how many more murders would there be?  What would you suggest as an alternative?  Term prison sentences or perhaps just life imprisonment?  When someone doesn’t have the fear of losing their own life there is less deterrence.  “The wider philosophy of society demanding the sacrifice of the life of one man for the good of others is dangerous, and to derive directly from Ayn Rand, [no human being] should be the means to an end for the welfare of others.”  But, aren’t the people that commit these crimes using it as a mean to their ends?  Societies have the right to protect themselves, and the people in them, from that very thing.  There is no demand of sacrifice, only a request to follow the law so that we don’t tear ourselves apart.  Being a part of a society is like when you were a kid living at home.  You want to live there, then you have to follow the rules, for the mutual benefit of all concerned.

   I am a Californian and am for the execution of “Tookie” Williams.  I was growing up when he committed the acts for which he was convicted of and remember them.  Even after he was put into prison, he still continued to run his gang, it wasn’t until after he lost his last appeal that he “reformed”.  The death penalty only had its true effect when it became a reality to him.  As for Van Nguyen, all I know of that case is that he was a drug trafficker who had the misfortune of getting caught in a country that executes them.  I feel no sympathy.  Drugs destroy people, plain and simple.  They kill.  Granted, it is more like suicide than murder, but those responsible should pay a price for benefiting from killing others.

   There is no way, that I can see, where you can compare 9/11, war in Afghanistan and Iraq with the death penalty.  The death penalty is a consequence of breaking a law of a society that protects that same society.  The attacks on my country on September 11th 2001 were from an outside organization that wants to destroy us because they believe they are better.  It was mass murder, plain and simple.  The resulting war in Afghanistan could have been avoided.  The government of Afghanistan was offered the opportunity to hand over those responsible for trial.  If they hadn’t refused, there would have been no war.  But, they didn’t and there is.  Iraq, well, that may have been a mistake; it may have been an intelligence failure.  I really didn’t care.  And for the average Iraqi, their life has been improved, even with the violence that is going on.  

   (Yes, my views on the wars are very biased.  But, everyone is biased to one extent, or another.  But I want to take a moment to explain myself here.  I firmly believe that the Untied States is the greatest country in the world.  No where else can compare.  And yes, I have lived in several other countries, and enjoyed each one.  But I always wanted to come home.  I have been a soldier for 17 years and feel our actions, in both Afghanistan and Iraq, were justified.  Yes, individuals did do things that were wrong, but the overall action itself, is justified.  In Afghanistan, we had to eliminate the government to help secure ourselves from terrorists that had attacked us at least twice before.  And in Iraq, well, I felt that we never finished the job the first time I was there. (I was in Desert Shield/Storm)  And I was more than happy to return.)

   I know virtually nothing about Singapore, having never been there, except where to find it on a map.  (This is better than 90% of Americans.)  But, yes, the execution of Van Nguyen was to tell the world that Singapore will not accept drug traffickers in its territory.  It is one part of its narcotics enforcement.  Not to show “that human life can be made to succumbed to man made laws, if our legal system decides that our society demands it.”  Again, it is for deterrence against breaking those same laws that also protect you.

   The death penalty is not the result of paranoia; it is the result of past experience.  Nothing is more effective at deterring someone than the threat of losing one’s life.  More “benevolent” forms of punishment are what we use for mundane crimes; capital punishment is reserved for only the most despicable.  And the threat of punishment is what keeps most people from breaking the law.  Without punishment, laws mean nothing and protect no one.  

   Unjust laws and punishments will not be tolerated by the society they are in.  There will be some form of rebellion against it, unless those laws are enforced by brute force.  That is where the difference lies.  Governments that are uncaring of their people, that enforce the death penalty to protect its own power, rarely survive.  The death penalty must be used to protect the society for it to be justified.  And since every society is different, they will have different reasons for using it and different views on it.  Just like individuals.


I’ll see ya’ll later.

Long Weekends

Sorry I haven’t posted for the past few days, but, I’ve been a little busy. Thursday, I was working outside of the office all day doing the job I was originally trained for, not my current one. And Friday I had off, so I decided to play lazy until me and Biz went out. Friday night was fun. Both Biz and I could not shoot a game of pool to save our lives. It was like we had no control over it. Oh well, life goes on.

Saturday me and a friend went over to one of the guys I work with’s house. Me, to get my tattoo done, her to see about getting a new one. It took about 2 ½ hours to get completely done. And I’m quite satisfied with it. Earlier this week, I gave the artist the same pic I posted here in my last post. And he always draws a new design out first; it lets him know about how difficult it’ll be to do. Anyway, he drew it in black & white, instead of in color, like the original. And, to me at least, it turned out even better. The only color in it is in the eyes of the tigers, which are red. And when I went out after, I, along with a guy he did the day before, was a great advertisement for his work. He may have another couple customers. This guy does awesome work.

Here’s the finished product:


I also said that I would post a pic of my other tattoo when I posted this one. The design is by the same guy that did the one above. It is two horse heads in a Yin/Yang symbol. For my first tattoo, I wanted it to be something simple. And this one fitted the bill, and of course, I also really liked it as well. Well enough that I wanted it to be permanent.

And here is my first one:


Then Saturday night, me and Biz went out again. I wasn’t planning on staying out all night, but I didn’t pay attention to the time, and well, I got home around 5:30 AM. But that’s that, back to last night. Every Saturday night, the bar has a pool tournament, with the winner getting a liter bottle of JD. Last week, Biz and his partner won. I didn’t play last week. This week however. Both Biz and I each had our own teams. He had the same partner as last week. And I had an Australian girl that I have known as an acquaintance for a few months. I’m not a very good pool player, but I do have my moments, and she is a self professed poor player. The only reason that we formed a team is so that the tourney could start. Hey, they needed another team, and we didn’t really expect to win anyway. But, we did win the first game, but not because we better than the other team, but because they put the 8-ball in one shot too early. We still had 6, out of 7, balls still on the table. The other team was on their last one. I guess that luck smiled on us right then. Our second game was much more even, and it came down to the 8-ball for us. But, unfortunately, my partner followed the 8 with the cue. So we lost. But, it was no big deal; we didn’t even expect to win the first game. I think that I would take her as a partner again, if she wanted to play in the tourney again. As for Biz’s team, I think that they got to the finals and lost there. But I really don’t know because I was just a little bit distracted after the loss. I guess I’ll have to ask him about it on Tuesday at work.

And, today, well, I was lazy again. I was invited to go to a Drowning Pool concert, but declined. Not that I don’t like the band. Their music is in my top 10 favorites. Just, I didn’t feel like it, and I have 24 hour duty tomorrow. I didn’t want to take the chance of being late for it. That kind of stuff is frowned upon around here. Besides, I really didn’t want a bunch of people bumping into my new tattoo, it’s a little painful. And with everyone that was accidentally hitting it last night; I don’t want to repeat the experience.

As you may know, I read a few other blogs on a regular basis. And my favorite one is by a Singaporean girl that goes by Izzy. (You can read her stuff here. (New addy.) For her age, 20, she is an excellent writer. She is able to present her opinions in a clear manner. However, in her 2nd post on 12 January, (about capital punishment) she takes a position that I completely disagree with. (As is her right.) And she doesn’t have a comments section. (Too many people were being extremely rude to her in it.) Plus, I want to be able to present my opinion in as clear a manner as she did. So, I am going to take my time to compose my response to her showing the opposite side of the argument. After I post it, I will invite her to read it. Hopefully, I will get a response, but I don’t think that I will, she may be just a little bit busy with college. But I do believe that she will appreciate the gesture. We’ll just have to see.

I’ll see ya’ll later.

Hump Day Ramblings

I am so tired today. I think it’s because of having to do PT again, but it may still be from the jet lag. One of my good friends is leaving today for a couple of months and I’ve been asked to look after his girlfriend while he’s gone. I don’t have a problem with that. As a matter of fact, I would have done it anyway. But it does make me feel good that he trusts me enough to ask. You know, there aren’t too many people that I would do this for. I’m not saying that I would try to move in on their girlfriends while they’re gone, I wouldn’t do that to anyone that I work with, or am friends with. (Others, well, they’re just out of luck) You just don’t do stuff like that. I’m also not saying that if she wasn’t with him that I wouldn’t try. Because I most definitely would. (Not that I think I would have much of a chance.)

Well, I’ve decided to get another tattoo, and one of the guys I work with is going to do it for me. I only have one right now, and I’ve had it for only 4 months. I had been thinking about getting one for years, but couldn’t quite get past the self-inflicted pain part. So, on one of my trips, we had to spend a couple days in Thailand, (Awesome place, I highly recommend it.) and finally decided to do it. There is an artist there that a lot of the people I work with have used and had nothing but good things to say about. I went to see him. Mong is a great guy. We talked about it for a little while, and he convinced me to go ahead and do it. I already knew what I wanted, but only had a picture on my camera. Mong said it was no problem; he drew it freehand straight from the screen on the camera. (I did say that this guy is an artist.) It only took about three hours from start to finish. And, in truth, wasn’t all that painful. But later that night, everyone wanted to touch it. Now, that hurt. But all in all, I think it was worth it. (Obviously, or I wouldn’t be getting another one.)

So, like I said I’ve decided to get another one. And the guy that’s doing it for me here is the one who originally designed my first tattoo. So, I figure I owe it to him to have first crack at the new one. After all, it was his design and some artists can take that stuff personally. I’m not even going to try and argue price with him, but I don’t think that he would try to cheat me on it anyway.

Here it is in its raw form. (It’ll go on my right shoulder. First one is on the left.)

After I get it done, I’ll post a couple of pics of it and the first one. Right now, I plan on stopping with these two, but I’ve already started getting ideas for more. Biz told me that it can get addictive, but I didn’t believe him. Guess I should have.

Both of them are yin/yang designs. Why? Just because I like that style. There is something about a yin/yang symbol that draws my eye. Maybe because of the balance its supposed to represent. Or, it could be because of the symmetry of the whole thing. I really don’t know.

I don’t know about you, but I usually find it hard to explain why I like things. Think about it. You tell someone that you like, say, a picture, or specific type of music, and they ask why. I actually have to think about it for a moment, or two. And, for me, it usually comes down to, because I do. I really don’t have any other reason. How can you explain something that is totally inside your own head? Maybe, I just don’t have a good enough command of English to properly explain it. Maybe, its just unexplainable. Life is full of little quirks.

However, there are times when it is extremely easy to explain. Like when you like a person. It’s easy. There are quantifiable points. The reasons are easy to explain. The way a person looks or personality. But then, when you get down to the specifics, you find yourself hard pressed again. I don’t like blondes. Well, I shouldn’t say I don’t like them. They just don’t attract my attention as fast as a brunette, unless they are very attractive. Why? Again, I couldn’t tell you. It’s just the way I’m wired.

Think about some of the things you like. It doesn’t work with specific people, so you can’t use that, but things (like pictures or designs) or what attracts you to a person. Then try to explain to yourself why you like that, or don’t like, if you went that route. I find, that even trying to explain to myself, it’s hard to put into words. Is it the same for you?

I’ll see ya’ll later.

What in the hell is he talking about?!?

   Well, well, well.  It seems that I may have touched a nerve.  (Look at Lil’ Froggy’s comment to my last.)  And I have a few comments myself.

1. I don’t know exactly what the promise was.  All I have to go on is Biz’s word and what you wrote here.


2. If you couldn’t trust him to be away from you, you should never have tried to get back together.  The same applies to him as well.  And I hate to say it, but, if you don’t learn to trust, most of your relationships will end in failure.  It’s just a fact of life.


3. The amount of time a relationship has been going is in no way related to how it will end up.  When it goes bad, regardless of the obvious reason, both parties are at least somewhat at fault.  


4. Once you, and he, get everything on track, and, possibly see each other some where, you may both be happy to see each other.  After all, we tend to remember the good things, and suppress the bad.  

   What do we look for in a relationship?  Do we even know?  I know that I sure as hell don’t.  At least not until I find myself in one.  Sometimes I don’t even realize that I’m in one until it slaps me in the face.  Its not that I’m dense, (Shut up Biz!) it’s just that I really don’t look for them.  That sounds kind of backwards, after all, with most people, they actively try to start them.  You know, they find someone they’re interested in, and then they begin the hunt.

   Yes I said hunt.  That’s what it is.  Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll tell you why I’m right.  A hunter gets all dressed up and then goes someplace that he knows will have the prey he wants.  He sits there in wait, getting the lay of the land and generally becoming comfortable with the surroundings.  Then, he spots the perfect target.  Now, sometimes, the prey has to be stalked, some more than others.  (Remember, I’m talking about hunting here.)  Then, when everything is set, and the timing is right, he strikes.  Sometimes it’s a killing blow; sometimes you just wing them, and have to track them a little bit longer.  And, unfortunately, sometimes they get away.

   Now, to put this as it applies to what I’m talking about.  We get dressed up, and head out to the clubs, bars, or whatever we go to, just as long as the opposite sex is there.  (And they’re the type we prefer.)  You get a few drinks, listen to a little music and maybe dance a little to get comfortable.  You look around at the prospects till you see one you like.  And then, you start to move in.  Using the angles that have worked on others before.  This may last only for the night, or it could take several attempts, before you are in the relationship.  Or, you could go down in flames.

   See what I mean?  I’m sure that other people have other ways of putting it that are more politically correct, (You wouldn’t believe how much I hate that term.) but that’s not me.  Now, go ahead and tell me I’m wrong.  It won’t make a difference to me.  

   Now, as to me not normally realizing I’m in a relationship.  By that, I mean that I am more interested in starting friendships (Friends last longer, lovers and girl/boyfriends generally don’t.) than in starting relationships.  But, that doesn’t mean I would look the other way if I found myself the target of a hunt.  After all, no one wants to be alone all the time.  Its nice to have someone to share your life with.  (Great, now I’m starting to ramble.  Not that I wasn’t before.)  Anyways, all relationships take 2 people to work, but they also take both to fall apart.  

   Well, I’ll see ya’ll later.

I Have Returned

   Well, I’m finally back.  (Actually, I got back on Friday, but played lazy as far as the blog is concerned.)  I had a great time while I was home on vacation.  I got to spend time with my kids and see some of my family and friends.  Christmas was a blast.  Getting to see my kids opening up their presents was fun.  The only down side is that I think that this is the last year for Santa.  My youngest has figured the whole thing out.  Oh well.  But that does make it easier on me; I no longer have to wait till they go to sleep to put stuff out.  (And we all know how long it takes for that to happen.)  

   And then New Year’s Eve came around, and you know what, I was still too jet lagged to really care.  I ended up falling asleep around 11.  The worse part was that my kids outlasted me.  I guess I’ll live, and, I’ll get them next year.  (I won’t have to fight jet lag.)  

   I kept up on all of the blogs that I normally read while I was there.  (Bizkit, Miss Izzy, and Biz's cousin's site)  And I was surprised to see that Biz was throwing in the towel for now.  And why, because a woman (Lil Froggy) thinks that she should run his life.  Well to be fair, that’s not quite true.  It’s just the way it seems to me.  (This all happened while I was gone, and me and Biz had a talk after I got back.)  From the way it looks to me, (note I said me, no one else) her and Biz started to smooth out the potholes in their relationship.  Which is all for the good.  (After all, he really is in love with the woman.  God help him.)  Everything was starting to get back on track.  He made a few promises to her.  But apparently there was a misunderstanding somewhere (of course, I’m going to side with Biz on this one), and it looks like it was on her side.  Biz is like me with giving his word.  Once given, that’s it, it won’t be broken.  Well, anyway, as we all know (all 3 of my readers) Biz puts his life in the blog.  Well, of course she reads it (big surprise there) and thinks that he broke one of his promises.  And then gets angry at him.  (I know what the promise was, but it’s up to him to elaborate, if he wants to.  So I’m being a little vague here.)  WHAT!  First of all, I think that she twisted his original promise to suit her own little vision of the world.  That way if she wanted, she would have an “out” because; I am starting to think that she really doesn’t want a real relationship.  (If she did, why would she keep sabotaging it?)  She just likes the idea of one right now.

   Next, she enjoys having that kind of control over him.  She is using how he feels about her to control him.  Simple as that.  I’m sorry, but relationships are not dictatorships.  They are compromises.  When you start telling the other person what they will do, you don’t need to be together anymore.  And if you let the other person run your life, you need to stop being an idiot and stand up.  Nobody has the right to try and run someone else’s life, tell you who you can and can not have as friends or even what you can wear.  It’s just not right.  

   And last, long distance relationships should be against the law.  Relationships are hard enough without adding in not being able to see one another.  Think about it for a second.  It becomes much easier for you to misunderstand each other.  Your mind starts to wonder what the other person is doing (or who, possibly).  You start to see the people that they hang out with as threats.  Just really stupid stuff.  If you’re that insecure, get a f#%$&ng hobby, because you certainly can’t handle it.

   And, when I came up with today’s entry, Biz had decided to stop writing his blog.  However, it appears that he decided to start it up again.  I haven’t read it, yet, and I don’t know if it’s because of our talk.  But I’m glad he has returned to doing something that he enjoys.

   I’ll see ya’ll later.