WTF Wednesdays- The next generation

I ride a bike mostly by choice so I encounter certain situations that some of my vehicular inclined human beings might not on a daily basis. This usually boils down to weather issues but at least once a week I come across terrible human beings who make me wish there was a license to breed. Case in point I am riding down Main Street minding my own business when I rather nice Jeep Grand Cherokee appears next to me and rolls its rear passenger window down and out comes a tween aged blond girl. Now I ride with headphones in blasting at nearly full volume nearly 100% of my journey so I do not initially hear what the tween is screaming at me, just that it is apparently hilarious to her. So I pop my headphones out and catch the last few sentences which went a bit like this:

"Cant drive a car? You suck! Don't crash!"

Now I cannot attest to what other pearls of wisdom she spouted before the headphones came off but I imagine it was not much more intelligent than what followed. Now typically when this happens I ignore it and move on my marry way, writing off their behavior as the product of too many paint chips consumed or perhaps a glue sniffing hobby of some sort, but today was a little different and I was feeling feisty. You see the situation became interesting when said Jeep Grand Cherokee surged forward a few blocks and then parked in front of a Starbucks, and so I decided to confront the driver who was a middle aged gentleman that looked at least half way civilized.

After stopping behind the Jeep I asked what I assume was the father of this very rude tween if he realized what the girl had been shouting out the window, to which he replied "So the f**k what?". I was understandably taken aback by this and proceeded to tell the man this girl was harassing a pedestrian from his vehicle which WAS NOT A GOOD THING. After not getting any kind of apology I started to take down his license plate number, mostly as a bluff, to which he chuckled and continued on his way while saying good luck. What an asshat right? So this experience taught me two things, first that I should not have faith in the vast majority of people for they are rude, second that the future is screwed if this is how we are raising our children to act.

Tasty Tuesdays

We are gonna keep it simple today folks. For this meal all you need are two items from your everyday grocery store, Zatarains jambalaya rice mix and some decent Kielbasa Sausage. You can spice it up a tad with chile pepper or leave it be as I do, either way the meal is delicious and ready within 25 minutes. All the prep info is on the box so I will spare you those details and just provide the pics.

Slice and dice to taste.....

Grab your box o'goodness.....

Follow the directions.....

Enjoy the simple goodness!

Minecraft Mondays- Zombies

Still loving these Softer World strips, I think I will parody them some more! Zombie love makes my heart all a flutter, trying to turn this idea into something more...

Somber Sundays- Socially Antisocial

I have always been rather socially awkward and knowing this makes me very self conscious about how I act in front of people, specifically people I do not want to be awkward in front of. Eventually I get over my issues and just become myself, but generally its too late and I get written off as weird or worse....boring. Now I believe I am pretty darn interesting and sometimes my social issues can be written off as "quirky" or even "cute" to a ridiculously small percentage of the human race, but to the few people I decide to "let in" this is rarely the case. So why is it that I cant just let loose and be all the Blakely I can be right off the bat instead of whatever it is I am? Well honestly if I could answer that question I would not be typing this now would I? I have been to a few therapists in my life time, not consistently mind you, but I like to believe telling some douche with a degree issues I know exist would not help. Not that psychologists are unable to help people, just not myself personally. So I attempt to get through life on my own, adjusting my attitude and tweaking my neurosis as I go. Now if only this would help me with the aforementioned meeting, and subsequent keeping, of new people in my life.

Whatever though, Netflix will never judge me. Hmm, perhaps I have stumbled upon my next Thankful Thursday....

Synopsis Saturday- Griff is...awesome!

Much has been said about the recent explosion of "superhero" or "comic book" films so I am not going to attempt a detailed deconstruction of the genre as a whole, instead I will merely admit to being a fan and leave it at that. Now do I love every movie featuring a dude in tights fighting crime? No, after all a bad film is a bad film and though there are occasions when I can overlook the cheese and have fun I still have standards. So I enter the movie experience with a jaded expectation for it to be bad, and though I am sometimes rewarded with a great film I did not expect, often times my fears are confirmed and I want for my 90 minutes of life back. So after watching "Griff The Invisible" my feelings on the film were definitely refreshing...I loved it.

Griff The Invisible is an indy movie with but one recognizable face, Ryan Kwanten, or Jason Stackhouse from the HBO series True Blood. The film is much less in the vein of Superman than it is Special or more recently Kick Ass as much as I hate to compare anything to Kick Ass. It deals with what happens to real people when they decide that crime fighting is up to them and the mental instabilities that these urges stem from. Griff has no superpowers to speak of and his "equipment" seems rather high tech and expensive for a guy who works in an office cubicle, the twist being that since the film is from his perspective of course everything is going to look like its straight out of Batman. So once the outside world starts to seep into his fantasies there is much more duct tape and cardboard involved than Griff would like you to believe.

The film mostly deals with with Griff and his brothers new girlfriend, another socially awkward human being named Melody who, like Griff, is constantly forced into "normalcy" by her family. These two characters make up the heart of the story and you truly want things to work out when the inevitable problems arise. I wont spoil the later half of the film but it all becomes very much Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind by way of Super(Or if you really must....Kick Ass). Its a very sweet film with wonderful characters and its own way of showing you what it is like to not be "normal".

Then again, who is normal these days?

Fiction Fridays- Poetry

I close my eyes
and you are there
I open them
and you are gone


I close my eyes
and smell your sweet scent
I open them
and smell nothing


I close my eyes
and feel your smooth caress
I open them
and feel emptiness


I close my eyes
and you are there
I never open them again
and you never leave

Thankful Thursdays- Physicality of emotionality

I'm thankful on this day for many things. I am thankful for my overall health, I am thankful for a stable job, but most of all at this very moment I am thankful for my sanity.

Its a funny thing to be thankful of some might say but obviously those folks have never experienced a true mental "breakdown", the losing of ones self as they know it for reasons that are never quite clear, even after clarity is attained(or the illusion of it in any case). Though I definitely still encounter moments when I feel like things are not quite OK I have not questioned my mental health in a long time.

Not being sure of yourself is one of the true pains in life, no one ever wants to doubt themselves yet many walk through this world constantly unsure of the decisions and emotions they experience. It goes even deeper when you realize the physical manifestations of these doubt are so all inclusive that you can literally make yourself ill with negative feelings. This is something I have come to realize all too late and have only recently started to understand. A negative attitude begets a negative metabolism and vice versa, striking the balance between these too mechanisms in your body is key to a happy life.

So even though I have not always paid close enough attention to both aspects of my body, the emotional and physical aspects, its never too late to bring them both up to speed. I am physically happy with my body and I am trying my best to keep it healthy and in running order, and I am also emotionally stable in a way that I most likely have never been. I know what I want from life and who I want to be, even if there are some that might want to keep doubt in my mind due to their own insecurities and issues.

So here's to the future, may it be bright and shiny and full of fluffy pandas and may I never doubt my self worth again.

WTF Wednesdays- Anger and hypocrisy

So its time for me to really let loose on something, to get super angry at a particular aspect of my life. Small children and sensitive people should leave the room cause, yes, this shits about to get real.

I am divorced. No secret really, but generally I don't mention it in passing conversation cause then it brings up funny awkward questions like "so why did it happen?" and "so why did it happen?". The truth is everything was my fault and I went through a very self destructive time proving that I did not deserve happiness and such so talking about it over and over again is not my idea of a good time. Now this is where people get a little confused, me and my Ex are actually very good friends and do quite a bit together. We have made peace (more or less) with what has happened and attempted to move on.....or so I thought.

A few months ago I found out rather harshly that she was dating someone for quite some time but lied directly to my face about it for no reason at all other than she likes her privacy. That's cool I suppose, after all I am just a friend, but when things started to go bad with this dude and I was seriously concerned when her emotional state resembled a schizophrenic with Downs I think it might have been good to know what the hell was happening. For Bug and Bubbas if nothing else. So when confirmed by a mutual friend and then confronted of course she is going to flip out on me for not respecting her privacy, right? So yeah that was a blast!

Fast forward a few months and everything is fine and dandy. Mind you I have not dated for a long time, since the infamous fuck up, and have not really attempted to for fear of being an emotional basket case and the like. So I seriously did not expect someone amazing to show up in my life almost at random, it was not planned and I am still in shock. Now that's not really the issue, in fact its such a non issue that I wouldn't have said anything had it not been so integral to my subject. The issue is hypocrisy.

So I do my Ex the courtesy of telling her I got a date. Did I mention that this girl was so out of my league I was utterly flabbergasted she would bat an eye at me, no because I am sane and like my genitals exactly where they are. But I did tell her so she didn't find out in the same horrible manner that I had not too long ago. Everything is kosher right? Oh hells-to-the-no, this is where shit gets crazy with a capital WTF.

I am treated like the piece of shit she thinks I am, she cries about how I just dont understand and never will because of what I did two years ago, and then tells me I don't need to worry about taking care of the kids cause they obviously aren't my problem. Ummm excuse me? How does this have anything to do with my babies? In fact shouldn't she be grateful that I have been utterly ecstatic about life and all that good stuff since...you know...I met miss amazing? Apparently not. And how might me going on a date be any different than what she did other than the fact that I was honest and genuinely care about the person I am interested in?

Short answer, its fucking not!

So let me be happy and stop trying to unload your baggage on me, I have paid for my mistakes and then some. 

Tasty Tuesdays- Eggscuse the AWESOME!

Hands down one of my favorite meals ever is Eggs Benedict and has been ever since I was around age 6 or so. My mother would bring me to my favorite restaurant, Horatio's, for my birthday breakfast. One of the few things that was more or less consistent during those early years of my life and I am still thankful for the effort. Every time we came to this place I would order Crabs Benedict without fail. Eventually the birthday breakfasts became less and less until we no longer celebrated with my favorite tradition and I found a new way to enjoy my most beloved dish, and though I no longer put crab on top it is still a wonderful treat.
And so I present to you my variation on a classic meal, Eggs Benedict.

Starting with the hollandaise sauce. No I do not make my own, I leave that to a packet and but a few ingredients. Of course I use milk and do not add water to maintain to creamy goodness

Next I lightly cook shredded ham from the local deli until crisp around the edges but without losing the moisture in the meat.

 While all thats happening I poach the eggs in lightly salted boiling water. I try and make all the eggs at once so they are all evenly cooked when I serve and no one is forced to wait while others devour the meal. Notice that I poach the eggs without a gadget, cause Im not a pussy.

I then place the shredded ham on toasted english muffins and gently add the poached egg without it breaking. Tricky but not difficult. After that I generously distribute the hollandaise sauce and (though not pictured) add freshly ground pepper as a finishing touch. They charge like $10.00 for two of these at a truck stop restaurant and even more at a decent breakfast joint. I can feed the same meal to 6 hungry friends for the very same price. Go figure.

Minecraft Mondays

I have become mildly obsessed with the website A Softer World as of late. It features these short three panel haiku style comic strips, here is my attempt at it. Photo credits are mine but the format is directly cribbed from their works. Thanks to my 3 models Charlie, Lucy, and Veronica (in that order).

Somber Sundays- Time

I have this odd habit of listening to Film Scores on a daily basis...totally normal right? One track in particular gets regular play on my internal soundtrack and I have been dying to use it somehow. Alas I have yet to acquire a decent camera to truly do it justice. For now this will do. All Photo credits belong to me while the track belongs to Hans Zimmer's score of Inception (Seriously click on that last link, flippen amazing!) and is titled "Time".

On a side note this has been one of the best weeks ever. Wonder why that is ;-)

Synopsis Saturday- Frightning!

Fright night is one of those films that I did not think twice about when scanning the horror/scifi blogs and news while it was being made. Yes I saw the original but was not really a fan. It was ok, but just way too 80's and the production value was pretty lame. But as the film started nearing release and I began to read very positive buzz about it and my interest was peaked, then I saw the trailer and wow did that ever do it for me!

So I went and saw the flick which was unfortunately only in 3D which by the way just means 3Dollar$ more out of my pocket for any film that does not end in "Transformers". The film is about a slightly nerdy guy named Charlie who for whatever reason has a smoking hot girlfriend named Amy which as it turns out is actually a genuinely smart and caring popular girl. Now Charlie is living a pretty decent life until a guy named Jerry moves in next store and starts eating people, cause he is a vampire(Thats not a spoiler!) and generally just kind of a prick. Cut to mid way through and the character of Peter Vincent who is a stage magician much like Chris Angel or Jesus and played by one of my personal favorite actors David Tennant, most famous for his stint on Doctor Who. Peter Vincent is the resident Vampire hunter extraordinaire, or so he likes to boast, and dispenses his knowledge with amazing deadpan wit and humor.

Without revealing the entire film I will say that Anton Yelchin who plays Charlie is a great actor, he was perfect as scotty in the Star Trek reboot and was one of the few characters you actually cared about in T4, and he is perfect in Fright Night as well. Now I am not a huge Colin Farrell fan but he plays Jerry the vampire with amazing menace and presence, always adding in a little twist to what could have been a very one dimensional role. He is quite literally the shark from Jaws, unrelenting and pure evil but in a fun sadistic kind of way. Imogen Poots is Charlies girlfriend and apart from being a great actress she is gorgeous, no seriously this girl is gorgeous.The story keeps you on the edge of your seat quite literally and provides enough nods to the original but staying fresh and new to keep everyone happy. The effects were great with lots of neat gore and not nearly as much CGI as your typical modern horror flick.

My rating: If you want some old school horror with a decidedly modern sensibility GO SEE IT!
   

Fiction Fridays- The Nomad CH. 2

Continued from CH. 1

The air is crisp and free of scent, the world is still and kind on this day so I continue on my journey with a clear path. When night falls the moon is motionless in the sky and shining like a second sun so I keep going, determined to get as far away from the great monoliths that brought with them so many questions and not enough answers.

In the distance I spot a small deer grazing in the unusually bright moonlight. It has been days since I have eaten, even longer still since I had tasted anything as substantial as flesh, so I prepare for the hunt. On my back I carry several items mostly fashioned from the relics found during my travels and a precious few acquired in trade to others like myself. It is one of these rare items which I traded a weeks worth of dried meat and its accompanying hide that I reach for, a long wooden pool with a serrated blade fastened to the end but perfectly balanced to achieve maximum distance.

I am clearly much too far from the beast to make any kind of impact with the weapon so I slowly creep closer, always mindful of my breathing and ever watchful of where my feet fall to not arouse suspicion. Ahead I see a stone platform directly at the creatures flank and make that my destination, with the added height and clear view the chances of success became much greater for the kill.

The stone formed a perfect cube and provided a gradual path up its side, almost like steps had been carved from its side and as I neared the top I realized this was in fact an artificial platform for at the top was a row of long wooden beams to stand upon. The moment I stepped off the stone and onto the beams a slight creak was heard underfoot alerting the beast of my presence, though it did not move and merely became more alert. Stepping further onto the beams I shifted my weight carefully so as not to make the same mistake. One more step and I would be mere feet from striking distance, my mouth watering with this prospect.

Suddenly there came a loud cracking noise and the beams began to crumble under me, the wood was rotten and brittle revealing a dark abyss instead of a stone heart. As I fell time slowed to but a crawl and I could hear every beat of my heart like a drum. I know not what lay below and as if to express its sorrow for me the deer turned and stared as I disappeared into the darkness.

Thankful Thursdays

Seven years and nine months ago I successfully procreated and produced a small female child whom I will refer to as Bugaboo. Now this is an interesting life development for more than just the obvious reasons due to me previously being against multiplying. This was not so much a noble decision as it was out of fear, fear that I myself would become like my parents which near the end of my childhood days were less than decent. I was under the belief that I would make a terrible father and a child would be better off not existing than to suffer through what I had for a large portion of my life. That all changed the second my little girl was brought into this world and even further solidified by the arrival of my Son two years later whom we shall call Bubbas. I am far from perfect, in fact my father skills aren't so much "Leave it to Beaver" as they are Homer Simpson, but gosh do I love my babies. And in the end it might not even be them who gets the most out of the deal for I have grown and changed and become an honest to goodness man because of my children. They have changed my life in every aspect and beyond the constant picking up of sharp plastic objects peppered like mines throughout my home I would call them perfect little people. So on this day I thank my Bugaboo and Bubbas for making life worth living everyday, there is nothing more wonderful than to see you smile and hear you say with unflinching conviction that you love me. Now please, I will give you ice cream if you could only just pick up your darn toys.....

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WTF Wednesday

What is it about lying that is so damn attractive to people? I know the urge to lie is buried deep down in the human psyche and stems from a basic human need to survive but why do some feel the need to spew them more than others? I have told my fair share of lies in the past and in doing so I literally went nowhere fast and ruined many things in the process, so much was lost in fact that I have since sworn to never lie again beyond whether Santa is real or how much time I spend playing/watching video games. This urge to be truthful was not easy to come by, mind you, and probably would not exist had I not screwed my life up initially so I can see how it would be hard for some to "kick" the habit.

I seriously have come across people in my life as of late that lie about the most random pointless things. They sit there and spout their false information while expecting you to swallow it and ask for more, this kind of shit annoys me endlessly and I have decided to not even bother with those folks anymore. I want to surround myself with truthful human beings whom I can trust and truly care for, no easy feat when the world is filled with selfish asshats.

Deciding to not lie is a huge life change for some and it can hurt, but only at first, like a band aid being pulled off your frontal lobe. It only gets easier with time though and you will be amazed at how much weight you remove from your metaphorical shoulders by not having to tiptoe over what is true and what is fabricated in your life.

In closing I want to thank those that make an effort to tell the truth, to be who they really are, and to care with all their heart about whatever it is they care for. Life is too short to deal with anything less than genuine feelings.

Tasty Tuesdays- BOMBass Spaghetti

Nothing too fancy here folks, just my signature "BOMBass Spaghetti". Is it gourmet? Hells to the no. Does it taste utterly delicious? You bet your left testes it does! So here we go.

First of all you gotta start the sauce BEFORE the noodles, or at the very least directly after you start boiling the water, perfection takes time after all. I dice fresh tomatoes and simmer them with Basil and oregano, a bit of salt, and a shit load of pepper(preferably freshly ground) and then toss in some sliced olives. You can slice them by hand or buy them that way, personally I am cheap so I slice them myself to save $0.20. While dat shit simmers you want to brown your ground beef or whatever meat you fancy along with some season all or Pappys if you got it. Once that is nice and down you mix it in with the simmering sauce and optional tomatoe paste and we gots ourself some sauce. Note that the meat portion is optional. 

Next we take those spaghetti noodles you have been boiling and drain them when tender and delicious. This is entirely dependent on your taste as I like mine a little firm but some like them practically soggy. So we dump the noodles in a big bowl and pour the sauce on top for some good old fashioned family style pasta goodness! I would like to note that I created this little recipe to satiate my munchies, but no longer do I partake of the chiba. This does not detract from how amazing the meal is however.

Enjoy!

Minecraft Mondays- Life The Universe And Everything

I wasnt feeling too original but this poem by Francis Bacon said what I could not fairly well. All photo credits are mine with the exception of the first panel which belongs to NASA, thanks to them for having cameras slightly better than my phone....

Fiction Fridays - Awake: Part 1

There once was a man named Jasper who had many regrets in life chief of which was the loss of a great Love. Though many years had long passed since Jasper and this woman parted ways the memories of times both good and bad haunted him.

Friends and family would urge Jasper to get out into the world more often and meet new people but he knew that they really just wanted him to meet a new woman and fall in love again. Now this was not a completely unpleasant idea to Jasper but the prospect of finding someone who would accept him and all his quirky, damaged traits was daunting indeed. So he slowly began creating a new life, not so much searching for someone outright, but quietly hoping to chance upon someone kind and wonderful. But as time passed and the months came and went Jasper never found that special someone and began to lose hope.  

Until one misty Tuesday evening when Jasper decided on a whim to go for a walk in the park down the street. He had spent many hours in this particular park, contemplating life and his many regrets so this was a very familiar place to him. But on this evening something was strange, not an obvious difference and possibly not even noticeable to those that do not frequent the area often, but strange none the less. The air was cooler as Jasper walked deeper into the park and though there were no light posts or street lamps in the immediate vicinity the light fog had a glow to it and the grass glistened with moisture.

Jasper slowed his pace after realizing he had walked a great distance farther than the parks borders should actually allow, but upon turning around he noticed the fog was much more dense than it had been previously and there was not a single landmark to orient himself with. Jasper was quietly trying to explain the situation to himself when a creeping panic began to override his logic. He began to pace back and forth through the fog, determined to find a familiar tree, or rock, or anything he could identify as an exit path with no luck. Suddenly he came across a short wooden bench he had never encountered before but paid it little attention. Though he continued in what was believed to be a straight line the same bench continuously crossed his path. Exhausted, irritated, and fearful of his present predicament, Jasper sat on the bench to rest and collect his thoughts.

As Jasper was sitting with his head in his hands, lamenting the fog and the cold he was now feeling, he became aware of another presence and glanced up to find a beautiful woman with a slight smile on her face. His first thought was of how bright and full of life her eyes were but then, after remembering how utterly lost he was, his focus shifted to curiosity and, again, desperation.

"Good evening miss, I was wondering if you knew the way out of the park? I seem to have lost my way" Jasper inquired, trying to mask his nervous panic.
"Lost your way? That has got to be the most original opening line I have heard in a long while" She spoke in a playful but sweet voice, continuing to smile."Mind if I have a seat? I love evenings like this in the park"
"Not at all, my name is Jasper...I live down the street. I come here all the time" Somehow the anxiety disappearing, he wondered less and less about where the exit was and gestured her to sit.
"So you come here often yet your lost? You either have a terrible sense of direction or your even worse at flirting"

Jasper smiled at this remark, noting that yes he was indeed out of practice when it came to talking with the opposite sex. There was something oddly comfortable about this girl, who revealed that her name was Natalie and that she in fact lived the opposite direction down the same street. They talked for what seemed like hours about anything and everything, completely ignoring the unchanging landscape around them until a strange whistle broke through the fog.

"What was that?" Jasper remarked with a startle.
"Oh that just means its time" She said with an even, matter of fact tone.
"Time for wha......."

When Jasper awoke he was back home on his bed. Confused and shocked his first instinct was to get dressed and bolt back to the park. It was morning and there was not a hint of fog or even a cloud in the sky. In but a few moments he had reached his destination, and even shorter still was the trek across the length of the entire park. Never was there any sign of the mysterious bench, nor of Natalie.

Thankful Thursdays

Today I shall write about something very near and dear to my heart, a subject so important to my daily life that without it I would be utterly lost, disconnected from the world in a way I cannot even fathom. I am speaking of my cellular phone of course, her name is GERTY.

When I wake up in the morning it is to the sweet sound of GERTY's alarm buzzing gently on my night stand, as if to say "c'mon dude wake the fuck up or you might get fired" in the sweetest of tones. As I search the darkness of my room for the objects I require to leave the house I use a flashlight app to light my way and avoid turning on the lamp. As I exit the place I call home, earphones are connected to GERTY and wonderful music accompanies me during the journey to my place of employment.

While working I check the time constantly and schedule my breaks and lunch accordingly. While on said breaks and lunch I listen to Podcast radio shows, more music, and play stimulating educational video games. I browse the internet for new useless information and check my Facebook account 2354 times a day in fear of missing a notification that someone "liked" the picture of my pet lizard.

And throughout all of this I receive text messages from various friends and family, connecting me to the few other people I care to keep in touch with. Alas it is a sad truth that had it not been for these short form conversations I would have no social life to speak of beyond work and the occasional delivery from Tasty Asia (his name is George if I am not mistaken) so this is perhaps the most important feature of my GERTY. So I thank you Tmobile for charging me ridiculously obscene amounts of money and making me constantly contact customer service in exchange for keeping me connected and happy, for without you I would live a sad unfulfilled life where I had to actually communicate using the senses I was born with. What a horrible world that would be.....

Oh apparently you can also use phones to "speak" to other human beings, though this is merely speculation on my part.

 

WTF Wednesday- Modes and Moods

I like to think I am fairly sound of mind, I mean in comparison to those with serious mental illness and such I am pretty darn regular. I grew up with a mother that had major chemical imbalances and supplemented that with drugs and alcohol so I know at least a little about mental instability. Lately, though, I have wondered about my own personal moodiness and whether that is regular or possibly related to my family medical history. Primo example is that I have spent large chunks of the last year going up and down on a depressive roller-coaster ride while I watch others simply float through life and never bat an eyeball at drama and the like. I was pretty down about things a few weeks ago and now I am happy as a clam at the bottom of the ocean on no-clam-catching-day. So I find myself wondering how long this little high will last or if it is in fact a permanent change in attitude towards life.

I must admit that things are finally going my way, which brings up another question: Are things in my life getting better because of this new attitude or is my new attitude the product of life finally throwing me a bone? I know this circle of questioning could go round and round forever but it seriously perplexes me about the nature of chance, environment, and how the mind creates its own joy/misery.

So maybe I shouldn't worry about it, maybe I should just enjoy the twists and turns that life has to offer without question. After all if I sit and analyze why things are going well too closely I might miss out on all the great things and people that are passing by. Perhaps instead I should just reach out and grab hold of the good things, be myself and refuse to let go...

Fiction Fridays- The Nomad CH. 1

Walking across this desolate land I often wonder how the world came to where it currently rests. Were there not warnings before things got this bad? Occasionally I come to a place where concrete buildings once towered overhead but now lie in piles of crumbled debris and broken steel. It is never a good idea to linger in these graveyards of civilization, but I sometimes stop to ponder what it was like when these behemoths were standing tall, bustling with life and purpose. Why, I ask myself, would any being need to be so close to the clouds? Was it a statement of status? Did the height of your structure representative of your importance to the world? No, perhaps I am completely wrong, so many flocked to these places that it would be impossible to worship just one. So I move on, putting the questions with no answers to rest, perhaps I will one day find my own tower, and others like me. Nomads in search of their own place.

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Thankful Thursdays

Lets start simple shall we? Every week goes by, day in and day out, and always you are there for me. When I am ill you nourish and warm me, when I am starving and broke you do not judge me, when I am merely too lazy to put any effort forth you take but a few minutes to prepare. I am speaking of that tasty 0.10 cent Ramen packet that everyone takes for granted. Have you ever been so destitute that all you have in the world amounts to some pocket change and some soy sauce from that take out chinese place around the corner? Well you are in luck for that is enough to provide a feast of salty goodness! Even better are the myriad of uses said pack of Ramen has. It is the swiss army knife of the food world and can provide countless meals of varying complexity. What else could you create spaghetti, chow mein, and delicious noodle soup from with amazing results? Nothing I tell you! So here I honor you, Ramen noodle packet, for you are indeed a staple of my humble diet... and life... and I thank you for that.

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WTF Wednesdays

I generally have early shifts at work which means when I get up in the morning not even the sun is on duty yet! So I tend to take my few decent sleeping hours pretty seriously. I check and triple check my alarm clock every evening in fear of being late to work, almost to the point of obsession, which is a good bit of OCD I suppose. So I wake up last week in anticipation of my alarm, which is my phone and not a traditional clock by the way, and go straight to putting my work clothes on and preparing for my day. The very last item on the morning routine is to load up my pockets with the various items I happen to carry around. Important things like my usually empty billfold, keys, work badge, and lastely the aforementioned cell phone which curiously had yet to announce it was time to get up. Upon finally checking the time I came to realize it was in fact 3:25 AM..... I did not have to be awake until 4:30. There was not nearly enough time to try and recapture sleep nor was i awake enough to get anything accomplished and I surely did not want to walk into work an hour early. So I sat on my bed, silently mourning the precious sleep I had lost to a retarded internal clock. And with this I say WTF!???

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Tasty Tuesdays- ITALIAN STALLION!

Hello all and welcome to my very first Tasty Tuesday post. Before you tilt your head and blurt out the fact that it is in fact no longer Tuesday STOP! I know this and will rectify the issue with some amazing mind trickery. When I count to three it will again be Tuesday until you finish reading this blog...at which point it will again be whenever it was that you started reading. See, thats how awesome I am. Just think, if Blake can alter the flow of time JUST FOR HIS BLOG imagine what the meal must have tasted like. Oddly enough though I cannot rewind time and bring the deliciousness back, thats just crazy talk and I wont hear of it(mainly because I tried and failed and then pouted in the corner like a 3 year old).

On to the meal! I call it "The Italian Stallion", one of my many pasta creations. I love me some Italian cuisine, not only is it easy and generally affordable to make but you can also do almost anything with it. Another bonus is that you can make it in huge quantities and portion it out over the week, hence one reason why I only have one day devoted to cooking and not an entire Blog. Yes Blake is kind of lazy, but no matter on to the meal!

Gotta Have meat of some sort I always say. Now typically I go the shellfish route but a meal dubbed "Italian Stallion" must contain sausage in honor of this. So I choose some mild Italian Sausage for this dish but I highly recommend grabbing some with a little more spice to it for a great addition. Chopped that up into some meatball sized chunks and sauteed it with some freshly diced tomato, oregano, and basil with a bit of butter.

 Meanwhile I had the pasta, a cheap brand of linguine we walmart shoppers like to call Great Value, boiling with a bit of salt and olive oil. Yes folks thats right Blake can multitask like nobodies business. Once that was finished I tossed on some steamed cauliflower, broccoli, and carrots and voila!

After draining the excess oils and such out of the meat I placed a healthy portion (Lots) on top of the dish and then.....

Added some delicious Roasted garlic Alfredo. Be it store bought or freshly made, the sauce is where its at. The climax of the whole meal if you will. Needless to say after this point all thats left to do is eat the heck out of it!

So enjoy, I know I did.

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