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That Special Time of Year

Ah, Halloween. It’s that time of year when the twenty-somethings start sexy-fying childhood tropes and aging fuckers like myself say, “Right-on!” Sure it’s very silly, but for many it’s the only time of year that they feel comfortable getting there cosplay furry freak on. For the nerds, geeks, actual furries, it’s that time of the year when they don’t feel that they no longer need a venue for their self-expression.

Me? I’m putting my horns on this weekend. Everyone might as well see my true nature. For my neighbor, she’s letting her inner cat out. Of course her idea of a cat is something that wears a bustier and spankies. As long as she passes my apartment on her way to the next party, I’m not going to judge.

I hope everyone else is lifting the veil worn the other 364 days, too.

Sparks

I think, even before it started, we both knew that the third date was going to be the last. Her last comment to me made it a certainty: “I had fun tonight, but I didn’t feel any sparks.” If that isn’t a death nell, I don’t know what is.

She had mentioned ‘sparks’ in an email from the previous week. Almost immediately, I started to ruminate on what she might mean. I didn’t come to any conclusions. Instead, the chorus from “The Battle of Camp Cucamonga” kept rattling around my head.

We’re the boys from Camp Cucamonga.
Our mothers sent us here to study Nature’s ways.
We learned to make sparks by rubbing sticks together.
If we catch a girl, we’ll set the woods ablaze.

A great tune to be sure and it held an important clue for me. Sparks are not about get a big roaring fire started immediately. Sparks are something that are worked towards.

My Scouting history proves that out. Any method of fire starting that requires friction and no rapid combustibles like gas or magnesium will take a long time. Even the most effective methods can break a sweat on the brow of the fittest person. Also, it takes time and care to get a fire started. Anyways, Sparks don’t just happen when trying to make fires. Then again, we are talking about camp fires and not human passion.

We humans are quite a bit more complicated. You could have two attractive, physically fit, sexually ready and capable people set up in a bedroom that has the Best of Barry White and mood lights filling every corner, and still get no action. Something between them just wont catalyze. It’s sad, really.

The ego bruising will pass. To be honest, the feeling was mutual. I could rattle off my reasons, but it would just sound spiteful. This is one of those cases where the first person to speak is the honest one and the second person is just being petty. The odd part is that I feel like I was saved for someone else.

Last night, I woke up face down in my pillow. Just before waking up, I was dreaming of mashing lips with a pretty blonde dressed in white shirt and slacks. The blonde seemed both familiar and new to me. I do recall dreaming of her before, but it was at least a couple of years ago. I had no better idea then as I do now who this blonde is. Maybe, she represents the possibility of the right one for me. All I know is that we made sparks.

Janelle Monáe – Damn, She’s Good!

Okay, in a world of dime a dozen pop and R&B instant idols, it gets easy to dismiss entire catalogs of music because you feel that nothing great can ever again come out of the morass of sludge dripping from the music factories. Then a random link (MeFi [link]) on the interwebs makes you feel like there is still hope.

Janelle Moráe (like Andre 3000) makes me feel that Pop radio can still pop. What’s even more appealing about Janelle (beyond just her great looks and those eyes – woof!) is that she combines great hooks with killer pipes and insightful lyrics. The kid in me taps his feet and bounces in the chair. All the while, the adult admires the poetry and imagery.

I really do look forward to more from this artist. Just loaded into my iPhone Metropolis : The Chase Suites [iTunes].

If you think I’m a nut, then just give these videos a look-see.


Janelle Monae: Tightrope ft. Big Boi


Janelle Monae: “Many Moons” Official Short Film

20 Random Thoughts

Okay, this is an email meme my mom sent me, but I laughed. Therefore, you had better. After all, my mom thought these were funny.

  1. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
  2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
  3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
  4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
  5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
  6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
  7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighbourhood.
  8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
  9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
  10. Bad decisions make good stories..
  11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
  12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.
  13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes – to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
  14. “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this thing I have– ever.
  15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn It!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to Voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?
  16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day.. What a waste.
  17. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
  18. My 4-year old grandson asked me in the car the other day “What would happen if you ran over a ninja?” How the hell do I respond to that?
  19. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
  20. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet, on any given Friday or Saturday night, more kisses begin with Bud Light than with a Kay jewelery Product.

Happy New Year!

May the best of 2009 be the worst of 2010.

The world over has had a pretty sucky 2009. I’m glad that it is behind us. As all of the new years past, this one promises good things for us all. I certainly wish for those good things. What helps to ward away the worry that the coming year may fail is to remember how the past year didn’t fail.

I continued to work on my art even after closing the studio. My job remained my job, and I remained able to feed and house myself and my two cats. I had many good nights with friends and was reacquainted with friends I thought I lost. Indeed, the year could have been better monetarily, but it was tops spiritually.

I spent my NYE at home with my cats and the Star Wars Trilogy. (The first three films never happened!) I ate well and drank even better. My hands remained busy with IM, Twitter, texts. There may have just been me and the cats in the apartment, but I felt surrounded by my friends. It was an oddly warm and melancholy night. I drank too much, laughed a lot, and woke with a hangover. In other words, I had a successful NYE.