Walking into the Piggly Wiggly, there on the wall.. the revolation… Shit sells. For $2.49 a bag, you can buy shit. Good shit.
Kinda makes the “oh whoa is me” kinda shameful. Life can be the shits, oh whoa is me. Then again, they bag that crap and sell it – so, could there be good in shit?
I’d just finished working out… very disappointed my 56 year old body ain’t rapidly returned to the 24-something hardbody I remember so well… I was sore.. Notta great day at work… Check Engine Light (yes, THAT one) came on on the way home… three days til payday, I’ll either barely make it to work the third day – or write a hot check for gas to make it. Down, I was down.
Then.. hopped in the sauna. Two dudes talking. One kept talking about falling down, kinda making light of it.. he went thru several experiences, situations where he’d fallen. People quick to help.. “You didn’t see that” he’d say… Anyways, turns out the guy has MS. Along with… drum roll…. optimism.
Sunny beach. How can you have MS and optimism? He did. And here’s me the wimp, sad that I don’t see “Arnold” in the mirror when I peek… worried about a stupid car… money, lack thereof.. I’ve got my health. I’m sitting in a sauna for behoogety sakes.. Hell, my hair ain’t even turned gray yet. Stupid, I felt real stupid for ‘down’.
On many different occasions, in many different years – I’ve erroneously been focused in on “what I ain’t got” when I shoulda peeked outwardly to realize ‘what I do have, am blessed with.’
Victor, here you go with that Pollyanna crap. YOU SAID IT! NOT ME! You combined Pollyanna and crap in the same sentence… SEE??!!! Yeah, mebbe you’re right.
Dudes on the local Sport’s Talk show this morning. Funny. Enlightening. Prolly ain’t making too much. They were talking “happy.” One of ‘em grew up in the Old Northeast (notta lotta wealth.).. “We didn’t have a car until I was ten. For years we rode the bus EVERYWHERE. Guess what? Happiest time of my life…. We’re around athletes, celebrities that have abounding wealth.. you think that correlates to happy?... No, absolutely not.”
I see stuff that really pisses me off. Bosses at work when they get in that ‘Kingly’ mood. An ex who won’t communicate AT ALL with her son who’s so proudly called and left a voicemail “mom, I’m gonna be a dad.. and you a grandma.” Knocked on their door.. “Dad, both cars were there, no one would come to the door.” (Uh huh, that would make me Grandpa Victurd.).. I can’t control her, her actions or lack thereof. I can tease son.. “hey DADDY… LET’S PLAY CATCH!”… “Daddy, can I have five bucks?”
I remember the day in Mickey D’s… if you want fast food, don’t go to Mickey D’s on Sunday morning. Four lines twelve deep, staring into roughly eight or so snotnose eyeballs – making ‘mickey’mum wage.. doing their best.. trying to makea buck so they’ll have gas money to get to school. The lady blared. Loudly. Once she finally got her sack fulla goodies… Right there in fronta (let’s see.. 4 times 12 = 48.. plus the four snotnoses).. Right there infronta 52 people “DO YOU REALIZE IT TOOK EXACTLY 22 MINUTES TO RECEIVE MY FOOD?”… Now Mickey D’s sits approximately 200 yards from the Piggly Wiggly… and I’ma thinkin’ many at the Piggly Wiggly even heard her.. apparently she didn’t ‘cause she repeated “DO YOU REALIZE IT TOOK EXACTLY 22 MINUTES TO RECEIVE MY FOOD?”
Mebbe there’s another way to look at those 22 minutes… Perhaps smile at an elderly couple.. Observe the bright, vibrant, energetic eyeballs of a rugrat. Peek under that blanket to see the newborn – his hopes, dreams not even begun yet. Look outside and see the miracle of weather, be it great or not-so-great. Enjoy standing upright, for so many don’t.
Lotta good shit can happen in 22 minutes. So where were we. Oh yeah, manure, riding the bus, MS, 22 minutes, check engine light, money/lots, money/not-so-much, happiness…shit…
I’ma thinking, there’s two ways here. Buddy o’ mine historically blurts out “there’s two kinds of people….” and then finishes up with whatever thought/subject going thru his brain. But, there are two kinds of people. Those that look at life as if wearing cataracts… or those that look at life as if they’re looking thru onea those round/tube things you had as a kid.. (were they holograms? I don’t remember what they’re called) but, you’d turn the dial, look thru the telescopic-looking thing and brilliant, vibrant colors/arrangements happened.
Life, even having manure at $2.49 a bag, is good. Today… I’m gonna look at the clock.. figure out exactly when 22 minutes from now are up.. and I’m gonna think for 22 minutes straight how grand life is.. what I’ve got to be thankful for.. think of family… friends… old times… new times… future times…
Good shit man. Love, Victurd.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Dots the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it...
The dot.
This world we live in. Dots count. All of us.
Dot is a pretty unique word. It's a tiny round mark mad by or as if by a pointed instrument: a spot. The letter'i' would play hell and look like an 'L' with no dot.
It's the basic unit of composition for an image produced by a device that prints text or graphics on paper. "A resolution of 900 dots per inch." Even though we're urged to go paperless, dots matter, rock.
A dot is a tiny amount. The island was just a dot in the sea.
Of course, Morse Code, dot was critical. Whilst we're losing those in our lives that can relate to Morse Code, thinka where we'd be without them.
In math, it's a decimal point.
Also can be used as a multiplier: 2 dot (.) 4 = 8.
To mark with a dot. You know, like in India.
To cover with or as if with dots.. .like... Camfires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
Or, mebbe, "be there biotch" (jk)... Like "meet you at 9 o'clock on the dot.
Recently, in my niece's hometown, I visited their WalMart. I was very definately a dot. Packed aisles. People of all different races, cultures, socio-economics.. dress. age.. Dots. We were all dots. I felt kinda unimportant. Kinda lost.
'Dots not good".
Driving to work every day. I picture the helicopter TV traffic guy peering down.. dots.. allover.. From up there, hard to tell race, socio economic, Lexus/1998 Pontiac... all just dots.
I have a little bit different approach to the dot thinking. A dot is a dot, BUT, I think dots can be unique, different, make a difference. Like the "resolution of 900 dots per inch" the dot can surface in teamwork, in a business, amongst coworkers. Common cause.
Contrary to the TV Traffic dudes view, we dot can be unique. Some dots are quiet. Some dots bitch and moan. Some dots choose 'happy'. Dats my dot choice. Oh sure, I've been beset by all kindsa crude past/prior dot-shit.. but.. I wake up, think "thanks Lord.. anudder day.. for anudder dot".. Life ain't perfect, but, it's what we make of it, I guess.
There's sucha diversity of us dots. Some, ya simply wanna steer clear from. Ya give 'em a chance, and annuder.. finally you say "dots enough... ain't going here again."... Some, you wanna throw your arms around and hug, and think "hey, I loveya, let's make pixels together (or whateverinthehell the call that resolution crap.).. There are richer dots, poorer dots, pretty dots, not-so-pretty dots, dots that trust/care, dot that are uninterested.. selfish dots.. uppity dots.. self-depricating dots.. not-too-intelligent dots.. gorgeous/handsome unapproachible dots.. drunk dots.. religious dots.. mild dots.. wild dots.. lonely dots.. introverted dots.. extroverted dots.. overbearing dots.. understimulating dots...
All kindsa dots..
Dots are miniscule in comparison to everything else, yet we play large. We shape today, tomorrow. We set the tone for "good day"/"bad day." Dots a choice.
I really don't know whereinthehell I'm going with this. Guess I simply wanted to relate dots are small, yet play large in our existence. We couldn't make it without other dots. Some dots are funny as hell, some dots are mundane. I guess for every pyramid you make outta ten people, there's one dot at the top that grabs all the attention, and four on the base that are the backbone.. three just above that care up and down.. a couple that worry about the prestigious top dot.. Just kinda matters where we are in life I guess.
Dots the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it. I feel so insignificant, so lost, yet upon occasion so adjoined.
It's a dot com world. (Remember Dots from the theater as a kid? Ya gobbled them down the first ten minutes of the movie, then spen the next two hours trying to get that gooey crap outta your teeth...
Dots rock. Dots are consternation. Dot the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it. Love, VicturdDotCom...
This world we live in. Dots count. All of us.
Dot is a pretty unique word. It's a tiny round mark mad by or as if by a pointed instrument: a spot. The letter'i' would play hell and look like an 'L' with no dot.
It's the basic unit of composition for an image produced by a device that prints text or graphics on paper. "A resolution of 900 dots per inch." Even though we're urged to go paperless, dots matter, rock.
A dot is a tiny amount. The island was just a dot in the sea.
Of course, Morse Code, dot was critical. Whilst we're losing those in our lives that can relate to Morse Code, thinka where we'd be without them.
In math, it's a decimal point.
Also can be used as a multiplier: 2 dot (.) 4 = 8.
To mark with a dot. You know, like in India.
To cover with or as if with dots.. .like... Camfires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
Or, mebbe, "be there biotch" (jk)... Like "meet you at 9 o'clock on the dot.
Recently, in my niece's hometown, I visited their WalMart. I was very definately a dot. Packed aisles. People of all different races, cultures, socio-economics.. dress. age.. Dots. We were all dots. I felt kinda unimportant. Kinda lost.
'Dots not good".
Driving to work every day. I picture the helicopter TV traffic guy peering down.. dots.. allover.. From up there, hard to tell race, socio economic, Lexus/1998 Pontiac... all just dots.
I have a little bit different approach to the dot thinking. A dot is a dot, BUT, I think dots can be unique, different, make a difference. Like the "resolution of 900 dots per inch" the dot can surface in teamwork, in a business, amongst coworkers. Common cause.
Contrary to the TV Traffic dudes view, we dot can be unique. Some dots are quiet. Some dots bitch and moan. Some dots choose 'happy'. Dats my dot choice. Oh sure, I've been beset by all kindsa crude past/prior dot-shit.. but.. I wake up, think "thanks Lord.. anudder day.. for anudder dot".. Life ain't perfect, but, it's what we make of it, I guess.
There's sucha diversity of us dots. Some, ya simply wanna steer clear from. Ya give 'em a chance, and annuder.. finally you say "dots enough... ain't going here again."... Some, you wanna throw your arms around and hug, and think "hey, I loveya, let's make pixels together (or whateverinthehell the call that resolution crap.).. There are richer dots, poorer dots, pretty dots, not-so-pretty dots, dots that trust/care, dot that are uninterested.. selfish dots.. uppity dots.. self-depricating dots.. not-too-intelligent dots.. gorgeous/handsome unapproachible dots.. drunk dots.. religious dots.. mild dots.. wild dots.. lonely dots.. introverted dots.. extroverted dots.. overbearing dots.. understimulating dots...
All kindsa dots..
Dots are miniscule in comparison to everything else, yet we play large. We shape today, tomorrow. We set the tone for "good day"/"bad day." Dots a choice.
I really don't know whereinthehell I'm going with this. Guess I simply wanted to relate dots are small, yet play large in our existence. We couldn't make it without other dots. Some dots are funny as hell, some dots are mundane. I guess for every pyramid you make outta ten people, there's one dot at the top that grabs all the attention, and four on the base that are the backbone.. three just above that care up and down.. a couple that worry about the prestigious top dot.. Just kinda matters where we are in life I guess.
Dots the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it. I feel so insignificant, so lost, yet upon occasion so adjoined.
It's a dot com world. (Remember Dots from the theater as a kid? Ya gobbled them down the first ten minutes of the movie, then spen the next two hours trying to get that gooey crap outta your teeth...
Dots rock. Dots are consternation. Dot the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it. Love, VicturdDotCom...
Monday, March 02, 2009
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
Tell what? A few emails "the hell you been?... why ain't you writing... hope your
outta mourning soon!"
How much you're holding back on me
When you say you're giving all?
Kenny, honest, I ain't holding back nuttin. Oh hell, I'd like outta my house.
My son's gotta car now (THANK YOU WHATSHERNAME, you have no idea how liberalized
I feel now!
And in the dungeons of your mind
Who you got chained to the wall?
Ahm, no one. Notta bad idea though. This internet dating sucks. Mebbe we're
onta something here. Just find me ones with a wonderful booty and an infectious
smile (Two TREMENDOUSLY big things with me... sorry... I be a bonified piggy...
and then I chain her to the wall. Not yeah but hells yeah. GOOD IDEA!)
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
Nah. We all have our secrets. Even those that know us best have no friggin
idea what runs thru our brain. To me, just onea the lil' bitty things that
makes this world here so special.
Did you plant your feet on higher ground
To avoid life's mud and stone?
No. But son came home one night and said "dad, the car won't go in park." So, for
about three years I hadta date me nothing but women that lived on flat ground.
Do you have any idea how harda question THAT is to get around to?
Did you ever kick a good man
When he was down, just to make yourself feel strong?
No. But. Close your ears. I usedta coach 8th grade football. We had'a kid
that had the body of a 20-something. Big. Strong. But this guy was the
biggest wimp ever. Finally one night, the head coach (not me, the head coach)
said "DAMNIT JOE, GO HOME AND KICK YOUR DOG TONIGHT"... We get ready for practice
the next day. Joe taps coach on the shoulder.. "Coach... I did it.. I kicked
my dog."
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
There's really nothing new in my world to tell.. In mourning? No. Just figure
why bore folks when boring has been happening. Needs me a life jolt.
Tomorrow just might be too late
Now is the time
To get your jumbled mind straight
And seek a new design.
Amen brother Ben. I hear that one. I've gots to get these blinders of "same
ole same ole" off and finds me a new design. Preferably one with a nice booty,
and a tremendously infectious smile. Did we already say that?
Did you ever walk for a crippled man
Pretending you were lame?
No, but considered parking in handicap space and telling niece to "limp in."
And what made you think one feeble hand to God
Was gonna make him call your name?
I know. Honest, I've been threatening to go to church. Lord, forgive me.
It's kinda like being too gosh darn white, afraida dancing. I just have this
silly feeling all eyes would be on me." Ohhhhhh, HE'S HERE.
Tell it all brother and sisters
Tell, Tell it all
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters, tell
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all...
Honest, I gots nothing to tell. Damn near did fall yesterday though. Mother Nature
sometimes I hates ur guts. Perfectly good birthday party I was attending. Slipped
on the porch, perfectly good bottle'a "Hot Damn" flew outta my hand. Kerplunk on the
(thankfully) wooden front porch. "Ahhh, not broken... THANK YOU!"..
"Victor? The hell's all that racket?" Oh nothing. Nothing at all. I have nothing
to tell brother and sisters... before I fall."
There. There, I blogged. See? Toldya! Sucked.
Tune in tomorrow. Might do Spinning Wheel. Tell it all. Love, Victurd.
Tell it all.
Tell what? A few emails "the hell you been?... why ain't you writing... hope your
outta mourning soon!"
How much you're holding back on me
When you say you're giving all?
Kenny, honest, I ain't holding back nuttin. Oh hell, I'd like outta my house.
My son's gotta car now (THANK YOU WHATSHERNAME, you have no idea how liberalized
I feel now!
And in the dungeons of your mind
Who you got chained to the wall?
Ahm, no one. Notta bad idea though. This internet dating sucks. Mebbe we're
onta something here. Just find me ones with a wonderful booty and an infectious
smile (Two TREMENDOUSLY big things with me... sorry... I be a bonified piggy...
and then I chain her to the wall. Not yeah but hells yeah. GOOD IDEA!)
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
Nah. We all have our secrets. Even those that know us best have no friggin
idea what runs thru our brain. To me, just onea the lil' bitty things that
makes this world here so special.
Did you plant your feet on higher ground
To avoid life's mud and stone?
No. But son came home one night and said "dad, the car won't go in park." So, for
about three years I hadta date me nothing but women that lived on flat ground.
Do you have any idea how harda question THAT is to get around to?
Did you ever kick a good man
When he was down, just to make yourself feel strong?
No. But. Close your ears. I usedta coach 8th grade football. We had'a kid
that had the body of a 20-something. Big. Strong. But this guy was the
biggest wimp ever. Finally one night, the head coach (not me, the head coach)
said "DAMNIT JOE, GO HOME AND KICK YOUR DOG TONIGHT"... We get ready for practice
the next day. Joe taps coach on the shoulder.. "Coach... I did it.. I kicked
my dog."
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
There's really nothing new in my world to tell.. In mourning? No. Just figure
why bore folks when boring has been happening. Needs me a life jolt.
Tomorrow just might be too late
Now is the time
To get your jumbled mind straight
And seek a new design.
Amen brother Ben. I hear that one. I've gots to get these blinders of "same
ole same ole" off and finds me a new design. Preferably one with a nice booty,
and a tremendously infectious smile. Did we already say that?
Did you ever walk for a crippled man
Pretending you were lame?
No, but considered parking in handicap space and telling niece to "limp in."
And what made you think one feeble hand to God
Was gonna make him call your name?
I know. Honest, I've been threatening to go to church. Lord, forgive me.
It's kinda like being too gosh darn white, afraida dancing. I just have this
silly feeling all eyes would be on me." Ohhhhhh, HE'S HERE.
Tell it all brother and sisters
Tell, Tell it all
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters, tell
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all...
Honest, I gots nothing to tell. Damn near did fall yesterday though. Mother Nature
sometimes I hates ur guts. Perfectly good birthday party I was attending. Slipped
on the porch, perfectly good bottle'a "Hot Damn" flew outta my hand. Kerplunk on the
(thankfully) wooden front porch. "Ahhh, not broken... THANK YOU!"..
"Victor? The hell's all that racket?" Oh nothing. Nothing at all. I have nothing
to tell brother and sisters... before I fall."
There. There, I blogged. See? Toldya! Sucked.
Tune in tomorrow. Might do Spinning Wheel. Tell it all. Love, Victurd.
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