Anger and Thunder

I am so fucking angry right now.

How do you tell your kid to leave the house when the economy is this poor?
I mean look at the facts here.
I was lied to by my parents that they were moving. It takes a long while to move anywhere. But for fuck's sake. This was horseshit.
They were not up front about anything.

This is what was used. Find a job in three months and leave. This was this. That is this and this is bullshit. I couldn't find a job in three months. So naturally, I was told to leave because they were moving.

What was never said was "Find a job so you can stay here we don't want you to leave."
When someone be it your parents or anyone tells you to leave you have to prepare. That's what I did.
That's exactly WHAT I FUCKING DID.

What else can you do?

Luckily my friend, will call him Gary, let me stay with him. He lives by himself and we are old college friends.

I have been at Gary's house for 2 months. When the first month was not producing any jobs. Be it me erring horribly, or me just not finding work. Although, I have been trying really hard to get a job.
I was so desperate I looked to McDonald's. I did however in the second month start taking a different approach. I started listening to my sister about networking. I know how to network but I haven't been to any networking events in the place I live. The Springs is an interesting place because there are transplants that move there. It went really well. I handed out my business cards. I don't even own a business. But I thought it'd work like that.  People in return gave me their cards.
So all was well with the land.

Yet, as I told my parents more of my friends are here they said I'd have to do another month. This was in my response that I had fucked up. Sure, I blamed myself for leaving my home but I think I was forced. You can't just lie to your kids. You just can't. I don't care if they're 30 , you should always be honest with them.

So now with all the work in the second month. I tell my parents again I can't hack it. I've learned my lesson. I went there without a job and it is very hard to get one. So can I return home and look for more opportunity.  My fucking mom combats me with the most of idiocy and says no. You can't come home. You just can't . You need to grow on your own. Even though the opportunities are more plentiful here in my hometown. So I'm like fuck. Well my friends gave me courage to ask my mom first and my dad second. My dad was on board and I had him convinced.
AND WOULDN'T YOU FUCKING KNOW IT...

My mom says when are you going back to the Springs. And I say " I am not. I am coming home." And we get in a fight and I said my dad said I can come back. She says no "You'll be there another month." "They pay for all my shit." I tried to tell them it will cost more living there than in the Springs.
So I am really angry at my mom. I am infuriated with her. She lied to my face about moving and let my brother roam scott free. He did work until his girlfriend came home. He's held more jobs then I have and we both have degrees. I mean what in the fuck is wrong with my mom? She's not listening to reason. I won't ever forgive her for lying to my face. Also, I was willing to destroy my pride to come home. I can admit defeat if I need to. I can do it. If it means coming back home I will.

The place I live with is okay. There's not a lot to do. My bathroom was designed for a midget. My friend is really awesome. Gary, is a kick-ass guy. But the job opportunities are supremely less.

The relationship with my mom was once great and now it is splintering . I can't trust either of my parents. My dad is still cooler but he also lied. So it is just really hard to have any trust for either parent with what is going down.
The hope is that I guess I have to go back. FUCK! But I still need to find a job. Hopefully, I do something. I will still have to apply to places. That hasn't changed.
-Andres

Open ends

Are open ends a good way to do endings?
Or do they leave your brain racking on top of itself.

Selena Gomez has no help to this matter.

I finished watching an anime. It was called Monster and the show was so brilliant.
Could you argue that the ending was great?
I just think it was left for the viewer to decipher.
There was so much mystery surrounding Monster and the way it ended you have to question a lot.

I mean it is symbolically and philosophically deep.

What is in an open ending. It is the viewer's interpretation.
I mean that's what makes it amazing.

I was talking with someone at a networking event. They told me everything is subjective. In essence, this can't be true.
There has to be objectivity at some level. Therefore, sure the ending is subjugated to subjectivity but what did the author intend? The only way to glean anything like that is to really seek out the previous works he did.
You see Monster was adapted from a manga. So, the anime for was adapted good and proper.
And yet we trapes back to the ending.
What does it all mean?
I can't say without spoiling what I think it means.
For now it was very open ending and it wasn't abrupt like a head scratcher.

Sandwich is your destiny my young friends and old ones

Sandwiches are found and often made from scraps of whatever.

I am talking black forest ham, bacon, egg, maybe? I mean there's like a billion other ingredients that can make a sandwich.

    I don't do pastrami or salami. To me the classification of pastrami and salami are like two Giraffes. I think they're two different Giraffes. Either muy yuck-o! To Salami.

I think lettuce is integral to the inherent sandwich structure. Tomatoes are the thing that is expensive. A tomato is beautiful on a sandwich. It doesn't even have to be red. And to think Spain was scared of these being from the nightshade family. Mayonnaise and mustard for me are a must. Honey mustard and Dijon are favorites.

Go forth to sandwich victory!

OR what about the Monte Cristo sandwiches with their amazing purple. Excuse me! I mean grape jelly that just adds to the already colorful texture and your ride becomes one of many meats. One of many great meats stacked oh so high! And then bam the powder sugar hits you like a great sandwichey train!

Hurrah!

We need more education on depression

A girl I have been talking with is severely depressed.
I knew she was depressed as she told me.
I can't do shit.

I feel helpless when talking with her.
I don't know where the sky is when talking with her.

I just know she's hurting badly.
I can't help.
It is like having no arms and watching someone get chopped up with a swinging claymore.
It pains me.
We will never meet and she will still hurt.

We have talked for a long while now.
I feel sorry for her.
My empathy for her is pretty good.

I just don't understand what I can do.
Depressed people must hurt amazingly bad and just can't put together healthy relationships.
They hurt oh so bad!
Yet, the only thing we as a society can do for depression is keep on educating.

http://mic.com/articles/104096/there-s-a-suicide-epidemic-in-utah-and-one-neuroscientist-thinks-he-knows-why

I hope there is real help that exists for her and others. I am wondering because she has seen people and said it doesn't work.
I hope she gets the real help she needs. I hope that she can fight this somehow or another and she can again see the sun.
We recently had a conversation. I told her I don't want to be her friend anymore because I am confused as shit.
She won't talk to me.
I just didn't get it.
She revealed some things and issues and it got a lot more understandable.
I believe in God and if I can't help, he can.
I pray for this girl.
I wish for her to get fucking better.
Apparently, people that battle with this don't understand their worth. She's very smart but wont't acknowledge it. She's pretty too but won't acknowledge that. She doesn't want to hurt people. She doesn't want to be near them. She wants to let go...
I don't want her to let go. We had a big fight today. I am not sure if I want to continue to be friends with her.
I don't know if I can do this anymore.
So goddamn fucking hard.
I just really hope that she can be happy ....one day!

The condrumonous waffle

Hello gang it seems like I have a condrumonous waffle on my hand.
And damn skippy if it is not an easy one to figure out.

1) Would you rather eat the waffle that is lathered in amazing whip cream and strawberries or....
2) Would you rather eat the waffle that is lathered in amazing whip cream and strawberries, blueberries, bananas and almonds.

Really, if I was a betting man I'd eat the 2nd one. Yet they are both so fucking appetizing.

Therefore here's my situation.

1) I am living in Colorado Springs currently and haven't had the greatest success in almost a months time.
2) I could move back home and look for a job.

1) I have to pay 350 for rent. I don't have a job but am working on it.
2) I have asked my parents if I can come back home. They said no. FUCK!

So there you have it . I am in a condrumonous waffle. If I go home I have to wait till January. If I stay in Springs there's a chance I may not find a job.
What to do?
Well I guess for now I am staying in Co Springs. We'll see how everything else turns out.
Hopefully, I can eat the fucking waffle!

I made a dent in my backlog

My TV backlog I made a dent.
But what this means now is I need to watch more and more content.
I need to watch season 3 of Mad Men. I need to watch season  1 of Archer.
I am still watching Monster and Gurren Laggan. I may have to put those on hold right now.
I have a lot of movies I need to watch.

We start our day with Iron Man 3.
Last week I watched Captain America Winter Soldier, Tropic Thunder, Evil Dead re-make, Brick Mansion.

So, if we exclude Brick Mansion and Evil Dead I watched four movies. Resident Evil extinction .
Join me as I am able to watch more movies.

Resumes and the dreaded HR

Not all HR people are pure evil.
And how much fucking patience can I possibly have.
182 jobs later and not a single interview or bite.

I am in a new place and need to be patient. I need to focus on making a viable network.
Yet, will I have the same results.

My parents claimed I have a bad attitude about getting a job. It could not be the fucking opposite from the truth. I am willing to work but so are millions of other people.
I need to just enjoy my time in this new place and apply like crazy but also restore my sanity. Which I can do by relaxing.
If I am wholly pent up on finding a job even though it is a priority I will stress out.

I need to relax.
I also want to mention my resume is pretty good. Despite, what my parents have said. It has gone through many revisions and re-imaginings.

Wow and the new 90

  World of Warcraft for me has been a roller coaster of craziness.

            Seven years of college and in between some WOW. So what that means for me is horrible instability. Like when a monkey reaches for a banana but a banana swatting robot stops the monkey. Ya know?

            So I mean I have been inconsistent in playing WOW.

But that all turned around on my month and a half journey. It all started in September of this year. I was a lvl 70. Not brushing any dirt off anyone's shoulders but yeah it was the highest level I attained since 60.         So I was like how can this WOW be spent. My mining was really low. It was like in the 200's . My first aid was low. Non-existent really aside from the bandages before netherweave. And there was my smelting God-awfuly low. I was not in a good position. My WOW account got hacked and I wanted to see if I could hit 90.

            The new changes kinda hit. I was off to it. I leveled from 70-90. In a month and a half. And if that's slow I will take it. Here I am some dumb-ass guy that celebrates lvl 60 and I was not capped. Seriously, I treated myself out to the slickest little Italian restaurant, called Cafe Jiordanos. I remember it like I was just there. I had an amazing wine noodle meal. It sounds basic but the wine drenched the noodles with some sort of amazing sauce. It was a well deserved celebration.  I think I mentioned that in another post. So as I type this I have a minted 90, that does what 90's do, I go and look for gear on Timeless Isle. I farm froggies. I gear up.

The gear jump from Cataclycsm to Wrath of the Lich King was like a big 'ole meh. But the gear jump from Lich King to Pandaville was like OH MY WOW GOD HOLY Gerbil Shit Jesus!!!

So I rest my case. Really, I have no case to rest but am just fortunate to have Cyranicorn reach the greatest heights in the game. That is what I have finally been dreaming of. Getting level capped and finally waiting for a brand spanking new expansion to come out. And Holy Christ Moses Tube Socks Anarchistic Monkeys, it finally happened. I don't want to name my post "It finally happened" because I have another post named that. Just thinking of all the time it took to hit 90 is insane. And in this run for a month and a half I met some new friends.

I met a guy who helped me and eased me along the new expansions. Starting off with Cataclycsm and explaining to me, you're playing your character wrong. Here let me help! With those words I was ready to kick some ass in dungeons. A new thing that I never really thought of . Grinding dungeons to get to levels instead of just doing quests. Then he left for a couple of weeks and let his friend play the beta for WOD.

Warlords of Draenor.

            So by this time I was an 80 looking really good. But it was in Northrend that I met someone equally different. A paladin that was a girl paladin and since I got the hang of dungeons or in WOW , they're called, instances....yeah instances. I later found it his name was Matt and he ran with a competent guild. The keyword was competent. So I was rather satisfied but there were some problems. I was still by myself and still not 90. I worked very hard to get to 90. So much in fact this is the most I have ever played in one session. I played almost every week with some exceptions thrown in there for good measure. You have to take days off of WOW. It is damn important. Nights of 5 a.m., 6 a.m. and 4 a.m. almost nightly. Whatever it took aside from cheating to reach the top. I was super tired on most days actually. And my sleep schedule was fucked because of it. But I digress I was able to find a new home with a new guild.

             A brief synopsis was in the vanilla days I was left for dead. About a month after WOW hit I got the game. I wanted to play with my friends. We leveled from level 0-35-40. In those days leveling was a cold bitch. No real mods, no real anything, no real shit in which would make the game easier. Finding quests was a nightmare. After I hit 37 or 38 my friends up and abandoned me. The last time I would ever play with them was in my senior year of high school. Then it was off to college for me and they never kept in touch. They were all capped and I was struggling to find fun in wow. I was on Cenarion Circle and in those days it was a great server. Although, I never really had a real guild.

So it was super refreshing to have a friend like Matt help me through everything. Now I made a character transfer from Illidan to Agrammar. It is just amazing the blood and sweat that went into that 90 from vanilla. I am proud of myself for sticking with it. For WOW calling to me and humming and singing to me " You have unfinished business Andres. Come play . Come play. I obliged. And here I am today a level 90 happy as a goddamn clam on a Tuesday. I feel until the new expansion comes out I am snug as a bug. I can't afford WOW right now and I sure as hell can't afford Warlords of Draenor. My journey is highly unique in its ownright. Every person I meet in WoW I tell them about my sad tale of woe. I did it. I say.

I did it. I cheer in my mind and cheer all around. For this nothing was going to stop me from achieving my goal. I am fucking determined. I really wish my friends could have witnessed that last ding. The last ding for now...

I wanted to shout out to all the people that helped me achieve 90. Oh and my tauren  is celebrating in his own way. He's in Two Moons in Pandaria sitting down to a nice cup of tea. He has deserved it. Yes, he has deserved the great gear he has. I am just wondering how the hell I can get the next expansion and what my internet looks like. Where's the goddamn router at? I have yet to find it.

People that helped me achieve 90 : Matt Twigs, Cenarion Guild. Forgot their name, My new guild (Questors of Azeroth) In no order, Tony, Matt, Holly, Corey, Zach, Dallas,

But Wow doesn't ever go away. It will be singing to me once more. All you need is a pre-paid card or a credit card . It still sings to me. Goodbye, Cyranicorn, for now old friend.

_Andres

The Narcisstic Cavern

Not to be a narcissitic nelly but I am wondering about living in your own world.

Sometimes to have a re-integration into society we need to coax ourselves into the belief we matter.

So by all means go all out and just treat yourself amazing for a day. I mean I have to deal with so much shit at my house. My bro on the average is a dick. My sister just fights with me and calls me loud. My parent's betrayal has been linked to moving my shit around and not holding promises.

So fuck yeah. A day away from society in some narcissitic cavern is not horrible. It is awesome! The reason being is you can find yourself outside the convents of a sophisticated society, with systems and laws.

Somewhere outside the bounds of it all. No transcendence required.

Let Narcissims take hold once in a while. Sometimes I think my world is better than society. I get a lot done there. I just wonder about how to put a balance on it all. I like society but sometimes it ain't meshing with me. I just overall think differntly then what society constructs.

Something just to think about.

It may be an anime night

I have just started watching Kill La Kill. Thus, far, it is fucking brilliant.
The art style.
The characters.
The inappropriateness.  HEHEHEHEHEHH! So what if the show is perverted. I care not.


HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAH! So that's just one of the anime's I am watching. The other as a new start is Gurren Laggan.


I just FINISHED Full Metal Alchemist a couple days ago. It is always a couple, isn't it? Yeah, it is.
Plus, I am watching Monster. I am only on episode 12 but the deep psychological side of the show really pushes me further into the deep dark mystery.

HEHHEHEHEHEHHEH!

I am so happy to have a night dedicated to anime tonight. Gleefully I needed something like this.
I may even watch a movie tonight.
I am not wanting to overwhelm myself.

Matoi is a very awesome character thus far. I am only on ep 5. She's a determined hal-scissor wielding bad-ass with an awesome suit.

Ta-ta for now.

There's a lot happening : My thoughts

Fucking goddamnit people get your proverbial shit together.

IF I call you please call back. The working world begins to tear my soul from my bones. Seriously, you haven't the decency to call me back.
-NFL.
The NFL knew what they were doing was wrong and tried to cover it up. Bill Simmons was suspended for speaking his mind. He just happened to say some lewd and crude comments directed at Comissioner Roger Goddell. When will we learn.

-Ferguson-Poof! It isn't really in the news anymore.
The Fappening 3. If there was a 2 why would there not be a 3. If your dumb as fuck and are famous and take naked pics, it is kinda karma, isn't it?

CU and not being able to score in 2OT. You have a 4th and goal and you can't punch it in double overtime. Instead you fake read option keep it and are stuffed. What in the fuck! Buffs, come on. You led 21-7.
FUCK FUCK FUCK!

My parents. Come on parents I know you want me outta the house. You don't have to pile all this shit on me.
The dog peed. You need to cancel your credit card. We aren't kicking you out we're moving on. You need to find a job.
FUCK I am sick of it. Fuck off! I am leaving in a month anyway.

My bike. I go to get away from my house to keep my  inert sanity and what happens my goddamn bike has  a flat tire. I can't even escape my house.
I am so stressed I am not sure what to do. I try to escape to WOW and now have to cancel. The same thing with Xbox Live. I still find refuge in video games as I always have. I still talk to a ton of people.

Women- I wanted to play Ultimate Frisbee with you and you said you tell me when you're free. Now you're in school awesome. Wonder Girl seems wonder lost. She stopped talking to me cold turkey For what fucking reason is anybody's guess.

Apostrophes- They keep eluding me when I need them the most.

I don't have a clear direction right now in life. I feel just very uprooted, frustrated, angry, no-privacy.
My computer is located next to my bro's room and my living room. No -privacy means I have to wait to play games and watch what the brimey fuck I want to watch. It is beyond frustrating at this point.
Moving out will give me a different outlook on life.

Jobs-They can all go to fuckville.

Emma Watson and talking about the U.N.

It seems to me that Emma Watson addressed the United Nations.
I don't know if it was today or yesterday.

I do however know the boom of her audacious voice was captivating.
She wants what we all want gender equality.
In her speech she talked about the He for She campaign.

It addresses the idea that Feminism in its own right has become an ugly word.
That we as a civilization still don't have gender equality and that it comes from within.
She says we need to focus on the tenants of a civilization and that's being human.
We are all human.
Yes, we error and we are fraught with many a glaring mistake. Yet, we need to be able to address this issue
of gender equality. I think an important step is identifying what measures to take through an educational fundamental teaching.
I took a Feminist Ethics class and the lens I used to see women was drastically shaped and otherwise changed. I'm glad for the most  part I can see how women struggle. She says like we were taught in school Feminism at its fundamental root is equality for all.

It should not be misconstrued as just women gaining the upper hand in the fight for equality. The He for She Campaign is brilliant.
She also said that if men are not treated and chastizied by feminists they will organically be better for it. That it does not just start with women but both men and women.
I think Emma Watson is brilliant with her words and her cause. She's on to something and it is something that has been discussed for 20 years +. When will change happen is the larger issue. We're in 2014 and haven't really budged a lot. As with all things being educated about said issue is of the up-most importance as a full fledged damn society.

I encourage everyone to take a feminist class or Fem Ethics class. Especially, men that have a degrading view towards women.
Thanks
_Andres

One Fantasy, Two Fantasy, Three Fantasy...Four

I am on about my sixth year of Fantasy Football.
I am way in over my head. I picked six leagues and found out that I may have nine.
What is wrong with me?
9 leagues. In years previous I would only run 3 at the max.

How times have changed.
The ire of Fantasy is a good one. You can meet complete strangers and whip their ass. You can do horrible and somehow sneak into the playoffs. You can go from the bottom of the league to a third place finish.
It is unpredictable like the game of football.
One minute Adrian Peterson is riding high with 150 yards the next he's suspended for beating his son with a switch. One minute Rob Gronkowski is catching everything like a fishing net. The next his production dives off a cliff along with his health.
One minute Robbert Griffin the III is healthy....oh wait that's a rarity. So much in fact that he dislocated his ankle. Ouchie Mama!
So Fantasy Football also has the benefits of getting money. I am not good enough for that so I'll sit here and pontificate the lineups for week 4.

-Have a good Fantasy people!

One step forward and two steps back

I feel even in this horribly economic stupor I am trying to find a calling.
Mainly, I have been looking and contacting newspapers.
I think I'd make a damn fine journalist. No matter how hard I have to work.
I think I am cut from a different journalistic thread to help report the news the right way.

I was told to look at all sorts of newspapers. So I have done that much. I have also tried to contact a Chamber of Commerce and so many other jobs.

I have put in effort daily to find a job. More specifically I'd hold out for a Journalism Job.
If not that then I am looking for whatever at the moment.
-Andres

Knock! Knock! Motherfucker.

Shouting came from over there.
There was analogous to the story.
Shouting was from near my parent's room.
For fuck's sake my mom was ranting and almost foaming at her mouth.
"You got me this piece of shit phone." she yammered.
Then what was worse was she kept on yelling like a hot freight train that doesn't know how to shut  up.
I wanted to just say shut the fuck up but it is rude.
Plus, given what's going on with the world in Ferguson, ISIS, and some other shit it would really deteriorate my sense of self.
All though, I do always mumble or yell fuck. So there's no love loss there.
Anywho, she's yammering and making a scene and I read the clock and it is 6:15 a.m.
So I am fucking angry.
Then a KNOCK! KNOCK!
I put on some shorts and it is my dad. My mom is still fuming and my Pop's says to get up.
I comply.
My mom is still whimpering and grating her words against my dad and it is a real shit fest.
So, there I stand in my shorts glarry- eyed with the eye crusties. Not sure what to do .
Because I guess I am Atlas and need to carry the burden of being the middle child.
So it turns out that we got new phones. Yeah, that's all good in well. But if you give an elderly person any type of new device the complaints come in tsunami like waves. "Well I don't know how to work this piece of shit." she bellows. Well fuck we can teach you mom. We can.
We are educated in technology. We're like the techno generation.
So therefore we have lots of knowledge of computers and PHONES.
So she's still bitching. We haven't really even been standing there five minutes.
The bitch wave starts up like a mad tyrant. "Well I have clients and this shit is not working. How would you like it if you're dealing with vets and they can't get ahold of you?" she says. It gets better.
I am being blamed for something I have no control over. We just got brand new phones from T-Mobile yesterday. They gave us temporary numbers . I have no control over it. I'm not a psychic and can just will a phone to do whatever it needs to do with a fucking wave of my hand, plus, I can't magically make shit work or in this case her phone. "Calm down you're yelling too much.", says my Dad. I agree.
You diffuse a situation by examining LOGICALLY the facts. Okay, or a better sentence. You can logically diffuse a situation when someone is shouting.
Step 1) Tell them to slow their roll and calm the fuck down.
You can do this with tact.
Step2) Examine the situation presently.
Step3) Don't rinse or repeat. Just try to come to a peaceful solution where zombies head's don't internally combust.
Therefore, I can't control a lot of shit. I ride the wave of life. My mom is the polar opposite she tries to micro manage my family and me like I am a zergling. Like she's the fucking Overmind and we have no hydras. What gives?
We move onwards.
So after about 8 mins I would estimate my mom just bitched her way to a trophy. Plus, now I am fucking so angry for being woken up. I am just like it is way too fucking early to be up. So now my mom is about to go to work whilst still yelling. You can't really calm her down.
Here's the gut punch. When we tell her there's a temporary number she fucking explodes. She's close to a diagonal part of our house. I say diagonal because there's these white French doors that kinda open on a shitty rail system. She's standing right there frothing at the mouth  and proverbially fucking angry as a 'Coon Dog'. That's not meant to be a racist term. That's my disclaimer.
Then I go back to sleep and slam the door. Because if you don't slam the door you don't mean business. I was so goddamn fucking tired. So then I hear her yell through the door "I am going to kick you out of the house for this." -vivaciously and in an agonizing tone. Something akin to a really mad school teacher combining her chalk board fingers with a wretched scream. There's yelling and then there's fucking THAT.
That is no good.
So that's how the morning started.

It had red eyes

Today, as this day was kinda crazy I wanted to express some shit.
I like a lot of paranormal stuff. Ghosts and UFO's and other type shit.
I am not gunna fuck with a Oujia Board.
No need to conjure anything from that board. Not worth it.
Not a good idea to get into black magic.
So I stay away from all that shit.
I just like investigating paranormal shit.
I am not that brave to visit actual sites. I let ghosthunters do all the investigating they want.

One thing that really intrigues me is the Mothman. In Pleasant View or Town or some Pleasant something or rather lives the Mothman. Today, I was watching the science channel and it told of the Mothman. Now back  in the early or late 70's there was a report of a man and his girlfriend going over a bridge in West Virginia. As they go over the bridge they see I think what they said....was a Mothman . A dark figure with large fucking wingspan and red eyes. Now that was in the 70's and maybe a little earlier than the 70's . I may have screwed the pooch with this mentioning. However, this lead to some major collapse of the bridge that their truck was on. So whatever this being is, Angel, demon, purveyor of the land's is fucking terrifying.
Does it serve as a prophetic messenger? Does it have alien origin? Dunno. I do however know that there's tons of speculation.
Let's go onto a different eerie account.
It was 2009 when this occured.Your name is Henry I think. Anyway I think that was his name....Henry or Henri. I just remember him saying in his eye witness account that him and his wife were driving. Who in their right mind looks for deer at like 10 or 11 p.m. at night? Again, the times are guessed. So if you're a Mothman theorists please...fucking correct me. I am really serious. I want to get as many facts as I can right. So you're out in a car and it is snowing. It is cold. I think the wind slowly was blowing. I don't think it was gusting or anything. Suddenly, he said he looked to the right and there's the Mothman. Motherfucker! Are you kidding me? It is there looking at the car. He claims it unhinged its left black wing. It then looked at them and dove off the side of the bridge and went away. He said they drove as fast as they could and got the hell out of there.
A) I would have probably shit my pants if I see what he describes as a six foot -ten creature or scary-ass fucking black being with red -eyes. B) There was no further investigation. I think we know the answer. If you shit yourself you can further instigate that you have browned your underwear. Therefore, you fall into a paralytic state of shock and shit. Therefore, it is deduced you can't move. Fuck!
Are you shitting me?! If that's the case I am not investigating anything. Not with a 6 '10 creature staring at me or my wife's soul. So he did the right thing and got the hell out of there. He even said I didn't even check to see what it was. The Mothman purportedly jumped off the side of the bridge and went away. Holy Fuck! That is so scary. You're telling me you see this goddamn thing and you don't stop to check it out. You got brains, kid, ya got brains. I am not sticking around to be eaten, maimed or otherwise devoured by said fucking creature. He also reported his wife can't talk about it. The very thought of the conversation makes her uneasy. So if you see the Mothman is there telkenetic energy surrounding it?
I am super curious.
What exactly is it? Why is it here? Does it actually prophesize doom? Does it have Mothman buddies that roam with the king Mothman? Is there a Mothwoman so as to be PC? Are there Mothman followers.
I have no answers for you. I do know that the sheer eerieness is enough to make you think fucking twice about looking for deer at 11 p.m.
Don't read this at night. Not a very wise idea. Not wise and just plain not very intelligent if you're looking to catch and early flight or you have work.
Thanks.....me and my fucking curiousity.
;_
-V

It takes you how long to get back to me?

So I apply for a said job in June. The fuckers don't get back to me till July.
Fuck bags!
Just have some person call.
It isn't fucking rocket science.
Are you growing frustrated with HR and other bull shit. I am .
I wish we could just shoot them with an awesome rocket to a different planet. Then they can practice their 'ya know no-call bullshit there.
I am up to let's see now....108 or 9 jobs applied for.
This job climate isn't fun.
I lower my standards and nothing. I apply for good jobs and nothing.
I need  to relax and re-evaluate some strategies or something.
Maybe I should eat more tuna so I can become a Dolphin like Randy in South Park.
Maybe I should eat more blueberries to enhance my mind.
Maybe I should eat strawberries to become red and go hang out with the Jell-O man.
I am not sure what the fuck I can do.
-Disgruntled patron of the fucking court.

Getting too many songs

Am I moving to fast with my music.
Or do I just have a fairly large broad range and eclectic flavor of music?
Today I was listening to the song from Frozen.
Frozen was an deserved to be the best animated film of the year. It had everything. A passable story line. Two great characters and Olaf.
I don't care what you say about Olaf. I loved the snowman.
Anyway I listened to Let it Go from Frozen and then automatically switched to Lady Attenbellum.
Also, there was some infused Meshuggah thrown in for good measures.
I just discovered a band called Magic. So that's in the line up for realz.
Yessiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!
Do you have crazy music tastes?

What is with shitty job websites

From shitty-ass sites from Wal-mart to other government job sites.
Why are they designed so terribly.
If I ask for my for my fucking password why can't I get it.
Why is the website so bad?

Wal-mart is a bad culprit. I ask for my password and it gives me nothing. Sure, it is human error on my part. I have so many passwords.

The Government website is a goddamn joke.

The Colorado Workforce Center is a joke.

The one that is passable is the Wyoming Workforce Center.
-V

NPC what are you doing? Why do you stare at me blankly.

An NPC from a generic game stares at me blankley. It doesn't ask for anything and it reads off it's good dialogue. Sure it is really hard to program. Mad props for the game designers that develop AI of any sort.

Something bubbles to the top. Where is the NPC going? Really, where has it gone in the last 10 years. And I must say the idea is completely taken from  PC Gamer. All the credit goes to them for this idea.
It is a good talking point.
When was the last time you were won over by an NPC? Not in Oblivion...nope you won't find anything there. Not since Skyrim or any other great RPG. Not since any of those games have I gave a shit about NPC's. Maybe it was deep in WOW. Or maybe it wasn't.
The validation that NPC's mean something in games is bullshit. I care more about the Kleenex when I get a cold then most of these NPC's.
The reason is they are not very relatable. Oh wait! I am an NPC. My name is Jack Frozzgardenian and I want you to venture the lands for hides. I won't tell you about where I come from or tell you that I might know you from somewhere. I'll just gossip idly as you click through an option of lists and say yes, no , maybe and Dennis. Where has the NPC's gone in gaming.
The only great NPC even if you can't play with her is Alexx from Half-Life 2. Half Life games at least make you feel for the poor scientists. You know the one's that are frazzled because that fucking portal opened. They didn't understand why it did but you relate to their terror. They are in something they can't control.
I am not saying all NPC's are mindless bots. I am just wondering in the next 10 years if we will see a change in their behavoir.  I am looking for an empathetic NPC. Someone I know I can feel for. Ellie is one of the best NPC's if you consider her one. I felt for her in every situation. She was relatable. I think Ellie is a step in the right direction in the Last of Us. You feel for her and that's a great thing in gaming. To feel is great in any medium.
I am not sure where we will end up. I just want to see more realistic NPC's one's that you can ask things and they respond realistically. One's that in the end you give a shit if they die or live. One's that have heart.
Oh I need to mention I love funny characters. Dog in Half-Life 2 is one such character. His actions are hilarious and he doesn't really speak. He communicates but to Alexx.

You can easily correct me if I am wrong. This is an excellent talking point. That is why I ventured forth and wrote this.
GLADOS is easily not just a villian but an NPC I cared about. Sure, she was evil but she was memorable. That's another thing....a memorable NPC is huge.

It is okay to like New Girl

New Girl was a show I had no business watching.
I don't want to lump Glee or any other bad television with New Girl.

Though, somehow Zooey Deschanel and her sexiness without trying lured me in. It was like the fish that you really want to catch. That's Zooey. She's the sexiest fish out of the pools of celebrities.
I felt that she drew me in slowly. First it was her hilarious performance in the only movie I have seen her in. Elf. That was when I was just blown away by her beauty and acting.
She can act.
On New Girl she plays a zany and fun girl that does whatever she wants. Could real women glean from Zooey's character of Jessica Day? Who the fuck knows. I just really love how this character of hers is realistic. I have met a couple crazy women who were cute because they were themselves and sexy because they weren't afraid to be. She is written well. She delivers the lines with hilarity, heart and more importantly as a convincing actress.
Not to mention...on the show she lives with three dudes. Any women that lives with three dudes probably would freak out due to the masculine odors that are emitted. HHEHEHHEHEHEHHE! All the bros on the show are funny as shit. You have Nick Miller, Schmidt, Winston. My god they're all unique. Every single one of them. I wondered who I was more like. Schmidt is completely off the wall and full of himself. He has a douche bag jar he has to fill if he douches out. Yet, Schmidt is damn funny and seems like he redeems himself with his charm. Nick is more the over analyzing guy who is cool but freaks out because he can't take care of plants. He has an obsession with his ex girlfriend. I forgot her name. Oh yeah! Caroline is that chick's name. Then  you have Winston a bully in elementary school, Winston is also cool but a little jumpy with commitment. His now current girlfriend in the damn show asked him to call her. He refused. He is also funny. There's an episode where Winston learns how to play chime bells and is so good he takes lead chime beller. Winston was supposed to help urban youth and instead becomes the center of attention. Then you have Jess she is geeky, fun, sporadic, spontaneous, beautiful, playful and all together silly. She's a good listener and really thinks with her heart. She becomes vulnerable for it but what person doesn't? I really like how Jess confronted a girl Nick was dating and asked her why don't you like me? Jess, decides she doesn't really give a shit and tells the chick her honest opinion. Jess says something like I like wearing polka dots. So she's stating her opinion with out backing down. She's pretty powerful without being overtly in your face. She's very sweet and in a lot of ways innocent. Well maybe not but the show is a gem. My friend's girlfriend told me to watch this show. I was resistant. Damn resistant. Had to be. I mean I thought I had to be. Until I watched it and laughed my ass off. What a show! What a funny comedy that I didn't expect.
You know what they say Zooey Deschanel can win you over with her beautiful eyes.
-A

Reading Frank Sinatra had a cold

Frank Sinatra Has a Cold is some of the finest writing I have ever read.
The sheer detail is a little beyond extraordinary.

As I type-type-type a way I am listening to  the smooth voiced Sinatra. Sure he is dead but his legendary status continues. Yes, through his beautiful voice and not through his actions.

The author wrote for Esquire. What is his name?
Gay Talese
As a journalist it is important to read this brilliant piece of Journalism.
Frank Sinatra has a cold. Is some of the most vivid, vivacious and otherwise clearly written story in a magazine.
Great, now I need to tell you a small synopsis.
Not even a synopsis but kind of ground work of what Frank Sinatra has a cold is about.
It is clear that Talese seemed to have gone everywhere that Frank Sinatra went. From bars to exclusive clubs and beyond. To smoky and crowded filled private clubs to house couches.
We the readers are put on to a journey as if we are right next to the Il Padrone. Il Padrone references Sinatra in the article.-according to Esquire's Gay Talese
  He is one of the most famous voices of all time. He is timeless.
Therefore, Talese had to have spent years gathering the research. If not years than months. Explicit detail is what Talese teases us with. He doesn't even tease he just lays everything down for the reader.

Frank Sinatra has a cold starts with one night when  Talese sees him in a bar. Two beautiful and majestic blonde women grace his presence. But it is this New Journalism as they call it, this very succinct prose, this descriptive verbiage that make this read memorable. As a writer for Esquire I am sure Talese was told to write stylistically. And this was in April of 1966- according to Esquire's Gay Talese
  This is just an incredible writing because we can smell the smoke. We can see Nancy Sinatra. We can hear his music as he preformed it on CBS. We can see his memories and share with Sinatra. You can learn a whole wonderful history about Il Padrone by reading this. Visualizing any of these details is visually stimulating. There's a great part where Talese talks about who was at this private club. A fat woman. Prize fighters and many more very highfalutin people. High class caliber people. People that are movie stars and are very bourgeoisie. Sinatra's inner circle as Talese mentioned was insane. I could only guess that the beautiful actress Ava Gardner, with her glossy black hair would have been included. Hell I don't really know about anyone of that time. Maybe Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr, Dean Martin and a couple others. Don Rickles is also mentioned in the story. Sinatra has amazing quotes. If his voice isn't magnetic and all together masterful his quotes sure are. He talks with conviction even whilst being quoted. Oh and to give a name to the place. It was called Jilly's Saloon-according to Esquire's Gay Talese
 When he's mad he's damn mad. Or when he likes confrontation he's out for confrontation. For example when at a club Sinatra is eyeing this kid in a suede sweater. I don't remember the color. I just remember that this kid looks like he doesn't belong in this private club. That he shouldn't have stepped foot in there with Sinatra watch-dogging the joint. So then Sinatra makes it apparent and says something like what kinda boots ya got there. The kid doesn't say anything and now Sinatra asks what the hell the boots are made outta of.
Maybe not that but where are they made at? Yeah that's it.
Hiliarity ensues. Deep hilarity ensues. After a little bit of silence Sinatra accosts the man for dressing the way he does. (Paraphrased from Esquire's Gay Talese)

.I don't like the way you're dressed," Sinatra said.

"Hate to shake you up," Ellison said, "but I dress to suit myself."

Now there was some rumbling in the room, and somebody said, "Com'on, Harlan, let's get out of here," and Leo Durocher made his pool shot and said, "Yeah, com'on."

But Ellison stood his ground.

Sinatra said, "What do you do?"

"I'm a plumber," Ellison said.

"No, no, he's not," another young man quickly yelled from across the table. "He wrote The Oscar."

"Oh, yeah," Sinatra said, "well I've seen it, and it's a piece of crap."

"That's strange," Ellison said, "because they haven't even released it yet."

"Well, I've seen it," Sinatra repeated, "and it's a piece of crap."-according to Esquire's Gay Talese

I can just imagine being in the room. Not a fly on the wall. Actually being there and watching the legendary well dressed Sinatra say what he said. Boy! I just picture the power in his voice. The writer wasn't scared. But if that was me I would have left to. You don't piss off a legend. You don't piss off Sinatra.

These were just small pieces in the story I loved. I mean there is so much more to comb over. There isn't enough time. That's my overall take of the story. The ending is very powerful and to me an embodiment of what Sinatra represented and was. You have to do yourself a favor and read the damn story. Talese is an incredible writer. He displays it with Frank Sinatra Has a Cold.

Please follow the below link if you want to learn what Frank Sinatra was. How he lived and more importantly how timeless his music was. This wasn't just about his music but who was Sinatra as a person?
Who was the genuine Sinatra?
I implore you to read this brilliantly, stupendously, written Esquire profile piece.



http://www.esquire.com/features/ESQ1003-OCT_SINATRA_rev_

Blue Dahlia has returned

Yes, a lot happened with what I thought was a year.

It turned out it was two years away from Diablo 3. If you don't remember or I need to catch you up I am down to do so.

Basically, in a very easy nut shell what happened was my Diablo 3 account got hacked and my WOW account also suffered the same fate. A fate that would not destroy my want and need to play both games.

Well last year when this happened I got an authenticator for safety measures. With the authenticator attached I felt just that more goddamn safe.  Therefore, I thought all was well and Blizzard would take the measures to make my account really bad ass again from the evil hackers. Normally, I don't promote hacking but I find it highly intriguing. With this in mind I was super goddamn pissed when my account got hacked to pieces.

Would you not be? I mean sure Diablo 3 had a shaky-ass release.

1) Constantly Online

2) The bull-shit DRM

3) The drops were utter shit.

What happened with this tale?

Well, I'll tell ya. I had a support ticket either for years or not. Basically, I had no idea but two years had gone by. Still I longed for the reach of Diablo 3. I would say touch but that sounds like some horrible harlequin romance novel. Anyway, I wanted and yearned to play Diablo 3. My friends kept saying that it had gotten better. That loot 2.0 was in bound and would change Diablo 3 for the better. Also, what was happening now was Reaper of Souls was on the horizon.

Would it be a good horizon for Blizzard. After horribly mucking up Diablo 3 at release. Sure it is way old news but the story grows on and gets better.

Blizzard yesterday unfroze my account. Sure they needed my driver's license. But they unfroze my WoW account which got hacked God knows how long. For Fuck's sake this almost seemed worse than Duke Nukem Forever and the legend attached to it. That DNF would be vapor ware with the thirteen year ear mark. So now that WOW account was unfrozen and Diablo 3 was finally playable. Thank you Jeebus!

Goddamn, two years when I think about it, nay, ponder it was to goddamn long to not have Diablo 3. Like I said Reaper of Souls is actually releasing in March sometime. Therefore, Blizzard must have figured out the community was getting very angry. Again, the launch was piss poor. I blame some of that on Activision. I don't like those guys. Blizzard seemed to rectify a dissmal drop system and try to make all the gingerbread diabloites and gingerbread diabloiettes happy. 

Loot 2.0 would be that small hope or prayer.

What I noticed when playing Diablo 3 the improved version :

1) Loots are tailored to the class. I play a bitching hunter she is capped lvl 60 and has 18 or 19 paragon points.

2) Paragon points were added to get ready for Reaper of Souls.

Paragon points dictate stats like base stats and are a reward for capping. There's no way to get above 60 aside from buying Reaper of Souls. So they are nice addition.

3) Cain's book was added and portals and scrolls were taking out. Though, now you just have to hit T to open the portal to town.

4) The drops were so good. I had lost two orange items when the account was hacked. A beautiful mask and I believe bracers. Fuck! Well with just 10 minutes of playing I was able to re-gear. I now hit for 80 K in expert.

5) Inferno was no longer a difficulty. The new difficulties are normal, hard ,expert, master and torment.

6) 50% experience points for the release of Reaper of Souls.

Goddamn, if I am not relieved about having both accounts unfrozen. Sure there was weight on my shoulders from it. Atlas I am not your friend as I have flung off that big-gigantic globe on my back and launched it in the sea.

Fuck you globe!

I am so friggin happy I can play once again. Yes, as I mentioned I am a hunter lvl 60 capped and am enjoying life. She is beautiful she adorns a gold breastplate. She has pink angel wings. Her feet resemble chicken feet but are emblazoned in gold. She has a bow that deals punishing damage of 1208 per hit. And her mask makes her look like an aggressive warthog. Her name is the Blue Dahlia and I love her so.

I am happy Blue is back.

Now it's time to fuck up demons and kill Diablo again and again. My fervor for Diablo 3 has returned. My vivacity for the whole game is with me.

-Andres

Too many damn shows all the time shows

Fuck!
It seems that I have an undying backlog.
Did you see what I did there?
Really, though I am wondering how to put a dent in this TV show backlog.
Could it just be I love a lot of shows.
I am guessing so.

I am currently watching: Game of Thrones season 2, GTO, Desperate Housewives season 6, The Walking Dead (ongoing)
It seems like when I watch all these shows a new one will pop up. What the hell?
Seriously, my intrigue is piqued with some of these new shows.

Interest piqued: House of Cards, Orange is the New Black, True Detective, Homeland( I am iffy about. It doesn't seem like my type of show). Plus, I need to finish the rest of Arrested Development the new season.

So I watch all of these shows whilst writing blogs and writing a book. Something has to be put on hiatus but I love to watch shows. I always have.
So I am going to try to make a dent in the never-ending backlog.
But isn't that the reason the backlog exists.
We basically gave it a name and tried to organize it. By that I mean you the reader and me the consumer.
:)
What would you do with your any back log?

The Nightmare at East Rutherford

February 2nd, 21:23

The SuperBowl was set the dust had settled.
I was in full Broncos gear. An old Rod Smith replica jersey and a 1998 Denver Bronco Super Bowl hat.
Hut-hut-hike Manning saw the football go over his head in to the end zone. Safety. 2 -0 Seattle Seahawks. This is not what we Denver fans had expected. 2 became 5.
What in the fuck Denver? This wasn't the same team that showed its teeth against the New England Patriots.
 "FUCK!" That's what I wanted to blurt out but there was kids around. I was saying son-of-a bitch and goddammit under my breath. My hat was off most of the game because my head was ashamed of what was happening. It was a goddamn nightmare.


Denver was down 22-0 at the half.
Could Manning engineer drives and win the Super Bowl?

No.
 The short answer is fucking no.
The offense was punished all night. Manning threw two interceptions.
It was hard to watch . Beyond it. Denver just fell apart. Seattle's hard hitting Richard Sherman and company obliterated the hope of the Denver faithful.
And for fuck's sake what were the fans watching?
This wasn't football. It was sheer dominance. It was a big wrestler fighting a puny one.
Denver could not sustain momentum through out the game. Decker wasn't targeted most of the night. Knowshown Moreno was hurt. Sherman was now hurt. It wasn't a battlefield. There was no give, only take from the Seahawks.

What in the fuck Denver?
 A prolific season doesn't mean shit if you don't win the SuperBowl. Statistics don't mean a can of fucking beans if you don't hoist the Lombardi.
It was now the late 4th quarter and Denver was on life support. The end would be near and Denver would be obliterated 43-8.

Questions always surface.
Why did the D fall apart?
Why didn't the fucking special teams tackle?
Why shitty play calling?
Denver lost as a team.
I say this with a heavy heart. It was a shit show.
No positives came out of this game but a deep sting Denver won't forget, a painful sting that will leave them thinking what if?
What if we had drives? What if we didn't fumble?

The one's that don't say what if hoist the Lombardi trophy.


Denver as it stands now has a lot of question to answer. Plus, it now proves once again the #1 defense can stop the #1 Offense as it always has.
Denver's Champ Bailey will probably retire. The Broncos probably will make the playoffs but not the SuperBowl.
The team will look different next year.

And yet through all this anger and high frustration.
I will still wear orange and blue. Real fans don't quit on their team. Elway has two SuperBowl rings. He has a lot of Super Bowl losses. Denver is a team of perseverance. They won't stop and will remember that sting, which won't go away until they hoist the shiny Lombardi trophy on their shoulders.

Tags: bad, denver broncos, frustration, superbowl

I always wanted a Yeti

I always wanted a Yeti. I have no idea why but the white coat of the ferocious beast would be great.
Of course, this isn't a real Yeti.
No, really it isn't a real Yeti.

It is a Yeti on Zoo World 2. Am I in no way endorsing Zoo World 2. I am just saying I want a Yeti.
Although, this Yeti I want isn't ferocious but cute.
Yep, he's blue and he's from the game Zoo World 2. In order to get him.
You must do this watch and earn business. So, I turn down the volume to none and watch the ads.
I will get this Yeti soon damnit.

What do you want? Not desire but what do you want.
What I want is a furry blue yeti from Zoo World 2. I just think he'd be outta place. And that's a okay with me.
He's a friggin Yeti for Christ's sake.
-V

It happened from a Facebook person

Her name was E-daz.
She posted a pretty racy photo on her page.

E-dazva decided to post the photo in looking for rudimentary compliments. She is an attractive girl.
This is where the problem comes from.
The post stated tell my boyfriend that he doesn't know what he's talking about.

So I wanted to PM her. Well instead of her it was her boyfriend.
I told her that her boyfriend was crazy for thinking she was fat.
Oh Facebook fucking drama.
Dumb shit!

----lo and behold her boyfriend is the one looking at the crazy message. He says I am her boyfriend.
Now this is where it could get bad. And it almost did but I told him about my girlfriend a long time ago.
I said she had a very similar situation. He seemed complacent to listen to my story.
Therefore, I told him I got really confused about the situation. Anyway he offered to be my friend on Facebook.
To him he honestly didn't care what I said about E-dazva. It just so happened he was marketing out her page when she wasn't there. Or he was marketing his band.
Either way he seemed more sane than E-daz.

He said to add him as a friend and I did.
Then the next day I wake up and go on Facebook. It is a routine. I have a message and she basically tells me I am a bastard for calling her boyfriend crazy. I was being honest with she has a good body and is attractive.
So her move was to block me.
It doesn't bother me at all she blocked me but it is an overreaction on her part. She can do whatever. Why not just delete me as a friend if you want to take it that far? No worries though people act irrationally all the time.
Shit happens!
I am moving on.
Facebook is not only a dangerous place but there is copious amounts of drama on there. That being said I will still use it. There are just people out there that get set off by little things.
_V

A new year and the beginning of 2014

So far it has been a great start to 2014. I am broke but I did buy those all-season tires I was supposed to buy.
I am broke but I am still lifting weights. :)
I am broke but my spirit is higher than ever.

When I last talked about inspiration I went into the morning. Except, the morning to me is not as inspirational as I'd like.
Let's face it . I fucking hate the mornings. If you the reader don't it is your own problem.
Mornings to me always blind me before I 'm ready to wake up . They make me say aw fuck it! The reason being I am a night owl. How many times must I say it before the gods' croak. How must I say it before the crickets chirp. Or before the frogs do their frog dance.
I fucking hate mornings. There I said it again and again.
Except, the last post I talked about the inspiration. Even babies need inspiration to inspire to become something greater,nay maybe a Polar Bear or a Red Panda. Those are cool!
Either way inspiration helps every artist, painter, writer and otherwise surveyor of art with ideas.
Ideas aren't just for the meek or the timid but for the brave and the strong. Fucking risk takers! BABY!
Yes, risk takers by and fucking large make our society great. Although, I have many qualms with society, risk taking is integral to every and all being. It doesn't matter what it is.
Yes, you there. Are you risk taking. No you don't have to pull the chute of the parachute. You don't have dive off that cliff with a purplish-orange bungee cord. Was that the right spelling of bungee? Shit, I don't remember. Inspiration should invigorate you. Invigoration is a neat word. Isn't it? I mean it does start with an I. Words that start with an I are pretty damn cool. Like that insult...idiot. That starts with an I. Anyway inspiration leads credence to why we do what we do.
A painter stares at a potato. He or she is inspired therefore, to kick-ass and sculpt the potato or just kinda finagle a potato sculpture. Sculpting and tiring away at this potato he/she gets an idea. Maybe the potato represents disdain for the Russian government. Automatically,  the thought with time and careful observation is the potato is now symbolistic for the plight that the Russians faced in the U.S.S.R. BadabooM! Baby! The sculpture has just had inspiration to sculpt that potatoe. Fuck yeah! The potatoe is now amazing symbolism hell yeah.
Oh Miley Ray, you and your catchy and professional written and inspiring songs. Inspirational songs that are not meaningless help write the words. A writer is somehow or another in a dimly lit and dingy dark room. He has written all he can handle. An unsteady hand that he owns starts shaking from all the writing. The inspiration for him came from an old Mozart tune. Not really a tune but a classico piece. Symphony number 47 in G? Does it exist? The fuck if I know. That clarity in the song makes the writer write faster and faster. He comes up with an alliterative allegorical alligator of ambiance.  He's truly inspired by that didy, not a diddy but a goddamn classical piece, by a prodigy!
No more inspiration for now. Realistically, you the reader need to go out there and get inspired. It can be as simple as a beautiful Arabic ballad or something as complex as a Beethoven classic piece. You decide. That's it you inspire other and others inspire you. Paint something, draw something, write something. Just don't congeal into some sort of gray putty-ooze. Go chase your dreams. Look at other art. For fuck's sake don't be a dumb-ass and not read. Stimulate your synaptic connections and read! Inspire a future, a generation a crop of corn. Inspire!