A whole week.

I have a whole week of access to the computer, and I totally planned on getting something written in here, but now I just don't have the inspiration... But I do have a new word that the whole world should learn to use.

Douchebaggery-adv./ adj -- The commitment of acts by an individual that should qualify them to have their gender identified on their drivers license as "douche bag".

No time

Hopefully I'll find a way to start writing my short stories in here again, but for now, all I can do is work and play with my son. Eh, some day he'll be 18 and I can find time to write, or maybe I'll have a real job that doesn't just lube me up and use me all day. That sounded a little more unpleasant in writing then it does when I say it at work, odd... all well.

My american dream.

I went for a Sunday drive today with my son. It solidified the 'American Dream' that I've wanted for a while now. I want a family, Husband-wife-kids type structure... and I want to live on a farm. I don't know how a farm runs or what it takes, but I know working with my own sweat and blood means more then making a profit. It would mean more to me than being rich or successful. A man to wake up and have coffee with on Sundays, and maybe a kindred spirit who understands me would be awesome. I know that having a real permanent home for my kids is huge. I've had so many homes, and I always wished I could go back to one in particular, but it seems like there's nothing stable... nothing lasting.
Eh, I'm losing track of my point. What good is a house, or a job, or money, if you're constantly in the flux?

Some farm man needs to come sweep me off my feet and roll me in the hay for the rest of my life, or I need to figure out how to do it on my own so that my son can bring all the critters home he wants too, a yard to build a fort in, and a room that's always his when he needs a place to crash. Being broke all the time isn't so bad... but not being able to look around and go "I remember when..." kinda sucks.

Seriously, when my 2.5 year old can beat a boss monster... there's something wrong with the game. I am not complaining, because in some RPG type games it is really nice to get through a 3 hour cave and get an easy boss, but still if all the game requires is button mashing, why would I feel proud of finishing it?

Anyhoo... I had another 'beautiful people' moment at Wal-mart today. This guy was just beautiful. When his mother turned around, I was like ohhhh, beauty gene.

How is it that Muskegon can be so damned broke, but 98% of the vehicles on our roads are 2005 or newer? Am I really so bad with money I can't afford a payment and everyone else can? Or are all the poor people in our town riding bikes and walking? That is the other reason Michigan has so many people driving without car insurance, nobody can afford it with their car payments, and those that have old cars don't want to walk or ride a bike.

Eh, guess I will not remember the cool stuff I wanted to say. I was hoping the verbal spewage would help me to remember that really valid point I wanted to make. Guess not. My whole two fans won't be too disappointed, they are quite used to my swiss cheese.

more art

I have a lot of paintings all over, these are just the ones in my possession. Had I known that I would one day create a blog, I might have documented more of them.

my Art

This is my Art, two are being auctioned at an Irish festival fund raiser.

Da Beautiful People

I just got done watching 'Surrogates', and it gave me that weird squishy feeling inside... Like someone that helped make that movie knew something about the world none of the rest of us do. Would it be so weird to find out that nobody is real?

Even before this movie I would get that feeling and the marylin Manson song, 'the beautiful people' would play in my head as I looked around at all the unrealistically pretty people that walked around me. I have to get my kid into bed, he's seriously feening for some keyboard and I need to get him in bed away from the tip tip tapping temptation. More on the unreal people later. Maybe I'll decide this post sounds a little insane and delete it. Eh, him in bed first.

Ahh!!! Nekid Baby!!!