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I am really trying to come up with something today, but I am having a 'tard day, apparently. I think maybe I'll do a picture post later, haven't done one in a while. Stay tuned! Or else!

Pic

By the way, my new pic is one my mom took of my sister, walking down the hallway of the storage unit. I LOVE this pic. This could be a movie poster. I do photography, and taking that pic on a cell phone almost seems like cheating. But whatever.

Hello, all Tweeters (?)

Just got my blog pimped on Twitter, I'll try to live up to it.

Broken? Breaking? Who can tell?

Recently, someone I know asked if hearts can break only a certain number of times. Then the person just goes into hiding to something. This got me thinking, a lot. So here's my take on it (and get ready for what seems to be a stupid comparison, but trust me for a second):

Hearts are not like plates or drinking glasses. If you drop a plate in the sink, knock it off the counter, whatever, it breaks. It hits the floor, makes a loud noise and breaks into a hundred pieces. You sweep it up, throw it away, and get another. Hearts aren't like that. Hearts heal, every second of every day. Sometimes they only heal enough to break again, even if it is only one minute or one second later. And the breaking feels like dying. And if the breaking happens over and over again in a short space of time, it feels like dying just that much more. In one conversation, we can have our hearts broken more times than in months. Believe me, I have felt like I was dying from this more times than I care to count.

But the only reason we can keep going forward, keep looking for the person who won't make us feel that way, is that we DO heal. I don't think that we even know it sometimes. Sometimes we can take a look at our heart and be convinced that there is nothing there, that it is broken into those hundred pieces, only to be surprised that it can be broken again. I think sometimes it takes that breaking to remind us that it can be whole again. No one can just go get a new heart, and they shouldn't have to. The hearts we have are amazing, and we need to be able to share them with someone who cares as much about it as we do.

I hope there is that person out there for everyone who reads this. I hope to find that person for myself. I hope to be that person for someone else. No one's heart can be swept up, thrown away and replaced. And if we can have the chance to open our hearts to another person, sure, they can break it again. But they can also take that opportunity to show us just how great two hearts together can be.

Random music

A couple of good bands you probably haven't heard of:

Jimmie's Chicken Shack
Bran Van 3000


And that's all. I'm out like Doogie.

In Case You Were Wondering

Feeling kinda random tonight. Best. Shows. Ever. (In no real order)

Mystery Science Theater 3000
The Simpsons
Northern Exposure
Family Guy
Entourage
House (Yeah, yeah, shut up.)
The Critic
SNL
The Daily Show
Police Squad!

"The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had" - Gary Jules

Punched in the Jeans!

How many times do I have to get punched right in the nuts to learn not to talk to certain people? Not that someone literally punched me in the nuts, but like, punched in the nuts emotionally? Eh, whatever. Not gonna get all emo. If there is anyone out there who has actually read all this, you will know I'm not the emo type. Unless that emo(tion) is "awesome". Then I'm all up in it. Kinda like your mom. Ha! (I may or may not be a) rambling b) drunk c) crazy d) tired e) at the end of my rope e) all of the above. Make your own conclusions.)

Thoughts From the Bus (Yeah, again. You got a problem with that? You wanna fight about it?)

Those little motorized scooters are awesome. !/5 the speed of a motorcycle, but twice the noise! I wish that guy in my neighborhood would drive his around the block over and over and over and over. Oh wait, he does.

Laptop computers need to have their name changed to lapROAST computers. If I ever need to get the serial number for mine, I'll just check the cattle brand I now have on my left thigh. Oi....

A friend of mine told me the other day he that he read that Jason Statham (the guy in The Transporter, Crank, etc.) is booked to work for years and years because of the fact that there are no real manly, tough-guy guys out there anymore. I was gonna argue, but then I realized all the movie stars now are total weenies. Brad Pitt? Tom Cruise? Zac freaking Efron? Where are the Stallones? The Ahnolds? The Burt Reynolds(es?)? For shame, Hollywood. For shame.

If a friend in a bar ever tells you, "Here, take this shot I bought for you!" and then says "Just do it!" when you ask what it is, there is about a 90% chance you are gonna regret it. Trust me on this.

I have a fairly unusual name, but I don't think it warrants as many times as I've been asked "Is that REALLY your name?" No, I just made it up for attention or something. I mean, come on, mine has been around since the Old Testament was written. I seem to have missed the Book Of TaeShaun, and no one would ask that guy that same question...

I know I have mentioned this before, but spam email is just getting silly. I just got one with the subject line: "We'll return your carnal charge!" Took me a minute to figure out what they were even trying to say there. Come on, spammers, you aren't even trying anymore...

The Nuggets are the #2 seed in the west, and the Broncos just traded Jay Cutler? "I feel like I'm taking crazy pills!"

Speaking of crazy pills, congrats to Mickey Rourke to his Oscar nomination. (Backhanded compliments, our specialty. Thank you, drive through.)

I almost got a job one time as one of the guys who replaced the swear words in movies with non-swear words for cable stations. Now, I consider myself a fairly creative person, especially when it comes to swearing, but I would have never, EVER, come up with "melon farmer" to replace the M-F bomb. It's true, some cable station is using that. I couldn't believe it. I was farming shocked. (Keep up, people. lol)

I'm in a weird spot in my life right now. A lot of the time I feel either too old for a lot of things, or too young. Did I really come along in that dead of a time in culture? I didn't think so, but maybe I did...

And finally, an undercover shout out (as the kids these days are wont to say): "Fuck you, peg-leg!" You know who I'm talking to. ;)

Back from the dead

I'm back, bitches!