Archive for October, 2013

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“I love profanity, but I think if it’s used too much, it just sounds a little trashy. I think it’s more effective when it’s dropped intelligently. I like intelligent profanity.”~ Katie Aselton

Never in my life did I think I would come across this situation. But I did. And it was less than an hour from when this blog post was started to be composed.

I live in a gated community. Which means anyone going door to door is a solicitor, and that’s just a big no-no.

This would also mean that neighborhood children who are out on Halloween night are not permitted to come on to the property to start knocking on doors.

Halloween is for all intents and purposes, closed down and forbidden on this property.

However, it is NOT against the rules here that residents and neighbors who have grandchildren and the like, that families can’t come visit their grandparents to show off their Halloween costumes. What IS against the rules is going door to door, begging for candy.

So then about an hour ago, as I sat here in the dark, trying to get myself into the spirit by watching old horror films on television and newer horror films on the Internet, was a knock on the door.

Not really believing that anyone would dare attempt to solicit sweets out of me, I opened the door to find myself in a big ole steamy pile of WRONGNESS.

There stood a tiny Red Power Ranger, begging for candy.

Of which I have absolutely NONE.

And so in a scramble to find something decent to give, because I had no candy. I grabbed a fistful of quarters and threw them into this beggar’s bag.

The clinking of quarters caught this little one’s attention and he reached into the bag to see what I put in. And found a bunch of change.

At this point was when HELL broke loose. Matthew_Getting_Mouth_Washed_Out_With_Soap

This bratty punk then said the following (and I quote verbatum) “Not money, its supposed to be candy, motherfucker!”

INCREDIBLE!! Who or where gave him this kind of knowledge of language??

I became unglued.

I went outside, feeling quite confident that I could have overpowered him and slam dunked him into a tree or a dumpster or something. But then an adult came along.

I asked if the child belonged to them and they said that the child was in fact theirs.

I told them about the conversation that JUST happened moments ago. Only to find the parent or guardian or whomever it was, lay into the child like a wicked stepmother.

Where are the children finding the ways to grow a pair to be like that and talk like that? Adults are bad enough as it is, and I’m tired of dealing with nasty and mean adults.

But now, children????

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“I’m not a movie star like other actors in the way that I need to walk with a bodyguard.”~ Olivier Martinez

I’ve pondered this and many other situations all day long. And with this blog post I realize that I am probably going to break every single rule in the book that I have when it comes to communication, socialization, relationships, and connections. In other words, I’m speaking out of anger. So please forgive. But also pay attention.

But there comes a time when a person reaches their limitations and then feels the pressure applied by other people that pushes things over the edge.

I’m now over the edge, and I am most sufficiently angry, disappointed, and frustrated all at the same time.

I do not think that I have to go into the science or psychology of human nature at times when someone is feeling threatened that they put their walls up or they come out swinging in an effort to protect themselves. Their main goal is for their own personal protection. And I think that the same is true for cases when the people that love and care for are feeling threatened or being threatened. That our sense of fight and protect just comes naturally.

So when I found out that those who are close to me were being trashed, brought down, spoken of poorly, and all-around being dumped upon because someone else didn’t like what they did or said, a.k.a. — no good reason whatsoever, then yes… The moment I found out about it burned me from the very core of my soul.

My first instinct was to attempt to calm and soothe, but as of the past couple of years, my ability to do that most successfully has fallen into non-existence. Its no longer good enough to say, “Its okay. I love you.” at all.

The second instinct is to fight and protect. And believe you me…. its very wise to NOT to judge me by what you think you know. I cannot physically lift my leg and insert my foot between your butt cheeks hard enough to where you can taste my sock, but there are other ways that I can deal with the situation at hand.

I don’t have to be right there and on the spot. But the offender will soon find out that I am quite the force. And I think that is true of everyone. Not just me. So this is not about me tooting my own horn of outrage. We all have that horn within us.

But let me tell you what I think, and what I believe to be the most accurate and utmost truthful statements in life when it comes to the situations that have fallen into my lap.

To talk about someone and not do it in front of them…. is cowardly. Opening your mouth because you are discontented with someone and making sure that your words are spoken with the person that you are no longer enchanted with any more is absent and will not get word about it first hand… is contemptible beyond measure. And quite honestly your reactions are unworthy of anyone’s attention.

To discuss matters of your discontent and then draw their family and friends into it makes you look even worse. Honestly, drawing a bad scenario or giving a bad name to someone who is totally and completely innocent?? Yes, this only makes you look like more of an evil jerkwad of a douche nozzle than what you were before you opened your mouth.

Moving on to your other transgressions.

Attacking and defaming those who cannot defend for themselves is not honorable in any way, shape, or form. Who died and made you ruler of the universe to where you are judge, jury, and executioner of all human life on this planet? Get the hell off your high horse, pull your head from your own butt, and take a deep breath of this thing called REALITY.

Children, the elderly, the disabled, and the pregnant. These are not subjects for your forked tongue. These are also not targets but people like you, presuming that you are showing signs of humanity because your words prove otherwise.

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Talk with evil words about those that I care about, and I will instantly become their protection detail.

But I was the subject of some malicious content today. Unlucky for that person, I have people in my circles who are willing to break that Honor Code and make me aware. And as I said, I’m not physically capable of making you stop and smell the roses, I can do most other things.

I will not stand for your mouth against me, against my family, against my loved ones, and against my friends and colleagues. The same as ANYBODY ELSE!!!!

I’m coming down like a bodyguard and I will deal with the situation as it deems necessary with appropriate actions. And I will not hide my emotions of disappointment and anger in this.

I’m pretty pissed off!!

I did this once before but then hid it from the public. This time, not so much. The ones who are guilty or in violation will not get that same opportunity as this will go live on the blog as soon as I finish.

I’m just not putting up with it any more.

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“Global Warming: It is a hoax. It is bad science. It is high-jacking public policy. It is the greatest scam in history.”~ John Coleman

Here we go again.

Most recently, the hoax has come up on Facebook that Céline Dion is dead. Or was killed in some kind of automobile accident or something like that.

I find this hoax to be particularly funny.

She was just on American television today. She’s NOT dead!!!

And if you know someone who has posted on their profile that she is dead? Then their profile has been compromised.

It promises a gruesome and gory video of the so-called accident and swears up and down that only people who are 18 years old and up should click on the link. But when you do….. there’s nothing. Instead, what you have done is allowed this “bug” or whatever to access your personal information without you knowing about it.

So a couple of things:

1- You’re an idiot to think that.

2- If someone tells you that its on your profile, you’ve been compromised. Take the necessary steps to recover your personal information.

3- Don’t be shy to WARN others that YOU can see the post because most likely, if someone’s profile is compromised, then that person doesn’t have any idea that its there….. unless you say something.

http://www.contactmusic.com/article/celine-dion-hoax-singer-isn-t-dead-after-facebook-app-claims_3926096

KNOWLEDGE IS POWER.

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“We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid.”~Benjamin Franklin

I am astonished at how many times this Award has been given, according to this blog. You have no idea how much restraint I have to have before I give it, but this one was a No Brainer!!!!!

A teenage babysitter has been charged with endangering a child after the 5-year-old boy she was supposed to be watching accidentally shot himself with a gun she’d left on a coffee table.

Melissa Ann Ringhardt, 19, of Vidor, Texas, was arrested Tuesday and held in Orange County Jail on the felony charge, for which she could face six months to two years in prison.

According to authorities, Ringhardt fell asleep in a bedroom while babysiting for 5-year-old John Read and his 6-month-old sibling on Monday afternoon. She had left a .40-caliber handgun on a coffee table, and when she woke up, she discovered the child dead in the living room.

Since the home had no telephone, Ringhardt carried the 5-year-old and the infant to their grandparents’ home to call 911. The boy was declared dead when paramedics arrived. The infant was not injured.

The one thing that remains to be seen about this most ridiculous story is the rumor over whether or not Ringhardt was smoking marijuana and stoned, thus prompting her to take a nap and leave the child unattended.

It really just bothers me to pieces what had happened. And it was TOTALLY avoidable. This death did NOT need to happen!! Those of you who have children, probably can relate to this much more strongly than I can. Holy shit, this isn’t cool!!!! dumbass_award

And she’s only up for a maximum jail term of a couple of years?? What’s wrong with this story??? She intentionally left something behind that she knew the child could harm himself with.

So congratulations, DUMB ASS!!!!!

 

http://www.cnn.com/2013/10/23/justice/texas-babysitter-gun-death/

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“We are a very, very unusual species.”~Richard Dawkins

I’m tired. I am literally just flat out tired.

Just when I thought I was back on top by sleeping in and taking naps from the ruckus weekend before in Houston, I’m exhausted again. Wiped out and no longer feeling any desire to take anybody’s drama or crap.

Human beings weren’t made to take in everyone’s bullshit and then process it normally. In fact, I am still a believer to this day that there is NO such thing as normal.

Nobody dares to come to me and define it either.

Allow me of course…. to demonstrate. Please forgive that the image is as small as it is. Its a screen cap from YouTube.violation

 

In the ever changing world of the world wide webs… Europe got put back on the map. And not in a good way either.

This group of music fans got their YouTube account blitzed by YouTube officially because of too many complains of violations of copyright infringements to their specific videos. One of which would be including Sony Music Entertainment.

So this group of French music fans (probably around Paris) got their heads together and decided to ambush their favorite music idol. As news may have it, the idol’s new album is due for release on the 5th of November. But someone within their ranks obtained the album in its entirety. And then they were threatening to “leak it” out on to the Internet. But they were not ultimately thinking unanimously on this decision. So they went to their Facebook fan page and asked their 5,000+ “fans” whether or not to leak the album or not. Most of them claiming that by doing this, the action would bring down Sony Music Entertainment to their knees and shake them to the core.

What in the world are these French people thinking?!?!?!?

All it caused was panic, anger, and a worldwide split of fans by staggering and voluminous proportions. The split went right down the middle and anyone caught standing there was not spared.

As the drama died down, a few colleagues had stated personally that they were no longer associating themselves with the French elitist fan core group and refused to put up with any more of their mammoth pipe dreams that they are kings and queens of this world, and over the general fan base as a whole.

Believing in that rules do not apply to them, and then have YouTube prove them wrong actually just caused one hell of a ripple in the fanatical community.

Enter the blabbermouth of the night. I will not say exactly who this person is, but I will say that she has a very unusual spelling of the first name “Megan.” Obviously that’s not it, but still its different.

So she cursed and swore and was foul throughout the entire night. The only thing that she was agreeable upon was that this French group of fans was way out of line.

As I progressed, I found myself in some odd sort of chat session with this “Megan” and about five or six other female fans. And I began to wonder how is it that I am always finding myself in this situation as it has happened more than twice before?

Digressing from that question, and moving on towards more shenanigans that just makes you wanna roll your eyes.

Because “Megan” had an unusual spelling of her first name, and it was late in the hour of the night, I attempted to write her name and had a typo.

Yep. Pretty rare for me but it happened. “Megan” LOST HER MIND!!!!!

Again, she became coarse and vulgar and profane. All because of a typo of her name. She appeared to be uncaring of the fact that it was a simple mistake and demanded that I “get it right” and so forth. Even my colleague jumped in and attempted to explain that sometimes typos just happen. But she didn’t care.

So, I decided to fight fire with fire.

This so-called “Megan” would receive a new nickname. This “Megan” would for the rest of the night would be referred to as “Meat Muffin.” And that way, there would be no chance for making the same error ever again because she was so adamant about getting her name right.

Evidently, Meat Muffin didn’t like that. Well guess what? TOO BAD!!!! If you’re going to cry so loudly about a simple typo that was made late at night, you’re going to be the Meat Muffin.

The following evening, I had gone to the local dollar store in hopes of finding some snacks. But I was interfered with by some strange man that I did not know.

All I wanted to do was get inside the dollar store and get back home before the sun went down. However this guy wanted to have a little chat with me.

Apparently  the warning words of my apartment manager had come to fruition based on my horrible encounters with people who thought that I would be the “perfect target” and would be a helpless victim of their desires to commit a crime.

This guy apparently lives in the same neighborhood and had heard the stories of my defending myself. So he started to question me about whether or not it was true. gun

And then things turned ugly.

He had challenged me to attempt to do the same thing in self-defense as I had done to those who were actually trying to commit a crime and rob or assault me.

But when I refused, he became quite belligerent.

The “fight or flight” instinct chose FLIGHT for once instead of fight. And had it not been for his woman to tear him away from my presence, it probably would have ended far worse than the ending of HBO series The Sopranos.

I turned a corner and moved on. I was only about 15-20 feet away from hitting a downward slopping ramp which would have propelled me in speed and got me farther away from the guy as fast as possible. But I did hear a POP or a SNAP. Apparently he attempted to either scare me or actually connect. He failed to do either.

I dashed inside of the dollar store, talked to the employees of what just happened and forewarned them that I was going to be “hanging out” in the store for a while until I either thought that the guy was gone or that it was safe. Needless to say the plan to get home before the sun went down ALMOST didn’t happen.

And they wonder why I don’t usually go outside after dark.

I’m fine though. Unharmed and safe.

I remember what the guy looked like and I warned others of what had happened.

Then FINALLY to add it all up and wrap it in a nice little ball of world CRAP….. the local high school campus which is near my home was on lockdown because a call went into the police department about a suspicious man that entered on to the campus with a gun.

The police department came through and searched the area and found nobody with a gun or any kind of weapon. And nobody was around that was fitting the description given to them in the initial report.

I couldn’t even leave my apartment complex because people all around the neighborhood totally freaked out. But in this particular case… I could not really blame them. Safety SHOULD BE first!!!

All of this before Friday evening. All of this before the official start of the weekend. Geez… I wonder what the hell is next???

 

 

 

 

 

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“Charity is no substitute for justice withheld.”~ Saint Augustine

So here’s a story for you about a lot of things. Charity being one of them.

In Florida, Jessica Robles realized that she had no food in the house to feed herself or her small children. Her boyfriend just lost his job, and due to some kind of error, she had been receiving food assistance but had lost it because of the glitch.

What does Jessica do in her time of absolute desperation? She went to the local grocery store and filled her grocery cart with about $300 of groceries and attempted to simply walk out without paying for it.

But she did not get away with it. Seasoned Miami-Dade police officer Vicki Thomas busted Jessica for shoplifting.

And this is where the tale turns into an unusual twist. Instead of taking Jessica to jail, Vicki went inside the grocery store and with HER OWN MONEY, purchased $100 worth of groceries.

When Vicki asked Jessica why she had committed the crime, the answer unsettled Vicki to her core: “My children are hungry.”

Apparently, Jessica did not have any history of habitual shoplifting. Instead of going to jail and allowing the children to go on being hungry, she was given a misdemeanor and told to show up in court. And then received the $100 in groceries. The officer making Jessica promise that once she was able to get back on her feet that she give the  same kind of help to someone else that she received.

And that’s where the bulk of the story splits off into differently wild directions. None of which I can track and verify to be the truth. But everything up to this point, is the truth.

Speculation suggests that when the news of this heart-warming story of charity by the law officer was spread around, that people donated to help out Jessica. And from that general donation, she received an additional $700 in groceries. Another story claims that she was picked up for an interview based on this wild crime story, and ended up landing a job in customer service.

As much as this story is loving and gives people the gooey inside feeling of warmth. I look at this situation and feel for Jessica. However, stealing/shoplifting would probably not be the direction that I would go in, in order to feed my children. But I do not know exactly her situation. Perhaps she did try other things to keep afloat and it fell apart or whatever.

And should the other stories be true about how the community came together to help her out and gave her so many groceries…. I hope that for her own sake and for the sake of her children, that she does the right thing and fights her way to get back on her feet, rather than hope that someone will bail her out again when all that goes away. However, as I stated, I do not know if the uber-generosity story is true or not.

http://www.wsvn.com/news/articles/local/21012009392020/cop-helps-admitted-shoplifter-with-groceries/
http://www.baynews9.com/content/news/baynews9/news/article.html/content/news/articles/bn9/2013/10/22/miami_dade_officer_b.html

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“Nobody clapped! I hope they get the clap!!” ~ Omar Ramirez

It feels like a blur. An achy, head-pounding blur. And I’m no good with that.

“Wasting Time” release party to the rescue!!!

And that’s exactly where I went. By way of Dr. & Mrs. Froth, and SIX MINUTE CENTURY.

I never thought that in a thousand years I would see so many people that I actually KNEW. People that I can say that have become great friends with me. And they were all in one spot, BFE Rock Club in Houston.

Some who have been around for a while, and others pretty new. But they were there.

I had been itching to go to this show so bad that I knew that if I had bugged Mrs. Froth with the “Are We There Yet?” over and over and over and over again for weeks, that she would greet me when I arrive and then KNOCK me into next year!

After starting about fifteen minutes late on the departure to Houston, the bus driver had obviously kicked some serious butt driving on the highway because for a trip that was supposed to last 2 hours and 45 minutes, we arrived just under ten minutes early………. I don’t know, you do the the math and then get back to me!!

The bus was such a blunder. I bought my tickets for the trip in early September. But then forgot to mention that I was in a wheelchair and needed a disability seat. A $4.00 expense that turned into an addition $41.00 because I bought another round trip ticket (the RIGHT way) the day before travel.

OUCH!!!!!!!!

I even sent a message to someone who lives along the travel path, and got to see them waving at the bus as it roared by their work place. I thought that was cool. Too bad I couldn’t get off the bus and go TALK to them.

I checked in to my hotel and then it was an afternoon of fun and overdue “Face Time” with Dr. & Mrs. Froth within their humble abode.

Come to find out that the band has been watching the Internet for album reviews. They found my last blog post. And frontman Chuck Williams saw it and thought that there were a lot of good and positive comments made about it. But he learned real quick that it was me.

After that, it was on to the show!! I had sent out several text messages in my excitement saying “For Those About To Rock, We Salute You.”

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And then there is this:

I think it was very funny that SIX MINUTE CENTURY frontman Chuck Williams, replied with “LET FREEDOM RING!!!”

And then there is this ……..

Meet Danae Saree. 

I did. And for the first time.

I’ve been in communication with her over the Internet for so long that I actually came into contact with her when MySpace was used like Facebook.

Yep, that long ago… and it was the first time ever seeing her in person.

Awesome! Can I get an AMEN?

I think its just too cool for school to be able to finally meet people like this. Its too bad I didn’t get an opportunity to take a photograph with her.

Then it was on with the show!!!!!

Silenced Within jumped on stage first, and just rocked it. And it set a good tone to what would be a great night.

It became unusual that the drummer for Stress Level Red (who is former drummer for SIX MINUTE CENTURY) came up to me and asked me to critique the band and their performance. But NOT in the critique that you might think.

So they jumped on stage next and did their thing.

About that time when Stress Level Red was playing, and I was surrounded by bodies of people… that stupid stomach bug hit me, and hit me hard. I don’t think I recovered from it. Let’s put it this way, I didn’t bother asking anyone.

SIX MINUTE CENTURY then hit the stage with what I am believing was their longest set ever. We all were there to do one thing, celebrate and promote the new album. And that’s exactly what they played on stage. One track after another after another. Some of them, had been played live before. Others were brand spanking new and nobody had heard them, either recorded or played live. “Last Days In Paradise” is just as spooky and creepy played live as it is listening to on a recording. That song gives me the creeps.

But I was glad and relieved to see that there was a huge crowd there for SIX MINUTE CENTURY. I am given to understand that the band thinks its one of the largest ever. And personally, I am most definitely proud to have been a part of that.

I was most impressed with the talents of Dr. Froth as he tried different things on stage and to have them work out in such a remarkable fashion. He truly is a bad ass on that NSStick.

However, whatever was rumbling in my stomach was beginning to win. My energy was fading away quickly. And to boot, I had been awake since 5:00 AM that day. And I had several more hours to go.

The crowd began to thin out by the end, and I just kinda shook my head.

ECHO TEMPLE was up next to finish off the night. And so with ECHO TEMPLE, SIX MINUTE CENTURY, and Silenced Within…. three bands that I adore were playing all at the same place on the same night? Of course it was a blast!!! But that huge crowd was gone. And I just thought that was really shitty of the people.

After it was all done, I received a copy of the new album. And even had everyone sign it.

What was incredible and still is today, is that in the “Thank You’s” is the fact that I am mentioned by name TWICE. Once as a band collectively thanking me, and the other as Dr. Froth added me to his list of personal thanks. The band also mentions “The CENTURIONS” and the fans, which is something that I had come up with. Frontman Chuck Williams thanked the CENTURIONS and the fans in his personal notes as well. So I’m mentioned at least by name, twice.

I’ve never been included like this before. And it just fills my heart. I know for sure now that I am “something” to this band. To have been able to go to as many shows as I have in the past two years, traveling all that way, spending so much money, and still giving 1,000% in support. SIX MINUTE CENTURY basically returned the favor by mentioning me in their list of thank you’s.

Wanna see what I’m talking about?!?!? Go buy the album!!!!!

So after all the music was played, a group of us took off. There was a crowd of at least 16 people hanging out. Some of them needing to sober up and eat something over at the IHOP.

The longer I could stay awake, the better it was for me. But all good things must come to an end. And after I don’t know how long of laughing, being gross and immature, and just enjoying the moment…. I was brought back to the hotel and departed ways.

It was after 4:30 AM. My plan was to leave the hotel at 7:00 AM. My bus returning home was supposed to leave at 7:55 AM.

Luckily, I caught some really old re-runs of “Married With Children” and with that, I began to doze off. At some point I think I probably dozed off for about 20-30 minutes. I did not miss the bus however.

There was some random guy fussing and picking on people and telling them what to do because he wanted to get on the bus and he was unable to find a way to purchase a ticket. He yelled at everyone he looked at. And I began to wonder WHY is it that there’s always someone that has to fart in the bowl of ice cream?? Its ALWAYS SOMEONE or SOMETHING. And always on the return trip.

So this guy went after the bus driver when it arrived. And they charged him $44.00 to get on. And he flipped his lid again, but paid.

I was so tired that I couldn’t even think straight any more, and as we went on down the road and reached Houston Outlets, tears formed in my eyes and they rolled down my face without a care. And I could not figure out whether it was because of sadness that I was about to leave Houston for a very long time, or it was because of my exhaustion and serious lack of sleep.

My head bowed down and rolled around and bounced the entire trip home. The back of my neck now hurts. Leaving twenty minutes late from Houston this time, and then we arrived ON TIME. I tell you… I don’t know what it is about these drivers.

I did have fun though. I didn’t bum myself out with a lot of negative thinking. Considering that this was to be my LAST trip to Houston to go to any shows. Its beginning to become very difficult to deal with. Based on the fact that the bus schedules are yet again moved around.

All that money and time spent, for me to be awake for a continuous 30 hour stretch, and not even be in the city of Houston for 24 hours is catching up to me. Plus with the desire of wanting to move, I need to save the money as much as possible.

Its not the end of the world. No, I didn’t get into a dispute with SIX MINUTE CENTURY or their fans. I just need to save the money so that I can move. That way, I’m “there” whenever a show comes up. After all, if it had not been for the House of Froth, I wouldn’t have been there for the CD release show. And that would’ve sucked. So I give all my thanks to them!!!

So I spent my last day in Paradise. Maybe things will change down the road that I can return.