Posts Tagged ‘odd’

snow-cold-thermometer“It doesn’t make a difference what temperature a room is, it’s always room temperature.”~Steven Wright

Holy crap, folks!!!

Not minutes after posting the last blog post, a major “dick measuring” contest broke out on social media.

I mentioned the LOCAL temperature here this morning and people from other parts of the country just had to chime in with their local temperature reading, as if it was some sort of contest.

The temperature was not the point of the blog. The fight that people were outside fighting was the point.

So here are some meteorological facts for those who don’t know or for those who just don’t seem to get it:

I’m in Austin, Texas. And Austin, Texas rarely gets as cold as the rest of the nation during the winter months. Although at the beginning of the year, the weather will get very cold but the coldest part of that day will be hours before the sun rises.

Austin, Texas rarely gets temperatures as low as they have been in the past couple of days. Hell, the southern states don’t get as cold as they have been in recent days. Not to mention that Texas doesn’t have a lot of experience with winter-like weather, such as sleet, freezing rain, ice, and snow.

So when these places in the country actually turn cold, you’re going to hear about it on social media. Plain and simple. If it snows in Texas, you are going to hear about it. Even if you have inches of snow on the ground where you are located and have been dealing with freezing temperatures for a while.

Same thing happens when the northern part of the country reaches sweltering heat during the summer. You’re going to hear about it from people in the north because they are not used to it.

There’s no reason for the comparisons to be honest. Just understand that for some people this is a freaky phenomenon that is happening. No need to bust out the plumage on your tail feathers.

I swear, some people’s children!!!

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“I see L.A. as a beautiful blonde with dirty underwear.”~ David Boreanaz

Never in a million years would I think that I would be writing about this subject matter.

I’ll keep it short, and I will also attempt to keep it as clean as possible as it really is NSFW.

However, floating around on Facebook today are several articles about a certain television program that is aired in Japan on certain adult cable channels. A contest called “Sing What Happens.”

Now I really don’t think something like this would EVER been  televised here in the United States of America. But it most certainly does exist in Japan in small and dark corners.

To learn more about this unusual television singing contest is a link below to an article talking about it:

Read at your own risk. [NSFW]

As for me ……. I need a life!
http://elitedaily.com/humor/sng-what-happens-jacked-off-karaoke/1002824/

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Jeremiah Clarke c. 1674 – 1 December 1707

“A violent and hopeless passion for a very beautiful lady of a rank superior to his own.” ~ Jeremiah Clarke

So I was not sure if this was going to turn into a series of blog posts or if it was going to be deemed necessary to have its own page or whatever, but #01 was written a year and a half ago. So I don’t know.

Nonetheless, this death may not be odd or unusual. But rather it is on how it became.

Jeremiah Clarke was an English Baroque composer and organist in the late 17th Century. He is best known for his composition work of Trumpet Voluntary – or the Prince of Denmark’s March.

I honestly looked and researched for hours about him, but there’s not a lot of information that I could find.

Then his death caught my attention.

Clarke decided that he was going to commit suicide. But he had not made up his mind on how he was going to do it and what method he was going to use. So he left the ending of his life in the hands of fate by way of flipping a coin. The choices were either to drown or to hang himself.

And here’s where the odd comes in………..

The story goes that the coin that Clarke tossed into the air landed on the ground, got stuck in the mud on its side, thus neither landing on one face of the coin or the other. The coin had failed to give him his fate. So rather instead of taking it as a sign and continuing to live and compose, he shot himself instead.

Damn.

Do you know of any strange but true stories of death? Let me know in the comments.

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“My most useful acting tip came from my pal John Wayne. Talk low, talk slow, and don’t say too much.”~Michael Caine

So its been a while. And yes, there’s a purpose. And no, I’m not about to divulge on that information.

But here’s what just wrecked my Thanksgiving weekend. And it has brought me back to this blog to grumble and vent.

I was on the phone earlier and in order to get this person to stop with their unnecessary clucking, I said “Thank you for calling but I have a gal pal waiting on me that I need to get back to. I’ll talk to you later. ”

Hell broke loose. All of it.

I had family members and people who know my family calling me left and right and up and down asking me about this new “girlfriend” that I had.

Umm… what??? What the hell are you talking about??????

I can’t believe these people. Incredible!!!

I said GAL PAL… not GIRLFRIEND.

Look at this:

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=galpal

See? NOT girlfriend. If I had a girlfriend, I would be the first person to be shouting at the top of my lungs- believe you, me.

Morons. Keep your busy noses to yourselves!

 

 

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“Every single moment is a coincidence.”~ Doug Coupland

Okay, for those of you who are  creeped out by things too easily, are superstitious to the max, or otherwise bothered by the uncertain and the unexplained, go ahead and skip this blog post and wait for the next one.

The Conjuring came out in theaters here in the United States today…. with a few exceptions of certain places which it was released a little earlier than today.

So I stuck my nose in it today, trying to make a decision of whether or not to go see this film in the theater or not at some point over the weekend.

I couldn’t sleep much, so I was up and at it around 6:30 AM this morning, still dark… but looking up creepy stories about The Conjuring.

Its supposed to be “based on a true story” but we all know that Hollywood messes that all up and barely bases anything they release on film on what is to be considered true events.

These kinds of stories, the TRUE stories, I always find myself fascinated with.

So ever since this morning, I had been looking up the behind-the-scenes story as to what brought this film in production.

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That thing is so creepy!!!!

There seems to be a lot of web articles about the story of Annabell the Doll. Its a older version of Raggedy Ann doll. It was bought in 1970, and weird things started happening with the doll. I was shocked throughout my research today that the doll is still in existence today!!!

And to think that as a child, I had a Raggedy Andy doll given to me for Christmas. Really does make me shiver! A LOT!!!

But I won’t go into a lot of detail and ruin too much about the film because the film is not the point of this blog post.

What happened afterwards IS the focus.

After I realized that I spent ALLLLLLLLLLLLL DAY LONG on this subject, trying to learn more and more and more about the true story behind the film, all I would get is the same story about Annabelle the Doll.

Before I knew it, it was dark outside. I knew that if I continued to research and I found something that creeped me out… it was going to work on my sleep. So that very moment I realized the sun was gone, I stopped looking it up.

I moved on with my evening, ate a few snacks, made a few tasteless jokes on Facebook, wrote back to some e-mails from my e-mail penpal near St. Louis, and even played Angry Birds via Facebook.

The idea and information about Annabelle the Doll went to the back of my mind. But something else popped up that I have NO explanation for. Other than coincidence. Some might WANT to connect it to something not of this world though.  shit

No matter what level I was playing in the game of Angry Birds, I would always receive the same score. This happened at LEAST ten different times on various different levels.

I had to take a screen cap of it to prove what I am saying was true.

Two stars, three stars, it didn’t matter. The score underneath was ALWAYS the same!!!!

I had to stop playing. Well, I did not HAVE to. I chose to stop.

What do you think about this mess? Is it a coincidence? Is it a sign? Or possibly a warning?

Let me know what you think!!!!!!!!!!! Leave a comment below.

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Okay. I must throw this out here.  Because I do not really know where I stand on this issue.

I’ve decided that I am going to leave it up to the public.

There has been some discussion about the song “Rollin'” by Limp Bizkit, and whether or not the song should be in some fashion attributed to me and my life.

Its come up before in the past and it for whatever reason, has come up again.

People are telling me that whenever they hear the song, the think of me. More than one person has said to my face that they think it would be a “cool ringtone” for me on their cell phone.

That’s right. More than once.

There’s a stigma happening. Or at least a stereotype.

But what do I personally have to say about the song?

Personally, the song doesn’t bother me. Neither would it bother me to be a ring tone for someone else’s cell phone. I mean after all, I can’t control what other people do with their own things. And its not like I am going to be calling them whenever they are nearby to the point that I would hear that it is or is not the personal ringtone they selected for when I call them. If I am that close to hear it, I might as well just use my voice. DUH!

Insensitive? No, at least not for me. But I wouldn’t try that with just anyone that you may know who also is in a wheelchair for life. It might not go well for you. But it doesn’t bother me.

So we scratch off “insensitivity” and are left with a just a simple ringtone or a theme song.

See what I did there? Yeah, your breath stinks too! Keep reading.

If you listen to the lyrics (and I know that is hard for most of you out there) the song doesn’t really fit anything that has to do with my life. Other than the fact that wheelchairs have wheels and they roll when they are in motion. THAT’S IT!!

I’m not fucking up a track or yelling at people to back the fuck up or shut the fuck up. That’s not who I am. I’m simply not in the music business nor am I in the business of being rude to prove a point. Other than that last date I have, but you’ve already read about that in a previous blog post.

So how in the world does this song work as a theme song? I’m having enough trouble as it is to use “Zero Hour” as an entrance song for sledge hockey, of which I’ve already received permission to do so. Its the rest of the team that I have to convince on that. But I just do not know how in the world this song by Limp Bizkit connects with me, other than that little part in the chorus.

http://youtu.be/8mqidVQxW9g

What do you all say? Fill your answers in the comment section below and tell me is it just an amusing ringtone or should it be a theme song for whenever I enter the room??? Majority shall rule in this case. Let me know after you get a taste of the song. Thank you one and all!!!!!!

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“If you haven’t got any charity in your heart, you have the worst kind of heart trouble.”~ Bob Hope

So the final episode that I will write about this past weekend was the afternoon in which I was waiting to return home.

After seeing so many characters that were bonkers and insane, I just thought it best to keep to myself until I got home.

While I waited, a vehicle came rushing through the Shell gas station parking lot complete with squealing tires. The passenger door popped open and a small girl exited the vehicle. There was  gentleman driving, presumed by me to be her father.

I suspected that she had to use the restroom and so they stopped there. As she did so, she took all of the garbage out of the vehicle and threw it away. Both of her hands were full of trash that she had to nudge the car door shut with her foot.

As she walked away, the driver squealed off again and kept circling around the gas pumps before finally settling in on parking ILLEGALLY in the handicapped parking…. to which I was nearby. I wasn’t thrilled about that at all. But I’m not the law.

The guy rolled down his window and asked me if I wanted to listen to Springsteen. Again presuming here: Bruce Springsteen. So I nodded to him.

I halfway expected him to crank up the volume but he didn’t.

Several minutes passed and he sat there illegally parked before I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the girl had come out of the gas station and now had to walk over to where the vehicle was parked.

I paid no attention to it.

Then I heard this voice say “HI!” to me. It was the girl. She handed me a wad of cash.

I looked at the old man in the vehicle and he nodded and smiled. I took the cash from her hand and she said nothing else and walked away. When she was inside the vehicle, he offered a salutation and sped out of the parking lot and onto the streets like he was Don Johnson or something.

This blew my mind!

For those of you who believe in karma would probably believe that this guy really done good with this act of charity.

I sat there for much of the hour wondering WHY he did it. But that was never to be answered in this lifetime. I could speculate for the rest of my life as to why he made that decision to give me money.

The first thing that came to my mind as I watched his vehicle cruise down the street was I wondered if I looked like a panhandler. But I really did not. I thought I looked like someone who was traveling. Luggage bag in tow.

Over and over in my mind I kept wondering what just happened and why it happened. It all snapped out of my mind when little Miss Attitude arrived.

I didn’t receive a lot of money. But it was ENOUGH to do something with it. Still it sits here on the desk near the  computer… not sure what to do with it, if anything at all.