Sing What Happens

“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/

Weird News Of The Month

“The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.”~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

This is interesting.

I received an e-mail not that long ago from a group of strangers who apparently live in northern California/southern Oregon state region. Together they have a band.

But I’ve been secretly and yet cordially invited to join their band.

I’m told that they’ve seen video of me singing and think that I have it as a baritone voice. Which is what they are looking for.

I thought that this might have been a band in Houston, if so…  I was going to totally flip out!

But it is not.

The other thing about it is that they’ve “seen video of me singing?” WHAT?!?!?!????

I’ve not done public karaoke in a long time. I can’t think of anything that I may have done publicly where I may have been recorded and not have known it. 

They said that they would put together about $1,000 for me to get there if I wanted to join. That money would be mine to use to get there. Personally though, I don’t think its enough.

Not to live in that part of the country at least.

I don’t know anything about the band who contacted me. It is a red flag to me that they said to keep things secret. And I’ve never been to that part of the country, so I don’t know anything about what’s there for me.

The red flag made me think whether or not this was a joke or at the very least, not real.

I’ve not found anything on YouTube about this band. Nor any website or webpage.

Its disheartening. Especially to receive such an offer. 

But I’m baffled because — what in the world are they talking about that they had seen me sing that I was using my baritone register???

To my knowledge, no video of me singing or performing exists on the Internet.

I don’t know whether to reply or not. I do not know if there would be an answer back. It’s just a little freaky.

Could this be real or could it all be bullshit??

The REAL Story of A Nightmare On Elm Street

“I’m interested in the dream and subconscious mind, the peculiar dream-like quality of our lives, sometime nightmare quality of our lives.”~ Anthony Hopkins

Fans of Halloween who are still hanging on to the night: Have I got a story for you that just blew my mind!!!

After reading article upon article about horror films and reading TOP LISTS of horror films. I came across one that talked about films that were based on REAL events.

Films such as The Exorcist were on the list. Not all that surprising. Most of us already KNOW the story behind that 1970’s horror film. And a few other exorcism films that came out, also true or based on real life events. As well as ghostly films like The Conjuring.

But in the list was something that I NEVER thought I’d see:

A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET.

Whoa, wait a minute!! Hold on!!! How in the world is this horror film gem REAL?!?!??  There’s no dream killer. There’s been no reports of a man with blades on his fingers murdering teenagers. So what in the world is going on?

Turns out that back in 1977, there were a group of Asian refugees (the origin or country is unknown and often numerous to this one particular story) were plagued by their nightmares.

Often, they would refuse to sleep because they were too traumatized by their dreams. And exhaustion would ultimately end their lives. Others who would actually fall asleep, would die in their sleep without any signs of physical trauma to their bodies. 

The theory was that while sleeping, they would suffer trauma from their nightmares so much that their body would go into cardiac arrest and then they would die.

Singapore and other Asian countries of perfectly healthy people dying whilst they slept.

This appears to be the link and the beginning influence to the very popular horror film by Wes Craven.

And yet this goes on as a REAL disease called Sudden Unexpected Death Syndrome (SUNDS).

You just never really know what else is in this crazy world of ours that is going to stun us with their brand of odd reality.

Here is an article in the New York Times back in 1981 about the strange case:

http://www.nytimes.com/1981/05/10/us/nightmares-suspected-in-bed-deaths-of-18-laotians.html

Facebook Killer

Derek Medina and Jennifer Alfonso

“Murder begins where self-defense ends.”~Georg Buchner

Okay, so already some of you are whining and complaining about gender bias and how I made females look crazy because I posted about female killers.

Well, I have two things to say to that: MEN do stupid things too, and women (no, not all) will often times be so jaded by them that the good men of the world suffer for it. AND the other thing I have to say about it, is here’s the “other gender” story for you. So just calm down!!

This story I found particularly insane as there’s no ending to it as of yet.

31 year old Derek Medina is now awaiting trial, being charged with the shooting murder of his wife, 26 year old  Jennifer Alfonso that occurred on the 8th of August of 2013.

This murder was so weird and odd because not only did the husband allegedly shoot and kill Alfonso, but afterwards, he took photographs of her dead body and then guess what he did? 

HE POSTED THEM ON HIS FACEBOOK PROFILE!!

(Edited here for obvious reasons. Here’s the screen cap of his Facebook profile on the day he shot and killed Alfonso. Through some good searching, you can find the unedited photograph. Not suggested though.)

And the only question I have is WHY????

Not WHY did he kill her, but WHY did he take a photograph of her laying there either dying or already dead, and post that on Facebook???

What kind of person does that?

Derek Medina is now charged with her murder.

He admitted to killing her. But Medina is ALSO stating that he had killed Alfonso in self-defense. Medina is always saying that he had gone through abuse by the hands of Alfonso. Which is not uncommon, but really never is heard of in today’s  news and society. Its possible she may have been abusive to him in some manner. But whether or not this death was because of self-defense…… nobody knows. 

A tentative date for his trial is just around the corner. And we’ll see if his “self-defense” plea holds up in a Miami, Florida court of law.

Autopsy reports are out as well as Medina’s 26 page report of when he finally turned himself in to the authorities. Autopsy shows that Alfonso was on her knees and has wounds to her arms, as if to protect her face. That doesn’t sound like someone who is giving abuse to another person to me. It rather sounds like someone scared for their life, and in this case, rightfully so as Alfonso was shot MORE than six times.

But as I said, we’ll see when finally Medina is brought to trial.

Conjuring The Conjuring

“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.

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.  

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.

Facebook: A Treasure Trove Of Oddity

“I’ve done nudity. I’m an exhibitionist. It doesn’t matter.”~John Turturro

Some seriously binding lessons were learned today. But I am still processing them as we speak. Therefore when the time comes, I’ll share. But for now, I am more compelled to share some lessons that are good for all of us. Some will be able to relate, others will probably be able to understand.

So let’s get started. A review:

Facebook is a den that is full of exhibitionists and voyeurs.

The Internet is full of bad people. The Internet is also full of good people. Decent people. And of course, its also full of those who are in between. Those who seek the attention of others through their narcissistic ways of operating on Facebook.

The painful part comes in where people are (for lack of a better term) innocent bystanders of this constant nagging and negative behavior.

One person takes a cruise around the world and posts every little step they make whether it be through words or through uploading photographs. Another person decides to update their profile every hour on the hour. All for what?

Attention.

So it becomes a bit hurtful and painful for OTHERS to witness this kind of thing. Basically the person boasting their “good times in life” appears to be doing just that. Bragging and boasting. 

Therefore those people who are now having to sift through relentless posts are grumpy, irritable, and downright pissed off at the person doing the posting.

Its almost the situation of being able to see the forest through the trees. The person doing the posting most likely isn’t doing it on purpose. They aren’t rubbing anyone’s nose in anything specifically. But for those who are able to see the forest…. it most certainly feels like it.

So then, is it what it seems?

Depends on how you look at it. Allow me to show you the other side of the coin. 

As I stated at the beginning of this blog post, Facebook is a “treasure trove” of people who are more concerned about sharing and spreading their lives in every infinite detail with everyone that will listen. Right, wrong, or indifferent.

Nobody is actually forcing you to look at 400 different posts and photographs that were uploaded in under two hours. You actually do have the ability to scroll by them if you do not want to look, or if you do not like what is being posted.

You have the power NOT to sign into your Facebook account if enough people are making you so angry with their actions and words. Narcissism or not, you do NOT have to fall into their webs and read what they have to say, comment on their posts, or even look at them.

If Facebook is causing you so much stress, then why bother signing in when you already know cognitively that it is a huge source of your being uncomfortable and feeling stressed out by what others do or say????

I personally do not believe that social networks ever got things right. These kinds of people who sign up and get an account and just post everything in their lives for the sake of earning attention….. they are always going to flock to these things.  

And if you choose to use them, remember that you have all the power in the world. You have the power to ignore narcissistic behavior. You have the power to ignore those who are just placing their lives on exhibit. And you also have the power to either do or do not operate in the same manner as they do. You have control over what YOU post and upload to social networking sites. Nobody else has that power.

Take back the control in your lives and do not allow the selfish behavior of others on Facebook rule your attitude. Don’t let them make their rules become your rules.

Right, wrong, or indifferent these people are going to post what they will. And as a bonus, like I have always said– They make their own choices, make their own beds. Let THEM lie in it and don’t follow them in.

Take back your sanity. Learn. Live.

We All Are Going To Hell

Hell, Norway

“The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.”~ Dante Alighieri

I caught the tail end of an amusing conversation this morning.

The topic was strangely named places across the world. Most noted was the question of how many places are named “Hell” in the entire world?

Well, let’s see.

http://www.geonames.org/ 

So then by going to this website and searching the term “hell” you will find all kinds of answers.

I will give you one another example. There is a place in Peru called Infierno which is “Hell” in Spanish.

Looks like Hell is freezing over, in Norway.

Then you have the following places:

Hell, Norway. Hell, Switzerland. Hell, California. Hell, Michigan.

Crap, I’d believe it about a few of them. And I remember many years ago that Michigan INTENTIONALLY named their city “Hell” because during the winter they wanted to have other places that were COLDER than they were to be able to say that they were “Colder then Hell!” which is just the perfect reason to name your city that. Oh well.

But then we continue:

There is Hell, Grand Cayman. In the Cayman Islands.

Of course you can always go to Hell’s Creek in Montana.

Or you could possibly go straight to Hell’s Gates.

Hell’s Gates is located in Australia and is also a named island in Antarctica.

Hell Gate in Florida, Georgia, and in the Bahamas.

Hell is every where in the world!!

Hell’s Gate (note the difference in spelling) is in Montserrat.

Or try living in a Hell Hole:

Hell Hole is in Utah, Tennessee, and Louisiana.

Hell Lake is in Canada. I imagine you can catch some seriously evil fish or marine life. I’m just speculating though.

And if none of that interests you then you can walk away from it all by crossing Hell Bridge in Ireland.

And I suppose all this talk about Hell is getting some people hot under the collar.

I understand. But it is actually very fascinating indeed that in different parts of the world certain words and terms mean different things.

Some of the non-English speaking countries probably had no idea what they were doing when they named these places Hell. Although what Michigan did was stupid. Shame on them. I have relatives that live in Michigan!!!! 

I am not a fan of it all, personally. I think that I will take my chances in …. in Fucking, Austria.

 

Unusual Justice

“I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.”~ Freddie Mercury

Here we go again.

I guess I was not finished talking about prostitution as this story was brought to my attention via Facebook this afternoon.

Of course with anything, I don’t always BELIEVE in everything that I read on Facebook. But this story had me wondering what just happened??

There is an online petition that is aimed at the Texas Attorney General because of this story to change the laws based on what happened in court recently. But the other parts of the petition are inaccurate and don’t give the full scope of the situation and story.

So let me fill you in on what I am blabbering on about.

She took Gilbert’s $150 in cash, but did not provide any services and attempted to leave his home with his money.

Ezekiel Gilbert was facing life imprisonment for the murder of a prostitute.

Gilbert had gone to Craigslist and hired a prostitute for the evening, paying $150 for her company and umm, services.

The prostitute then had a change of heart and decided that nothing was going to happen between the two of them and left Gilbert’s home to be picked up by her pimp who was waiting in the car outside. 

As Gilbert was obviously upset for not receiving any services, and the fact that the woman took his money and left, Gilbert went outside after the vehicle and started to fire his AK-47 at them in order to stop them from leaving and retrieve his money back.

But the bullets that were fired killed the prostitute.

And so he went to court because of her death. He was acquitted and not found guilty of any crimes.

WHY?

The state of Texas has a law that states that you are allowed to use force in a situation when at night, if you are being robbed or your property is being stolen. You are allowed to use said force in order to stop the criminal from stealing from you.

This is what Gilbert stated what he was aiming to do. Killing her however was not the intention.

So there you have it. Gilbert was within the law to do whatever he could in order to get his money back since the prostitute did not give up on her end of the deal. That is what the court decided.

Many people are outraged. They are so outraged and pissed off that they are attempting to make this a gun control issue, in which it isn’t.

Granted, I personally feel that AK-47 could be seen as overkill, but if that’s what he had to use in order to protect his property… then so be it.  The property in this matter obviously being his money after the prostitute pretty much called off the deal.

I have seen far too many links to this story in which whatever media outlet or journalist has taken the general basis of this story and blown it so far out of the water that it no longer has proportion. One going as far as to be so bold to accuse the state of  Texas to be sending a message that it is “okay” to kill prostitutes.

No, its NOT okay to kill….. anyone. 

It is ridiculous that those who had nothing to do with this story or had any connections to it could turn it to be so ugly on its head.

The story is tragic enough that a woman is now dead.

Prostitution in the state of  Texas is illegal. Protecting your property in the state of Texas within the letter of the law is not illegal.

And after all, this is TEXAS we are talking about. Second largest state in the nation. There’s going to be a lot of laws that are strange and peculiar.

‘Gimme back my money, you darned ho!! Come back here and cum to daddy!’

I am also going to guess that this law was signed in place during a time when bandits would steal horses and cattle from neighbors in the middle of the night. This law would obviously give them the protection that they needed to shoot someone in the ass and keep them from rustling and stealing.

So if the laws are so awful, then the people of Texas needs to stand up and let their lawmakers know that they want a change. Although I would have to be honest with you…. I don’t see that happening. This wasn’t even on the news this week. This came to my attention from some people who are “out there” if you know what I mean. And of  course they are crying foul. And to top it off, they are NOT from Texas.

This is a state law, not a national law. So please: calm the hell down!!

Gilbert is going to have to have to deal with this for the rest of his life regardless of whether or not he is behind bars. He stated in court that murder was not his intention. And whether or not Gilbert was lying about that… well, that’s going to be on his conscience as well.

Nobody won in this case. The stealing prostitute is dead. Gilbert has dug himself inside of an emotional hole from which he cannot get out of. And the law stands where it does today.

 

 

 

 

People Watching

“KISS HER, YOU IDIOT! KISS HER!!!”

“Have character, don’t be one.”~ Sue Ann Cordell

Before I get to the story telling of seeing Echo Temple playing at the House of Blues in Houston, there’s another story I am going to share.

Echo Temple/Houston fans are just simply going to have to wait.

Traveling on the bus has obviously turned into an experience. It is rather easy to get into the habit of people watching. Some are amusing, others make you reflect, and even more people just make you sick to your stomach.

As I awaited silently and patiently for the bus to arrive to take me to Houston, a female caught my eye. But I didn’t approach her, didn’t try to speak to her, didn’t do anything.

She was standing in the shade from a distance. It was cold outside and standing up against the wall didn’t seem like the way to stay warm from the blustery winds.

Soon after I was direct to move to another location so the bus could get by me and get turned around.

This caused me to have to be nearer to this female that I had been watching.

Wouldn’t you know it, FDS struck again!!

Ugh!

I would find out moments later that it was a good  thing that I had not attempted to strike up a conversation with her as some lanky guy came running up to her and handed her a drink. He obviously went away and purchased drinks. One of them or both of them was about to embark on their own journey. And the girl pecked the guy on the lips. Most likely as her way to say thank you.

Aww…

But then she snuggled up to him, shivered a little bit. And the guy just stood there with his arms at his side. Then she cuddled in closer to his chest, starting kissing on his neck and cheek. She attempted many times to kiss his lips again but he kept moving his head around. He wasn’t even looking at her but rather over the top of her head as he was considerably taller than she was.

Maybe its just the fact that I’ve been in a drought lately. But I just couldn’t understand why this guy was avoiding her affections. HOLD HER FOR CRYIN’ OUTLOUD AT LEAST!!! If you don’t want to get involved heavily in some random public display of affection, that’s one thing. But he was not even acknowledging her.

And it made me wonder: How the heck do men get women when they treat them like that?

So then I was loaded on the bus first.

This “bus station” of sorts is located in a large parking lot between some office buildings and a large apartment complex. And as I looked up into the sky… up on the third floor of the apartment complex, I saw a door open to the back patio area. A man walked out 100% NAKED with a joint and smoked it. He stood there – no clothes, not even a blanket- and smoked and toked to his heart’s content.

If this man had decided to urinate over the edge then he would have nailed the bus passengers on the ground below. But he didn’t do that. He smoked marijuana.

Some people.

And then this afternoon on the way back home, I was sitting out in the sun as it was about ten to fifteen degrees COOLER in Houston than it is at home. This man pulls up in the parking lot of the Shell Station where the bus comes to pick up people in that part of Houston. Another peculiar female jumped out of the vehicle and ran for the inside of the store with her bag over her shoulder. I didn’t get a good look and I was hoping that it wouldn’t be FDS again.

It wasn’t.

As minutes ticked away, more and more people who were to board the bus in Houston came crawling out of the cracks. This same girl came out of the store and some gentleman with was right behind her.

I didn’t look at them. But they were standing behind me. And I could just hear this female nagging the man over and over to leave her alone.

I would hear her telling the guy to just go home. To get away from her. To leave her alone. The man was responding but I couldn’t understand any word that he said. She then attempted another option, threatening the man that she would NOT get on the bus if he didn’t leave. And was making these empty promises that she would just walk home.

Don’t people understand that you can be heard in public when you are dealing with an issue like that?!? I guess she just didn’t care.

She got on the bus though. And she was cute. But after hearing all that bitching and nagging, I could just imagine the weirdness that could’ve been had I approached her.

She jumped into one of the seats that was facing backwards. And I had no other choice but to attempt to look out the window for most of the trip because looking straight ahead of me I would only find her staring at me back. And then the awkward quick-look-away would happen. Both for her and I.

I had made the determination within the first hour of the journey home that this female was probably not even in her mid-20’s yet or not yet out of college and still in school.

In a cramped and crowded bus, she would attempt to sleep off some of the long trip. But her head and body kept slumping to the left. Eventually she nodded off so hard that she crashed into the person sitting in the next seat. From the view point that I had, with all of those crushed together bus seats in front of me, when she fell against the other person beside her, it looked like she was attempting to go down on her.

They all had a laugh together. I’m sure she wasn’t feeling it though. So embarrassing that had to be!

She got off the bus quickly. And then she stood there. When I finally got off the bus she came up to me and had a distance of about six feet from me and said “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck!” and walked away with her middle finger extended in the air as she pranced away.

Clearly, she’s got issues. And now she’s running loose in the same city that I live in. Should I be concerned? I don’t know!!

She probably felt uncomfortable and insecure knowing that I had been looking at her. Other than that, I offer up no possible theory for her behavior.

Just keep in mind guys: Cute doesn’t always mean a keeper!!!!!

 

Phone Sex 2.0

“I see people putting text messages on the phone or computer and I think, ‘Why don’t you just call?’~ William Shatner

Seriously now. This happened today. I don’t get it. I do not understand it. And I do not have any clue as to why people do the things that they do.

However dear readers, you should get a laugh out of this.

I called someone that I haven’t spoken to in a long time. A buddy of mine, that I understand just found himself a new girlfriend. Yaay!!

So I wanted to get back with him and catch up.

I dialed his number and he answered.

The first thing I noticed was that there was a lot of groaning and moaning and low volume sounds in the background.

Then there was a short period of growling and panting as I began to talk to him, asking how he was doing.

He said in what seemed like a lifetime to say, that he was doing fine and asked me how I was doing.

More sounds and noises came from the background. I suddenly asked him, more like begged for him to admit to me that he was just watching porn. But he said that he was not watching porn.

I hung up.

TRUE STORY.

Who does this sort of thing? I certainly am not understanding it.  He could have ignored the call and then returned it later after all. It’s a little weird. Okay, it is A LOT weird!!!!!!!! 

I get that he’s enjoying this new girlfriend and he’s doing it obviously in more ways than one, but to answer the telephone while you are in the throws of something like that seems a bit excessive and weird.

Just when I think that taking your cell phone with you to the toilet is bad enough. You have full on erotic activities happening and you actually answer a call??

Has this happened to anyone else? Have you actually answered your telephone while in the middle of having sex??And if so, WHY?!?!?!?