new year hoo-hah

a dude's gotta do what a dude's gotta do. or atleast decide if it's time to just do what 'they' want him to do. shave. iron your clothes. shine your shoes. fix your hair. get your act together. i'll never die wondering what life in boot camp would be like. but hey, I decided on something and did it. I've now quit smoking.
4 times this month.
This time it's for keeps.

But how do you keep off the death stick when you're drinking? You can't. So what do I do? one option is to quit drinking. Absolutely improbable and downright insulting to the creed of happy sloshers. So that's out. Another option is to be 'Gone in 60 secs'. You guzzle down enough beer so as to not be able to orchestrate the striking of a flame with a match. it's fun, effective and hey, it's fun. But in come your drinking buddies each falling over themselves trying to help you light up. 'Here, let me.', they say. Wanks. And I can't drink alone. So maybe I can't drink at all. Or maybe I can drink, but only with buddies that don't smoke. Hmmm, workable, still fun and all that. Also improbable, still slightly insulting to happy sloshers. But what the hell, it's worth a shot. Hallelujah! Yeah, I know what you're thinking. The bum brings out the trump card when he really needs it. But, if I can believe I can make it thru Friday night without smoking, I can keep the faith. So back off!

christ-mas

what does christmas mean to you? whatever their religion, I'm guessing for most people in most countries it is a day far enough away from any old Tuesday to merit a ho-ho-ho. Christmas might actually have kept pace with Valentine's day in its infectiousness. Christmas is no longer a day of celebration for Christians alone. And for even a non-practising Christian such as me, it is a bit of a surprise to see all those 'other' dudes running around spreading cheer and goodwill. For a grumpy old man like me who's seen 26 25th Decembers, the day is slowly getting back the magic it lost when Santa went away. Its not exactly hitting the rewind button, but its fun to be an old dog trying to learn new tricks. Merry Christmas to all you happy pagans out there and don't shoot at the guy who slides down your chimney at midnight.

what would you like in your juice?

They were peaceniks, they were communists and they were rebels. there were the good 'uns and the bad 'uns. and they all had a reason. they had a cause. they did things because they thought that they had to do them because they believed in them. They were willing to fight, argue, scream, steal and talk to heads of state to get what they wanted. People met, loved and married the people they met at rallies and protests. Damn, did they think they could change the world or something?

Were they were too high too much of the time to know the implications of their actions or did they simply believe in the domino effect? Were they more concerned about the times of their lives? Didn't most Americans have more food to eat during the Vietnam war than during the Korean war? And yet it was the Vietnam war that Oliver Stone made a movie on. Bush dodged being drafted (according to unreliable sources), Clay became Ali and Stallone became Rambo.

I wonder why.

the 'so thats why' post

I once saw a movie where this guy said 'you can be whatever you want do be. just go for it.' I walked outta that movie hall thinking maybe i didn't have to be what 18 years of classroom time (I refuse to call it an education) had groomed me for. The world was a new place again. I was young and ready.

I could be a rock star, a crazy ass biker or a rebel. Or maybe I could be all those things at once (which is where George Thorogood's Bad to the Bone came in). I was gonna be a Destroyer. But even Destroyers need cold hard cash for their hair gel and engine oil and tattoos. And since the hot air in my head reached all the way into the wallet wedged against my ass, I cut my hair and rode my bro's bike. I found out that neither my bike nor I were cut out for speed.

Bad to the Bone? Me? Nah! But its a better name for a blog than 'mysorean woodchuck talks nuts'.

first impressions

new blog. first post. first impressions count. you like... you come back, right? piss off. you wanna judge, you come back. second impressions count more. come back and read about an accountant who saves the world, a postman that plants mail bombs and why superman should wear boxers. when you're bored, ready to be inspired, hungry, missing mommy and especially when you wished that bart simpson could meet calvin.