I just uploaded the song Scar Chasm by my old band, Shadow Puppets on our MySpace page. You can find the lyrics to it on the Zombie Killer Genesis blog. I still plan on making a video for it, but haven't gotten around to it yet. Been busy. I just put out chapter 10 of the Nocent. Hope you enjoy it. So far, readers have voted unanimously for me to start putting out a chapter on Mondays too. So let it be written, so let it be done. Your wand is my commish. Oh, I am now down to fewer than 100 days left in the Navy! Double digits, baby! I just got some new friends on Facebook. Most of them are old high school friends. If you're reading this, hello!
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thought and Communication
Last night, I made an error in judgment concerning disciplining our dog. This sparked a conversation with Kayla about my understanding of various situations in life. She said that I'm often lost and confused about how to deal with things. She said that sometimes it feels more like I'm just looking for rules or orders instead of putting original thought into new and fresh situations.
I became upset and said that if someone can't read her mind, it must mean that they're lost and confused. Once I thought about it though, I realized what she really meant. The way I was disciplining the dog was the way I thought she wanted. I had no opinion of my own on the subject. Why? He's my responsibility too. She didn't want me to just enforce her 'rules'. So it wasn't that she wanted me to just agree with her. She had put thought into the situation. She took into account what the dog had done and figured out an appropriate punishment for him.
If I had observed the situation with a complete awareness of all the variables and options, I could have come up with my own opinion of a proper course of action. If at that point, I communicated with her about my thoughts, we could have discussed which way would better get across to the dog our expectations and our disappointment in him. I lacked both the thought and the communication. I think that true wisdom comes from loving observation. Rules and orders take away the need for love and observation. I would like to be the kind of husband, father, friend and person who loves and cares enough to think and communicate in a way that is fair to all parties involved.
I became upset and said that if someone can't read her mind, it must mean that they're lost and confused. Once I thought about it though, I realized what she really meant. The way I was disciplining the dog was the way I thought she wanted. I had no opinion of my own on the subject. Why? He's my responsibility too. She didn't want me to just enforce her 'rules'. So it wasn't that she wanted me to just agree with her. She had put thought into the situation. She took into account what the dog had done and figured out an appropriate punishment for him.
If I had observed the situation with a complete awareness of all the variables and options, I could have come up with my own opinion of a proper course of action. If at that point, I communicated with her about my thoughts, we could have discussed which way would better get across to the dog our expectations and our disappointment in him. I lacked both the thought and the communication. I think that true wisdom comes from loving observation. Rules and orders take away the need for love and observation. I would like to be the kind of husband, father, friend and person who loves and cares enough to think and communicate in a way that is fair to all parties involved.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Supplies!
I was just reading Kayla's blog, Evolution and I love what she said about our perceptions of the physical world. I mean, how come if a soda sits out for an hour it becomes 'hot' and when dinner sits out for an hour it becomes 'cold' when we use sophisticated machinery like heaters, coolers and thermostats to make sure that a room is neither too hot nor too cold? It's like Goldilocks and the three bears were the judges of three different things that are really all the same temperature. This soda is too hot. This food is too cold. This room temperature is just right.
Speaking of picky fairy tale damsels, you know the Princess and the Pea? I sure hope that pea didn't develop an eating disorder after that bitch called him fat! I should start a support group for foods with mental issues. I want that pea to know that he's loved and should accept himself just as God made him. The poor Japanese ham sammiches can have a safe place to share their feelings about that mean old Zombie Killer and his mordant denigrations.
I'm apparently good at rearranging supply closets. The staff in the mail room had me rearrange their supply closet and really liked what I did so then I was recommended to rearrange the supply closet for the payroll office. File cabinets, shelves, shredder, copier and a bunch of loose random shit was what I had to juggle around trying to make it all fit in a room where you'd wet all four walls with a good sneeze. I'm plumb tuckered out. My boots smell like a cheese even the French wouldn't eat, but that damn room is beautiful if I must say so myself!
Speaking of picky fairy tale damsels, you know the Princess and the Pea? I sure hope that pea didn't develop an eating disorder after that bitch called him fat! I should start a support group for foods with mental issues. I want that pea to know that he's loved and should accept himself just as God made him. The poor Japanese ham sammiches can have a safe place to share their feelings about that mean old Zombie Killer and his mordant denigrations.
I'm apparently good at rearranging supply closets. The staff in the mail room had me rearrange their supply closet and really liked what I did so then I was recommended to rearrange the supply closet for the payroll office. File cabinets, shelves, shredder, copier and a bunch of loose random shit was what I had to juggle around trying to make it all fit in a room where you'd wet all four walls with a good sneeze. I'm plumb tuckered out. My boots smell like a cheese even the French wouldn't eat, but that damn room is beautiful if I must say so myself!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Metabolism
There's a sailor named Branch. I told him if he ever opened a hospital for belly buttons he could call it the Branch Navel Health Clinic. He didn't think it was very funny. Speaking of branch, why do so many names for groups of people sound like a piece of wood? You've got a branch, a board, a club, a panel. Are people so boring that when they congregate, you think of trees? Unisom, take me away!
My daily caloric intake is gastronomical! Here in the office, everybody has their little jar full of chocolates, candy canes, peanut butter cups, hard candies, peppermint patties and such. I'm one grazing mofo. Throughout my life, I've had several times when I gained anywhere from 15 to 25 pounds. First time was when I worked at a sammich shop called Eric's Ice Cream. All them little slices of cheese, cold cuts, pickles, olives, lettuce, tomatoes and ice cream gained me 22 pounds in one summer. Of that, I lost 16 when I stopped working there.
I worked as a dishwasher at Carrow's restaurant. I gained 16 pounds eating order mistakes and free ice cream. If someone's steak was over cooked, I 86ed it with a fork. If someone hadn't asked for peanuts on their sundae, I 86ed it with a spoon. 86 was my favorite number! When I stopped working there, I lost 12 pounds. Damn my fast metabolism.
When I delivered pizza, I was always making little pizza creations for myself. I think again I gained 16 pounds. I gained 22 pounds at Boot Camp. I gained another 10 working with the cooks at the galley for two and a half months. I have no problem gaining weight. The problem is I lose it all within weeks of returning to a regular diet.
Once a dentist asked me to keep a food diary for a week. He gave me a blank chart and told me to fill it in every time I ate something during a 24 hour period. Boy, it was almost comedic, the amount of writing I had to do. The dentist was so surprised that my teeth are so healthy!
Ever since I turned 30 years old, my metabolism has slowed a little. I now hover between the 145-155 range. For me that's high. I guess I'm just small-boned. I'm horizontally challenged. They ought to make a minus size store for skinny people and short people. We already have plus size stores all over the place, but what about us skinny folk? Oh yeah, and why is a slim chance the same as a fat chance? What's the skinny on that little oxy-moronic colloquialism?
My daily caloric intake is gastronomical! Here in the office, everybody has their little jar full of chocolates, candy canes, peanut butter cups, hard candies, peppermint patties and such. I'm one grazing mofo. Throughout my life, I've had several times when I gained anywhere from 15 to 25 pounds. First time was when I worked at a sammich shop called Eric's Ice Cream. All them little slices of cheese, cold cuts, pickles, olives, lettuce, tomatoes and ice cream gained me 22 pounds in one summer. Of that, I lost 16 when I stopped working there.
I worked as a dishwasher at Carrow's restaurant. I gained 16 pounds eating order mistakes and free ice cream. If someone's steak was over cooked, I 86ed it with a fork. If someone hadn't asked for peanuts on their sundae, I 86ed it with a spoon. 86 was my favorite number! When I stopped working there, I lost 12 pounds. Damn my fast metabolism.
When I delivered pizza, I was always making little pizza creations for myself. I think again I gained 16 pounds. I gained 22 pounds at Boot Camp. I gained another 10 working with the cooks at the galley for two and a half months. I have no problem gaining weight. The problem is I lose it all within weeks of returning to a regular diet.
Once a dentist asked me to keep a food diary for a week. He gave me a blank chart and told me to fill it in every time I ate something during a 24 hour period. Boy, it was almost comedic, the amount of writing I had to do. The dentist was so surprised that my teeth are so healthy!
Ever since I turned 30 years old, my metabolism has slowed a little. I now hover between the 145-155 range. For me that's high. I guess I'm just small-boned. I'm horizontally challenged. They ought to make a minus size store for skinny people and short people. We already have plus size stores all over the place, but what about us skinny folk? Oh yeah, and why is a slim chance the same as a fat chance? What's the skinny on that little oxy-moronic colloquialism?
Monday, Monday
I was thinking about the name Pinocchio. I wonder if it's related to the word occipital, like the part of the skull. So it would mean something along the lines of 'pine skull'. Makes sense since he's a puppet whose head is probably carved in wood. I'm thinking the word occipital itself is related to the word caput which means head. More of that sort of shit that keeps me up nights.
What I wanted to write to you about was this whole Book Mooch website. Just for fun I put up my own book, the Nocent as available for anyone who would want me to send it to them. To my surprise, someone did! I'll be giving someone my book. Kayla brought it to my attention that if one person wants it, there might be more people out there who would want it.
I've been contemplating putting out a new chapter of the Nocent on Mondays as well. If I did, my calculations put it at around June 24 that the whole book would be out in its entirety. That's a lot sooner than November or December! Then all I have to do is use the Blog2Print feature on this website to publish paper copies of the novel. Please give me some feedback on this. You've got friends at Loh's place.
What I wanted to write to you about was this whole Book Mooch website. Just for fun I put up my own book, the Nocent as available for anyone who would want me to send it to them. To my surprise, someone did! I'll be giving someone my book. Kayla brought it to my attention that if one person wants it, there might be more people out there who would want it.
I've been contemplating putting out a new chapter of the Nocent on Mondays as well. If I did, my calculations put it at around June 24 that the whole book would be out in its entirety. That's a lot sooner than November or December! Then all I have to do is use the Blog2Print feature on this website to publish paper copies of the novel. Please give me some feedback on this. You've got friends at Loh's place.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Mooches Gracias
Rachel Ray today talked about a website called BookMooch.com. On there, you can put up your old books to send to people who want to read them in exchange for getting books from other Moochers. I signed up for it and already I've got several people who want books I've got. Of all the different genres of book I have available, they snatched up all my zombie books. One person from Denmark wants three of my zombie books. I do have readers in Denmark. Coincidence? Anyway, I think this is an excellent website so I hope you'll check it out if you like reading. I'll put a link to it on here for you. By the way, that potato recipe that Kayla cooks is from Rachel Ray too.
Potato I Have
Life on a submarine has its ups and downs. Always listening to dolphins, whales, shrimp, fish, storms, wind and the occasional unexplained electro-magnetic activity. I do enjoy the sounds of whales. Sometimes when you're in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, your equipment goes all screwy. It's cool, though, when the cooks fry up some bologna for breakfast. They also have those hash browns. You add some hot sauce and pepper and it's excellent! As long as I have potatoes, any meal can be a good meal.
There's always movies or video games going on in the crew's lounge. Lot's of times there will be a movie going on in the galley as well. There's also the ship's library where you can read whatever they have on board. It's mostly stuff people donated. It's not as voluminous as a prison library. I remember in the Shawshank Redemption by Stephen King, the prison library was quite big! It has its prose and cons.
There's always movies or video games going on in the crew's lounge. Lot's of times there will be a movie going on in the galley as well. There's also the ship's library where you can read whatever they have on board. It's mostly stuff people donated. It's not as voluminous as a prison library. I remember in the Shawshank Redemption by Stephen King, the prison library was quite big! It has its prose and cons.
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