Onions... damn onions..

Sadly I hate it when there are these moments but conversely I enjoy them as well.

We have a sardonic kind of family... sarcasm flows like the Amazon in this house and I think a good portion of that is to hide our feelings but also it's just how we talk to one another.

We deride the other for offering up pedantic obvious questions to mundane day to day events.

Good or bad we have moments on occasion where there are some hard questions asked and the tears usually follow.

I was out of the blue directly questioning my oldest twin about his state of affairs and how he was doing in general. Well things went a bit teary eyed on both sides and I hope for the better.

I want things to be better for us as family... it's what has to be done.

When your past dies

I'm not one to dwell on shit for a long time though there are somethings that I have become to painfully aware of in the past few years and that is my ever present mortality.

There is this web site that I have been visiting since '96 called The Daily Wav and they give memorials to those performers who have managed to get a posting on their page. I was recently going through looking for some old wav files to add to my new phone when I came across a memorial for Gary Owens.

Now while this name will more than likely not register for anyone under the age of 35 in 2015 (even then I think you'd be hard pressed to find someone in their 40's who may know of him), most people in their 50's and above should recognize him.

For me he was Laugh In, Space Ghost, & Ren and Stimpy.

Getting old sucks.

Here's to you Powdered Toast Man!

If at first you don't succeed.... keep on sucking till you do.

I wonder how many.... things... thoughts... people.. ideas... dumb things... whatever... this... that and the other... who what where why when... I'm very curious.. and it's taken me a long time to understand that... and most importantly who I am.


I have a scatter-brained, haphazard way of thinking or that I think to much could be a better answer. One that I'm reminded of from my former mental delusions of bogey men and superstitions about Middle Eastern zombies and genital sacrifices. I don't quite remember the context but from what I recall I believe it was post "fictional book study"1 and I had a bajillion questions. To which I got the following reply, "You think to much".

It hit me but I was so oblivious to the truth (as in facts) of that statement I just took the comment in stride and continued on my frenzied path of zealotry for the next few years.

But as Mr Cleese is famous for saying... I got better.2


I guess if I want to make some sort of lasting impression this is going to be it... if anything my own personal story for posterity.


1 - AKA Bible Study
2 - Mynd you, møøse bites Kan be pretti nasti... 
Currently playing Jack- FM 93.1 - Prince - When Doves Cry (Fun Fact* My brother once dressed like Prince, as depicted on the Purple Rain album)