Don't bury me yet!

Running between the rain drops!

I was walking to the parking lot last night to get my car when it started to rain. All of a sudden people started dashing towards their cars and leaping over sidewalks and anything else that was in their way to get inside their car.

I thought to myself as I continued walking  towards my car in the same pace, hmm, let me see, it's raining, even if I run I'm still gonna get wet but, at least I'll make it to my car without killing myself. Check out this scenario: This is what kills me,  some dude named Bobby starts to run towards his car, because it's starts to rain and he doesn't want to get his fat head wet, and just before he gets to his car he slips on the ground, he'll than be laying on the ground, probably in a lot of pain, probably with a broken leg, probably crushed his cellphone that was in his back pocket, and worst of all the freaking rain he was trying to avoid is now pouring down on him. A few people will leap over him to get to thier car but he might find someone who will help his sorry ass by covering his head with an umbrella. So Bobby's head is now sheltered from the rain, until the ambulance comes,  but what about the rest of his body, it'll be soak! Than due to a broken leg he'll have to stay home for a few days, missing days of work he can't even afford, his electricty will eventually be turned off, and the landlord will be trying to knock his door down cause he can't pay the rent. Whew!!! Seems to me like Bobby should have just strolled to his car instead of trying to dash in between the raindrops.

That's why I sing "Raindrops keep falling on my head, but that doesn't mean..."

Moving Pictures

I went today to this place called The Promise land, which is  a park and beach area.  There was a sign when we entered that said the beach was closed due to E-coli and I thought hey no big deal I wanted to picnic with my family anyway.  After several hours of being there, a guard from the park walked around announcing we could all go into the water.  I was like, what did they do with the E-coli.  I wasn't trusting it and after looking at the fish that seemed to be swimming as they were shi**ing their brains out, I thought I sit it out.  There was though, others at the park who dived into the water, I had vision of them getting out of the water missing some part of their body, and not realizing it until they got out.

While there I decided to take a stroll by myself and came upon this beautiful water fall. I thought it would be so cool to take a picture of it and then I said why the hell do I do that, I mean it was beautiful  looking at the water fall and feeling the cool breeze and water drops against my cheek, but taking a picture and than having it develop and looking at it again just wasn't to be the same, unless my picture had these amazing knobs on it where I can turn it into a moving picture and see the water fall flow again it just wasn't going to be exciting. Just a picture of water fall, stopped in motion.  You all know what I mean, how many times have you gone to Disney Land and went Oh and Ahh to the light parade and snap pictures like a maniac only to develop the pictures and than not being able to tell the difference between Mickey Mouse and Cinderella.  It's all a big blur of lights and where are all those characters that were waving at you while you snapped away.   It's like an acid trip after you get your pictures back.

I know once I went to Disney and took all these neat pictures of my friends and family.  I was excited about getting my pictures back only to see that someone took my camera and took two rolls of the light parade. WHY in the hell?  So I decided to take these pictures and place them in a book to sort of flip them quickly, one after another, so I could see the lights jumping out at me and make my own moving pictures.

So I decided unless there is someone standing in front of a water fall or a light parade float, I'm just not going to take a picture.  I rather remember that moment in the windmill of my mind.

That's all I gotta say about that (thank you Forest)

Grammar and a dog's dignity.

At first I was a little bit concern about doing a blog because I was worried about  my grammar and what others would think about whether I would make it as a writer or not? Than I thought to myself, hey I never said I was an English Scholar, all I want to do is create a good story and great characters AND hopefully put a smile on your face.

My goal is to find someone that I can eventually write with. Colloborating, throwing ideas, and evenutally coming up with a great script. Unfortunately, for me, I've just come up with a few people here and there that want to write with me, but only as a hobby. Sure they approach with "YEAH, sure, let's knock 'em dead" which quickly turn out to be, Gee I've gotta take my grandma out to get fitted for her new set of teeth (not that I got anything against grandma being able to chew her food better) so I won't be able to get back to you about the script for about a month (where are they taking their grandma to get fitted? Don't wanna take my grandma there). At first I really thought it was me, perhaps I was being too pushy with "HEY it's been four weeks buddy, can you send me the next two pages you promised". But it turns out their passion wasn't mine.

Oh well, the other day I was looking at my neighbor across the street walking her dog. No sooner than the dog finished doing his duty when she yanked him to walk across the street. I was thinking how horrible that would be if I was on the bowl finishing my business and someone just kicked me off the toilet bowl. I wish she would have let her dog walk away with dignity!

Oh well just wanted to share my thought of the day.