tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069882537699503122024-02-20T12:52:24.164-06:00HandGrenades & HorseshoesI'm not always right, but I'm always close. Close Counts.Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-9883913903576124632018-10-25T20:51:00.000-05:002018-10-25T20:55:25.598-05:00Changes
“I hate writing, I love having written.”
― Dorothy Parker
And that, my friends,
is my problem. Makes me think I should pick up some of old Dorothy’s books and
see what she managed to churn out in spite of herself. I’ve been told I’m a
good writer, but to be honest, sometimes it’s hard to make myself do it, even
though I like the results. Well, sometimes. But I guess like any other Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003069974504887629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-9002765783355969242018-04-23T19:27:00.000-05:002018-04-23T19:27:37.600-05:00Somebody Fire the Starter Pistol
I haven’t written much at all lately. Like, in months. In
spite of promises to the contrary on my blogs and to myself.
Ironically, the problem often isn’t that I don’t have anything
I want to say, but that I have too much to say, and it gets hard – daunting – to open the white screen and
put fingertips to keyboard and. Just. Start.
So that’s what this near-meaningless, borderline whiny Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003069974504887629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-53503295596502816942018-03-14T10:42:00.000-05:002018-03-14T10:42:01.971-05:00StrugglingAfter I shared the link to my last post on Facebook, I got a lot of negative response. It really put me off writing for a while. If I ever feel up to sharing anything more than surface thoughts on social media again, it'll be a while. Since that's sort of where I've been leaning with this blog, I don't even know if there's any point in continuing to write it. I mean, if I don't post links, I Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003069974504887629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-22200623729801170082018-01-09T00:27:00.000-06:002018-01-09T00:27:30.688-06:00Work, Work, Work
Work’s been a bitch lately.
By “lately”, I mean the last few years.
Only since about 1987 or so.
But seriously, the
last five years especially have been rough. I had a rough time in my twenties
finding a job I could stick with. I finally did, and I was there for fifteen
years, then my location was shut down and I (along with nearly everybody else
there) was out Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-143692243410373352018-01-05T16:14:00.001-06:002018-01-05T16:14:51.289-06:00Hand Grenades and HorseShoes, The Return
No more excuses. No more lazy Netflix binges. No more fear
of the blank screen.
I used to write on a regular basis, but a couple of years ago, I fell into some
sort of depression that left me without motivation to do it. Sure, I’d feel the
urge here and there, but by the time I had the chance to sit down and hit the
keyboard, I’d lost the will. Or I was worried it wouldn’t be any good.
Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-32668537140280135972017-06-30T22:39:00.000-05:002017-06-30T22:39:20.947-05:00The Unified Theory of Conspiracy
I have a theory about conspiracy theories. Let’s call this
the Conspiracy Theory Theory. Or The Unified Conspiracy Theory. Yeah, that
sounds smart and shit.
What if ALL the conspiracy theories are rooted in truth?
We really were planted here by an alien race eons ago as an experiment. The
alien abductions would all make sense then, eh? They’re just extrapolating
data. Probably also taggingGypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003069974504887629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-60647551257194636082016-08-04T21:41:00.000-05:002016-08-04T21:41:11.522-05:00Works For Me
So, I’m 47 years old and I still don’t know what I want to
be when I grow up. I know – it’s a popular joke, but in my case, it’s the
truth. I’ve tried several many, jobs, but rarely do they turn out to be
something I can both enjoy and earn a
living with.
I actually don’t like working. I know - no one does; that’s why they have to pay
you to do it. I don’t need any Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-23648167700252644412015-05-13T12:25:00.000-05:002015-05-13T12:25:59.707-05:00Nucking Futs<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003069974504887629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-87752620516396389142014-01-01T11:19:00.001-06:002014-01-01T11:19:47.569-06:002013, Rest In PiecesI'm not under the illusion that there's some mystic force separating one year from the next. Years only exist because humanity feels a need to measure and label things. So in reality, today is just the day after yesterday, and the fact that the year changed probably doesn't actually mean a damn thing.
However, as a member of humanity who has grown up in a culture observing the passing of Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-79719228632420963842013-11-08T12:25:00.000-06:002013-11-08T12:26:24.539-06:00Holiday Boycott Thoughts
I
see a lot of people posting various memes on social media about not shopping on
Thanksgiving or Black Friday, because "everybody deserves a holiday". That's a great sentiment. But I propose a bit more thought be put into it.
If you stop there, you're just doing it halfway. If you won't shop at
Sear's, Macy's or Wal Mart because those people deserve their holiday, I
hope you don't plan onGypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003069974504887629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-61090560277433819332013-09-09T20:39:00.001-05:002013-09-09T20:39:32.232-05:00Religious Discrimination or Racial Discrimination In Disguise? I just find it odd that when a rogue, extremist Muslim group killed
around 3,000 people, now mainstream America hates all Muslims, and
doesn’t trust any of them, even those who have been in this country for
generations, even those who have served in the military.Yet,
tens of thousands of children around the world have been molested by
priests of the Holy Roman Catholic Church.That’s tens, ifGypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003069974504887629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-28626547877992403932013-08-26T16:55:00.004-05:002013-08-26T16:55:41.732-05:00Miley Cyrus and The MTV Awards Fiasco
You know, I actually feel kind of bad for her. Watch her
face and her movements. There’s no grace, no fluidity, no confidence.
It’s like she got pushed into doing that…. that.... well, whatever the hell that
was.
Seriously. Her face looks like she’s concentrating more than
necessary for something that Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-75621304183791379322013-08-21T15:17:00.003-05:002013-08-21T15:50:55.505-05:00Back In The GameIt's been a long time since I posted anything.
To
be honest, my mind and motivation have been kind of lost for months. I
started the year off dealing with both breaking up with Baby Mama and
losing my job of fifteen years.
She and I finally had to admit
to ourselves that, while sometimes opposites may attract, they don't
necessarily live in harmony happily ever after.
The store I
Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-49522684436473030272013-06-18T00:49:00.001-05:002013-06-18T00:49:49.726-05:00I Wonder...
...if anyone missed me here?I’ve been too tired, burned out,
and over-worked to write the last few months. The hours were too long at
the dealership, and the commissions were too little. I did learn a
lesson, though. A couple, actually. One: I am NOT cut out for commission
sales. I need a predictable income; I need to know that if I show up
Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-78202181772266487102012-10-08T12:54:00.000-05:002012-10-08T12:54:41.414-05:00So You Want To Date My Daughter?
(sent to me by a friend via Facebook)If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.
Remove your hat when entering my humble abode. I may think you have
something terrible under it and will do my best to exterminate it
quickly, efficiently, and fatally.
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-2356604381334132662012-09-20T08:15:00.001-05:002012-09-20T08:15:26.555-05:00Our Letter To The American PeopleOur Letter To The American PeopleGypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-19656774842240486452012-09-13T23:39:00.000-05:002012-09-13T23:39:17.542-05:00Dental ProsthesisIt’s been an odd afternoon and evening.I had teeth added, then hair removed.The
haircut is inconsequential, really. The teeth are the important part.
Over the last two decades, my teeth have been steadily degenerating.
Decaying, abscessing, hurting, being pulled, and in some cases falling
out on their own. Luckily, only one of the ones missing was visible, and
only if I smiled really big. Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-68638313727122716762012-08-26T00:56:00.000-05:002012-08-26T00:56:24.719-05:00My Daughter, Steve
The Other Half was pregnant, and we were excited about the new baby
coming. Like all expectant parents, we had that running conversation
that gets dropped, then picked back up uncountable times over the course
of nine months: What do we name our child?
Picture the
scene: The Boy Child (eleven years old at the time) was up for the weekend. We
were all hanging out in the pool, and Other HalfGypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-61456255477731925072012-08-23T07:58:00.002-05:002012-08-23T07:58:35.578-05:00Still?
Do people really, truly still fall for this? I got the following email. I have two comments:
Just because it says Ghana, did the senders really think people
wouldn’t see it as the Nigerian email scam? How stupid. At least
TRY to be original…
I’ve had emails from friends get filtered into the spam folder, so
how the hell did this make it Gypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-606988253769950312.post-36949407391135086582012-08-22T08:13:00.003-05:002012-08-23T07:43:17.194-05:00WTH, GOP?
Wow. “You don’t get pregnant from legitimate rape”, “You don’t
get AIDS from heterosexual intercourse”, “AIDS came from having sex with
monkeys”.
What the hell, Republican Party? It sounds like
we’re right back in 1982, believing a bunch of total horseshit that has
since been proven WRONG.
I thought election year was the time to try to look smart. The time
to try to appeal to the swingGypsy E.T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575569707510466658noreply@blogger.com0