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So I have decided after years of toying with the idea and "World Building" that I am going to actually devote some small effort to writing a book or novel. Nothing fancy mind you. No ground breaking epic or #1 best selling yarn I am sure. I do know however that ever since I was a small brat I have had aspirations of being a writer. I doubt I have any true talent or that I shall ever be published but hell thats life.


I have always enjoyed making up my own characters and settings. To create something unique and different that no one else has thought of or to put my own spin on things. I have been doing it for as long as I can remember. So from this point I have decided to put this little experiment in inanity to some sort of possibly valid use. Every so often when I type a post on this blog there may be a Pi symbol preceding the posting, granted it may look like an "n" or a staple or some such. Therefore even though no one reads this blasted thing, if someone where to read it, if you where to see the Pi, "n" or little hump-mark thing it will be something to do with my little hobby relating to authoring a book. No Pi, n or hump-mark and its my usual whining, bitching and railing at the miserable world.

A weekend of hell and the aftermath.

So here I write the unread blog. Enjoy ghosts of the internet!

Today I am a glutton. I do not consume anything of taste or to tempt a gourmet pallet. No I glut on greasy chicken fingers dipped in ranch dressing, a slice of college pizza and buttery garlic bread stix dipped in fatty cheese for lunch. For dinner to start a Totinos cheap-ass pizza to start and who knows where my binging shall end! Its all the fault of my stomach illness of the past week and being a penniless (well not quite) pauper.

Missed school Thursday,  that was fun as their was a Pop Quiz in Nihon, due to not feeling all that sparky and spent Friday night and all day Saturday on the toilet or puking in the bathtub. Unable to keep anything in my stomach (or ass) I was unable to take my migraine meds at all and ended up in agony beyond description. Come 10pm it was off to the ER. 5 hours in the ER hooked to an IV getting pumped full of 2 liters of solution to rehydrate, anti-nausea meds and pain killers to break the migraine while they ran blood tests to see exactly what was wrong with me.
The wife and I had thought it was food poisoning. Yes my cooking is HORRID RUN RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! Actually we thought that the left over ham I used in the making of the Chicken and dumplings had possibly gone off. Our process of conjecture was that since the wife and I where the only ones to get sick and the kids did not eat the dumplings it must be food poisoning. It didn't hurt that I had food poisoning before from roller grill hot dogs and this felt the same. Nope it wasn't Food Poisoning it was just a stomach virus!

So a few days on clear liquids followed by bland food gives way to gluttony glut glut! However I must confess it is not Just illness recovery. As mentioned I am brrrroke. Doesn't it sound so much more classy to rrrrroll the R's? (Yeah I am maybe still not fully recovered or maybe I am just insane. . . no one reads this so no one will ever know!) I have some pennies so my earlier claim of penniless pauperdom is a tad exaggerated. I just can't afford smokes. So I am nicc'ing and munching out of nerves.

Schadenfreude and misc. . . Shtuff

Schadenfreude: The pleasure derived from others suffering.

I figure this ( Schadenfreude ) is the reason behind many women watching daytime soups as a guilty please, or a not so guilty pleasure. I never could figure it out, it baffled me. I mean its mindless drivel in its almost ultimate form. Soups are second only to "Reality Dramas" or what ever the current tag is for shows such as Jersey Shore and American Idle or Real Housewives. They are beyond unbelievable! Until that is it dawned on me it is both schadenfreude with a touch of escapist envy.

You see my wife watches one of these soups called "Days of our Lives" and it is a prime example. While being subjected to it I have seen beautiful people in every fucked up situation imaginable. Scenarios from sleeping with each other to fathering so and so's child while claiming it was anothers to a little old grandmother somehow being an IT wiz  and being able to hack the hospitals PCs and change the paternity results. They build every thing up so that every thing comes out all at once and every ones life is going fine and dandy while they jump threw hoops and then comes crashing down. Of course every one is perfect looking and rich and the young people are angsty and every one has the right skill set for just what they need. BLAH BLAH BLAH! Its like a combination of tween love novels, pulp cop drama and dynasty where every one gets fucked over but every one gets what they want but every one comes back from the dead or terminal deceases!

Schadenfreude, they get to revel in the fact that their lives, no matter how mundane, are better then some of the extremely unlikely though fucked up scenarios as seen on TV. All this while they get to escape for a short time into a story where they can dream of being these fucked up people and imagine a life in a fancy mansion with servants and a killer body or hansom man panting after them or some other ephemeral shit. BLAH! On to the misc. . . Shtuff.


 Misc. . . Shtuff!
 
No school the last two days, i.e. today and yesterday, as I had a killer migraine yesterday and recovery today. Nothing like being in utter agony or writhing in pain worse than getting kicked in the nuts with steel toed boots with sewing needles hot-glued to the tips. Not that I have been kicked with such boots but when I was in JR High the kid I kicked in the groin with sneakers I had modified in such a manner sure looked to be in a shit ton of pain! The absolute best migraines are the ones that knock my ass out for a day or more as then I do do not feel anything I just loose time. Of course the occasional trips to the ER to be hooked up to IVs are no fun.

The winter season does not help with migraines in the slightest. Due to major dental surgery about 10 years ago I have some truly messed up sinuses and am now prone to sinus infections this time of year. Sinus infections lead to sinus pain and pressure which in turn lead to triggering migraines. YAAAAAY FUN! So I get migraines behind the eyes, in the front of the skull and in the back of the skull and the best one of all full orbital migraines! The best migraine trigger though is stress. Oh lovely lovely stress! Where I of a poetic mood I would wax joyously and pen an ode to stress. My most faithful stressor of all of course being the phrase,  TAL, Your Married!," Oh how i loath that phrase!

In parting to this detested phrase ( "Your Married" ) I say "No Shit Bitch! But if my wife is ok with me spreading your legs or gagging you with my cock whats your issue?"

Damn longest blog post yet that shall never be read!

So still figuring things out. . .

Guess when I first decided to do this I should of monkeyed around a little with the settings some. I didn't realize that there where so many hidden options. Kinda made the little tech geek in me happy, might of even squee'd a little. For instance ,not that any one ever reads or comments on here, I figured out that I had comments set to registered users only. DOH! I also found out that I can add authors if I want. Now I can not think of any reason I might want to add authors or let anyone vomit out their own mindpuke to this my own personal corner of the digital web. My own little peice of sanity while dwelling in conservative hell as it where. However it is nice to know that if I felt like it I could.

Who knows if I ever decide to start working on writing again and exchanging ideas with one of my friends or collaborating I might open this little experiment up to a duoacracy. Then again I have been told quite often I am much tooooo nice a guy (for being such a twisted asshole) and may just open permissions to another because they asked me. Hell might even let my oldest kid start blabbing on here. . . wouldn't that be interesting. Daddy talking about tits and ass in one post and bitching about the wife and kids and all that and in the next post the 10 year old talking about school, Monster High and her best friend or what she did at Girl Scouts! Hell I might do that just to watch the Family Watch Groups go into epileptic seizures!

I am alive. . .

Yes I am still alive, not that anyone reads this pathetic blog or even cares. Some days I don't even care much myself. These damned migraines look to try and kill me as it is. Just a few more days in conservative hell dealing with family stress with my head pounding wondering why I even bother getting out of bed most days. School started back up and that is interesting in a new daily grind sort of way. I get to spend part of my day each and every day immersed in the past studying American, European and Japanese history. All places that now that I am married with rug rodents I doubt i will ever travel to again.

Don't get me wrong I love my family but I do miss traveling and I do miss living in places where being open minded and a sexual extrovert was not cause for a damned lynching or shunning. I remember thinking that the South was hell if only because of the religious nuts but damned if the women and girls back down there weren't at least tolerant of a good time. Here in Iowa a wedding ring might as well be a straight jacket on a leper with a forehead tattoo that reads "AIDS DON'T FUCK!", even when the wife says to go for it! What the hell is up with this place?! I am beginning to wonder if you could pry these gal's legs apart long enough to stick a chunk of coal up there if they couldn't pop out a diamond. That's if it wouldn't freeze it first! I swear I am loosing what little is left of my damned mind!

Yeop I almost forgot. . .

Well not technically true I remembered I had a blog I was just to lazy/busy to actually come and update it at any one time. As I said in my first post 1 no one will probably ever read this (or comment on it) and 2 it will probably die a slow, painful death due to neglect as I forget about it. Though in my defense, not that I need a defense or even really care to defend, it has been a busy couple of days.

The oldest is having a birthday party today and we had to get the shit ready for that, the cars had to go into the shop and we have been fighting with that and I go back to school on Monday so I have been stressing about that. Its funny when I started this little experiment I was curious to see where it would go and how this thing would turn out and so far its nothing more than some sort of rambling journal or diary. Fairly lame/pathetic if I do say so myself. Well if I have the time or inclination later I do have some rather meandering rants in mind about guys in "skinny" jeans, smart phones, porn and females these days. The last two are not necessarily inter-related topics!  Maybe I will even get to them, than again maybe like every thing else in life I will just procrastinate the hell out of things and they will never see the outside of my skull.

Mornings in Parenthood

So as the father of 2 girls, down boys they are in pre-school and 4th grade, I have to say mornings SUCK! Now like any good, or properly biologically programed, father I love my girls but they are some of the laziest little zombies in the world come the crack of dawn. The 5 year old stares off into the void of eternity sucking on her pink blanket with glassy eyes and the 10 year old is either reading or zoning out thinking the gods know what. Every other couple of minutes you have to remind them to put on their socks, brush their hair and gather their things for school. The oldest's bus arrives around 8:30 every morning and no matter what time she gets up that's the time she is running out the door!

I mean part of it is genetic, I am a night owl and no matter what time we put them to bed they have a hard time falling to sleep but ill be damned if it isn't a daily struggle. Add to this that the 5 year old is constantly late to pre-school because of the dithering and its no wonder I am loosing my hair! Well enough bitching I need to head out the door now that their mom is through fighting with the little ones hair.

Initial Insanity

Well this is my initial post in this my 1st foray into the madness that is Blogging. As usual I am a few years behind the times. While everyone who is anyone is off diddling their twitter or holding a mirror up to their facebook and babbling about their friend count here I am just starting a Blog. Seeing how I am a bit anachronistic this is fine by me. I love pocket watches, 8 and 16 bit games and *GASP* reading a good book so heaven forbid I be trendy nay.

This is intended to be a form of self introduction/ getting the feel of things sort of excursion and so far so good. I haven't crashed anything or set my netbook on fire. Now the question is, will I stick with this or will I forget it all to soon and this lonely post drift along in cyberspace neglected and fore-lone? Only time will tell. Time will also tell if I am just shouting into an empty void or if anyone will ever see this. This should be interesting either way.