Shit Happens

I was in the middle of a post and suddenly my screen blinks , comes back, this time without my text that I have already written. I got jipped out of 3/4 page of text. I need to call the hall monitor to let him know about what JUST HAPPENED SO HE COULD (I ain't going back to change when I accidentally hit the caps lock button.) Would you? I didn't think so. Tell somebody.
The title of my blog was DNA . As you know, I write down the title first and a story around it. A strange way to write, I'll admit, but somewhat effective, by the responses I get.
Who ever heard of DNA before the OJ trials? A Mr. Barry Scheck, one of OJ's 29 lawyers, first introduced me to those 3 letters. I found them fascinating to the point of confusing. I imagine those jurors felt the same way, hence the not guilty verdict. Now, the airwaves are saturated with those letters. CSI tells you a lot about DNA. NCIS knows quite a bit about them, too. Where does one send a DNA sample? The FBI, of course. The odds of this person raping and killing this girl are one in 26 zillion. According to the DNA. Those are some powerful letters. Recently I have heard that there have been convicts on death row have there sentences vacated because of, you got it, DNA. I am more confused about it , now, than ever before. They need to simplify. YRG and YRI. You are guilty and you are innocent. That's my burn, I'm outta here theblogmeister

The Lost Goose

When I write a post I have absolutely no idea of what I am going to write.
I start with a title, then go from there. It hasn't always been that way. I would write about a dream, nightmare would be a better word, about the night before. It seems that I would sub-consciously have a nightmare just so I would have something to write the next day. I have now changed writing styles until I find one that works. How will I know what works? How does a lone goose make it to the Canadian wilderness? He probably hopes to run into another flock so he can fall into the V. Geese fly in a V formation for aerodynamic reasons. The wind eases on by. He keeps looking for some more geese. A lone goose would be better than nothing. Although, half a V would look stupid. He sees a pond, glides in to check it out. Nothing. No other geese, that is. What to do? I'm a dumb ass. I would have left when those others did but I thought they were dumb-asses for leaving early. I do this shit every year. I need to quit cussing, too.Shit, who's listening, anyway. I need to get my dumb ass up north before all the babes are taken. He flies up to catch the jet stream so he won't have to flap his wings as much. He may have some sense, after all. He's got a groove going, now. Then he hears a little voice. He can't believe what he's hearing! He can recognize that chirp from a thousand others. It's that dumb ass hummingbird that caught a ride with him last year. I tried my best to shake him last year. Flying upside down, in a spiral. When we stopped to take a piss I tip-toed away before I took off. Those little shits are fast at take-off. I couldn't lose him. I had to spend the whole way listening to his bull-shit. I swore I would check to make sure he wasn't hiding on me before I took off to head up north. Man, it's gonna be a long trip. I hope he knows the way! My burn for the day? The rule that says when hummingbirds migrate they catch rides on the backs of geese. I think it is a stupid rule and us geese should go on strike and make them little bastards fly commercial. I'm otta here! theblogmeister

Financial Tsunami. Who Was The Quake"

Well, it has taken us a year to reach the 10,000 mark on Wall Street since Lehman Brothers failed and the U.S. saved AIG and many others from going belly up. I say we had to have that mass infusion of cash to keep the financial system from imploding and I applaud Obama for acting to save our financial system. I should applaud Timothy Geithner for being so smart.Well, Obama did appoint him for Treasury, smart move. Have you ever listened to this guy? He's a freaking genius. I know I say fucking too much but the heck with it. If I was half as smart as he was I'd be a hell of a lot smarter than I am, right now. I never answered my question, Who Was The Quake? My answer: Hell if I know.
Have you ever watched a show on ESPN called Jim Rome Is Burning? A real good show, I must say. At the end of his show he has a segment called The Last Burn. So, I am going to steal a part of his show and call it the blogs last burn. Is that OK? I don't care, anyway. Well, I do, but I don't. I don't care about stealing part of the show, I do care about you, the reader. That was a line of shit. At least I'm honest.
Here is my last burn. The U.S. dollar is at an all time low. One year ago, we spent billions to keep these big wall street firms from failing but we couldn't save our auto industry. The money we spent on wall street we could've used to save all of our jobs in Detroit., We would not have lost a single brand. Hell, my Grandfather drove a Buick. My grand kids will never know what a Buick is. The heck with wall street. They are still getting record bonuses while Americans clean out their desks. Sometimes I want to go off my meds and pay those assholes a visit. That's my burn. I'm outta here. theblogmeister

The Difference Between The Dark and The Light

I have been writing in the dark for the past year. Yesterday, I tried to write in the light. I have to admit it was very awkward. The writings in the dark were full of pain, fear and anguish. The words just flowed so freely. I had become so accustomed to the dark words it was like someone else was writing them. Now, I believe that someone else was writing those words. It was almost like another personality took hold. That other "self " had me and was keeping me in my torment. I can't take credit of the change in my writing style. It was that slick bastard that taught an individual about hypnosis. I will not call names. You know who you are. As far as stories from the light side, I promise I will keep them coming. My mind is a bit preoccupied, right now. My wife is in the hospital dealing with a blood clot in her lung. Just as soon as she gets home and is feeling better I will burn this keyboard up with the light. No more dark, I hope. Thanks to all for reading my posts and I will be sure to entertain you. Thank You and God Bless You All!! theblogmeister