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The stopwatch is my judge and jury. My body is my prison. My mind is my warden. There are no rules. There is no clemency. I am the only foe worthy of contention. The stopwatch forces me to focus on the only two things matter: How fast I was yesterday. How fast I am today. It’s never a good idea to iron a shirt when you’re naked and in a hurry. No matter where you work or what you do, you’re gonna eat shit once in a while. The secret to job satisfaction is to find a place that dishes out a flavor you can stomache.
I’ve recently been introduced to the term cougar, as in, “an older woman who has sex with younger men.” I’d never heard the word used this before a few weeks ago, and suddenly I see it or hear it in many places. I don’t think it’s fair. If an older woman decides to go on the prowl for a boy toy half her age, she gets a cool, feral name. She’s a cougar, man. If an older man tries the same thing, he doesn’t get a cool name. He’s just that creepy, pathetic dude in the middle of a mid-life crisis. Therefore, I decided to coin a cool name for the male equivalent to cougars. At first, I thought I should go with canine names, since women were named after cats, but wolf, jackal, hyena, dingo, or mutt just didn’t sound right. I mean, cougars are predators, right? They’re powerful, fast, graceful, and ferocious. What name could a man have that would infer such qualities? I couldn’t think of any. Until I do, I suppose I’ll just call them balding eagles! The problem with allowing people to know you (or allowing people to think they know you) is that once they’re confident in their knowledge of you, they will feel qualified and entitled to make assumptions about you, which often become expectations of you, which in turn become obligations for you. Intelligence certainly helps one in life, but I’ll take persistence over intelligence any day. A person who has both is unstoppable.
If I ever have a son, I’m naming him Aaalex Aaaron Aaadams, just to make sure my boy is always first in line! He’ll probably break my heart when he runs away from home to follow his dream of becoming a successful white rapper. His stage name will be “A-cubed.” I’ve been really, really busy with a number of projects over the last couple of evenings, and I haven’t made time to post. One of those projects was an attempt to invite back a bunch of folks who were registered on my first attempt at a website. I also sent invites to people who are registered on this one and haven’t been around in awhile. I’ve had a few of my wayward readers return to me. And of course, there are those of you who never left. I just wanted to take a minute to stop and tell you that I’m glad you’re here with me. I appreciate the time you give to me. Thank you. In the coming weeks, I’m going to devote as much time as I can to writing new content for this site, and I’m open to suggestions. I’m going to try to set up a poll in the side bars, but the formatting keeps screwing up. In the meantime, if you have a request, drop a comment here and I’ll do my best to make it happen.
How long has it been since you wrote or received an old-fashioned, hand written letter? Email and word processors are great, but they cannot compare to the happiness I get from a hand-written letter. They are so much more personal. I delete old emails every day. I have every hand-written note or card I’ve received in the last twenty years.
When I was a kid, I always dreamed of growing up and marrying a woman who wanted a house, a couple kids, and a picket fence. But then I grew up, got practical, and married a punk rock groupie named Satana. She let me get by with a barbedwire fence. It was alot easier to build, and I didn’t have to paint it. http://www.brandonstone.com/
It’s sad to think of how our government has come full circle. America was freed and founded by revolutionist, rebels, and terrorist. I’m sure that’s what the English called our founding fathers. By our own current standards and definitions, the Boston Tea Party was an act of terrorism. Our forefather’s actions would have put us on our own current “blacklist” of countries that support terrorism. In many ways, we have become what we once fought against. I do not condone terrorism. I’m simply saying that, as a nation, we need to stop and look at what we’re doing, because we’re supposed to be the Land of the Free, but this generation’s so-called “freedom fighters” are fighting us.
Just once I’d like to have a President who served in such a way that, when it was time for him to step down, I was sad to see him go. I’m sick of going to the voting booth and trying to pick the less dangerous of two idiots.
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