Share Your World: About Me

Ran across this blog that has weekly questions to answer. I thought I’d answer them for fun.

What was your favorite subject in school?

I’ve always enjoyed English. A close second was history.

One history teacher I had was hilarious. He used to have us copy notes all class, while he droned on in the background. It was very tedious, but he had two dogs. When the class became too boring, someone would direct his attention to his dogs or relate them to what he happened to be talking about, and suddenly he’d stop changing slides and regal us all with a story about his dogs.

In no time, the class would be finished.

If you could have a servant come to your house every day for two hours, what would you have them do?

Dishes and in the winter time, I’d have them let Dexter outside so I wouldn’t have to freeze my arse off.

Speaking of Dexter outside, here’s a picture I took of him yesterday.

 

Where did you live when you were in the third grade of school?  Is it the same place or town you live now?

I lived in Woodbridge, Ontario. I no longer live there. My parent’s moved us to Cambridge when I was in seventh grade.

In your opinion, list some places that are great for shopping?

I hate shopping, unless it’s at Chapters or an electronics store, such as Future Shop. I like Amazon and Kobo. I can shop without leaving my house. No crowds. Heavenly.

As I was answering this, my girlfriend sent me this:

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I wonder if she’d like this to be one of my favorite places to shop?

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

Last week I was grateful for Halloween. I had a blast dressing up and I enjoyed the Halloween parties I attended with some of my clients.

This week I’m looking forward to visiting my mom. I haven’t seen her since Thanksgiving so my lady and I are thinking of making the roadie to go see her.

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The Case Of The No Good Very Bad Bat

 

img_0447.jpgSo something a little embarrassing happened the other day.

I’m man enough to own up to it.

No judging.

Okay, so it was a dark and stormy night.

It wasn’t actually storming but it was about 2 am in the morning. I was playing Neverwinter furiously on my PS4 and doing battle with a big bad boss. I was toe to toe with a gigantic looking Viking guy; each of us swinging our swords but only one of us could come out alive.

Sweat beaded my forehead as the big bad seemed to take the advantage, but then I used my smiting ability to knock him back to next week.

I kept seeing this dark shadow at the corner of my vision. At the time I thought it was an annoying moth, but the video game boss took all of my attention. I had no time for crazy insects. When I was done I’d deal with the aerial menace.

The boss fell. I put down the controller satisfied I was a genuine bad-ass.

Now where was that freaking moth?

I looked around and saw a ginormous (ginormous is  a word now so deal with it) freaking bird! It was circling and clearly looking for a midnight snack. It took me but a moment to leap up  from the couch and run to the bedroom where my gorgeous lady was fast asleep. I burst into the room yelling that there was a bird invader in our house.

It took a moment for her to comprehend what I was saying. The two guard dogs (one Retriever and one Chihuahua) jumped to our defense. They began barking madly – teeth bared they charged into the living room where battle was joined.

We charged into the living room behind our ferocious beasts and grabbed them about the collars. We dragged them, spittle flying menacingly, into the bedroom and certain safety.

In those few moments we both realized that it wasn’t a bird that had invaded our domicile…but a man-eating bat.

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Fearless Dexter

My courageous lady grabbed a towel from behind the bedroom door and began to resolutely march out to do battle. I followed behind. As we reached the door she put her arm out to the side halting my progress.

“You stay here with the dogs, Baby. Keep them safe”, she said.

A tear fell from the corner of my eye and traced its way down my cheek. I feared I’d never see her again but I knew my duty. I went to the bed and called the dogs.

We sat huddled together on the bed.

We could hear the small grunts, squeaks and heroic ‘ohhs’ coming from the living room, where my battle princess was doing her best to rid our home of the man-eating bat.

Five minutes later, she returned. Her hair in disarray. Her face flushed from exertion. The towel nowhere to be seen. She announced that the bat had been vanquished to the great outdoors.

Instead of trying to capture the great beast, she realized that if she held the door open, it would fly outside.

That’s my Baby. Not just beautiful but damn smart too.

I have since begun to train in the bat-tle arena. The next time a bat invades, they will not find the same man again.

Um, yes it will. I guess I’m lucky to have my lady and two fearless battle dogs.

Getting Back To The Things That Bring Me Joy

 

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My daughter trying to snap pictures of me while I resist. It was nice to see her smile.

It very much seems like I took a year long sabbatical from life. I just went through the motions and left behind many of the things that had previously brought me joy.

I stopped anything I was doing on social media. I stopped blogging. I stopped working on my YouTube channel.

Yesterday I received an email from a follower of my YouTube channel that asked me to come back. It filled me with a kind of wonder that someone (a stranger) would take the time to write me and tell me that my channel brought them happiness.

While I still read periodically, for that year I didn’t devour books at a ferocious pace like I usually do.

I worked. I slept. I read a little. I looked after Dex and tried to find my place in the world.

After receiving that email, I decided to get back to YT. I’ve already begun working on this blog again.Now it’s time to get back to working on my channel as well, so I went and got a video editing software that will help me do that. I’m currently watching tutorials that will help me navigate the software.

My partner thinks I’m crazy watching boring tutorials and ‘arguing with people online’ but those are things that make me happy.

Slowly but surely I seem to be coming awake again and doing the things that brought me joy.

Thank you to those who have stuck with this blog. It’s nice to see your comments once again.

When Do You Call It Quits In a Relationship?

My partner making a weird face in my mom's backyard
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My partner making a weird face in my mom’s backyard

Before we begin, I just want to stress that I’m no relationship expert. I’ve left behind a wreckage of relationships and only hope that my current one stays afloat.

That being said, my partner and I (I say partner because ‘girlfriend’ sounds so childish in my ears) recently had an interesting discussion about commitment in a relationship.

It started out by her talking about what she envisioned her wedding to be like. I believe it opened with a question that sounded something like, “Um, if you were to get married, would you be opposed to a small wedding? Maybe 15 people or so? I mean, just close family.”

Immediately my close to (birthday is August 6th so I’m not 40 yet damn it!) 40-year-old ears perked up.

I needed to play this cool.

Me: “I’d be fine with that. Could I make Dexter my best man? Maybe put the ring on his collar or something?”

Her: “Haha. That would be funny. I’d be fine with that.”

Me: *nods head* “Are we talking hypothetical scenario here or about you and I?”

Her: “You and I, silly.”

Me: “Oh….” *grips steering wheel a little tighter* “We just moved in together. How do you know if we will even like living together? What if it doesn’t work out?”

Her: “Then we will work on it. It’s all about commitment.”

Me: “I’m cool with commitment but what if we talk about problems and one person says they’ll work on or do something and we end up having that same discussion over and over again with nothing being done?”

Commercial break: Now that I think about it, I might not be so cool with commitment. Yes, I can stay with someone for a long time, but I’m nearly 40 and not married. I was married at 19 and separated shortly after and I’ve never felt the desire to repeat the experience.

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Dexter sharing kisses in the car

Now back to your regularly scheduled program.

Her: “Then we would discuss that it isn’t okay that nothing is being done despite one of us saying we would work on this thing.”

Me: “Well…what if still nothing is done? How much does this commitment thing go on before you or I call it quits?”

Her: “It will get done.”

Me: “But, but what if it doesn’t? What if because we think we must be committed wholeheartedly to this thing we’re building, we take each other for granted? Without the possibility that one of us will leave given enough reason, don’t we give the other person carte blanche to do whatever they want, without considering the needs or wants of the other?”

Her: “That won’t happen, baby.”

Now I admit that I might be a curmudgeon. Marriage scares me. I don’t even know why particularly, but I’ve always resisted in relationships where the other person wants to be married.

And don’t get me wrong, I give the deepest kudos to those who make marriages work. I just sometimes doubt I’m the marrying kind. I almost always end up being disappointed in my partner – and in humanity in general. I think I have high expectations and that in many ways, sabotages relationships.

But while I may have high expectations, I don’t want to settle either. I don’t want to marry someone because I think they’re ‘just good enough’. I don’t think that’s fair to them or to myself.

So I’m stuck with my expectations.

But I’m getting off track. Forgive me, dear reader.

Do you think I have a point about commitment? Should commitment be unconditional or is there a point where you throw up your hands and head for the nearest exit sign?

600 Subscribers! Thank You!

Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has subscribed to this blog since I started it. You people all rock! It’s been so much fun blogging on WordPress and I wish I had started here instead of at Blogger.

I never would have guessed this blog would have garnered 600 subscribers but we are at 601 as of the time of this writing.

Right now I’m battling a crappy cold, but it’s not horrible or anything. I made a new YouTube video the other day. I’ve been playing around with editing software and trying to learn how to use it. So in my most current video (that I spent about 6 hours making) I added images and effects to the video. So if you’re interested, I hope you’ll check it out.

Either way, thanks to all of you who read, write and comment on this blog. You guys and gals keep me motivated and make writing this blog worth it.

Have a great day!

Do You, Baby

IMG_20151117_162230713_HDRIt’s been a while. For some reason my internet WiFi stopped working and I had to run a 100 foot wire from upstairs to my place in the dank basement. It was a frustrating process. Lots of flashbacks to when I could light a cigarette up and pretend it was helping me cope with the stress.

I’ll spare you the horrid details.

Anyhow, I’m doing okay. Lots of weird adventures in the dating world. Because I work afternoons, it’s super hard to have any sort of social life.

Don’t get me wrong, I freaking love being able to sleep in and stay up late. I don’t want to trade that freedom in or anything, but meeting new people or potential love interests is much, much harder. That’s all I’m saying.

I have managed to figure out the online dating thing. I’ve been out on quiet a few dates with different people since I last posted to this blog. There were two that started to get serious before things went off the rails.

And thus a blog post was born!

Do you people. Don’t let people or society tell you how to act. The first fledgling relationship I had, the woman told me I had to ‘act my age’ because I like to goof around. I also have an Avengers cup in my bathroom and a few action figures as well.

Sue me.

That’s the crap I like. Those things interest me. They entertain me. They make me happy. Is there some invisible line I missed that demands we give up the things that make us happy so we can grow old bored and miserable?

Screw that!

The second one just went all bizarre. I don’t even want to explain it. I think I might have some of the worst luck in choosing a mate on the planet.

But whatever. I’m not going to change who I am. I’m not going to ‘grow up’. I’m going to do me and live my life doing the things that make me happy.

If you’re still reading this, I hope you do the same. Don’t let people or society dictate how you should act. Don’t be miserable so others can feel better about how you’re behaving. Screw them.

Just do you, baby.

Creepiest Doll Ever?

Doesn't it look like it's going to jump through the screen and murder your family?

I ran into two horrifically creepy dolls on the weekend at a garage sale. The male one made me want to poop my pants.

Or maybe there’s a bit too much fruit in my diet…

Either way, have a look for yourself.

Doesn't it look like it's going to jump through the screen and murder your family?

Doesn’t it look like it’s going to jump through the screen and murder your family?

I’m not sure who thought this doll was a good idea. Just think – at some point this doll had to be designed, approved and manufactured. At no point during that process did someone think this doll was a bad idea?

I mean come on, people! This doll will give children nightmares. If I had it in my house, I’d be locking away all of my sharp knives.

Hell, I might even start praying again just in case.

Here’s the slightly less creepy (in my opinion) female doll.

*psycho music playing in background*

*psycho music playing in background*

Let’s distance ourselves from these dolls for a minute. Take a breather. Relax. They’re just dolls.

Right?

A quick update:

Been super busy lately. Besides the move and single life, I found out recently a very close friend of mine has malignant tumors in his brain. They’re not sure what can be done at this point. They’re doing lots of tests on them.

It’s hard to watch their family struggle with this. My father died of cancer and I know how unbearably hard it can be to watch.

So fingers crossed.

I plan on resuming my regular blogging schedule next week. I’ll be making a post next Friday on the The Isaiah 53:5 Project, and I’ll be picking up the keyboard again on my own blog as well. I’ll also be tackling a few atheistic and religious subjects I’ve been thinking about lately.

Thanks for reading!