John

I was tagged by the lovely Briana Michelle:

1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.

~Everybody's a Legend in their own Mind~

1. And so it begins, eh? Hmmm habits, quirks, and/or facts about me... AH! Here's one. I am a veritable encyclopedia of trivial knowledge. For instance here's one of my favorite quotes by Winston Churchill- "I have taken more out of drinking, than drinking has taken out of me." Profound words, by one of the great engineers of contemporary society.

2. Wanna know a really good way to piss me off? Hand me a dull knife. I HATE trying to cut something with a dull knife. I will make you lead me to your sharpener and I will personally sharpen every knife in your home to murder perfection (except butter or steak knives). Don't have a sharpener? After I brow beat you for an hour about why it is a necessary tool to keep in the kitchen, we're taking a little trip to Wally World and you WILL have a sharpener that I can use.

3. Another thing about me is that I keep to myself. You will rarely (if ever) know there's something wrong with me or bothering me. What's right with me you'll learn as you know me, but what's wrong you get to learn the hard way.

4. I am the quintessential eclectic when it comes to music. You can often find me listening to Ugly Kid Joe one minute, and then Metallica, or even Frank Sinatra the next. I know that Johnny Cash wasn't a Country singer, and that Johnny Rotten isn't slang for an STD. Also, music doesn't effect my mood, my mood effects my music. Heh, I'll leave you to ponder that one...

5. And while we're on the subject of media venues I also have a healthy obsession with movies that encompass blood and goar. I've been watching horror films since I was three years old. My first one was Halloween, and from there I was hooked. Is it so wrong that I jump up and down in the theatre clapping my hands together with a jovial grin on my face when I go to the movies and see somebody die gruesomely?

6. Damn, how many of these do I gotta do again? Seven? I'm running out of things to say. Hmmmm OH! I know! I'm somewhat of a homebody unless one or more of the following conditions are met; there's dancing involved, there's good food involved, the great outdoors are involved, or there's a weapon involved. The first three are obvious in design, but the fourth comes from the fact that I've been into martial arts since I was a kid. When most boys my age were out playing football, I was honing my aim with throwing stars/knives, and practicing draw and fire with my revolver.

7. Lucky number 7. The number of completion. Divisible only unto itself or by one. A PERFECT number. Heh, more trivia for ya. ANYWAY, I need to fill this space as well, yes? I suppose I'll end on a note of recent developments. I am an author. You know this. I've been published for just under a year now. Well, as of today, there are only TWO copies of my book left in the entire US of A. Cool yes?

And with that our little journey comes to an end. The funny thing about it is that while it may take you only a few minutes to glance over this and forget about it, it took me 2 HOURS to write it. Hope you enjoy. Never sleep with a woman that's crazier than you are.

Rock on Kennedy.

Bloody Hell it's been a while since I posted on this thing. I have an excuse, I swear. It has my mum's forged signature on it and everything. *Cough* ANYWAY, moving on... By all rights and standards I don't even know why I'm updating. Mostly to appease a certain lovely lady who I'm 99% is the ONLY person who reads this. I swear she's stalking me. Oh well, she has a nice ass, so it's all good. Hehehe... You know I love ya Briana. Just figured I'd try to get a rise out of ya for making me update. Just remember, you owe me your panties when I do a book signing up there;)

Now, onto tonight's rant...

There has been actually something that's kinda been getting under my skin in the past week. If you've been following the news, some truly heartless human being took the liberty of shooting up an AMISH school in Pennsylvnia. First off, who in the flying FUCK shoots up an Amish school??? I mean, I've known a couple Amish folk in my day and they're probably some of the most descent people you'll ever meet. You get invited over to their house, they practically treat you like a member of the family. All they ask is that you *gasp* RESPECT their way of living. Now there's an idea! How about we throw away the mentality of "You're a weird amish dude, so I automatically don't like you," and just treat each other with respect. Sound good? I thought so too. Unfortunately, the GOP will never go for it. Afterall, most Amish people are tax exempt (falling well below the poverty line), so naturally they are one of the many hated enemies of the "Grand Old Party".

Speaking of the congressional cluster fuck, have you heard the latest scandal? Apparently, a Republican Congressman by the name of Mark Foley has recently been implicated in a cybersex scandal. I'll say it again, just in case you missed it. A REPUBLICAN; as in an individual who is supposed to be a godfearing, gun toting, Bible loving, goodfella, has recently been implicated in a CYBERSEX scandal. I guess I missed the memo that said jacking off in front of a computer is the new picture of moral fiber.

One other piece of "wonderful" news in the world. The 1972 movie "Deep Throat", starring the adult film actress "Linda Lovelace" (AKA Linda Susan Boreman), has now joined the ranks of classics like Gone With the Wind, and Citizen Kane. Yes, you heard right, PORN is now considered classic theatre. I mean, I love a good blowjob as much as the next guy, but come on. How far have we fallen as a society when we consider a porno to be landmark cinematogrophy? It's news like this that makes me glad I'm a functioning alcoholic...

ANYWAY, I think I've blown off enough steam for tonight. Granted, all the martinis in the world won't get rid of some of these disturbing images in my head. So, to the sexy lady with the even sexier ass, here's to ya!!!

Hehehe...

Later.

Well, for those of you who read this (yeah right), I've been in Spring Creek for not quite a month. It's been a nice vacation; however, I do have one notable complaint. During the course of this month, I've had NO male-female interactions. None. No cuddling, no kissing, no groping, you get the idea. They picked a shitty time to close the deal on my house. Right when all my hot female college friends were heading back to school, where I should be right now, but alas, sacrifices must be made. Anyway, that's my moment of bitching. I'm done. Really...

So I finished reformatting my book for the 1000th time since its conception. It's by far my least favorite part of publishing a book, and yet it seems to be the most important. I'm reading it through one final time before I submit it for production. Ya know, just to catch any mistakes I might've missed the other million times I've read it over. Oh well, a million and one can't hurt. Hell, I've already found oneor two things I hadta fix.

Hmmm... not too much to say other than that. Here's a piece TS Eliot wrote in 1925(ish) to get you thinking. And as the subject line suggests, don't forget to oil the mouse and feed the wheel... Or something like that;)

THE HOLLOW MEN

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.