Question for you to fill out.

I'm bored. Answer me these questions please.

Who are you?

Why are you reading this?

What's your class?

What level art thou?

What is thy quest?

Hast thou slain the dragonlord?

Pizza withheld, what food doth thou desire most?

If thou hadst not but twig and stone, what wouldst thou doest if confronted by Urgon the mighty troll king?

What art thine feelings concerning love?

Wouldst thou tell me a tale?

venipuncture

I've been contemplating becoming a phlebotomist for a while now.

and... i must say...

The idea of getting to stab people with needles is becoming increasingly appealing.

very much so.

Interactive Blog Session - 1a

Alright, let's start with your comments.

Trisha -
'i am interested in in team blogging.
don't you think you should give some options for me to choose from? thats the first thing i think you should do with your life: pick some options.'

My response: I didn't give any options for you to choose from because i didn't want you to make your comments based on my own thoughts of what i should do. I wanted to hear your opinions of what i should do first before telling what i think i should do. However... that is what life boils down to sometimes. Listing your options, then deciding where to go from there.

Ryan-
'Trisha you stay out of this. Sorry brandon now i've gotta go take a few deap breaths to calm down, she ruined my concentration.'

Ryan-
'Ok, i've calmed down, Trisha i'm sorry i blew up like that.... you can post. Brandon get a job.'

My response: Trisha, stop getting in everybody's business all the time.
Jobs. That was essentially the root of my question. "What should i do with my life?" The first obvious step is to get a job. However, that has recently become a more difficult decision for me because i've increased my own options. Some of those options have more long term impact than i'm used to. Some of those options affect other decisions i thought i'd made.

Anyways...

For now, i'm done with interactive blog sessions. I just don't feel like keeping this going. However, i'm starting a team blog. I'd like to continue this "discussion" there. I'll contact you individually about being part of the team blog, and about what i would like the purpose of that team blog to be.

Interactive Blog Session - 1

Welcome to interactive blogging.

How it works:
I will post something, typically a problem. You will then comment as you see fit. Whether it's suggestions, ideas, criticisms, whatever. I will then take your comment, post it with my related commentary and/or response in a new post. The series of posts will continue until i assign a new topic.

This would work best in a team blog format. If you have interest in creating a super awesome team blog of ultimate friendship and fun for everyone, let me know.

Until then... here's topic #1 for interactive blogging.

What should i do with my life?

Cough

Can't sleep. Keep coughing. Coughing stops, nose is plugged. Can't breath. Coughing continues.

I've come to a decision. Instead of coughing into my elbow in public like i normally do, i will now be coughing into a harmonica. My bronchial suffering shall be music for the masses.

One of my horoscopes for today says:
Gemini, you're nearing the end of a long road, and for once, the future is wide open. .

Go to hell horoscope writer.
I cough on you.

Delegated Abstract Statements

Here's some abstract statements i have imagined different people i know saying to me. I'm not gonna say who goes with what.

"I'm a piece of cardboard floating in the ocean."

"I'm a dead pixel in the lower left quadrant of your computer monitor."

"I'm a mostly empty bottle in the backseat of your car."

"I'm a howling wolf printed on a used t-shirt."

"I'm a 1989 quarter on the floor of an arcade."

"I'm a supporting character in a recent George Lucas film."

"I'm a fortune telling machine at the amusement park."

"I'm leftover Asian food in the fridge."

"I'm a Looney Tunes tattoo on a middle aged man."

"I'm the last clear/white bear in your bag of gummy bears."

Consider yourselves objectified.

Old Rubbish

I wrote this first poem around December 2007 to (i think) my friend Kristin as some sort of weird joke. As you'll notice, the title of my blog came from this poem. My main goal was just to write a poem about a lonely old sailor who misses the sea. This is what came out. You can pretend there's deeper meaning if you want.

23 years. with minimal souvenirs. the scars. the intangible fading recollections. where once there was affection there is now longing. to feel her timber sway beneath once more. to feel the crisp breeze i adore. like a lover's kiss. so sincere. even now she calls to me. even here. locked away in a prison of land. i can still feel her hand reaching out. of nothing more do i dream than to run to her as she calls to me. but as fate has deemed. i left my legs at sea.

Also in December 2007, and also to Kristin... i wrote this second poem. It was late and i couldn't sleep. I wanted to leave her a comment, but couldn't think of anything. So i wrote this and said "Here's some pretentious writing nonsense." As you may have noticed, i don't take my own "poetry/writing" very seriously... at all.

open
seeking motion
with eyes veiled in despair
viewing the blue prints
of an existence on hold
lacking entity
empty
seeking vision
with eyes veiled in grace
viewing the brush strokes
of a journey unfolding
streaming life
align

i have no idea why i wrote poems to my friend Kristin, or why i thought that it was funny to do so. I think maybe i was hoping someone else that knew her, but didn't know me, would read it and think weird thoughts about me. And that was the joke. Me thinking they would take it seriously and think weird things about me. Which was funny to me, because i don't take it seriously. I still do things like that at all the time.

i have a weird sense of humor i guess.