Is that Cupid hooked up to a transfusion machine?

Hello folks! I'm still here and gone at the same time, just like all of our favorite mythical creatures.

Speaking of mythical creatures, I've placed Cupid's name in the title because he is the closest to a god-baby there is.

Why a god-baby? Youth and vitality. These are two of the things that those that seek the proverbial 'fountain of youth' are looking for.

Who are these proponents of reversing the aging process? Mainly the rich and famous. They've surely had meetings that I've not neen invited to. I don't blame them, I'm poor and nearly anonymous.

Here's an imagines excerpt of one of those meetings;

Celebrity #1: You're telling me that you now have a new illegal procedure that can reverse my age, but you're telling me that I can't take part in it?

Rich Doctor #1: Exactly, although we know you'd benefit most from being transfused with the blood of ten infants, you are way too visible on the TV screen. People would see you literally younger and know that plastic surgery is nowhere near doing that for you. You've got to keep your baldness and wrinkles so the public can't tell this is happening.

Celebrity #1: Well then, I'll just expose you and your evil doings, then nobody gets the treatment.

A gun is then pointed towards Celeb #1

Rich Doctor #1: We're very sorry you feel this way, but if you can be persuaded to reconsider your position and help us screen this from public knowledge, we will do our best at giving you almost anything else that you wish. What do you wish for?

The aged celebrity's facial featurrs change from scared and worried to happy and elated. He motions the Dr.'s aide over and salivates before whispering his evil desires into the aide's ear.

The aide then whispers into the doctor's ear the request.

Rich Doctor#1: It seems we can accommodate you. Victor, see to it that this man's needs are met.

Celebrity #1 is escorted from the boardroom with a smile on his wrinkled face and an extra bit of pep in his step.

Rich Doctor#1: Anyone else have questions?

Celebrity#2 raises his hand, and is called upon to make his query.

Celebrity#2: I'm just as visible and old as Celebrity #1, why aren't you telling me to kick rocks?

Rich Doctor#2: We feel that your people age differently than us. Enough so that we can explain away your sudden glow. Plus, your reach in getting us more clientele is great. You scratch our back, we take away your bursitis with baby's blood.

Celeb#2: Yup, I'm down with that. I'll get you all tons of peeps to hook up to those miracle babies.

Doctor#2: The true miracle is all those mothers and fathers that give us their babies.

Everybody laughs and creates lines that will be erased on their next transfusion.

Phunny Singularites

So, now anyone can get married to whatever they wish. That does not excite me because I have not planned on taking up that ball and chain.

I've been planning a party for myself using my never-been-married status as the reason for celebration. Many people need excuses to have a great time, but I live everyday with the little things that make a huge impact.

I may fail at a lot if things, but one thing that I don't make any mistakes in my love for myself and the whole of humanity.

I hope this makes sense.

There's always more room for dessert

Heyas! School is stressful, but rewarding. I said that I'd never do some things, but somehow I've done them. One of those nevers is owning a smartphone.  They are supposed to make your life easier somehow,  but I just got so tired of seeing downcast eyes instead of being met with genuine human eye contact.  .Updated blogs and the ability to continue my long term goals.

So I'm here until I'm gone again. Until next time, keep on living the life you were meant to live.

Here are a couple of curious sculptures for pondering and contemplation.

I love confident women who smile so bright.

Pre-history also had thunder cats. 

We jest about the serious

I came up to a buddy and started going in for the handshake, then collapsed into a fist for a bump, then folded the elbow and stuck it out. It stuck and I'll be ebola free, just my friends and me!

Another Japanese Short Film Review

Kafkaesque

Runtime: 5:49
Link: Kafkaesque

 Labeled Kafka on the Vimeo site, I decided to screen this little gem. Kafka was a German author that wrote about strange things and strange relationships. I'd say that if he were around today, or five years ago when this movie was made, he'd approve.

 It's about two men who are in a situation of executioner and prisoner. The final meal the prisoner was given was so sorry that he asks for a little chat.

Begging for a little chat before death

 The executioner owes the man that much, since the fare was so unfair.

Not a sneeze about to occur, but a hesitation in pre-death chatting

During the flashbacks, the prisoner is replaced with the executioner, showing that he places himself into all stories told to him.

Seems both men use umbrellas for sunshades

Even the food given to the prisoner by his wife is eaten by the imagined executioner.

One final meal before the death of an unloved one

Explanations of wrongful conviction start bringing the men closer together.

I enjoy close-ups like this one

The use of imagery and solid color evoke feelings for both men.

Even better than close ups that cut portions off is time-lapse clouds

The action described in this portion of flashback aren't portrayed, but overlaid with images.

Nothing beats red grass

Time for chatting is done and both men look at the tool of death in anticipation.

Time for the noose to get a use

Credits roll 3/4 of the way through. After these, another glimpse of the prisoners last day of freedom is seen through the imagination of the executioner.

The technique of color here denotes suspicion

Seems the innocence of the accused was also very imaginary. 

Practicing accidental murder

The movie ends with a surprise ending. I couldn't spoil everything for you! Until next time, stay.

From a Pedestrian's Perspective

Hello again, internet earthlings. It sure has been a while since I've put anything permanent down here for your  loyal eyes to see. That's OK, though, because just as great friends can still get along famously after a long absence, I know that you won't hold my business this summer against me and my un-updated blog.

 I was prompted to write this post after two major current events. The first is the awful happenings in Ferguson, MO. The second is the very tragic death of a race car driver. They seem unrelated, save for that both tragedies occurred around the same time. I am here to tell you that they both started with the same decision I make plenty of times each day. The decision to be safe and survive.

 I am a pedestrian. I have been for around eight years now since a car wreck left me without transportation. There was a very bad taste in my mouth after that collision with a girl on a cellphone who just didn't pay attention to the red-light that she sped through to cause my journey of walking everywhere. Although I did get a modest amount of money from my vehicle being totaled, I felt that I did not wish to re-enter that risky life lottery of speeding metal and fiberglass. So, I had decided to boycott vehicles and figure out how to get everywhere on foot. This isn't to say that I didn't accept rides from time to time, but I did do a lot more travelling by walking than I ever had before in my life.

 So I started getting my 'sidewalk-legs', as I call them, back underneath myself. After driving for most of my life I had forgotten plenty of things about the most simple mode of travel. Things that I should have remembered that were integral to surviving when going from point A to point B without assistance of machinery.

The first point I came across was one that I misunderstood. It was taught to me in my first Driver's Education class and is a myth. A life-threatening fallacy:

• Pedestrians ALWAYS have the right of way

 The walking only have the right of way if they are in a crosswalk, and only if the walk sign is lit (if the crossing has a light). Plenty of people have been run over while jaywalking, which is a term for crossing where there are no crosswalks or against a light. Those people, or their surviving families do not get to sue for damages due to their own neglect of laws designed for their safety. Streets were built for vehicles, and they are the ones that get the most right of way.

 In the case of the two teens that started this whole thing in Missouri, they were spotted by an officer of the law walking in the street. Not crossing the street, but walking parallel to the curb. This is not only very unsafe, but against the law. A law designed to protect people, both in cars and on foot.

 I'm not sure why they decided to ignore the officer's command to move over to the sidewalk, but they continued to stay in the street after being told to take the safer route on the sidewalk. I can speculate on why disobedience was at the heart of their decision. This is the internet, so speculation on motive is my prerogative, and one of the reasons I wrote this post in the first place.

 A sense of entitlement and flaunting defiance of the law in opposition to personal safety is my opinion of the main reasons why they eschewed the sidewalk for the street. The second is social acceptance. If those boys were to follow what the officer was saying, they would be looked at in a different light by all those around them. That shame and the possibility of being shunned by their peers was greater than the chance of getting clipped by someone's SUV and ending up in a coffin that day. They had probably walked in the street for thousands of times before that day, and they weren't changing that for 'the man'. 

 If only they would have complied with the safety command, Mike Brown would still be alive today. But instead, the defiance and incomprehension of safety shown had drawn an anger from the officer who gave the order and started the events that snowballed into a the latest riots in the midwest. 

 I am not giving the officer who shot the young man dead any excuse for doing so. But I'm also not giving those two males an excuse for walking in the street in the first place. One of the first lessons of being a pedestrian was taught to me by my father when I was only five years old. As we stood on the corner of the yard he said, "Son, always look all ways before and during crossing the street". This is a safer deviation from the more common 'Look both ways before crossing the street". Safety was a primary concern for my father. He wanted me to survive long enough to make him proud. He did a pretty good job at getting me to be safe on the street, so I'm still here to try to make him proud.

 Those two defiant males may have not had such a caring father. I understand that. Lack of great parenting seems to be the main reason that there is a huge lack of respect for safety on the road. Lots of people have lacked the guidance I was tenderly given as a youngster, and I truly wish everyone was as fortunate as me. But, I've known orphans who figured stuff out on their own. They had a sense survival and common courtesy, even if they weren't instilled into them by a caring parent. I think since they lived in an area that did not see respect for others as a weakness, they had no problem following safety and the law.

 Now for the race-car driver situation. It was a total tragedy for Kevin Ward Junior, his family, and anyone who follows racing. The amount of regulations and rules designed to keep the drivers safe are astounding. Way more than my dad's one line of survival to me, these drivers have a veritable laundry list of things to do and follow to keep their lives in tact to race again another day. One of these is staying in the vehicle after a wreck. After the yellow flag is flown, there's a bit of time to wait before the driver is to be extracted. That is to say that the driver should wait for assistance before exiting the vehicle. It is very sad that the sport has been sensationalized to the point where it looks enticing to flaunt safety to exact revenge for a personal grudge against a fellow racer. 

 If only he would have followed the racing rules, he would most likely still be alive to race again. Tragedy was not averted, so we all have to deal with the outcome of this young man losing his life by being in traffic when he shouldn't have been. Such a sad way to go, for sure.

 So, if you ever find yourself without wheels, please follow the advice of my father as well as the rule of the law. It is designed to keep everyone out of danger.

 Thank you so much for taking the time to take in my viewpoint on these awful situations. Have a great day and remember to look all ways before and during a street crossing at the walk with the light.

                                                                                                                Shockgrubz

So, you want to teleport, do you?

I also would enjoy the instantaneous travel amenities that teleportation would have. Imagine paying a little more for your belly to be full with yummy veggie candy before you port to your destination?

Or how about having everyone on a contest set the hair growing function to max, and you all show up very covered in hair to guess who each other are. Winner get's to have a shear and shave first.

Just some of the randoom thoughts going through my head about now. They always happen, never really stopping. I'm certainly not down about that, even if it does cause quite a few difficulties in the 'normal' world. Not here, no. This is a place that I can just let my randoomness exploid into wonderfully insane happiness for everyone on the internet to either find and smile or pass by unaware.

 I made a logo for myself today. It really didn't take much time, so I'm thinking that means I might need to spend a little more on it to give it some extras. Here's the first version.

The first thoughts I have are Seventies(as in that time period that was groovy enough to produce Feline Stevens) and Gumby, also from that era.

 Might be considered a bit funkadelic, but I'm ready to roll with it, anyway.

On the real life front, I am gaining ground as a mentor while slipping as a breadwinner. My sage-like advice has been taken by a light-seeing friend and his payoffs are astounding.

 Been working a few odd jobs. One for this homo(now just wait aminute, I'm all for the gay peeps, homo is just short for Home Owner), who won big on a betting tip from me. Being the millionaire and rich person that he is, he shared none of his winnings. Fair enough, I say, because I chose not to spend my last fifty bucks on a longshot.

 Girlfriends are nice, but they are even nicer if you don't see them very often. That's how I feel right now, or at least what I tell myself when I'm alone and wish for her company. We have a nice, neat arrangement that doesn't let feelings ruin the fun. It's a strange day, indeed, when I start chucking feelings for a relationship. But it happened. Hopefully it continues for quite some time. My favorite part about it is the double dating. I am mad about double dates! So much so that I kinda want everyone to agree to have them filmed. I don't have the car salesman chops to pull that off, though. I hang out with too many private people for them to agree to something like that. Oh well, I can always have my way in my fantasies.

 So thanks for stopping by, having a little look at my new logo and learning just a bit more about me. I'm happy to have you here. Keep kicking gluteus shaped things!