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The things in my head go 'round and 'round

This is my life. You can't have it.

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Lets keep this random things thing going

Is that even a sentence?

1. As the song says, there hasn’t been a day when money hasn’t got in my way. Let’s leave that without a long drawn out explaination, ok?

2. I look forward to my vacation down on the North Carolina shore so much each year, that it hurts. I need to live on the ocean. In a warm climate. But not too warm, because I sweat like no other.

3. Bet you are glad that you read that part, now aren’t you?

4. I am a cyber-stalker. I try to find old classmates, and friends constantly. And when I do find them, I start inundating them with the craziness that goes on in my head and they usually end up not writing back to me.

5. I am not really crazy.

6. I think.

7. Everyone who owns a 4-wheel drive vehicle needs to go through a training course on how to use that vehicle so that it doesn’t become a death machine for the rest of the populace at large. You know who I am talking about. And you know who you are. Learn how to use it, or we will blow it up.

8. My dog is the most fierce, ferocious zombie killer there is. But she doesn’t like to go out in the rain. So if there is a zombie attack while it is raining me and my family are screwed.

9. I am still trying to figure out how to make $1,000,000 by blogging. The money is just not rolling in like it should. This is disappointing.

10. Done for now. Anyone have anything to add?

Namaste.

25 freaking random things about me that are going around in my head

On Facebook there is this little phenomenon going on where you reveal 25 things about yourself that your friends might not know. Thought that I would share them with you also.

Feel special?

1. I am not as confidant as I like to seem. I am riddled by doubt that I hide by bravado.

2. I really thing that Chester Cheetah is up to something not good.

3. There is a writer in my that is just waiting to get out. I know it. I can feel it.

4. Or maybe it is just gas.

5. I have been making beer for the past few years, but I find that I give more of it away than I drink.

6. Making beer has turned me into a beer snob.

7. I find it amusing that I consider myself a snob at all.

8. I miss my sons, and eldest daughter every day.

9. I am not happy that my youngest daughter is pulling away, now that she has become a teenager.

10. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

11. I constantly think about the things that I have done in my life, and wonder “what if”.

12. I strive to be someone my kids can look up to.

13. I have been accused of being the “good-time Dad”, the one that lets the kids get away with murder. In actuality, I just like having fun with my kids. I can discipline them later.

14. I would be happiest with my kids living within a mile radius of me.

15. My kids would hate it.

16. I hate doing these kind of things because I censor everything so that I don’t seem so weird.

17. I am really weird.

18. Blogging is great fun when you have squirrels running around in your head yelling out random statements.

19. I think that I should have censored that.

20. Am I done yet?

21. I want to play guitar as well as Glenn Elliot.

22. Hell, I want to play guitar WITH Glenn Elliot. And not make a fool of myself.

23. Along those lines, I find it amusing that none of my biological children have the voice that my step-daughter does.

24. I loved being the backup band when The Princess was in elementary school.

25. I am now done.

7 degrees of seperation

I got tagged by a friend to do this exercise where you talk about 7 things that people don’t know about you.

That is easy. At least for me. You guys don’t really know diddly squat about me.

Until now.

I could easily become one of those people who never leave their homes.

My job has me dealing face to face with people every day. I listen to their gripes, and I massage their egos. I manipulate people to get the work that I need to be accomplished done. And when I get home I would just rather not have to talk any longer. Cause there is a little bit of slime on me that just doesn’t seem to come off.

I have a better realtionship with my Father today than I did when he was alive.
My Dad died in November of 1996. Growing up, I didn’t have what I would have categorized as a great relationship with him. I know that my parents loved me. I loved them. But I know that I disappointed my Dad numerous times. And he just wasn’t that communicative to discuss it with me. Now that he is gone, I talk to him every day. I ask him for advice, and when I look in the mirror in the morning he is there looking back at me.

If I could make a living at it I would be playing music.

Music is how I dealt with growing up. Music is how I helped put myself through college. I would gladly drop what I am doing right now to play again.

Don’t ever make the mistake of talking about my intellect.
For some reason, just because I am a large person, some people think that I am not intelligent. I carry a 140 IQ. Much higher than the average population. Don’t talk down to me, and don’t mistake what you see with what I am.

I have the attention span of a gnat.
I don’t know if it is ADD, or what, but I am easily bored.

That is not 7, but that is all that I got for now.

Namaste.

Michigan and Medical Marijuana

You folks are a fickle lot.

In October and November when I was writing, and reporting on Michigan Proposal 1, whether to make Medical marijuana legal or not in Michigan, you were flocking here in droves.

And I know that a lot of that had to do with where I was ranking on the search engines. But I thought some of you would stick around.

Now that I am watching what is happening with the auto industry in Michigan I am finding much less interest. That is concerning, as much as it is amusing.

Concerning in that I hope that there is not an apathy as to the health or the demise of the auto makers in Detroit. If they go under there will be up to 3 million folks in the unemployment lines. And those lines can’t hold too many more.

Amusing in that, well. Just follow the train on thought.

So stick around kids. We will have fun along with the real stuff. I promise.

namaste.

The year of gaining traffic

This is going to be the year where I build my traffic. This is the year where I acquire many, many back links.

And if you are a nice person visiting, would you mind linking back to this blog,and I will be very happy to reciprocate. Thanks,

Where was I? This is the year where my weekly visitors will equal the largest amount that visited just prior to the November elections when we were discussing Medical Marijuana, or proposal #1 in Michigan.

And that was one hell of a sentence, wasn’t it?

Amazing. This is the year.

namaste.

Ok, I am tapped out right now

I started working at a new location, and right now I am pretty tapped out mentally. Sorry.

The location I am now working at has some interesting issues to deal with. Sanitation, follow through by the management staff, training of the associates, and the fact that this location will be moving to a new venue in about 9 months.

Sounds like fun doesn’t it? So here I am trying to instill some basic retail standards in the current group, while trying to figure out who is going to be going to the new venue.

And right now, it doesn’t look like many of them will be.

So. That is where I am at.

I have a day off coming up this Sunday. Going to watch some football, and get my head back in line.

Talk to you then.

Namaste.

I love Sunday mornings

Especially Sunday mornings when I don’t have to work. I get to sleep in, which means that I still wake up around 6am and eventually get up around 7.

There is just something about not having to get out of bed when the alarm goes off. It just makes life that much sweeter.

Then a cup of fresh ground, fresh brewed coffee. Boot up the computer, check my sites, and write a couple of posts myself.

Life is good.

And I don’t know why Sunday is so different from any other morning.

It just is.

And I love it.

namaste.

So what is your favorite brand?

Branding. It is an important part of a website, and blogging.

Finding your voice, and your subject matter is what branding is. Sounds pretty simple, doesn’t it?

It isn’t simple. For a social network blog such as this, branding can be darn near impossible. Just look at the title: “The Things in my Head go ‘Round and ‘Round.” That pretty much tells you that you aren’t going to be able to predict what I am going to say.

Other than it will be off the wall. And controversial. Sometimes.

But I have been thinking about branding lately. What it could mean to me in the way of traffic, and in the way of potential income. And I think that I will keep things just the way that they are right now. disjointed.

What say you?

Back Links

I need me some quality back links. My traffic is way down, and to get it back up I need to rank higher on google. And google wants me to have back links before I can rank higher on the page. And the only way I get back links is to get traffic.

A conundrum.

Traffic = back links.
back links = traffic.

Gimme some.

Namaste.

From The Washington Post

And I know that not everyone likes the Washington Post, but this is interesting to read:

Party Like It’s 1964
by Richard Cohen
Tuesday, October 21, 2008;

A column, like a good movie, should have an arc — start here, end there and somehow connect the two points. So this column will begin with the speech Condi Rice made to the Republican National Convention in 2000 in praise of George W. Bush and end with Colin Powell’s appearance Sunday on “Meet the Press” in praise of Barack Obama. Between the first and the second lie the ruins of the GOP, a party gone very, very wrong.

It is hard to avoid the conclusion that Bush and now John McCain have constructed a mean, grumpy, exclusive, narrow-minded and altogether retrograde Republican Party. It has the sharp scent of the old Barry Goldwater GOP — the angry one of 1964 and not the one perfumed by nostalgia — that is home, by design or mere dumb luck, to those who think that Obama is “The Madrassian Candidate.” Karl Rove, take a bow.

It is worth remembering that both Rice and Powell spoke at that Philadelphia convention. And it is worth recalling, too, that Bush ran as a “compassionate conservative” and had compiled a record as Texas governor to warrant the hope, if not the belief, that he was indeed a different sort of Republican. When he ran for reelection as governor in 1998, he went from 15 percent of the black vote to 27 percent, and from 28 percent of the Hispanic vote to an astounding 49 percent. Here was a coalition-builder of considerable achievement.

Now, all this is rubble. It is not merely that Barack Obama was always going to garner the vast majority of the black vote. It is also that the GOP, under Rove and his disciples in the McCain campaign, has not only driven out ethnic and racial minorities but a vast bloc of voters who, quite bluntly, want nothing to do with Sarah Palin. For moderates everywhere, she remains the single best reason to vote against McCain.
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But the GOP’s tropism toward its furiously angry base, its tolerance and currying of anti-immigrant sentiment, its flattering of the ignorant on matters of undisputed scientific consensus — evolution, for instance — and, from the mouth of Palin, its celebration of drab provincialism, have sharpened the division between red and blue. Red is the color of yesterday.

Ah, I know, the blues are not all virtuous. They are supine before self-serving unions, particularly in education, and they are knee-jerk opponents of offshore drilling, mostly, it seems, because they don’t like Big Oil. They cannot face the challenge of the Third World within us — the ghetto with its appalling social and cultural ills — lest realism be called racism. Sometimes, too, they seem to criticize American foreign policy simply because it is American.

Still, a Democrat can remain a Democrat — or at least vote as one — without compromising basic intellectual or cultural values. That, though, is not what Colin Powell was saying Sunday about his own party. “I have some concerns about the direction that the party has taken in recent years,” Powell said. “It has moved more to the right than I would like.” He cited McCain’s harping on that “washed-out terrorist” Bill Ayers as an effort to exploit fears that Obama is a Muslim (so what if he were? Powell rightly asked) and mentioned how Palin’s presence on the ticket raised grave questions about McCain’s judgment. In effect — and at least for the time being — Powell was out of the GOP. S’long, guys.

Those of us who traveled with Bush in the 2000 campaign could tell that when he spoke of education, of the “soft bigotry of low expectations,” he meant it. Education, along with racial and ethnic reconciliation, was going to be his legacy. Then came Sept. 11, Afghanistan and finally the misbegotten war in Iraq. After that, nothing else really mattered. But just as Bush could not manage the wars, he could not manage his own party. His legacy is not merely in tatters. It does not even exist.

In the end, Powell was determined not to be one of the GOP’s useful idiots. Those moderates willing to overlook the choice of Palin, those capable of staying in a party where, soon enough, she could be an important or dominant force, retain the intellectual nimbleness that enabled them to persist in championing a war fought for duplicitous reasons and extol cultural values they do not for a minute share. Powell walked away from that, and others will follow — the second time that a senator from Arizona has led the GOP into the political wilderness.

You have to admit that THAT is pretty damning for the Republican Party.

Namaste.

Vote on November 4th.