Everybody dance...

Every once in a while when walking down the street something happens that is not normally looked at as being "normal" in society in this day and age. Be it you, or the guy who just walked out of Hodgens Drugs, one of you has an Ipod blasting away in the ears, surely causing cancer and the ears to bleed profusely, though you can't see it because the ear buds are blocking the blasts and jets of blood from recreating a scene from a Monty Python movie.

Well whether it is you or him, one of you is a little bit too much into the song at that fleeting span of time, and just had what can only be described as a "Michel Jackson moment" in the middle of the sidewalk right in front of you, or right in front of him.

Whether or not it was only mouthing the words and throwing the head around, probable horribly out of beat, or actually bursting out into the song, and at worst (I believe best) doing a quick whip spin and pointing up into the air in a pose of triumph, for only a a second, the other person DID just see that, and on the inside can't hold back the floodgates of laughter that have just had all of the seas released upon it.

As you look at him you both know what has happened, and refraining from "having a bonding moment" together, gazes are quickly averted to the sky, or the squirrel that just ran up the old guys leg across the street, nothing is to be said of this time that was shared between you and him on the street as both parties part. So I urge anyone that has just had themselves one of these MJ moments, to go ahead and liven it up, who knows you might make a new best friend that day...

Big Black Beatles...

Something that I wrote a long time ago, on a plane from Philadelphia to Seattle. My cousin was on the plane with me and thought that is sucked... Well if it ever becomes famous, I will frame a copy for her for Christmas...


Big Black Beatles

They fly in the night to hide the shame,
of what has become of their name,
the horror of that summer day,
when all colors gave away.

With pensive thought,
and a passive nature,
and on graceful wings to soar,
they fly on for evermore.

For far is their journey,
and wide is the search,
to find the colors,
of their true worth.

But this loss,
was not in vain,
for they found to fly,
is their greatest gain...


Oh, and the best part of the story behind this poem is that I left a copy in the seat pocket so that others could find it and read and enjoy it as well. And now I leave something to the same superbness as that one, so be looking...

Sound effects...

BOOM!, ZIP, ZOUZA, wooOOOO...OOOooow, DO, DONG, POW, DA DA DA!, DOODE, SPLAT, KAPOW, and many more random high pitched noises that come out in our everyday conversation are a necessity to life.

I am a firm believer that the sounds that we create when we talk to others should be a natural thing that happens everyday that we still breath. Yes it is true that you could just say "the car crashed into the tree and made a loud noise" but that isn't half as cool as, "the car hit the tree and BOOOOOSSSHHHCCCAAAABOOOOOM!!!" and throwing your hands up in the air is also a must at this point of stories.

I do understand that not everyone witnesses a car running into a tree everyday and exploding on impact, but you can always have a sound ready for any occasion... say that you have been involve in a gun shooting, don't say "and I was shot at," even if you say it with much enthusiasm it doesn't compare to; "and they shot at my like BANGBANGBANG!! RATATTATTATTAT!! PEWPEWPEW!! ZIPZOUNDZING!!!" with spittle spewing on all listeners, but they won't care that you just gave them your cold and many other hidden things from deep in your body, they will be way too enthralled by your story...

So think about the next time that you are going to tell someone about what happened to you today, is there a place for the hands to fly and the lips to fling spit to enhance your story? If so, do...