I am taking the plunge

into a variety of things.

Wish me well.

k

a blind man is still a wise man

I am sure of only about 2 or 3 things. One of them being I will never become a member of Mensa. I met two members of this society today, one of which was six years old, the other was seventeen. They were siblings. I like to think of myself as a pretty smart guy, but I'd say I'm more creative than intelligent, which kind of bums me out. Growing up, I always tried to read as many books as I could so I could grow up to be my grandfather. My grandfather has cataracts and glaucoma now and can't read. I don't want to be my grandfather anymore. I want to write bookS of poems. I want to write a creative non-fiction book about space; a sci-non-fiction novel? I will consult Anthony Vandenberg exclusively for the project. A collaboration with TONE? I don't even know if that's possible. The book itself not the collaboration. I want to do a lot of things. I would not like to become dank, however. errrrrrrrr...I don't think that means anything really, but it feels like something. Something non-physical that is.

Look at these things I would like:

Omar

I hope that good things happen to this character. I've already heard that he dies at some point, but he's genuine and does what he does.

Last night, Ali's dad Tod(d?) (crazy man) had wild turkey (actual meat not the whiskey) available to chow down on. He shot this turkey from his car window on the way to work and ran it down in a corn field in his business clothes (I'm assuming a suit). I really like meeting people who have a certain self awareness, but at the same time, people who are rather oblivious are appealing to me as well. I guess it's a spectrum eh? I'm not sure where to draw the distinction between the two. It's almost one of those things where when you're born you poop yourself and then when you are old you poop yourself. There are obvious differences but it's still poop in your pants. I would say most of my friends are more self aware than oblivious, but I think one of my friends might be more oblivious. I guess that word has negative connotations but it's really not meant to in this context. What? It doesn't matter.

Happy Memorial Day. I'm not sure what this holiday is exactly (veterans? but then what's Veteran's Day?) I'm getting paid for not working today. Thank you Nebraska tax payers.

Hey Yo...

I've been having consistent conversations with people about professional wrestlers and their finishing moves, or special moves if you'd prefer. Finishing moves can be placed into one of two categories. That of power or that of submission. For example, a classic powerful finishing move would be the Undertaker's "Tombstone Piledriver". A classier, submission finisher would be (one of my all time favorites) Bret The Hitman Heart's "Sharp Shooter".

There are obvious strengths to both types, and I believe each style speaks to the character of each respective wrestler with few exceptions. I'd like to talk about those exceptions, however, for a bit. Sgt. Slaughter, for example, seems to be an anomaly in the submission category. His finishing move, "The Cobra Clutch", doesn't seem fitting for the size of chin the man possesses. Submission moves are usually reserved for romantic types who conduct themselves in a way that doesn't include much spit flying out of their mouths.

Another strange pairing of wrestler/finishing move in my mind is the finishing move of Mr. Perfect. His "Perfect Plex", although quite calculating, doesn't seem to fit his persona. Too much lifting for this man forced him to get on the juice, which would eventually lead to his heart exploding, killing him. A figure-four could have saved this man's life.

I think it's safe to say that the all time lamest finishing move belongs to Hulk Hogan. His "Atomic Leg Drop" was both unromantic and, let's face it, unrealistic--it's someone's leg falling on you, why didn't he use a variation of Macho Man's "Flying Elbow" or DiLo Brown's pattented Frog Splash? It's called velocity Hulk.

My all time favorite finishing moves may be somewhat of a surprise to some of you. No it isn't Mankind's "Mr. Socko" (which was after wrestling's prime anyhow), but two very different, but very effective moves that I will remember forever. My favorite submission finisher goes to The Million-Dollar-Man, Ted DiBiase and his "Million Dollar Dream". Completely fitting for this character. Slow, smooth, and calculating, the "Million Dollar Dream" was always applied to people at a surprising moment where The Million-Dollar-Man seemed doomed. He was a cold and calculating wrestler.



In terms of power moves, my favorite goes to Razor Ramon and his "Razor's Edge". This move came about at a time when creativity in wrestling seemed completely stifled. One of the more unique finishers, the "Razor's Edge" was a spectacle that had never been experienced before, nor has it probably been experienced after.

A Sack Lunch and The Wire

I drank an entire half gallon of orange juice before noon today. I've urinated several times and feel as though my body's Vitamin C absorption rates are sub par. It's not that I feel bad, although I do feel bad, I just wish that my heart was in it (ya know?)--read a fucking book and feel better about your head boy.

I watched myself on video after being recorded during "conducting an interview" training today. I am an extremely animated person in all situations. I don't really understand how people can pay attention to what I'm saying. It reminds me of when I was in 6th grade and one of my friends nominated me to be editor of the 6th grade year book. After the vote and after the finding out that Scott Wheeler was chosen, I heard people talking about how they're glad "Kyle didn't get editor because nothing would get done. He's too big of a goof." This is probably true, but my legacy should be more than my idiocy. I would have done an excellent job, actually. The person who was interviewing me for their practice session continually laughed throughout the process, for no apparent reason, other than my unconscious spasms. Our trainer claimed that I'm a "funny guy" so she "understands why you were laughing so much."

This job is making me so self aware. All of the new people I see (at my job and just around) are making me so self aware. It's almost as if I'm starting to second guess my own understanding. Someone told me that they think anything having to do with space exploration is a big waste of money. Fuck that someone. I would like to explode into space particles because of him. I'm ready for life on Mars, I'm ready for the laughter. This blog is lame. I still have nothing to say and it's sad because what I have already said I don't have any interest in anyway.

Thanks for the DVDs Paul. I'm sorry I didn't hear you drop them off. I've watched the first two episodes and think they're great. What a state. Nebraska. I'm ready when you are.


k

Chest Congestion

Shit. I'm tired and was annoyed by the people who I sit in between at work. Today Dr. Greg talked to us about bruises, fractures, and burns. He showed us a slide show of children as examples. He told us about absent fathers and how big of a detriment it is for the development of a child. Thanks dad. I really like Dr. Greg. He's a total doctor with his glasses, flat front khakis, and all. Cultural sensitivity is apparently a strength of mine, but that's because I'm friends with Malaysia. Coining (it looks a lot worse than it actually is) is acceptable to the surprise of nearly everyone in my class (except for the culturally sensitive of course).

Neva Dinova has stolen my heart. Jake Bellows has such a smooth edged voice. He makes melodies I would like to make. And will.

burritos

what am I supposed to say with nothing to say?

this is my new place to say nothing about some things.

best,

k