Zen Related Fury...

I was trying to relax with a round or two of Cell Phone Scrabble and got to a point where it would not allow me to enter the word zen as it was not available in its dictionary.
And this just moments after Raj had been used by the computer player.
With that bit of maddening silliness and my ongoing dating site futility I had to set in front of my Buddha mini zen based rock garden and mediate my frustrations away with my daily chubby figurine prayers of "Why can't I find a woman or a scrabble game that doesn't cheat O' wise little wooden fatman?"




I'm now going to head outside and finish up my weekly throwing of the raw biscuit dough at slow driving passerby.

Duchovny Fans Shake with Frustration...

While waiting for a tape to rewind I was just watching today's episode of Live with Regis and Nuttier than a bag of nut filled nuts former blonde soap star and they were featuring the daily wheel trivia question which is answered by a call in viewer (yes #1 I know enough about this daily "talk" show to know exactly what was about to happen and yes #2 I still use VHS tapes.)
Anyway, the oh-so-easy question was what is David Duchovny's first name of his X-files Mulder character.
After the clock ticked down to 10 seconds "I was screaming Fox, woman Fox damnit!!" directly at the television. As if I was trying to send gameshow like vocal and mental thoughts of the correct answer via TV waves to her location.
It may have been the weakened state of cranial activity on her part that the answer did not reach her in time...or maybe my own college-fried low firing synapses could be the culprit...or even more likely that continually hollering at a TV has absolutely zero affect to what happens or many TV show type womenfolk would have lost their clothing as I've loudly wished and stubbornly hoping Sherise's baby daddy on (insert daytime talk show here) would've ponied up after the DNA tests.
Anyway, while typing this I caught some of the rest of the show and realize that Amber Tamblyn is friggin' super sarcastic and hilarious while Akon the guest musician pretty much blows.
Ooops, Price is Right is firing up. I must now leave and see how much weight Drew gained/lost over the weekend and see if he finally says anything nearly as funny as any given line from his former show and how many times I can yell the correct prices at the deer-in-headlights dazed contestants.

Shopping Around...

So, I had to go out of town earlier today for a blind date and made the best of it by not only watching the new Batman movie on that thar big screen and eating Thai food, but I hit a garage sale and book store going out of business in same town and Hastings on the way back home. Many many bargains made for a happy boy. As some books will possibly be resold for a handy profit on that silly eBay thing.



First stop was a garage sale. I picked up these two paperbacks for a dime each. The Sara Douglass one I've always wanted to read and the Brian Jacques is from the Redwall series that I have 8 other volumes of but have not yet read any of them. And the DVD movies were a mere seventy-five cents each. I had borrowed The Davinci Code once, but had to give it back before I was able to finish watching it. And I've always seen Mirror Mask in the store, but only until this way cool type girly girl mentioned she liked it in an email did I think about getting it. And good thing I waited as it was way cheap. Just watched it by the way and she was dead on. What a cool flick!

Garage sale part two...three 1972 first edition hardback and in mint condition Richard Scarry books that were a quarter each. Always loved Mr. Scarry (I also snagged a The Devil Wears Prada CD audiobook box set for one dollar...but more on that later...)

From a bookstore that was going out of business I picked up the following gems. A limited edition boxset of five first edition Doonesbury books from 1971-1974 for only one dollar. Some of these kinds of boxed book sets can be hard to find.



bookstore continued...four comics for a nickel each. Tall Tails featuring tigers and other animals in fantasy medieval settings. I had never read this one. The other three I have comics from their series, but have not actually read these particular ones. The Midnite Skulker is a superhero based comic with a mallard type Batman. And the remaining two are Hamster Vice. Rodent detectives , but I'm sure you already knew that...

more bookstore continued...A pair of first edition Elfquest books only a quarter apiece. And one of the volumes had a surprise that I did not catch until getting home...


The surprise?? An official autograph in the inner page from co-author, Sci-fi/Fantasy writing legend and Oklahoma resident Mercedes Lackey! Already verified!!!


And my final shopping trip: Hastings. I arrived back into town and decided to see what kind of trade-in value I might gain from the afore mentioned Prada CD audio set. As when selling/trading stuff at Hastings they often increase the value of what you bring in when you opt for store credit instead of cold hard moolah. The audio book brought me around nine in store credit and it just happens they had a cart full of decently new movies as part of a Saturday sale special. All movies were $1.99 and if you bought two you got a third for one penny. So I grabbed the following six titles: The Hoax, Shoot 'Em Up, Talk To Me, Hot Rod, Mr. Woodcock and Balls of Fury. The last being the only one I had previously seen. I got it just to even out my picks. Can't beat six movies for barely over eight dollerydoos!

So, to summarize: Twelve books, four comics and eight movies for a grand total of...Five dollars and fifteen cents. The Hastings movies do not figure in as their cost was in credit taken from an item that cost a wee little dollar.
This made up for a ho-hum blind date by a mile.
I still wish I didn't have to attempt dating, but the thought of being eternally lonely keeps me trying.

Mr. Empty Pants (or jackass without jockeys)

A young man, named Mr. Shore, had returned from a long journey and had gone back to work after taking his clothing to the Foo-Chu Laundry. He had purchased many things on his trip including a little creativity for himself, because it was always something he lacked. He remembered that he had left the creativity in his pants that were at the laundry, and to his further dismay, he had left his pride, spirit, and will to live in the same pants. Before Mr. Shore could retrieve them, the pants were given over to man from a tiny Middle Eastern province, who had no ability to feed his village. He sorely needed the pants for a delicacy of his land called Slack Stew. A healthy pair of slacks stewed correctly could feed his people for months, he decided to sell the pride for passage on a small shrimp boat, which left him on a small island half way to his destination after the Captain realized the pride was empty. The man waited for two long weeks before another boat came along. He bargained with the crew and gave them the spirit for a small rowboat. It took him a month to reach the mainland and upon arriving he was met by the police and the Captain of the ship he had gotten the rowboat from. The Captain had the man arrested because the spirit he had given him was crushed. The man spent one year in jail and lost the will to live, which was pretty much already spent anyway. When the man returned to the village he was left with a worn 'n' torn pair of slacks with just a little creativity remaining. So to get by without money or food the villagers used what remained of the creativity for a food shortage solution. With the creativity mostly spent they took the tattered pants, a bottle of poison and mixed a village size heapin' helpin' o' Slack Stew. The villagers all died, permanently solving the food crisis. The pants were identified by the belt loop records and what was left was shipped backed to the rightful owner, Mr. Pauly "Empty Pants" Shore, who never missed the things he lost as he never used them much anyway.

To Ponder and Such...

It's funny how your life, be it the real bits such as dating (the oh so sad attempts of) or the falsified reality bits such as online gaming and blogging, can be utterly affected by other events.
And like an alcoholic passing a bar on his daily routines I've struggled internally with the need to be lost in the throes of blogging when I stroll past my computer.
The reading, writing and commenting on, I've come to find out, had developed into simple pleasures that seemed lost and out of reach.
Partly due to those real life events, but also when I do blog lurk I like to be able to have the time in place to fully read and think on what I read and maybe even talk about it in some way.
I really need to push past this and probably will in the near and far future and just log on and read or write in snippets whenever I have a second here and a minute there.
Blahbitty, blah, blah-la-laa-la...
I guess the point I'm trying to make is that like an estranged family that you suddenly miss and don't seem to have the time to be around, I've come to dearly miss this second or third family of blog types I've had the fortune to be a minute part of all their daily things and random thoughts.
Huh, I just realized that's the most open I've ever been here...and I also didn't make a rude comment or conjure any naughty mental pictures...that was both easy and supremely difficult.