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Hello folks,

I updated the template.  It should be a lot cleaner and load faster.  Feel free to mess with the alternative layouts.  They are on the top right.  I like playing with the Flipcard to organize by tags.  Currently commenting is disabled but there was only one or two of you who commented semi-regularly anyway so it shouldn't be too bad.


I posted in the Blogger help forum so hopefully they will have it up and running soon.  I will also be trying to post shorter blogs in the future.  Just some thoughts to keep the activity high and the traffic entertained.

Stay Tuned!

Nightscape - Bird of Pray (5-13-07) 54 Reads

Current mood:productive

I have shared with you some of my more vivid dreams before.  I've been holding on to a couple of them for a while now.  I wanted to do something more with them but I just don't have the time.  I'll just state them as they were.

Picture a slideshow, my old childhood photographs from the 70's.  Old, yellowed and cracked.

The imagery was the same as the actual photos but twisted in some way.

Then the stationary pictures came alive.  Silently and in extreme slow motion.  They didn't turn into video but instead into distinct memories.  My perspective angle stayed the same but it would pan and zoom giving the two dimensional subjects a pseudo third dimension, much like a popup book.

In the background Gnarls Barkley's song "Crazy" was playing.  But while the song kept the same tempo, the voice became morbid and twisted.  A sandpapery rocky voice sung the song in what could have been a demonic Marilyn Manson rendition of the hit.

So the dream would pan through these old photographs and zoom into them.  The subjects were moving ever so slowly.  Laughing, crying, talking, jumping and dancing.

They were all pictures from my youth.

But then there was another change.  In these pictures and in every single shot, I realized that I had done a bad thing.  I had committed some type of sin in every picture.  I had stolen the candy I was eating happily.  I had yelled at someone outside of the photo frame.  I had lied about something insignificant.

In my dream I realized as I was floating through this half stationary photographs that there was a tiny little black bird in each one.

In every picture, somewhere there was this crow-like bird.  No detailed features on this bird.  In passing you might even mistake it for a black blob.  The more I noticed it though, the more I noticed that it was very, very small when I was a child.  Far away, in the distance this bird glared on.  A dark blob with a sharp beak pointed down and its two beady yellow eyes focused both on me in the photograph and on me as the intruder in this slow motion picture book.

The song continues becoming raspier as the dream moves forward.  As I grow older in the photographs the creature also grows.  The detail on this "bird" becomes more noticeable, but still, strangely out of focus other than the beak and the eyes.

It almost looks as if the black blob portion of this bird was absorbing the light around it.  It was so dark and cloudy I couldn't stare at it for too long out of fear that I would too be drawn into it.

Pictures move from my toddler years, to my young teenage life.  My sins continue, the bird keeps growing. 

My young adult life and my current life.  Then my future.

Before long the photographs are showing me what I look like when I am old and decrepit.  Just before the slideshow comes to an end and as I lay on my deathbed, the creature moves.

I'm still smiling through my dentures at the camera with my cane in hand as the creature grows behind me.  It doesn't grow horizontally as much as it grows vertically.  The beak and eyes stay the same but the ghastly wings that sprout forth and vertically send shivers down my spine.

These wings were far from heavenly or soft and feathery.  Fleshy, black burnt and smoky, these enormous wings stand as symbols of my forthcoming pain and suffering.

I wake up in shock, sweating and my heart pounding in my chest painfully.

I wanted to create this dream using Macromedia flash, animation and all, but it would just take too much of the little time I already had.  I hope I was able to do the dream justice painting the picture with my words instead.

Comments:

Wife: I like the way you wrote this to be so short yet so descriptive. Not that I don't like it when you write long blogs, but in this case, you used few words and created a lot of images. Great job. About the dream, it is pretty freaky. I wonder if you have these dreams because you don't sleep enough, you eat late at night, you like scary movies and images or if they mean anything? What is your opinion on the meaning of this dream?
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Bring me water: scary dream... i know the crow isnt a good sign.. i think i've had it in one of my dreams.
let me go find it.
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Battle of the sEx's - I fire the first shot (10-10-11) 78 Reads

(Update:  I was intentionally trying to be sensationalist to instigate participation.  It was an ongoing request from some of my other readers.  So it is pretty harsh.)

Current mood:savage

(Let's see if THIS blog gets your asses talking.)

So I was thinking about a family member recently and how I believe he is only the latest victim of the vampiric nature of the female gender.  I told you I was firing the first shot and what better way than to start it off with a bang?

About Bitches and Dogs

There are genuinely nice guys out there wouldn't you agree?  You've met them.  Cool calm and relatively passive.  The real one's are rare but they are out there.  The gentlemen.  They exist.  A lot of men are jerks, dogs and ignorant, I know this.  I probably fall into a few of those categories myself.  But I know that I have met men out there that are just down to earth good men.

There has not been a single woman that I met that is not capable of being a bitch.  Not to everyone and not all the time but if the need arose, they could always turn that bitch-mode on.  Recently that has become a badge of pride among the 20 and 30 something's.  (I'm looking at you to the left, to the left.)

About Toilet Humor

It usually starts with the toilet bowl seat.  I've been lucky never to have been forced to deal with a shallow woman that would argue this point but given the fact that this is a battle of the sexes blog, I am forced to cover the topic since it has become a staple of the war.  "Put it down!" they screech.

Relationships are 50-50 right?  I mean that is what women take after they leave so that defines the way relationship responsibilities should be divided am I wrong?

So men use restrooms (which ALWAYS have the seats down) lift the seat up, pee, wash their hands (hopefully) and leave the restroom.  Women come into the restroom, find the toilet seat up and get mad because they have to put it down before using it.  When they are done they wash their hands and leave the toilet seat down.  So ideally, the argument for leaving the toilet seat down is so that you girls wouldn't have to do any work, yes?  Even though gravity is helping you out a little since it is logically easier to put a toilet seat down than it is to lift it up.

Do women ALWAYS run into the restroom all emergency status and plomp their booties down on the seat without looking onto the freezing cold porcelain ring?  To quote Seinfeld, "Is this what is happening?"

My advice to guys that have to deal with this situation as a "problem" in their relationship has been to just leave the seat down to begin with.  Let her deal with the spitter splashies on the seat when she kerplomps her bombutt on the ring of relaxation.

About B-vorce

Now to explain what I meant by vampiric.  You hear the stories a lot.  "Young sex-pot marries rich old geezer."  I didn't have to specify which gender each of those was because you already knew.  Sure men are dirty and sex crazed but look at it this way;

Men say, "Yeah I'm going to marry me a hot young thang."  In essence, loving her for her looks, which she had nothing to do with being born with.

Women say, "Yeah I'm going to marry me a rich old man."  In essence, loving him for all his hard work and money and taking it all away in a divorce or just waiting for him to die.

The art of human consumption is something I never expected women, the creators of life, to be the masters of.

Over 80% of the marriages in my close generation family have ended in a woman instigated divorce.  Each one sucking the life and money out of their men when they leave.

They wait years planning, scheming, waiting for the perfect opportunity to act.  They wait until they reach a point where they no longer believe their man has any more to give and they move on to the next best (richer) thing.  Not all the family members I'm talking about are men either.  There are a few B-vorce guilty women with whom I reluctantly share a bloodline.

The only marriages that have survived are marriages that have men that are passive.  Men that just lay back and accept the women as they are and beg them to stay.  The men who allow themselves to be changed and molded into whatever whim their partners hormones dictate on that particular day.

Men are from Mars, Women are straight outta Hell

Women jails are notoriously savage.  Women fights are freakin' crazy.  When women get mad everyone around them suffers the consequences, even innocent by-standers.

Women band together when it's against men but are quick to turn on each other and in a most brutal and hateful manner that guys wouldn't normally do.  Most guys would fist fight it out and then laugh about it before their wounds even heal.  Girls can't share a kitchen but they can share the hell out of a public bathroom.

Why is life this way?  Here is what I think.

Instinct.  Women for thousands of years have been trained to search for the strongest, most reliable provider.  "He with the biggest cave gets the most Neanderthal pussy."

Men have also been trained.

Breast obsession.  "She with the biggest milk sacks will provide the best sustenance to my offspring and she with the biggest butt will provide….ummm….whatever I just like big butts."

Why then aren't ALL women like this if what I say is true?

They are under control.  They have learned or taught themselves to control their actions and emotions and witness the horrible acts of the women around them with open minded eyes.  Just like all real men have learned to control their carnal instincts.  (Until their women decide it is ok for them not to.)

P.S.  It is intentionally extreme.  I am trying to get people to participate in my blogs since what I've written lately hasn't really gotten much attention.  Perhaps this one will inspire you to comment.

Comments:

Apple Something: Not extreme enough for me!  Good start though, I mean, good first attempt at writing a more adventurous blog, I appreciate it.  Would love to read more provocative stuff from you.
This is funny: and she with the biggest butt will provide….ummm….whatever I just like big butts.
I have never cared whether the turlet seat is up or down.  I've really never worried about it since I actually turn on the light and look before I sit.  I even take the time to clean the seat and, if need be, flush any pee that had been left in there by someone who didn't flush, all before I sit my butt down to do my business.
Its not fair that women divorcees get the better bargain most of the time.  I'm not saying this is true for every divorce but you know it happens too often.

Claudia R:
Okay about the toilet I got two brothers so the seat is sometimes down and sometimes up.  Sometimes I wonder if they sit their but cheeks down and pee like a girl.  Sometimes I assume the seat is down and fall into the toilet.  That's pretty funny.  I usually start giggling when that happens or get irritated but it doesn't piss me off to no end like maybe it might someone else.
About the guys and girls things for some things I didn't agree.  But I've never been a good arguer.  That's why I didn't become a lawyer.  Every individual in this earth has the right to believe whatever they want to believe.  But sometimes I think people can end up being bitter or they start putting everyone in categories and stereotypes due to their experiences.  It's interesting to see later on in the future when someone is right or when something in life happens to prove them wrong.  You never know what is going to happen in this life.  Sometimes you get thrown some fastballs. 
I've been analyzing males and females lately.  The first part of the analysis girls and guys were on complete different extremes.  Like I couldn't figure guys out.  I thought they were just playing games.  But then I remembered that girls can do the same thing.  Like you are able to find the same type of behavior in both sexes.  Recently I've been thinking that men and women are human beings and sometimes things in life just bring men and women down to the basics: providing food and shelter, surviving, and sometimes just really simply wanting to enjoy being in the presence of someone (MySpace neuter.)

Bring me water: ok.. i'm late but i'm here! that's what counts right?! hehehe

Bitches will be bitches and dogs will be dogs. Trained bitches and dogs are hard to find.

Oh god the toilet... We have fought about this before... but i see what you’re saying... Guys do have to pick it up to use it too.

About B-vorce: There are tons of gold digging people out there and yeah... Most of them are women.

LOL @ ummm….whatever I just like big butts."

I agree with this post. It’s sad but true. (The post)

Edyth:

I went to try to read this on XXXXXXX page but apparently I'm not on his preferred list...  What a snob.  JK!!!
My favorite part was:  "...whatever I just like big butts."
I couldn't agree more with the "Men are from Mars, Women are straight outta Hell." .  Really...  I can recall more than one occasion where I met a girl, knew absolutely nothing about her, and within the first two minutes of the night, decided I didn't like her.  Sometimes it was my own bitchiness, sometimes I was merely responding to hers.  I've NEVER had the same happen with a guy.  All of my closest friends have ALWAYS been male...  Until the day came when they got a girlfriend and *POOF* our friendship was over. 
I was just thinking over the weekend about how CRAZY I am, I know it, I have just recently come to embrace it...  And I know we ALL are, it's the ones who don't admit or acknowledge it that you have to worry about, those are the real sick ones.  The "It's not me!  It's everybody else!!" wack-jobs.
...I use to feel bad for Clint because of all the madness he had to put up with, until I realized he's a nut too...  I mean, he MARRIED ME!  He had to be pretty f*cked up in the head to get himself into this...  So we're two happy little nuts in a nut jar just livin' it up.  Loving each other's imperfections and recognizing our own.
Yeah, we bitches is crazy!  But you guys LOOOOOOOVE us, and couldn't live without us!  SO what does that make you?   
To quote my darling husband:  "I'm happy just knowing that you're going to be there, every day for the rest of our lives...  To kick me in the balls when I walk in that front door."
Ahhhh love...


St. Claire:

It goes both ways. Yes, women are wild creatures that do not always use the best judgement and have the possibility at all times to become volitile. (But men do too)As for the toilet seat, if I'm in a Man's house I leave it as I've found it. If I'm at a friend's house where both a Man and Woman reside....I leave as I found it. (usually it's down) Before a man get's all too self righteous with the toilet seat being down let's just remind each other that MEN spend splenty of time with the toilet seat DOWN---hence the reading material you take in there-- talk about unsanitary! B-vorce, it goes both ways. People generally as an instinct regress to Survival of the Fittest. For some the importance is on being physically or financially fit. It's hard to find a person that looks for a well rounded fit person (emotionally, physically, financially, intellectually, etc.) because they themselves have to be all of the above first. When you aren't balanced you tend to focus on one attribute that you fool yourself into thinking it will satisfy what you want. The reason we don't all act on our crazy is because some of us recognize we have it....the potential to blow, hurt, fury and rage. I know I am crazy. I know I'm not always in control. I know I have no reason to cry and feel great but sometimes I tear up---why because I'm a chick-that's what we do. Instead of fighting it or trying to understand it, I just leave it be and trip out on it. Just like there are wonderful men out there that get taken advantage of or are treated poorly, there are plenty of women who have been scorned by thoughtless actions. In the end I think this blog could go towards men or women, the bottom line is we are all wacky cause we're humans. Humans are nuts. Posted by St. Claire On Friday, February 09, 2007 at 11:26 PM Mario loves Chava: teach me!!! teach me what you know of women!! for u are wise in every aspect! lol damn hektik cracks me up!! the whole toilet bowl thing is just too funny! he knows quite a bit about the opposite sex. no offense hektikwyfe but i have to agree on all this "women ARE from Hell''. and that whole successful marriage by the man being laid back and accepting everything his girl does is so very true. Posted by Mario loves Chava On Friday, February 09, 2007 at 8:07 PM

Jenny Girl:
(You always inspire long blog comments from me.  I hope you don’t mind!)
The word bitch — originally used for the female members of the canid species, specially dogs — is more often employed in a figurative sense as an insult for a promiscuous woman, or a malicious, spiteful, domineering, intrusive, and/or mean person.  Ouch!
I actually didn't find this offensive at all.  Not in the slightest.  (You worry because I’m female?)  Anyway, it goes both ways, as you stated... women are bitches and men are dogs (aka assholes)... it's all relevant.  Me, being a woman, will be the first to say that women are indeed CATS!  They won’t hesitate to hiss and show their claws.  TSSSSSSSSS… They can get real nasty with men, but even more so with other women.  (Have you ever worked in an office with all women?  I will NEVER again!)  ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
I will also be the first to admit that I am a type A personality kind of girl and I know what I like and I know what I want.  (Some might say “a bitch.”) By no means am I arrogant or over confident – that’s not my style, in fact, both are a peeve and turn-off of mine, in both men and women.  But knowing what I like and what I want translates to =  I do expect a lot from the people in my life and sadly, I am often left disappointed.  The saying goes, “We do not give to receive” but I give a lot to those I love, and out of respect and love, I expect the same in return.  Family, friends, I would do anything for the people I love and again, I would hope they feel the same about me.  Not a bitchy thing to say, but I do see how it might sound it.  I also expect a lot from the man that I am with, but I expect nothing less of myself in giving back, meaning, I love deeply.  More than anything in this life, I love "love" and I love being in love, something that I did not experience until I was 30.  I thought I was in love in the past, but I realize now, it was just love or just lust.  My current love has everything to do with the man that is now in my life.  “The genuinely nice guy” as you say… so yes... HE DOES EXIST!  The nice guy -  I've known them, I’ve dated them, I've loved them, but I now share my life with the best one of them all.  (And not just because he doesn't leave the toilet seat up either!) ..:namespace prefix = v ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" />  As George Sand once wrote, "There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved."  AMEN.  Bitch or not, every girl wants to love and be loved. 
So all in all, sure, women are bitches - we all have that capability. All of us.  How do I know that I can be a bitch?  I've always said my weapon of choice is words.  A bitch knows vocabulary and knows how to use it!  Words hurt most, I know this, but I'm not a violent person, so I guess hurting with words doesn't seem as violent, despite the fact that words hurt and scar sometimes forever.  Truth.  Truth hurts too.  With words and truth as my weapons, I guess I’m more of a psychological, intellectual bitch, if that makes sense.  And please don't think I throw around harsh words or let my bitch side run free on a daily basis, I'm actually a good person; a nice person; a very loving and compassionate person.   I love my family, I adore my friends and really, my mean streak comes out more as of a protection to both myself and those I love, if I feel threatened in any way.  Taunt me, I'll ignore you.  Provoke me, I'll ignore you.  Lie to me, I’ll never let you forget it.  Hurt me, and we’re done.   
Now, as for divorce, I don't really have it in my family - but I've seen what it does to people and it sucks.  And sure, we've all heard stories of women marrying for money or women taking a man for everything he's worth - but what about the men who marry for money, though maybe not as common, or the men who kill their wives to be with other women, or to make good on that ½ million dollar life insurance policy.  Men are cruel too.  It goes both ways - men, women... we're all humans, created by God, so in that regard we're on an equal playing level.  It's how we choose to live our lives as people that separate us, regardless of sex.  Men and women alike have good and evil – dogs, bitches, assholes, looking past it all and seeing the good in everyone, isn't that balance of life? 
Anyway - good blog as always... a bit one-sided, but understandably so... you're not a female, so it's hard for you to write from that perspective.  I'm not a male, and the same goes for me.  But again, isn't that what makes life so great?  Choose to surround yourself with people that inspire you and people that love you, regardless.  Bitches, dogs, assholes of both sexes, it's just a bunch of nouns, look deeper and that’s what truly matters.
HektikLyfe:  FANTASTIC response!  About those men who kill for the money...Anna Nicole Smith.  I have a feeling that lawyer had a lot to do with it and that's why he's fighting for custody of the child.  The inheritance.

Oh and I'm not ashamed to admit that a large percentage of the male gender can also qualify as bitches.
Wife:
I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE how Jenny thinks!
Wow Jenny! I am so glad that I met you. You have a wonderful heart and mind.
HektikLyfe: I agree.  I have much to learn from your optimism and way of thinking.


Wife: WW! Not one comment so far!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe it. This topic is so controversial. I think you should take it out of private and repost it.  (This was the first and she posted it on her page and received all the comments above.)

40 Questions (2-7-07) 40 Reads

(UPDATE:  People were posting MeMe's back in the old days and I decided to add photo's to the answers to make it interesting.)

Current mood:stressed

Stolen from LZBTH.
1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?
Pulled over quite a bit,yes.  Been treated like a criminal even though I was requesting their help, yes.  Patted down, yes.

2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?
Only to make it more exciting when you sit in the front and it's really windy and you lean forward.  (Space Mountain!)

3. When's the last time you've been sledding?
California resident, the only snow around here you sled on your face.  (Lame coke reference.)

4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?
Someone "else" meaning other than who I would regularily sleep with?  No.  I would rather sleep alone.

5. Do you believe in ghosts?
No.  Not the way most people do.

6. Do you consider yourself creative?
Only in my head.  I don't think I do a good job of presenting it to the real world.

7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife?
No.  I think he killed his ex-wife.

8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?
Neither.  I think their both ugly.  People just don't see it because they have "nice personalities."

9. Do you stay friends with your ex's?
Never.  I only have one that I can even speak to and I wouldn't consider her a friend.

10. Do you know how to play poker?
I know the rules but I can't play well.  Unless of course you mean poke'er.  Then that's another game entirely.

11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?
I'm pretty sure when I was a teenager.  I would blink dreams.  It was a trip.

12. What's your favorite commercial?
Right now I think it's "Carrrrrrne asada."

13. What are you allergic to?
Gold diggin' bitches and loudmouth scrubs.


 
15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?
Dude if I do I've already forgotten.

16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?
The Yankees have cooler hats.  Yes.  It's like that.  I don't follow sports because you can buy players.  If it was local teams and the colleges they came from weren't corrupt maybe.  They're still fun to watch I just won't become a fan of any particular team.  Unless they have a cool hat.

17. Have you ever been Ice Skating?
Maybe 6 or 7 times.  It still hurts my ankles every time.

18. How often do you remember your dreams?
Rarely.  Don't we have large quantities every night?  So we remember a small percentage of those we have but when I do man....

19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried?
Hmm.  It's been a long time.


20. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles?
Nope.  But if you start playing them I'll probably know the lyrics.

21. What's the one thing on your mind now?
I can't believe I crashed.

22. Do you believe in love at first sight?
No.  Lust yes.  Infatuation yes.  Love by what I define Love to be, no.

23. Do you know who Ghetto-ass barbie is?
Of course!  Tyra Banks.



24. Do you always wear your seat belt?
Every single time.  I think it saved our lives this weekend.

25 what cell service do you use?
Tree-mobile.  (You need to stand near a tree to get any freakin' reception.)

26. Do you like Sushi?
Can't stand it.  Yet I love ceviche on a tostada...  (Must be the lemon.)

(minus the avocado)

27. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident?
Hmmm.  I narrowly avoided it being fatal but didn't narrowly avoid the accident itself.  How appropriate...

28. What do you wear to bed?
Pajamas.  It used to be boxers but my wife takes care of me now.
29. Been caught stealing?
Yep.  Turned in by my mother for stealing a delicious caramel from the bin.  (I seriously though they were for tasting since I always saw her do it.)  Later as a juvenile I got caught stealing a cassette titled "The Devil Made Me Do It."  I'm not kidding.  I spent and wasted so much money on music that only had one good song in the entire album (you couldn't preview them in my day) that I felt I deserved it.  I still do.  Fuck music labels.

30. what shoe size do you have?
9.5.

31. Do you truly hate anyone?
Hate as in would actually risk going to jail if I killed, no.  They are not worth it.  But if it could be an accident?  I'd have to think a whole lot about that.

32. Classic Rock or Rap?
Either of those two has some good songs.  But if I can't understand the lyrics or hear a beat it isn't worth my time.  Both are notorious for being undecipherable at times.
33. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be?
Totoro.

34. Are you a virgin?
Yes.  I was born in August.
35. Have you ever sang in front of the mirror?
Yes.  Usually I just exaggeratedly lip sync whatever song is on the radio.  Especially if it's African American 70's intercourse music.  "Make sweet LOOOOVE to ya babay."

36. What food do you find disgusting?
Anything that doesn't look like food.  Food being fruits, vegetables, meats and desserts.

37. Do you sing in the shower?
Under my breath sometimes.  I don't live alone.
38. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours"?
Of course.  In elementary school I once took my imitation Voltron to school to show and became the laughing stock.

39. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?
Behind, in front, beside (I'm with stupid--->)  It makes life fun.

40. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?
Quite a bit.  We should all do this more often.

Comments:

Wife:Awww, I'm sorry about imitation voltron. This was a cool blog. I like that you chose the pictures to post.

 Bring me Water: 5. Do you believe in ghosts?
No.  Not the way most people do. (What?! ... explain)  (I did later in the of Light blog.)

31. Do you truly hate anyone?
Hate as in would actually risk going to jail if I killed, no.  They are not worth it.  But if it could be an accident?  I'd have to think a whole lot about that. (ahaha! but.. there's always a but....)

Apple Something:
I LOVE that one about you singing in front of a mirror!   
Yeah, adding pictures to blogs takes a lot of time but it makes it so much more attractive and more fun to read.

Jenny Girl: Good stuff.  I love the illustrations - it makes it much more fun!

Exhaling Negativity (5-18-07) 37 Reads

(Update:  OK let me first apologize for this one.  I was being a whinny bitch.  I was posting blogs that weren't getting much activity and then the people who were subscribed to my blogs would post...similarly themed blogs and they would get hundreds of comments and it was pissing me off.  I didn't point that little fact out then, I couldn't.)

Current mood:exhausted

No fancy artwork title today, I'm on my PDA and also feeling a little negative. (Message to my frequent readers: this us NOT about you, it's directed towards those quiet ghosts.) (Quiet ghosts were the people who would read your blog and not say a word.)

What is it that you guys do so right?

I put a lot of time, thought and consideration into what other people would like to discuss. I don't even get half the comments other thoughtless (and frequently typo riddled) one sentence blogs get.

What am I doing wrong? I've stated time and again that I welcome disagreements and discussions. Even that doesn't get people talking. I even joined a few blog groups, which was demeaning, to try to trump up some activity.

Honestly I'd rather listen to what my friends had to say but after some suggestions I decided to pimp myself out like that.

If you have any ideas or suggestions that you feel might convince people to speak up, please let me know. I hope its either the subject matter or the way I write. Currently I feel it may be me personally. Other people write the same shit I write about and they get rave responses. I participate in other people's blogs and sometimes it seems as if they're trying to pretend I don't exist. I've had people delete entire blogs after my comments. What the hell!?

If you're reading this and you're feeling guilty because you've done that, don't. I can count a total of five different people in my short list of acquaintances that have done that so don't feel bad but at least do me the honor of telling me what I did wrong. Did it anger you that I disagreed with you? Did I make a crude joke? Did I prove you wrong? Was I wrong?

Meh. I'm just venting. Don't feel obligated to respond. Keep pretending like I'm not really here. Tomorrow is a new day and I'll be over it.

Comments:

(Apparently there were a lot of comments but they were deleted by MySpace)

Lynn: I totally agree with everyone!!! I also feel the same way noone really takes the time to comment but yet they are a part of your blog group.....its hard for me so I will begin with an apology....I really dont have that much time on my hands like I use to with the kids house work and other things going on....but to anyone who doesnt take time to read the intellectual ( I hope I spelled that right) blogs you write may be its because they arent able to read and understand them.....to many big words or it just isnt short.......hope you find the right solution for you and that things (MySpace neutered comment.)

Rahcool: Don't feel bad man, usually people comment on blogs that are kind of dumb and that don't really require them to think. There's really nothing you can do to spark enthusiasm. It's like if Noam Chomsky felt bad that most people don't read his work so instead he began writing another Harry Potter sequel. You have to decide if you want to blog about your personal meaningful observations about life, or if you want to write so people read what you write. If you remember correctly we used to have heated discussions on my blogs but my blogs are becoming (MySpace neutered comment.)
HektikLyfe:
You know what, I think you guys are totally right.  Now that I think about it my blogs HAVE been rather self-centered.
I'm going to try harder to write more...socially acceptable blogs.
Your input is much appreciated.

 Wife: I think you should invite more people to subscribe to your blogs. And I think you should join a blogging group and invite those participating people to be your friends and subscribe to your blogs as well.