Wednesday, January 22, 2014

I Thought All Butter Dishes Were Boring Until I Saw This One

I've been on the look out for a butter dish for years. I've seen many but what I am looking for is a one with a handle. Sounds simple but I've yet to find one. My wife made me one by using crafting glue and a knob but it was not meant for this world and it died a horrible death only glass and a hard surface can experience.
I was out walking and I went to the thrift store near by and I found this butter dish. I thought it was too cool but they want $5 and some change for it. It wasn't that cool. I will wait it out and if no one buys it and they mark it down, I'm buying it.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Twelve Days of Vengeance

Twelve Days of Vengeance

I have an old Christmas short story I'm giving away for free. This is a free ebook. It's available at Smashwords and comes in more formats than I can list.
It's about a man with a clouded past that discovers his wife has been taken captive by bandit from the hills. He gives chase hoping to meet up with them and save her. It all happen during the Christmas season of old.
Give is a read and please leave a review if you don't mind.

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Sunday, December 1, 2013

Review: Only God Forgives

I had the pleasure of renting Only God Forgives. I must warn you, it's not a fast paced movie. It's slow and drawn out like a knife to the gut. There is minimal dialogue but a lot of story. The interior and exterior scenes are a major part of the cinematography. Color is a major player as well. I am reminded of Kubrick and Lynch when I watch this movie. The use of long shots and open doors to frame the scenes are an example as well of the use of fantasy and symbolism in exchange for dialogue.
This is a noir style genre, where the anti-hero is against all odds of gaining the upper hand yet he still is determined to try. Gosling's character does try and his downward spiral is hard to watch but you can't turn away. If he can endure it, so can you.
Watch it not to be pumped up and entertained but watch it to be transported to a dark and dismal world filled with color and wrath.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

A Father's Joy

My first born was born not breathing and to expect one outcome and to witness another was very traumatic for me and poetry helps me to face this event in my life.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

dying of embarrassment

A shout out to the Poetry Jam next Saturday the 9th at Howie and Sons. I am taking part and I had a poem stuck deep inside of me. I've avoided it for a long time because it deals with one of most tragic days of my life. That being the birth of my first born. In the end, it all turned out to be a happy ending but the road to get there was horrific. So what do I do? I go to a public place, Starbucks, and pour my soul out onto paper. Not one of my brightest ideas but that's my story. So, after I get through that and dry my tears, I am pretty spent and not the sexy kind of spent that just popped into my head but the dragged through the mud and wish I was asleep kind of spent. So, I sat there to finish my coffee and checked Facebook for someone to message me and no one did. Sadface. That's when I notice a woman I remember from church when I attended. She was with another woman I did not recognize until later. Apparently the other woman, whom I don't know from church but through my kids, had lost a lot of weight and was prancing around looking for compliments. I did not give her one verbally. I thought she looked good but then I recognized her. I remembered she has a dark heart and there is no popular method to rid oneself of that and all her work to look good went down the drain as far as I'm concerned. This is probably more of a big deal for her than I could imagine because she's one of those ladies who live and breath by her appearances and what others think of her. Not that here life is perfect, I know what happens behind her door. Teenaged girls have loose lips to sink their mother's ships. So I gathered my things and left. I had walked to Starbucks and after a cup of their Thanksgiving Roast I had more pep to my step than the trip earlier. My caffeine high ended abruptly when as I was walking I stepped too close to the grass and into a dip on the lawn and down goes Frazier.  I wondered as I was laid out on the sidewalk, was I smited for my bad thoughts of another? I don't know. I'll be more loving next time. I picked myself up and continued home.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Hanging with Abby

 My wife, Jen, took 3 out of 4 of our children camping. I had to work and Abby had a choir concert, so we stayed behind. The concert was at this very lovely home called the Bennett Ranch. I guess they have other events there because they are set up with a kitchen and the grounds are beautiful. The concert was cool. The kids did a Beatles medley.
Afterwards we went home to chill and relax. In the morning we went to Tacos El Grullo for breakfast burrito. We were going to see a movie later and had time to kill. I took Abby on an adventure. I wanted to show her this super awesome gate on Oakmore near Prosperity in Tulare. Was also cool and didn't take a picture of was the front yard. They have metal sculptures dinosuars and a oil rig.
When we finished that, I showed her a double decker bus. I was behind a tree/bush but you can see the front of it clearly. You don't see those very often in the states and not at all in Tulare. So I thought. It too was on Oakmore.
We then went to the movie. We saw R.I.P.D. It wasn't a great movie but it was fun. Movies are meant to be fun. That was my weekend, hanging with Abby.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Flash Fiction: Doctered Pep

When I take a break at work, I often stare at the big soda machine. It has a small silent radio that scrolls an everlasting sales pitch to me to drink its sodas. Sometimes I give in, sometimes I ignore the thing and buy chips.

Truck drivers come into the break room all the time; seeing someone I didn't recognize bang on the soda machine was no big deal.
“Eat your money, did it," I asked?
He was lost in the moment and didn't answer me at first. I was about to walk away and leave him to his business when he spoke," Money? What money?"
"You did put money in the machine, didn't you?"
He looked at me dumbfounded, "Why would I ever give this ungrateful piece of clockwork my money?"
He looked serious when he said it,"Because the sodas aren't free. You have to pay for them."
I fished in my pocket for 3 coins, dropped them in the slot, made my choice and watched the can drop. I took it, opened it and drank it, "See how easy that is."
I pulled out 3 more coins and offered them to the stranger. His reaction was almost angry, "You were cheated, sir. Intergalactic law states that any humanoid encountering a sodtoid may take one can for refreshment during cosmic travel. It’s their ministry."
I was scared but I thought maybe he was just joking. I pray he was joking, "But I'm not traveling the cosmos," I smiled a nervous smile.
He looked me up and down, "Well, thats okay then, fundraising and all." He turned around and continued slapping the machine, “I think I got it. It was just stuck."
He slapped the glass at 12 o'clock, 6 o'clock, twisted the return lever, spun around twice and kicked it square in the door drop. His foot got stuck and he hopped around on one foot until his foot came loose. He cocked his head back and looked at me and smiled, "That did it."
He then pressed the button of the soda of his choice. The can hopped down from its perch and fell down below. The stranger knelt down and claimed his refreshment and left. I was intrigued and I followed him out to his big blue rig. He started it up and turned on his runner lights. Well, they looked like runner lights. The truck and trailer began to glow from underneath. It then began to raise.  As it hovered above my head, the driver stuck his head out and nodded his head, shot a me a couple of times with a finger gun and then rocketed off into the sky.