Whether it's a boulder in the road or a dick head boss, obstacles are objects, ideas or people in between yourself and a goal. I'm always big on telling people to identify their obstacle and find ways to negotiate the path. I'm stuck on a chapter in my book but while I know the steps I need to take to get around the object I find myself hesitant to proceed.
Am I scared of the obstacle? Ive been procrastinating like a mofo! Now I find myself all but ready to hit this chapter hard... Then "Before I Self Destruct" starring 50 Cent comes on as a late night movie... Guilty pleasure; Rapper movies.
50 gets a B
Lloyd Banks gets a B -
Everyone else gets a B too...
The director on the other hand, SUCKS. It's like 50 wrote the movie and nobody revised his draft except Tony Yayo. The one thing I will say is I think 50 is a genuine good guy bc the only times he seems 100% natural is when he's interacting with his little brother in the movie.
50's little brother is a boy genius, going to NYC public schools but being recruited by the ivy leagues at age 12. 50 is an ex high school basketball star turned neighborhood hit man. Mom (who looked as old as 50) dies in some cross fire early so it's just 50 & the kid. bet the kid dies. 50 & The Kid should be a western movie starring Curtis Jackson and Justin Beiber.
So, my obstacle is 50 Cent....
Ugggh.
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Sunday, July 31, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Seattle...
Hey Seattle... Are you friggin kidding me?
Let's talk about a few things.
1. It's almost August and I've used my windshield wipers ever day this week.
2. The Mariners just lost their 17th in a row.
3. We're opting out of re-signing Matt Hasselbeck to sign two of the league's most mediocre quarterbacks.
Phenomenal day for the city, don't you think? Now let's get into it.
The rain? I get it, it's Seattle. And truthfully it's been really warm when it's raining so it's not that bad. What is bad is when all the forecasts say it'll be sunny and 70, only to emerge from a building at any given time in the day to be sprinkled on like you're next to a staggering drunk at the trough of a mens room in the Kingdome.
It's real hard to plan a tee time or even pick out your outfit with weather like this. I feel like Mother Nature is on the rag. Make up your mind lady! Now being a Seattlite my whole life, I know that August through mid-October is generally our nicest time, but the words June and July should be synonomous with sunshine. I wouldn't want to live in Arizona or Southern California where it's warm 85% of the time, but give me a break. We paid our dues during Fall, Winter and Spring. I get a sense that the government controls our weather.
I digress.
Mariners? Not worth it. Their offense is pathetic and their defense shows up at all the wrong times.
Seahawks? Hmmm... Let's be honest, if you're not a football fan or a Seahawks fan in particular, you can probably stop reading. But if you are a fan, I'm interested to hear your perspective on today's moves.
The lockout is over, teams are free to start wheelin and dealin and Pete Carroll does not waste any time. From the get-go everyone knew a lockout was coming, Hasselbeck was clearly going into free agency, yet we did not re-sign him before the lockout. I figured the front office was being practical; Why committ to a contract right before a new Collective Bargaining Agreement will be created, possibly giving the owners more leverage in negotiations?
Well the lockout is over and it looks like Hasselbeck is done in Seattle. Part of me is bummed as he really was the embodiment of Seahawk football as I know it as an adult. I wasn't always his biggest fan (I'm sure many hold a similar opinion to Dave Kreig), but he was our leader and in reality, he led us to some great seasons. Amidst a shitty line, injuries both to his main weapons as well as himself, he still got out there and played his butt off.
There are definitely some stupid interceptions burned into my memory and nobody can forget that day in Green Bay when he uttered those idiotic words before OT... "We want the ball and we're gonna score." Truthfully I hope he keeps his houses here and retires here, because the man is a fantastic role model and does great things for the community. However I'm more than happy to have my team whoop his ass twice a season.
Our new quarterback scenario? It's actually not as bad as one might think. We have Charlie "Clipboard Jesus" Whitehurst who came in the last game of the season to beat the Rams to clinch the division and a playoff birth. And as far as what is on the schedule (free agents can't sign until Friday), Tarvaris Jackson formerly a Viking and USC golden boy, Matt Leinart are both set to sign with the Seahawks.
Jackson's career passer rating in six seasons is higher than any of Hasselbecks last three seasons. Not the most solid stat in the world, but it's a start. Jackson is also reunited with his offensive coordinator from Minnesota in Darrell Bevell; That should help ease his transition onto the team. Leinart? Well, he's a wild card. Truthfully I think he's athletic and talented, but as a first round pick with a lot of expectation he did not rise to the occassion.
I bet we get him fairly cheap, if he looks good in camp, he'll make the team and be a solid backup. I think Seattle is a great place for him to maybe get his shit together since he's with his college coach that recruited him, taught him and helped him thrive. This is a Heisman winner, let's not forget.
TONS of players play below their abilities in certain environments. Some times it's their own faults for acting like bitches, but I'd be willing to bet a city laid back like Seattle, with his college coach and the right opportunities, Matt Leinart could seriously compete for the starting spot. But him being a lefty, I think Carroll's opinion of the performance of the two rookie lineman on the right side will impact his decision on whether Leinart should be the starter or not. Talented or not, the blind side must be protected.
At the end of the day I'd be willing to bet that of the three QB's I mentioned, only two make it out of camp. We'll bring in some cheap young buck as the third stringer and we'll use the extra cap room to make some other moves. (re-signing Mebane and going after Robert Gallery)
The Seahawks news I'm undecided on. I'm half excited, half like "WTF?". I have just enough faith in Pete Carroll to not stew on it just yet. Thankfully camp starts this week and we'll be in games in about a month so we won't have to wait too long to see everything come to fruition. Let's win the division again, make some moves to allow us to trade down for a good rookie QB in the draft next season... AND we're golden.
Seattle- we have a love/hate relationship. I hated you at the beginning of this blog, but now I sort of love you again. Thanks for listening.
Let's talk about a few things.
1. It's almost August and I've used my windshield wipers ever day this week.
2. The Mariners just lost their 17th in a row.
3. We're opting out of re-signing Matt Hasselbeck to sign two of the league's most mediocre quarterbacks.
Phenomenal day for the city, don't you think? Now let's get into it.
The rain? I get it, it's Seattle. And truthfully it's been really warm when it's raining so it's not that bad. What is bad is when all the forecasts say it'll be sunny and 70, only to emerge from a building at any given time in the day to be sprinkled on like you're next to a staggering drunk at the trough of a mens room in the Kingdome.
It's real hard to plan a tee time or even pick out your outfit with weather like this. I feel like Mother Nature is on the rag. Make up your mind lady! Now being a Seattlite my whole life, I know that August through mid-October is generally our nicest time, but the words June and July should be synonomous with sunshine. I wouldn't want to live in Arizona or Southern California where it's warm 85% of the time, but give me a break. We paid our dues during Fall, Winter and Spring. I get a sense that the government controls our weather.
I digress.
Mariners? Not worth it. Their offense is pathetic and their defense shows up at all the wrong times.
Seahawks? Hmmm... Let's be honest, if you're not a football fan or a Seahawks fan in particular, you can probably stop reading. But if you are a fan, I'm interested to hear your perspective on today's moves.
The lockout is over, teams are free to start wheelin and dealin and Pete Carroll does not waste any time. From the get-go everyone knew a lockout was coming, Hasselbeck was clearly going into free agency, yet we did not re-sign him before the lockout. I figured the front office was being practical; Why committ to a contract right before a new Collective Bargaining Agreement will be created, possibly giving the owners more leverage in negotiations?
Well the lockout is over and it looks like Hasselbeck is done in Seattle. Part of me is bummed as he really was the embodiment of Seahawk football as I know it as an adult. I wasn't always his biggest fan (I'm sure many hold a similar opinion to Dave Kreig), but he was our leader and in reality, he led us to some great seasons. Amidst a shitty line, injuries both to his main weapons as well as himself, he still got out there and played his butt off.
There are definitely some stupid interceptions burned into my memory and nobody can forget that day in Green Bay when he uttered those idiotic words before OT... "We want the ball and we're gonna score." Truthfully I hope he keeps his houses here and retires here, because the man is a fantastic role model and does great things for the community. However I'm more than happy to have my team whoop his ass twice a season.
Our new quarterback scenario? It's actually not as bad as one might think. We have Charlie "Clipboard Jesus" Whitehurst who came in the last game of the season to beat the Rams to clinch the division and a playoff birth. And as far as what is on the schedule (free agents can't sign until Friday), Tarvaris Jackson formerly a Viking and USC golden boy, Matt Leinart are both set to sign with the Seahawks.
Jackson's career passer rating in six seasons is higher than any of Hasselbecks last three seasons. Not the most solid stat in the world, but it's a start. Jackson is also reunited with his offensive coordinator from Minnesota in Darrell Bevell; That should help ease his transition onto the team. Leinart? Well, he's a wild card. Truthfully I think he's athletic and talented, but as a first round pick with a lot of expectation he did not rise to the occassion.
I bet we get him fairly cheap, if he looks good in camp, he'll make the team and be a solid backup. I think Seattle is a great place for him to maybe get his shit together since he's with his college coach that recruited him, taught him and helped him thrive. This is a Heisman winner, let's not forget.
TONS of players play below their abilities in certain environments. Some times it's their own faults for acting like bitches, but I'd be willing to bet a city laid back like Seattle, with his college coach and the right opportunities, Matt Leinart could seriously compete for the starting spot. But him being a lefty, I think Carroll's opinion of the performance of the two rookie lineman on the right side will impact his decision on whether Leinart should be the starter or not. Talented or not, the blind side must be protected.
At the end of the day I'd be willing to bet that of the three QB's I mentioned, only two make it out of camp. We'll bring in some cheap young buck as the third stringer and we'll use the extra cap room to make some other moves. (re-signing Mebane and going after Robert Gallery)
The Seahawks news I'm undecided on. I'm half excited, half like "WTF?". I have just enough faith in Pete Carroll to not stew on it just yet. Thankfully camp starts this week and we'll be in games in about a month so we won't have to wait too long to see everything come to fruition. Let's win the division again, make some moves to allow us to trade down for a good rookie QB in the draft next season... AND we're golden.
Seattle- we have a love/hate relationship. I hated you at the beginning of this blog, but now I sort of love you again. Thanks for listening.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Words
Words
Some people utter them simply to make a noise,
Some are spoken, but meant to be kept between the boys.
But what annoys and destroys all the thoughts that we employ,
Is that the words that we choose to use, well, some we need to avoid.
Bullshit, fuck, douschebag, cunt.
Words given meaning for you to be able to what?
SPEAK THEM.
I’m sorry that the words relayed are a little abrasive,
But it’s better they come right for you rather than remaining evasive.
We become persuasive because of our choice of these words,
Nouns plus an adjective and the occasional verb…
We speak to convey our thoughts or position,
Some might say, “I must pay student loans.” I say, “Fuck tuition.”
Now the first might imply that a person is polite, but your sentence, though factual, does not contain your plight.
I think it’s fair to say, the latter statement was informative,
Even just reading it, you can imagine me performing it.
These words indicate, describe, portray and explain, everything from love, hate, jealousy, guilt and pain.
So excuse me for indicating that my perspective has zeal, why say anything at all if you don’t get how I feel?
“Blow me” means no thank you. “Fo sho” means of course. If we’re going to “put something in the air” that means meet me on the back porch.
But my words, much like my passion are a necessity of existance, the reason I speak and write like I do is because I don’t believe in resistance.
Your brain produces thoughts, but society installs a filter, and not saying what you mean will soon knock you off kilter. So as we pilfer the opinion from snobs on political correctness, you’ll read this rant or my blogs and you probably won’t get this…
But if you don’t do what you say and say what you feel, any feeling of freedom is not really real.
Casey Anthony is a shit head.
Some people utter them simply to make a noise,
Some are spoken, but meant to be kept between the boys.
But what annoys and destroys all the thoughts that we employ,
Is that the words that we choose to use, well, some we need to avoid.
Bullshit, fuck, douschebag, cunt.
Words given meaning for you to be able to what?
SPEAK THEM.
I’m sorry that the words relayed are a little abrasive,
But it’s better they come right for you rather than remaining evasive.
We become persuasive because of our choice of these words,
Nouns plus an adjective and the occasional verb…
We speak to convey our thoughts or position,
Some might say, “I must pay student loans.” I say, “Fuck tuition.”
Now the first might imply that a person is polite, but your sentence, though factual, does not contain your plight.
I think it’s fair to say, the latter statement was informative,
Even just reading it, you can imagine me performing it.
These words indicate, describe, portray and explain, everything from love, hate, jealousy, guilt and pain.
So excuse me for indicating that my perspective has zeal, why say anything at all if you don’t get how I feel?
“Blow me” means no thank you. “Fo sho” means of course. If we’re going to “put something in the air” that means meet me on the back porch.
But my words, much like my passion are a necessity of existance, the reason I speak and write like I do is because I don’t believe in resistance.
Your brain produces thoughts, but society installs a filter, and not saying what you mean will soon knock you off kilter. So as we pilfer the opinion from snobs on political correctness, you’ll read this rant or my blogs and you probably won’t get this…
But if you don’t do what you say and say what you feel, any feeling of freedom is not really real.
Casey Anthony is a shit head.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
An Interesting, Low-Key, yet fulfilling Friday
I have been on a decent tear with my writing lately. Watching my story bloom in front of my eyes has been refreshing. However it comes with a price. I've been up late and up early all week and today it all finally caught up with me.
Exhausted to start off my Friday I grabbed a coffee which didn't help, then later picked up a Rockstar. What that led to was headache and me crawling into bed almost immediately after coming home from work. Sleeping until 9pm I woke up to find my wife ready for bed. It was a quiet Friday. But I truthfully love the Fridays where I'm doing close to nothing.
From there I watched the last hour of 8 mile and about 40 minutes of that new show "Torchwood: Miracle Day"... Motivating myself to do a few things this evening I got up and went into the office... This is when the night motivated me to write something.
Thirsty I went to the fridge. A lot of you know I've developed an intolerance to what I think is sulphites. What that means is no beer or wine. After going about a year without a single beer (but plenty of bourbon) I tried a Coors Light a couple of weeks ago which was said to have no sulphites, and I lived. Staring into my fridge I had some Bud Light from a recent party. So I got bold and went for it. So far so good.
Sitting down in my office chair with a rare beer, I turned on the tv to find some background noise. A replay of this years BCS Championship was on, so that's what I'm watching. Ahhhhhh, football is near. NFL or not, atleast the colleges won't bend me over this season.
Realizing I still needed to bring the trash cans in, I went outside. The dog followed me as did our 7 month old cat. Having been fairly careful at acclimating the cat to the outdoors over the past few months, there hasn't been a lot of times that I'd seen him out front. Walking to the mailbox one house down, I needed to grab the mail I neglected to pick up earlier, the dog and cat followed excitedly. The kitten sprinted past me with the and stopped right at the mailbox. The sound of the pads of his paws connecting with the pavement was loud in relation to the silence on my street. I grab the mail, the dog and cat fight in the tall grass by the mailbox, we go back. However after a moment of quietly wrestling in the front yard in the warm Friday air, the dog darted for the gate knowing that's where I was going, but the cat darted down the street as if going for a jog.
The cat got two houses down when he finally stopped. Attempting to lure him back, he ignored my calls. Shooting across the street and into the dark I thought, "I hope he knows what he's doing." Walking away assuming my animal was smart enough to find his way home I brought the garbage cans in and closed the gate.
Me and the dog come back inside and I sit down at my desk reviewing the mail. Seeing a medium sized manilla envelope addressed to both me and my wife I curiously open it. Opening it up with my knife I see two cards wrapped in tissue paper. They were hand made cards from my step-grandmother that I haven't really spoken to since my Grandfather died a few years back. Inside my card laid a crisp $5 bill. Haha. I love this woman. 29 year old married man with a mortgage still gets a crisp $5 bill for his birthday.
This woman is notorious for her hand made hippy gifts. I'm going to list a few fun gifts of the past.
-Home made bags of carmel corn for Christmas (I was like 8..)
-Home made survival kits complete with alcohol wipes, re-usable spork, a space blanket and a packet of space food in a nice piece of tupperware. (Birthday gift)
-A necklace made from a leather string, a purple rock of some kind and some wiring to hold the rock.
And she always wrapped the presents in FOIL??????? lmao. My grandpa had money too, so it made it that much funnier. She's such a nice person, but weird as hell.
Ooh, it looks like the Ducks and Tigers are tied at 19. Who will win???
Looks like Dexter found his way home b/c he's eating very loudly right now.
I'm going to swap out my podcast logo, courtesy of my talented wife.
Then I'm going to bed as I have a Sounders game to attend tomorrow.
Overall I'm content with my Friday.
-Management.
Exhausted to start off my Friday I grabbed a coffee which didn't help, then later picked up a Rockstar. What that led to was headache and me crawling into bed almost immediately after coming home from work. Sleeping until 9pm I woke up to find my wife ready for bed. It was a quiet Friday. But I truthfully love the Fridays where I'm doing close to nothing.
From there I watched the last hour of 8 mile and about 40 minutes of that new show "Torchwood: Miracle Day"... Motivating myself to do a few things this evening I got up and went into the office... This is when the night motivated me to write something.
Thirsty I went to the fridge. A lot of you know I've developed an intolerance to what I think is sulphites. What that means is no beer or wine. After going about a year without a single beer (but plenty of bourbon) I tried a Coors Light a couple of weeks ago which was said to have no sulphites, and I lived. Staring into my fridge I had some Bud Light from a recent party. So I got bold and went for it. So far so good.
Sitting down in my office chair with a rare beer, I turned on the tv to find some background noise. A replay of this years BCS Championship was on, so that's what I'm watching. Ahhhhhh, football is near. NFL or not, atleast the colleges won't bend me over this season.
Realizing I still needed to bring the trash cans in, I went outside. The dog followed me as did our 7 month old cat. Having been fairly careful at acclimating the cat to the outdoors over the past few months, there hasn't been a lot of times that I'd seen him out front. Walking to the mailbox one house down, I needed to grab the mail I neglected to pick up earlier, the dog and cat followed excitedly. The kitten sprinted past me with the and stopped right at the mailbox. The sound of the pads of his paws connecting with the pavement was loud in relation to the silence on my street. I grab the mail, the dog and cat fight in the tall grass by the mailbox, we go back. However after a moment of quietly wrestling in the front yard in the warm Friday air, the dog darted for the gate knowing that's where I was going, but the cat darted down the street as if going for a jog.
The cat got two houses down when he finally stopped. Attempting to lure him back, he ignored my calls. Shooting across the street and into the dark I thought, "I hope he knows what he's doing." Walking away assuming my animal was smart enough to find his way home I brought the garbage cans in and closed the gate.
Me and the dog come back inside and I sit down at my desk reviewing the mail. Seeing a medium sized manilla envelope addressed to both me and my wife I curiously open it. Opening it up with my knife I see two cards wrapped in tissue paper. They were hand made cards from my step-grandmother that I haven't really spoken to since my Grandfather died a few years back. Inside my card laid a crisp $5 bill. Haha. I love this woman. 29 year old married man with a mortgage still gets a crisp $5 bill for his birthday.
This woman is notorious for her hand made hippy gifts. I'm going to list a few fun gifts of the past.
-Home made bags of carmel corn for Christmas (I was like 8..)
-Home made survival kits complete with alcohol wipes, re-usable spork, a space blanket and a packet of space food in a nice piece of tupperware. (Birthday gift)
-A necklace made from a leather string, a purple rock of some kind and some wiring to hold the rock.
And she always wrapped the presents in FOIL??????? lmao. My grandpa had money too, so it made it that much funnier. She's such a nice person, but weird as hell.
Ooh, it looks like the Ducks and Tigers are tied at 19. Who will win???
Looks like Dexter found his way home b/c he's eating very loudly right now.
I'm going to swap out my podcast logo, courtesy of my talented wife.
Then I'm going to bed as I have a Sounders game to attend tomorrow.
Overall I'm content with my Friday.
-Management.
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