Monday Song #30

The other day, while thinking of nothing in particular, I remembered that I missed a soundtrack during “Soundtracks That I Bought” month. During my angst ridden teenage years, I bought the Judgement Night soundtrack because of it’s awesomeness. It’s fusion of two very different genres into one soul-completing opus was clearly forgettable….until now. I swear there was a video for the song by Helmet and House of Pain, but I couldn’t find it anywhere, so Onyx and Biohazard is going to have to do. After some thought, I’m pretty sure I never saw this movie, but I am sure I rocked out to this alone in my room instead of doing homework quite often. Sorry, I just have to do this:



Beware of This Web Site

I saw something the other day that I feel compelled to share with you all, especially those with kids.  I came across a website  Forgive me if I’m late to the party on this, but the games I saw on this site were shocking and it is troubling that our kids have easy access to this stuff.  I know kids can find everything from bare-knuckle street fighting to Paris Hilton’s sex tape on the web, but there is a twist to this web site, and for suspense’s sake, I will tell you what that twist is after I tell you about the two games I played.

I checked out the “Girls Game” section so I can scout out what I have to play defense against while raising my daughters.  The first game I played was called “Goodnight Kiss.”  It is simply a teenage boy and girl (dressed in a half-shirt of course) standing outside a house at night.  Clicking the mouse button causes the couple to start making out, and the boy rubs his hand up and down the girl’s back.  The object of the game is to avoid getting caught by either people walking by or the mom and dad in the house, so when you see the light go on inside, you have to let go of the mouse, and then continue as soon as the old man opens the door, closes it, and goes back in.  Sweet.  A game about making out and not getting caught.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Awesome.

The second game I played was entitled “Our World.”  This is a game that is basically a bunch of teenagers standing around a mall.  I was given a “mission” by a sassy-ily dressed young lady who stood in the corner and had the appearance of what a “popular” girl would look like (up-top pony-tailed hair, midriff showing, tons of make-up).  My mission was to change my hair, shirt, pants, or sneakers, then report back to her for a reward.  I entered one of the clothing stores to try some clothes on and thought this was a little less harmless than the sneaky make-out game I just got done with.  I was informed that in order to change my appearance, I needed to have at least 15 “gems” to buy anything, so I left the store and started looking for some.  I clicked on the atm see what happens, and found out I could buy gems using my PayPal or mobile phone account.  Great, a painless way to buy money that will buy clothes that will impress other virtual teens.  The one way to earn free gems is to watch a video, and the one I got to see was a three-minute video about BECK’S BEER’S new project involving hip artists.  Of course there’s plenty of “Tired of seeing ads? Click here for an account upgrade” sidebar, because who wants to watch ads when a click on the PayPal account will streamline the clothes buying missions.

So the making out and the shopping mission games were only on the girl’s site.  The home page of the is mainly geared towards boys.  Without clicking on anything, you will see your choice of games which include images of jacked guys with machine guns, a dinosaur with blood dripping from its mouth, and a mystical young lady dressed in tight fitting outfit and her animated boobies prominently on display, so that wouldn’t warp any youngsters mind.  I know kids discover adult things before the adults in their lives are ready to show them, but here is the shocking piece I alluded to at the beginning:

The link to both of these sites are on

While you may think your toddler is innocently playing with Dora and Boots, one click in the wrong place and he or she could be shooting a machine gun or making out with the captain of the football team.  The links are not prominently displayed, but they are there, and with touch screens being so common, it is not impossible that a 3 or 4 year old could accidentally click in a wrong place.  I posted all the links below, and I encourage parents to check these games out just so you know what is out there and think twice about giving Dora more screen time.

Here are the links:

You have to look down the bottom of the screen for the link, but it is there:


Thanks for reading, everyone!

A Walk in the (Grave)Park

I was walking through the old cemetery near my house the other morning, and it was just perfect.  The sun was just coming up, the dew was fresh, the kids were well-behaved, so I whipped out the camera.  This morning reminded me of the many articles and blogs I’ve read about how great cemeteries are for taking pictures.  There are so many different angles and subjects that have the potential to make a picture great.  Anyway, I took some really nice pics, and on this blog I try not to do the, “Hey everyone, look what I just saw,” kind of post, but I just had to share a few pics from that morning.





I’m showing this picture because it’s one that I always take when I’m photographing nature and all it’s marvels.  I get in the zone, thinking, “This is awesome…..and that is beautiful, and look at that.  This is just great.”  Well sometimes in the moment everything looks great, but when you look at the picture afterwards, you get something like this totally deep masterpiece:





This is a random historical place.  A block away from my house lies the 14th President of the USA.  Franklin Pierce’s grave is in this old cemetery, and you would never now unless someone told you, or like me, stumbled across it.  There is no sign or “historical place” marker or anything that would tip you off that a President is buried here.



America, eff yeah!



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Insanity Prompted

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Here is another creative writing prompt from Writer’s Digest.  I whittled it down to exactly 500 words. I hope you enjoy it.

One morning you awake to find yourself in a straight jacket, being taken off to an asylum. How do you prove your sanity? What do the guards and psychiatrists say you did?

Post your response 500 words or fewer.


“Is this the guy, Boss?”

(Holding up a picture…) “Yeah that’s him.  Let’s go.”

Wait, this is getting stressful.  I should go ahead and wake up, just like all those other times I’ve had crazy dreams.  Wait.  What the hell?  I’m already awake?! Why can’t I move my arms!!??

“What is going on?  Where are you taking me?”  I have got to break loose!….. Well that’s not happening with Hanz and Franz on either side of me.  Maybe if I push and pull, on three:  one, two, three, “Ggggrrrrrrr, rrrroooaarrrrrr, you sons of bitches!!!! Let me go!! RRROOOOOOOOAAAARRRR!!!”

“Doc, we got a fighter and a growler!”

“Put him down.”

Head woozy.  Ha, I knew I was dreaming. I’m in bed. But wait, why can’t I move my arms.  I AM in a straight jacket!! What the…

“Who are you? Where am I?”

“Vee ver very vorried about yooouu Meestir Sadovski. Vee have not seem anyone eat zat many boofaloo vings in za history of eeeating.”

“So you thought it was a good idea to  drug me, and drag me to wherever the hell we are?! You sick bastard!! What kind of doctor are you!!”

“Oh no, sir, I am not a doctor. Zee Ground Round haz been very worried about you for some time now. Zey called me to get you to say certain sings. It is actually really zimple. You say zese sings, you go home.”

“Anything! What could they possibly want from me?!”

“Excessive levels of boofaloo ving sauce in your system over time kan leeed to insaanitee, and I’m afraid you, are nearing zee human limit.”

Head spinning. Intestines spinning. How many did I have last night? Damn, I wish I didn’t get that last plate of 25. What could this guy possibly want?

“Ok, what are you getting at?”

“It’s quite seemple, actually. You vow to eat no more boofaloo vings, you leave.”

“Nnnoooooo!!! Never, you will never… What kind of sick…..”

“Meester Sadovski…. Sink of your family. Your wife and keeds. Zey do not vant to veezeet zer fazhar in an insteetution simply because you are stubborn and love boofaloo vings. Maybe zis is something you don’t understand: zee Ground Round knows many powerful people, and can keep you here as long as zey see fit. You cannot keep consuming zeese vings at zis rate.  Zee Ground Round cannot be held liable if some-sing vould heppen to you.”

“So let me get this straight: I renounce wings, I go home?”

“Yes, sir.”

This is ridiculous. No German guy posing as a doctor can tell me what to eat, and besides, there is no way something that delicious has such a terrible side affect. I’m sure I would have heard about that before. Wait, am I really debating whether to stay in an institution because i love wings? What’s wrong with me? How could I even hesitate? He did say I was near insanity levels. Is it true? No way, but wait, I couldn’t possibly ……


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