Well.. The Jack O' Lanterns Lit.. The candy is in the bowl.. and It looks like Its going to be a ghoulish night.



Whats That I hear? Trick Or Treat?



Dayum! now thats a treat.. come right in and help yourself to some goodies.





All Characters Welcome.



And Don't forget to tell all your Friends.



I'll keep an eye out for them!




To all Of My Friends On the Blogstream.. Happy Halloween!!

I found some really at Doobix.com

Oh great.. You know ya just gotta love Pioneer.. bless his heart, he comes up with more ways to keep me in front of this computer. First I get hooked like a big ol hungry bass on Blogstream. And just when I think I got this whole blogging addiction thing under control, I had to go and sign up for Question Stream.com. I resisted.. For awhile anyway.. I was all like, “No scratch.. Don’t do it man!! It ain’t for you! You couldn’t possibly like it.” so.. I signed up today, and I’ll be hornswoggled ifin I didn’t just get all goofy over it.. Ok. Ok. Some of the questions that I asked weren’t all that original, but I think in time I’ll get better.

It is a pretty cool site and If you haven’t tried it yet you really should check it out, damn.. My work load just doubled. I have to write a post for Scratch Radio for tomorrow night, I have to finish the Halloween story on the bar and grill blog.. I’m working on some new stuff for the Demon Chronicles, and I still have the Cherry Creek Thing going on. Oh and least I not forget QuestionStream, I’m telling you, if you haven’t tried it yet please show Pioneer some love by doing so. You won’t regret it.. Laters kids I gots a ton of chit to do before tomorrow night.

~Later on Gang.~

~Scratch.~



^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

How well do you really know your neighbors? First and last name basis?
Children? .. Or perhaps first or last name only?.. And you never really take notice of them fully.. Only giving them the occasional look when you think that they may be preoccupied with something else. Ahh.. Nothing captures the paranoid imagination quite like the mysterious new neighbor. You only see them as they are leaving.. Usually in the early morning or late at night.. And you are so involved in watching them that you completely forget to say hello or to properly introduce yourself. But its usually when you begin to pick up on certain thing s around them that the imagination begins to venture into the absurd.. Hmmm.. She Drives a black car.. She tends to wear a lot of black clothes but displays none of the symptoms of a goth. She only comes out at night, and occasionally during the early morning hours but only on heavily overcast mornings and then she’s wearing sunglasses.. Double Hmmmm



What Treachery could possibly be afoot?? Maybe… wait… wait.. Let me think here… OH MY FRIGGIN GOD!!! SHE’S A SERIAL KILLER!!.. No.. wait.. That can’t be it.. Most serial killers are weird looking guys that talk to dogs and fire hydrants and had a thing for their mommies.. She’s really cute.. In fact she’s quite the little hotsy totsy. Beautiful face.. Firm full lips that move into a pout every time she speaks.. Long tan legs clean up to her armpits. And oh baby.. Long blond hair waay down to her - ok cut it out willya??? We got a mystery to solve here.. Who is this mysterious new neighbor of mine? She’s hot.. Shes sexy.. Hmmmm.. Better be careful here.. Could be a vampire.. If I could only get a look at her canines.. But not too close.. Ok.. You get the idea I’m sure.. I’m.. really bored.. And I have a hot new neighbor. And she doesn’t talk to anyone. And she’s really mysterious.. Which is a quality that I greatly admire.. But she does only come out at night.. She does wear black.. And drives a black car.. But a serial killer? Probably not.. A Vampire? Highly unlikely.. Although.. I wouldn’t mind getting a nibble or two from her.. Geez Scratch.. Cut it out already willya? Your beginning to sound desperate.



What is it about alluring strangers that captures our imaginations so?.. We see them, and we secretly imagine them to be whoever we want them to be.. In such imaginings we are strong brave and forward, and yet when we are face to face with them we can barely spit out a simple hello. Although the new neighbor seems way too young for me, I am definitely curious as to who she is.. I should think that I would enjoy a conversation with her.. Right after I do the laundry.. Take out the garbage.. Do the dishes.. Paint the apartment.. Part the red sea.. Maybe I’ll put on a brave face that she’ll no doubt see right through.. And maybe I’m too old for false facades.. Maybe I am way past struggling for acceptance, maybe I’ll just be myself, and give her the occasional hello.. Naw... That'll Never work.

~Scratch~

Inspired By a conversation at work.

Hello world.. Welcome to my mess.. Some may choose to call their mess a life, but not I, I call it what it is on most occasions.. A mess. most people would deny they have one, or worse yet try to avoid the confrontation of their mess altogether. They do this I find, in a variety of ways, one of the most popular ways is usually by critiquing other people. They could do this better than you, or they could do that better than you. They have less character flaws than you, and their blond hair doesn’t have dark roots. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it you’re perfect right? Not that I would ever doubt your word but I believe the proper terminology for this affliction would be “You’re In denial.” but don’t look at me. I am not perfect and have never been known to make such outlandish claims. In fact, I am quite happy with my mess.



Okay Let me be the first to start. Hello world. My name is Scratch.. And I’m a happy mess.. Ok I’ve admitted it, now lets examine some of the symptoms. I can’t balance a check book, hell I’m lucky if I can keep track of how much change I have in my pocket let alone how much I have in the bank. But with the help of some very patient bank tellers at the credit union I can keep track of my funds without ever really keeping track.. Ok I’ll admit it, I am bad with money,. But even with that being said there is much, much more to my mess. Here’s a good one, Food, (Usually Fattening food ) talks to me. If its bad for you, Its seems to gravitate towards me, Country biscuits and Gravy, steak and eggs, Fruit pies, Donuts, Ok, ok, lets not talk about food. Here are a few other particles of my mess.. Sometimes..
I talk too much.. And listen too little.. But still manage to hear what is being said.

On Occasion, I lose my temper, Blow my top, flip my lid, and blow things out of proportion.. But I always find a way to admit when I’m wrong and am never too big to say I’m sorry.

I have a tendency, usually when I’m am lost in my thoughts, to be aloof to the point of rudeness.. I sometimes think with my heart instead of my brain. And sometimes it bites me on the ass..

I wear my emotions on my sleeve, and am loyal to my friends to a fault. I am bad with names but can remember every smile that I have ever met.. I am at most times over protective of children even with those that I don’t know.. I drink way too much coffee, watch way too much T.V. I Hate the word Hate, but absolutely hate Mondays.

I don’t know about anyone else. But I don’t do a lot of things right, yet I find a way to get things done. I am a reformed Drinker, an ex smoker, two difficult addictions in my life that I overcame for a time.. I have high hopes that neither will resurface in my life, but know that resistance can be a fragile thing. Yet still I resist.

I have no delusions of grandeur , I am just a guy, a human being, doing.. Living. Breathing.. Loving life, just hanging around, for better or worse, just a man.. Content with his imperfections.

~Scratch~

Tonight Bella and Colo and I were talking in the Chatroom at B’s place, and the subject of the secret of life came up.. No joke this is what I seriously think.. For Bella And Colo..

Originally Posted on Thursday May 11th 2006.

This morning at work I got into a brief discussion with one of my co workers at break time about life in general, and she asked me a question that I wasn’t sure about so I couldn’t give her an answer right away. So I told her that I would think about it, maybe do a blog post about it, print it out and give it to her on Monday. The question was what I thought the secret of life was. Corny as it sounds I took it seriously so here is my answer. The world in and of itself in all of its natural glory holds many wonders for humankind to marvel at and hold sacred, but the world and all of its natural wonders is not Gods best work. Ah. The Heavenly Fathers true genius resides in the fact that he saved his best miracle’s for life itself. Life is the Miracle, the rest is just the frosting on the cake, I don’t know if it has ever been proven that there IS a secret to life.

It has occurred to me that every day that you wake up and you get to see that sunrise, and you find yourself a part of something grand and special by simply living through it all, and sharing in the experience with everyone around you, taking it one step at a time, holding those that you love the closest and doing whatever it takes to make the experience better for all involved. If we spend all of our time analyzing every little thing that life throws at us, sometimes the answers that are right in front of you, are the most difficult to see. If you spend your time searching for miracles and trying to solve mysteries, you can easily get left out of maybe not what life is, but maybe what life should be about, being there in that moment.

In mind, body and spirit, to see the Sunrise, to watch it set over the mountains or the ocean, or to walk in the rain with someone that is special to you. To experience the excitement of when your lips touch for the first time and to know in your heart that you finally have someone to share this truly incredible journey with, and finally just to hold everyday that you are breathing for the true miracle that is and to live every moment as if it could be your last because you just never know when it will be. Life is Gods greatest gift to us, and it gets spoon fed to us every day in twenty four hour intervals, and if there is some glorious secret to be found, it may lye in the simple fact that life simply is no more or less than what each of us chooses to make of it. That’s my answer kitten, and I’m stickin to it.

~Scratch~