Its been one of those weeks when I haven’t felt like doing much of anything, and with a new case of the flu bug nipping at my heals while I have been trying to work through it hasn’t helped me much either. I didn’t feel like reading, writing or doing much else until last night before bed I cruised the stream for awhile and went on the internet looking around graphics, then I came across this cool text site and generated some graphics for the Saturday Night Blog Fever fest that we do on the weekends now. I am going to upload them into the Bar and Grill blog if the gallery says they aren’t too big that is. And if anybody wants to use them please feel free to upload any of them to your own gallery and post them along with your own Saturday night Song.. I hope that you all will join in. see you tomorrow night hopefully after work. Right now I’m still feeling a bit sick so I’m going to take some meds and hit the rack Good Night my Blogging buds. See you tomorrow.

Scratch.

Is it me or is the Chatroom just getting to be a weird place to hang out now? it seems like every time I go in there lately I feel like an outsider, or like I should be somewhere else. it isn’t like it used to be for me in there anymore so that’s it for me and the chatroom. No more. I have had a lot of new things going through my head lately that need to get out so I will concentrate on that, and leave the chatroom for everyone else. I have some ongoing projects that I’ve been working on that will be put on the back burner for a little while just to get the new stuff out, but everything will be finished. Right now I am enjoying the whole Saturday night blog fever thing, that was fun and I am looking forward to doing it again next Saturday, as I work on the new stuff too. Well I have babbled enough, time to visit with some friends here for a bit and then Its Time to get ready for my new work week. Later my friends.

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Sometimes it feels like you have the world sitting on your shoulders, Troubles to the left, problems forming to the right, the walls just keep closing in faster and faster. Sometimes you just need to stop and take it all in, this puzzle called “Life.” sometimes you just need to breathe, take in the all the air that your lungs can hold. Too much stuff around you going on all at once, the whole world in constant perpetual motion, it keeps on spinning in a circle like a pack of hungry wolves always ready to devour its prey one big piece at a time.. It comes at you from every conceivable angle, and you find yourself in every waking moment of your life facing something different each new day. More taxes, more crime, higher prices, lower wages. The rich get richer and the poor and middle class keep on making them that way, stuck in a rotting lifeboat that’s slowly sinking to the bottom, and sooner or later you know that your going to be swimming with the sharks. So why bother with it at all?, when its all so lost and frustrating, when all you ever really feel like doing is running away to the highest mountain top to scream at the sky. Is it really worth it? Hmmm. Good question.. Maybe that’s all part of the grand illusion. Maybe not everyone is out to get you, maybe there is reason lost somewhere inside all of that madness, a reason that does make everything you go through in your life worth it. All the trials, all the emotional distress, perhaps its worth it to just remember that even though you may live through twenty nine days of grey skies and clouds that seem to engulf every single aspect of your being, the two days of sunshine that you live in every month become that much more precious. Embrace what you have.. Don’t worry about what you don’t. because for every day that you can spend Dancing above the ground rather than getting buried beneath it.. yep.
its worth it.

G’Night all ..

Scratch.

Ahhh.. Sweet slumber, I have a secret love affair with sleep, it’s the perfect lover.. Bear with me here.. No foreplay required, and it can never come too soon.(Well its almost perfect.) And there are just some things that will greatly help in the slumber department. Like for instance rain on a tin roof, or a windy night,and least I forget.. PGA Golf. Of course that one only works during the day. Last night for me at least, it was ..The Weather Channel, oh man.. Nothing puts me out like a boring Meteorologist, but I must have woke up in the middle of the night and turned off the TV. So I’m nice and snug in bed this morning, snoozing away and then what do I hear.. My special friend Barney shows up.. (Dirty Snaffin Noogle!)
“Scratch.”
Uggggggggggg…… Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
“Ohhhhh.. Scraaaaatch?”
“Not now Elvira.. I’m tired Baby.”
“Scratch!!”
“What??”
“Are you gonna lay there all day?”
“I was seriously considering it yeah.”
“By the way I’m not Elvira.. I thought we agreed on Barney Fife?”
“Barn?”
“Yes?”
“Its 6:00 am on my day off… go the farg away.”
“You have to get up and go cash your pay check, we’re almost out of coffee. And there is nothing for breakfast.”
“Barn?”
“Yes Scratch?”
“The banks don’t open until 10:00 Am, even in Nevada.”
“But you can go to a Casino to cash it, they are open 24 hours aren’t they?”
“Barn.. Go away.”
“But Scratch.. I’m hungry.”
So I get up stumble through my apartment, trip over my shoes and knock the phone off of the second desk and stub my big toe, and almost peed myself trying to get to the bathroom to empty my bladder, all because Barney Fife Woke me up.. Because he was hungry.. That’s the bad part about having imaginary friends, you just can never tell when the little @$&!! Is gonna show up. I just got out of the shower, I just hope that he didn’t drink the last pot of coffee.

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It seems like I have been here in this place for thousands of years, even though in reality it hasn’t been quite that long. Perhaps I have been here too long. I come home from work tonight, I do the usual, turn on the computer crank up the coffee pot and head for the shower. So I grab me a cup of brew and retire to the chair and decide to sit and watch the Stream float by. So I sip on my coffee and out of the blue I hear this voice that I don’t recognize.
“Scratch?”
“Uhhhh… Yes?.”
“What do you think of Kismet?”
“ Ummmm… Kismet?”
“Yes Scratch.. Kismet.”
“Its pretty Good with Pastrami and Swiss. I like mine with a big ol slice of dill pickle with an iced tea on the side and..-”
“No Scratch.. KISMET!!”
“Does it go good with Chili? you know I used to drink beer with chili, but since I stopped, Its been so hard to find a good accompaniment to Chili-”
“No. Scratch.. Get your brain out of your stomach.”
“You mean you can’t eat it?”
“No.”
“ well.. Farfin nuffin. (One of my new cuss words..)
“Scratch.. Have you ever heard the saying what comes around goes around?”
“Oh chit yeah! Fate, destiny, karmic retribution, that kind of stuff?”
“Yes Scratch… Kismet.”
“Well Choot.. ( Choot is Chit with Two O’s) hey man, you live by the sword, you die by the sword.”
“What does that mean exactly?”
“Well you reap what you sow in life, you get no more than you give, if you go through life taking advantage of people just because you can, it will sooner or later catch up with you. Karma, Kismet whatever you choose to call it, will always balance the ledger in the end.”
Slow muffled sounds of confusion.
“ I know people that have been nothing but a curse on everyone that has ever known them for their whole lives, they spend their entire lives in and out of jail, running into trouble where ever they can find it. And through it all do you know what all of these people have in common?”
“Ummm… I don’t know Scratch.”
“Every bad thing that has ever happened to them is always somebody else’s fault. And do you know what it really boils down to?”
“Tell me Please.”
“Nobody made them lie, cheat and steal their way through life, nobody made them rape or murder or pillage. Nobody stuck the needle in their arm, they made themselves what they are as a direct result of the choices that they made, you do bad things, you suffer the consequence’s.”
“Hmmmm. I’m not sure I agree with all of that.. But okay.”
“By the way.. Who are you exactly?”
“Who do you want me to be?”
“Dunno.”
“How about you call me Barney Scratch.”
“The Dinosaur?”
“Ugh.. Heavens no, pick a different Barney.. Scratch.”
“Barney Fife?”
“Hmmmm.. Okay…Barney Fife it is. Oh and Scratch?”
“Yeah Barn?”
“You better drink your coffee and surf your Stream, before people start thinking that your talking to yourself.”
“It’s okay Barn…They already think that.”

Scratch.