Visions Of A Med-Head

 

Alright kids, strap on your safety belts, because I haven't a clue where this could go.  It could turn into Visions of Cody really quick.  So, "step right up and don't be shy, because you will not believe your eyes."  I've had a pretty decent cold for the past couple of days.  So I've been taking cold medicine...responsibly or close to that.  I've been in and out of a medically induced coma most of the time.  Making days go by like the fast forward button was stuck down.  Having some really interesting dreams to say the least.  Which is also very interesting, because I'm one of those people that generally don't remember their dreams.

I had a dream that revolved around the concept of "Time," because it's a man-made concept and doesn't really exist.  (That's my opinion and I'm sticking to it.  You believe what you like).  It was always fun to tell people that would call in a prescription when I worked in a pharmacy, that it would take an hour for it to be completed.  If they questioned it, I'd tell them that time didn't exist.  It was much easier than explaining that the people waiting at the pharmacy, came first.  Also, in this dream, it was apparently a movie and I cast Ethan Hawke and Robert DeNiro.  Two people that have never worked together, to my knowledge and quick researching.  Maybe, it was my mind trying to save "Bobby D" from another Focker movie.  They are so not good.  I'll give you the first one, but even that was just so-so.

The other thing that I've been thinking about a lot is blogging.  I've recently had a little influx of followers, which is incredibly cool.  One of my favorite things is when I get a reader or what the reality actually is, a mistaken viewer, from a new country.  The United States is my biggest reader, but as I've said before, Denmark is second.  Singapore is in the top 10, although I do have a friend who recently moved there.  I'd love to have this little old blog go international.  

As I screw it all up today, by giving you this turd on a stick.  Anyways, I was thinking that followers are great and all, but I hope they actually read what I'm doing on the blog.  I hope they are not just taking up space on the right side of my blog ,where the followers go, keep up people!  These are the thoughts that have been swimming in the med-head.

That's all for now...it's back to bed for this med-head.  I also had another thought about re-writing, "A Visit From St. Nicholas" satirically.  I make no promises, but I will be working on it.  Good Night, Morning or Afternoon, whatever it maybe in your part of the world.

You And Whose Army?

Don't ever try to give me advice.  I will do the opposite, just to spite you, myself and anyone else you can think of.  I have a default mechanism built into my brain that thinks it can: always do better, knows the answer or can figure out a way to succeed, win, get out of trouble, etc.  I know I'm the typical guy, but I have guy friends that take advice correctly.  It's not just advice though, it's really everything.  You may innocently recommend a band or an album for me.  I will not listen to it.  Although, I will see a movie or read a book that you suggest.  I'm just a difficult person to know and deal with.  Most of my conversations end up in arguments, unless, I think you know what you're talking about.  I make sense, right?  This has mostly to do with music conversations.  Don't get me started...We'll just avoid that subject.  I'm in therapy for it...I'm getting better.  I have my Mantovani albums to listen to.  Very soothing.

How my friends deal with me, I have no idea?  Wait, I haven't gotten a phone call in a long time.  Ahhh...Now I get it.  Seriously, how I'm married?  Just a total mystery how that all works?  Then again, my wife and I, are like two peas in a pod.  I can't be eccentric, because I'm poor.  So, I guess I'm just weird.  Aren't we all?  In some way, we're all pretty out there.  No...not you...you say?  You're reading this blog.  I hate to inform you, but...you qualify.

These are some of the main reasons you'll never see a blog entry about Religion or Politics.  I just don't care what your feelings are towards those topics.  I believe this is a fantastic thing, because I'll never judge you on those topics.  I may wonder why you like Coldplay or Radiohead, but who you voted for, is your business.  I'm not big on either subject personally.  Religion to me, is my imaginary friend can beat up your imaginary friend.  I know it's completely childish, but kinda funny too.  Politics to me, is professional wrestling.  Whomever the President is, has the belt, but did they win the election with a clean pin or was there outside interference?  Is the Vice-President going to turn heel, because he's just a lackey and thinks he will never get a shot to be champion?  Politics are a lot more fun this way, when you imagine these scenarios could take place at the White House or "The Oval Office."  See, it already has a cool stadium nickname, it all fits.  Although, Hillary Clinton doesn't make a good diva, not at all.  Oh No!!  Joe Biden has a chair!!

This is also what happens when you have a little bit of writer's block, didn't get a nap today and are over caffeinated.  Incoherent babble about subjects I wouldn't normally write about.  But, was it fun?