tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211606292012-02-16T17:52:34.834-08:00This is the story of a man still pursuing his dream of being a professional writer no matter how old I get.rebeleyeballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02951186616299336970noreply@blogger.comBlogger2571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21160629.post-27569957074602198942007-04-24T22:13:00.000-07:002007-04-24T22:25:20.809-07:00

It's unbelievable how long it's been since I posted anything. I bet you are all relieved to see this post when you checked. I can only imagine how excited you are to finally read something new from your favorite blogger. Then again, I hate to think about how disappointed you are going to be when you finish.This has been a transitional time in my life and I'd love to tell you all about it. But

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Wow, it has been a really long time since I have written anything. How dare life infringe upon my hobby. That's right, I have a life. I actually do things, like go outside, talk to people, go to movies and have fun. It just seems that the nicer the weather gets, the less likely it is that I take the time to write. Oh well, I guess you are going to have to deal with it.Wait, wait, don't go.

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So I am sitting here watching John Stewart making fun of the media coverage of Anna Nicole Smith. Is he a little late or what? Good ole rebeleyeball started off on this last week. I knew he was stealing my material. Everyone steals my stuff, man. I am thinking about getting Sirius satellite just to see how much Howard Stern has been ripping me off. You know "The King of All Media" ran out

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I got absolutely nothing to say. Can you believe it? I have been ignoring this blog for months. I even tried to apologize. But that didn't help. It just sits out there mocking me. Taunting me. It visits me in my dreams and laughs at me because I have nothing interesting to say and even if I did nobody is reading anyway. Not exactly what I had in mind when I started blogging over a year

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I started out writing a blog about our pathetic president and the war. Then I went, eh. It's obvious that not many people actually give a shit. So why yammer on about a topic that bores people stiff. Instead I decided to bore you stiff with another rambling post that doesn't have a specific topic.You know what I mean, one of those riveting posts in which I absolutely astound you with my

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Driving sucks. Seriously. Think about how much time we spend in our cars. In order to cut down on that complete waste of time, some of us take matters into our own hands. What I mean is, we tend to cut corners. Some of us ignore speed limits, others refuse to heed solid white lines, yet others tend to roll through stop signs and some of us literally cut corners.So there I was, running late

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There were other big news stories today, but you would never know it if you relied on network and cable news outlets. At seven o'clock this morning, I turned on MSNBC and the lead story was the untimely death of Anna Nicole Smith. Wanting to see what else was happening, I switched to NBC, Anna Nicole Smith. ABC, CBS, CNN and Fox News - same story. Give me a freaking break would ya? Nothing

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Have you missed me as much as I have missed you, my lovely little blog. Please don't cry, I didn't mean to ignore you. Come on, please? Dry those eyes. Your know I still love you, just sometimes the rebeleyeball has to go to work. Yes, I do know how tough it is on you. But at least you get to hang out with all the other blogs online while I am busy working. Yes, I do to work. What? You

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What a first quarter? It was high energy, sloppy with turnovers and just one penalty. Then what the hell happened? It was a blow out that wasn't a blow out. Did the Bears really belong there? And was that really the Colts? Jeez, every Adam Viniteri missed a freaking field goal.Seriously, the game was worse than one of my blogs about dirty words. Or maybe this blog. Ugh...do I really want

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Oh my goodness, I had no idea that there are blogs out there that actually have cursing on them. I am shocked, I tell you, SHOCKED! Apparently, there are several people out there that were offended by my little tirade against the media talking heads Wolf Blitzer is a big fat pussy. Seems that using "pussy" and "bullshit" in the same post is way too much for some people.Although I do ascribe to

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Check this out. rebeleyeball.com is available in several different langauges. That's right, baby. Is that cool or what? Apparently, it is the "translate" function that is available on Google. I had no idea until today when I was looking at at my stats and I saw that one of my readers had translated my page into Italian. Since I cannot read or speak Italian, I had no idea if it was a decent

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Okay, yeah so I am a shameless shill - you got a problem with that? Oh, you do - damn. I was hoping you'd let it slide. Actually, I was really hoping that you would click on the banner and join Send Earnings. I know it sounds stupid, but what the heck - they really do pay you just to open an email. How many junk emails do you get? What's a few more? Besides, the products they advertise

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Yes, it's true. I have been getting back to running. Finally, I tackled the arduous task of repairing my treadmill. It took me nearly fifteen minutes, but it was well worth the effort. Additionally, I have been scaring the crap out of people at the gym once again. If you have no idea what I am talking about, then you haven't been reading my stuff. In the past, I would point you to it. But

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And so are all the other so called "journalist" on the idiot box. Seriously, what is up with these people? This evening I heard an excerpt of Wolfie's so-called interview with Dick Cheney on NPR. The last statement that Mr. VP made was that the world is much safer since the US ousted Sadaam Hussien. Care to guess Mr. Blitzer’s response. It went something like this “uuhhh….”How difficult is

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Are you bored yet? Tired of the same ole, same ole on www.rebeleyeball.com? Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a bit. Occasionally, I have come through with a humorous anecdote from my days as the King of Karaoke or a long maudlin tome about my proud heritage. I have even slipped in a few dream sequences. And who could ever forget my endeavor to come across as a paranoid conspiracy theorist?Hey,

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As promised, here is a little information about the eyeball clan. The first thing that needs to be said is none of the members are actually related by blood. Although at times, it seems that we are much closer than relatives. In an earlier post, I described the origin of the Eyeball. The fact is, by the time the eyeball entered our lives we were already linked for life. Mr. Eyeball, an

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Like many best laid plans, my idea for how I was going to spend the evening went awry (How many opportunities have you had to work the word "awry" into a sentence? Am I good or what?). This evening I was going to enlighten you as to the identities of the rest of the Eyeball Clan, Mr. Eyeball, Eyeball Mama, Analytical Eyeball, Chatty Eyeball and, of course, the Eyeball Queen. Instead, I fell

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Lately, I have been putting a great deal of time into improving my template. Really, I am still writing. Eventually, I may even post a new chapter to "I'm Nuts". I have been thinking about it and I think I am pretty close to going off on a writing tear. If you have checked in the past few days, you may have noticed that the template keeps changing. It's infuriating that everytime I think I

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To celebrate my liberation. I am no longer tied down by that ugly looking "blogspot" in the middle of my url. Check out the location bar on your browser. See it? See what I am talking about? That's right fellow bloggists, I am a real live rebel. Let me welcome one and all to the brand-spanking new www.rebeleyeball.com. Many of you may be amazed that I actually got around to purchasing the

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It's been a really long time since I bitched about traffic, so here we go. Well on second thought, you really don't want to hear about it. Same old song and dance. You know, I tried this and got a few more readers, I tried that and added a couple of more. Anyway, enough of that garbage. Is there anything else I can bitch about. Not really. It's kinda tough to bitch when you have a great

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Once again, I am just stunned. Even though I knew exactly what the Prez was going to say, I am still very disheartened. As you know, I have been against the war before it started and I think we need to get out now. Funny thing, I use to have a blog called "Left Over Right" where I posted my more political thoughts. I ended it almost six months ago because I didn't have time to deal with

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"Turn and face the strain, cha-cha-changes ... " Has anyone noticed? I bet you have. Personally, I like the new template. But I also decided I'd go ahead whore myself out. Yeah, that's right. I have no shame. Now I am an affiliate for Amazon.com and Fictionwise.com.Is it okay if I think that both the companies are reputable and as decent as companies can be? Does that make me less of a

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">Among all the changes I made lately, you may have noticed the new link to Fictionwise. If you are into fiction, this is the site for you. They specialize in providing previously published works of fiction as ebooks. Follow the link and check out the site, I think you'll really like it.Any comments on the new look of the blog. I know, another blogger template, but at least this one has a

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I realize I haven't been writing much on the blog lately. Maybe I will this weekend. In the mean time, I hope you enjoy another picture from my trip to California.Technorati Tags: Rebeleyeball, Paul GavinIceRocket Tags: rebeleyeball

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Ah, nothing like Christmas at the beach. Okay, so it was three days before Christmas, but it was still very, very cool. We took this picture on our drive down Highway 101 in California. It was a great drive. If you are lucky, maybe I'll post a few of the pictures from the Redwoods National Park.Technorati Tags: Rebeleyeball, Paul GavinIceRocket Tags: rebeleyeball

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Unfortunately, I have been fired from a couple of jobs in my life. Once, it was completely my fault. The other time, it was a very weird situation which I still haven't really figured out and it happened over fifteen years ago.It isn't the most flattering thing in the world to post a blog pointing out my deficiencies, but bear with me. I think I have a point and I promise it’s coming up. In

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A week or so ago, I posted an email that I sent to Bill O'Reilly. Yesterday, I received a comment from an "anonymous" reader. I started to reply in the comments, then I decided my response would be better as a post. Here we go.Anonymous:I cannot speak for every progressive, but you have never had a conversation with me. If you employ the tactic of calling names at the beginning of a

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Ah, tilting at windmills - my favorite past-time. I have no idea why I chose today to write this email to Bill O'Reilly. But since I did, I thought I would go ahead and share it with you. Here it is:Mr. O'Reilly,I have no idea why I am sending you this email. Even if you do read it, there's not much chance you will pay attention to it. But for some reason, I feel the need to say this to you.

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Today I made the best purchase I have made in a very long time. I went out today and bought a record player. No, I did not say a CD player, or a DVD player or even a MP3 player. No, not a turn-table to hook up to one of my many receivers, I purchased an honest to goodness record player. I even have to tilt my albums into the hole in the back because it isn't wide enough for the whole album to

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If you have been wondering why I haven't been posting much lately, I have an answer for you. Well, they finally returned. That's right, the aliens I told you about found me in my new sanctuary. I thought moving would get me off their radar. But no, they found me. About a month ago, the took me up and removed the giant probe. Thinking that was the end of the ordeal, I allowed myself to relax

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While I was trying to think of something to blog, I fell asleep. I had the most bizarre dream that I was typing out an incredible story about a small island in the South Pacific that inhabited by four-foot-tall, lesbian, automechanics. Although I was having a difficult time trying to reconcile why a small island in the Southern Hemispere came to be the home of this odd tribe, my fingers

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The Democrats have taken control of both houses of Congress for the first time in twelve years. To me, this is a very good thing and it has the possiblity to a great thing. As of Jan 3, the third highest elected official in our country will be a WOMAN! How cool is that. Maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to provide a shining example of how to govern to all the testosterone-filled, ego-driven

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If you have been reading my blog for awhile, you know that I have an affinity for sending goofy emails to talk show hosts requesting that they have me on their show. Well, I am at it again. But this email to Keith Olbermann is unlike any of the others I have written. This one is on a much more serious note. You may be familiar with the story of Pat Tillman. He played for the Arizona

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The Cougs came through! We took the two hour drive down to Pullman to catch the Washington State University Cougar football team take on the #14 ranked Ducks of the University of Oregon. The only thing uglier than the green and bright yellow colors that speckled the sellout crowd was the way the Ducks performed on the field. Their pitiful performance included four turnovers and eight

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You may remember that I told you that I use to spend a great deal of time doing karaoke. As a matter of fact, I was known as the "singing bartender" for awhile. If you went into a bar and saw a guy singing while continuing to serve all the customers, that was me. It was fun, but the nights I wasn't working were much more fun.One night, the group of us got together at the bar and started doing our

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I know, I know this isn't a political blog. But this isn't about politics. This is about how we want to live in this country. I am not going to sit here and bash any particular party. I am going to bash everyone. For too long we have sat back, fat, dumb and happy. It is time to wake up and take charge. How can we sit idly by while the politicans ruin our country. The Republicans are a bunch of

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Once again, I received an email asking my why my profile picture isn't the real me. This is very upseting to me. I am writing this to set the record straight.How could any of you ask me that question? That's me in my profile picture. I am, in fact, a disembodied eyeball. You have no idea how difficult my life has been since I came out of the lid. My parents were mortified and disowned me

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Another Friday night, sitting at home writing on my blog. Ten years ago, I never could have imagined that I would be doing this and enjoying it so much. Not that I was completely crazy, but I use to do some stuff. And it was a total blast. But now I am very content to stay home with my family and write.Writing is the most relaxing thing for me to do. It occupies my thoughts during the day and

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The thing is, I have always been a little goofy. It started at a very young age. I found out that I could always come up with something to make my sisters laugh which was very powerful. Since when they were laughing, they usually wouldn't kick my ass. That's right, I grew with three older sisters that used to tease me until I got so mad, I go after them throwing windmill punches. Sometimes, I'd

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The other day, I petitioned you to email Late Show Feedback to ask Dave to have me on the show. Well, I am holding up my part. Yeah, I did it. I sent Dave another email. Here it is.Yo Dave,Eyeballs are cool.Don't agree? Well, check out my profile and you'll see what I mean. Powerful imagry, don't you think?Maybe you noticed that some of my friends on MySpace have been emailing you to have

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We going to give this one more try. I need you help. It may sound stupid to you, but I think this is a great idea. My goal is to get on The Late Show with David Lettermen and I need your help. I tried this a couple times before and apparently, no one took this very seriously. I'm here to tell you, that I am as serious as an ingrown toenail - not lethal, but it will annoy the hell out of you until

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If you have been reading this, you know I have a thing for trying odd ways to build my online network. My latest adventure has been to browse for people on MySpace that have an eye or an eyeball as their profile picture and invite them to be my friend. It seems like a fairly odd criteria to use for friends, but it seems as good a reason as any other.I started this little adventure last week and I

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I can barely remember a time that I wasn't eyeball. But lately, I have been thinking about it quite a bit and I decided to let you all in on how I became an eyeball.While I was working on my Master Degree, I waited tables at a "Black-eyed Pea" in Lakewood, CO. Although I can't say I would ever wait tables again, I did enjoy my tenure at the good ole "Pea". I met my best friends there. People that

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Previously, I have written that I think Myspace is pretty weird. Although I still think it's strange, I have come to embrace it's weirdness. In fact, I have started gather friends there. There is something very interesting about my friend list, maybe you should go check out my profile and see if you can see the connection.As a blogging place, my space pretty much sucks. But I have found it pretty

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As you have seen, I have been shamelessly been pimping my book. Not a big deal. Everyone tries to market, right? I, of course, had to take it a step farther. But instead of just writing Neil Young another email that he will never read, I asked him to read my book. What a flake I am. Well, it's all your fault you know. You keep pushing me to be weird. So there you have it. A completely stupid,

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Recently, I slashed the price of Web Site to $14.95. As you know, that is a bargain for a first novel of such fine quality. Unfortunately, the sales have not resulted in launching the book into Lulu's top 100 for the Week which was my goal for the sale. I wanted to get there this week.Since I just became the 43 year-old writer wannabe, why don't all of you go out and get me a nice birthday

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Since I can't get cable at my house, I have Dish Network. They are running the most ridiculus commercial I have ever seen. It shows houses destroyed by Hurricane Wilma. The voice over is a woman saying how isolating it is to be without television when a hurricane blows the roof off your house. But never fear, Dish Network was there the very next day to get her hooked up.Fan-freaking-tastic, now

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If you have been reading this blog for awhile, you know it started as my novel-in-progress The Break. Necomers may not be aware that I finished blogging the story and I am now readying in for publication. If you are interested, all of the chapters are located at The Break. Take a look at it.Until I publish it, you'll just have to be contented ready my meanderings. But hey, that's not half bad

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No doubt about it, I need a way back machine. How much better could things be if you could simply go back in time and rearrange a few of those little events that seem to have a ripple effect through your life? Could you possibly change those things or would your life be like Kurt Vonnegut described in "Timequake"? If you haven't read the novel, you should. In my opinion, it is one of his best

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I started off my day by checking to see how many visitors I had in the last day. All I can do is to quote Ghandi "HOLY COW!". It seems the folks at IT2M reviewed my site today. Not a great review, but okay. At least I didn't get bitch-slapped or nuked. Apparently, they have some clout and they have sent quite a few people my way. Welcome to all.Although the site navigation makes sense to my

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One evening about ten years ago I was standing outside a dance club, yes I love to dance, chatting to my friends before calling it a night. Out of the blue, I hear this voice."Hey, you wanna step away from the car?"I look behind me and see that I am standing about a foot away from a Corvette. Being the nice guy I am, I take a step forward. It all could have ended right there. But, noooooo.

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Do you ever sit around and think about who you really are? What criteria do you use to determine if you actually are the person you think you are? How can you ever know? Is it what is inside you? Is it an accumulation of what other people think about you? Is it a sum of all of our actions throughout life? Or is it our thoughts that make up who we are? Do you care?These are some pretty

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That's right, I finally got a new laptop to replace Ole Blue. Ole Blue was a piece of shit Toshiba laptop with no balls and a shitty keyboard. Don't get me wrong, Ole Blue served a purpose, I used it for almost two years. I bought it because it cost $599. Have I mentioned, I am a cheap bastard? I'm sure I have. Sometimes that's a good thing, but in this case I should have followed my

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I think I have stumbled upon what could be the next huge thing to hit the music scene - Reggae Metal. That's right, Guns and Roses meets Ziggy Marley. Go ahead, laugh. People laughed at Rap Metal, but look at the success of bands like Lincoln Park, Limp Bisket and to a lesser extent, Red Hot Chili Peppers. Since they play a wide variety of music.Whereas, Rap and Metal are two distinct types

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To all of you that thought I was a big whiner when I complained about my toe hurting, guess what? Far from showing signs of aging, I actually broke my toe six months ago. All it took was a visit to the podiatrist and a few very uncomfortable x-rays to prove that I am not a wimp, I really do have something wrong with my toe. On orders from my doctor, I will not be running for between a couple

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I am sorry to see the end of the summer upon us. But we did have a great summer that was capped off by an outstanding weekend. Every year Labor Day brings Paul Bunyen Days to St. Maries Idaho. St. Maries is a logging town located on the southern end of Lake Couer d'Alene. Each year the residents celebrate the end of the summer with a carnival. The highlight of which is one of the most

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A few years back, I had this recurring dream. It was pretty strange. My room was filled with a brilliant light and I felt like I was levitating above my bed. But the strangest part was that I felt as if I was awake and watching this happening to me. It was a very disquieting dream to say the least. If I had this dream once or twice, it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But this

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Quick note: If you like comics, check this guy out. I really like his strip:KCityNow for my evening's post.Just thought I'd share the second email I sent to Neil Young. After seeing him on the Corbert Report a week or so ago, I wanted to send him an email. Tonight, I finally got around to it. I was torn between sending a bizarre, yet interesting email and playing it straight. Turns out, the

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Even though I don't often talk about politics on this blog, I am very interested, active and some what vocal in advancing political causes that I believe are vital to improving the health of government. Couple this with my penchant (a real word, look it up) for playing Blog Tycoon on Blog Explosion and you can probably guess that I run across a few blogs that espouse political views that are

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Here I am, blogging my guts out for anyone that cares to take three minutes out of their life to pop by and read my informative and always entertaining posts. It is a great hobby and I really enjoy it. And let's face it, the blogoshere has been a much more enjoyable place since I began blogging back in January. As much as I hate to admit it, it's not a one way street. In fact, it has opened a

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Let me tell you, getting old sucks, The big toe on my right foot has been under attack this whole week. More and more frequently, my primary digit on my large foot is subject to swelling and dull, aching pain. Although I have never been diagnosed, I am pretty sure that it is the first signs of arthritis. All my joints are getting creaking, but my big toe is killing me.That's right, I said my

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If you simply can't wait for the published version of The Break and you need to read more my wonderful prose, may I suggest that you take advantage of this incredible offer?I am pleased to announce the Pre-Labor Day Sale of Web Site. I am out of my mind and I have slashed the price by 25% - 25%!!!!!. That's it, I must be crazy. This is the best deal you will ever see on lulu.com. Web Site is

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A quick quiz for you. See if you can figure out what song that contains these words. "Delusions of granduer, visions of splendor, this manic depressive who walks in the rain."From the very first time I heard this song in 1977, I knew it was about me. Yeah, I know. But give me a minute, would ya? This song was on one of the first albums, actual vinyl, that I ever bought. At the tender age of

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Please, take you time. Revel in all of its brilliance. Savor each tasty morsel of reading pleasure. Do not take Chapter 43 for granted. Why you ask? For one and only one reason, Chapter 43, will be the last you will see of The Break until I finish and publish it.That’s right, the blogging of the book is over. Now, it’s time to get to what I find to be the most difficult part of writing –

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Chapter 43After freshening up, Big Ron walked out of the hotel and got in a waiting taxi.“Pepsi Center.” He said to the driver.Schneider’s behavior had been bothering him for the last few days. Since he was concerned, he had been watching him more closely. It seemed that Schneider paid a great deal of attention to the baggage compartment. If fact, it was more like a compulsion. Big Ron was

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Doesn't it drive you nuts when you have a recurring thought that you know logically is absolutely ridiculus, but you can't do anything to stop it. No matter what you do the thought keeps coming back. It's like your irrational emotional side reaches out and gives your logical side a little titty-twister.Let me give you an example of what I am talking about. I absolutely hate when people are

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Maybe you have noticed, it's been quite a while since I bitched about traffic. Well, there is a reason for it and it isn't that pesky little troll Cheesemo. No, I haven't been bitching because you have been coming in greater numbers, more often and staying longer.It's quite obvious that you all now see what I have been telling you from the start. I am one entertaining mother f*&%er. That's

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Tonight's posting was inspired by Patrick Irelan's post What's Wrong with Contemporary Fiction. It's a good read, you may want to check it out.The post got me thinking about the art of story-telling. You may have guessed that I love telling stories and I have a million of them. Most of them are my own, but I have been known to borrow some from other people. Some of the most coloful stories

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Pelican Dock Days lived up to all the hype! It was a kick in the pants. In addition to just plain fun, it provided a goldmine of material for me to use in the future. Now I am not the type of person that is going to spill the beans right of the bat. No, I have to savor this and then write parables and see how long it takes the subject of the story to recognize themselves.Cruel game, you ask?

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The weekend is finally here and I am ready for it. Tomorrow is Pelican Dock Days. What's Pelican Dock Days? Funny you should ask. I know you are dying to know, but I don't think I want to tell you. That's right, I put it out there and now I am changing my mind. Don't you just hate that?So why am I dangling this little story in front of you and then pulling it back as if I was dangling a

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It is purely coincidence that I am posting a new chapter the very same day that Pam chasitized me for procrastinating. No really. Come on, would I lie to you? Don't answer that. It's a rhetorical question.Anyway, sit back and enjoy Chapter 42. We're getting close to the end. Soon, I pull back from posting chapters so that I can start the re-write. But don't pout, I will post the revsions

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Chapter 42When Ian awoke, the room was completely dark. When he attempted to lift his hands to rub his eyes, he found that he was unable to raise his arms. Hearing the clanking of the chains, he realized that he was in manacles. For a moment he struggled against the chains. Soon he realized it was futile to struggle and he slumped into the chair defeated. This was a familiar feeling and he

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The most amazing thing happened to me today. It is so unbelievable, I am not sure if I can even write about it. Since I am an aspiring fiction writer, you may just think I am making it up. Forget about that for a minute because this is absolutely true.This morning I had an early meeting which for me is the equivilent of a root canal. Waking up at an obnoxiously early time, I stumbled into the

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Monday evenings on NPR they have a segment called "This I Believe". If you are not familiar with the segment, they invite people to write essays with the topic "This I Believe". The select certain ones to be read on the air. Most of the essays are from well-known people. But they do invite listeners to to submit their own essays. The one I heard tonight was from a listener and it was so good

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Before the big fall out, Cheesemo and I kicked around an idea for a sitcom. It was a great idea. The title was going to be "The Karaoke King". The premise was it would be located in a small, smoke filled bar. All the characters on the show would be the regular singers.We got the idea when we were karaoke junkies. For a long time, we were really into it. We sang four nights a week at three

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The worst thing about moving from Evergreen, Colorado to Liberty Lake, Washington a few years back was leaving our friends behind. We had lived in Colorado for eighteen years and made several very good friends. I can vividly remember the day we returned from vacationing in the Inland Empire (the locally name for eastern Washington and Northern Idaho). That evening our friends invited us over

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There we were, sitting around the fire having one of those conversations you can only have with really good friends. When it dawned on me - I really like these people. These freaking retards that interupt my life every once in a while just to mess with me. Save your pity for some one who needs it. I give back as good as I get, maybe a little better. They don't call me rebeleyeball cause a

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Recently, I submitted my blog to Frog My Blog for review. It is a site that will review your blog in exchange for Blog Explosion credits. The author promises to review your blog objectively and I must say that the person reviewing my blog did a very good job. You can read the review.As you can see, the reveiwer absolutely hates my blog template. So much so, that the reviewer didn't even

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A question I have been pondering lately is whether I am wasting my time sitting for hours with my laptop trying to think of something interesting to say. When I do finally come up with something suitable to commit to a posting, how many people actually take the time to read it? A little while ago, I realized that doesn't matter. Not at all. What really matters is, I am doing what I want to be

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Writing about my adventures in the United Kingdom stirred up many, many memories. To date, it was the one of the best years of my life. So much so, that I even have fond memories of some of the less than ideal circumstances I encountered. For instance, I alluded to my wonderful flat that overlooked the Thames in last night's post. This story is screaming to be shared, so here we go.Upon

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It dawned on me that I have never written about how much I love the United Kingdom. Although I have actually only been there twice, it is one of my favorite places on earth. Of course, both of my visits last longer than a quick pop over the pond. The first time I was there, it was for five weeks when I was fourteen. My second visit was just shy of a year in 1996 and 1997.On both occasions, I

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Even though I have only been blogging for seven months, I have been doing it long enough to make a few observations about this funny little addiction. That's right, I called it an addiction. Being a reformed junkie, I know an addiction when I see one. No, I never did heroin or hit the pipe. But a junkie is a junkie regardless of the choice of poison. Digging around, searching for enough

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Here's another little personal relevation, I love writing at the lake. Over half of Web Site was written sitting on the dock at one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. Lake Couer d'Alene is located in Northern Idaho. It is a wonderful place. If you have never been there, you are just going to have to trust me on this one. This weekend, I sat watching the kids play in the water. As a

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Chapter 41They were on to him. He knew it. Before he entered the house, he knew they were close. But he had to eliminate the threat. He had taken a calculated risk. But he had one flaw in his plan. By not accounting for the possibility that Harrison would act so aggressively, he lost his opportunity. It had cost him dearly. Although he got the advantage long enough to get away, Harrison

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Ever try to be funny? It's not as easy as it seems. Personally, I consider myself a fairly witty member of the species homo sapien. As I have told everyone I have ever talked to, I am the funniest person I have ever met. Immodest as it may sound, it happens to be true. I crack my self up. This skill is not always a blessing. At times, it had proven to be down right embarassing. For

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A thought occured to me as I was jousting with some neo-cons on a political blog. It seems like as Americans, we have no sense of history what-so-ever. I find this rather appalling. But then again since my undergraduate degree is in Political Science, I am of a history snob. See all the fun facts you are finding out about me? It goes without saying, I actually enjoy tilting with the sorry

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Check it out. It seems I am on a roll. This weekend I wrote Chapter 40 and half of Chapter 41. Currently, I have written 99,271 words according to MS Word. Who thought I even knew that many words, let alone be able to string them together in some sort of cohesive manner. It looks like I can finish the story in three more chapters.The plan is to start at the beginning and rewrite each chapter

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Chapter 40When Schneider finally recovered enough to sit up, he picked up the envelope that Ian had left behind. The only thing it contained was a small slip of paper with two type-written words – Pepsi Center.Schneider understood the message immediately. He crumpled the paper and put it into his mouth. He chewed the thin piece thoroughly before swallowing it. This guaranteed that no other

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Recently, I signed up at Blog Explosion. It is a pretty cool traffic generating site and you know how I love traffic. It is one of those sites where you surf through blogs, you earn points. Each point corresponds to a reciprocal visit to your site. To keep blogger's interest, they have several games you can play.One of the games on the site is called Blog Tycoon. The premise that you have to

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Did I mention that I run? Yes, I am a running freak. Not so unusual, so are many other people. But I guarantee you haven't heard a story like this. First let me explain my running habits.I used to run outdoors. There is absolutely nothing like progressing rapidly over uneven terrain. Hmmm, seems like I heard that somewhere before. Anyway, I think I told you that I used to live in Colorado.

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Tonight, I have added my blog to approxiamately 137 blog and RSS directories. Why am I doing this? Is this necessary? Is this what bloggin turns you into?For a while, I was fine. I got over the Google Adwords crap. I quit habitually checking my stats to see if anyone was reading. Show how, I managed to quit the perpetual begging for comments from my readers. It even seemed as if I was no

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Oh yeah, I think you're going to like this one. It starts bringing everything together for the shocking climax.I am planning on wrapping up the story in three or four more chapters. After that, I will start the Arduous task of rewriting the whole thing. I plan to add quite a bit of depth to the characters and even add a few that I blew past whilst telling the story.See, my writing process is

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Chapter 39After turning off the water, Anita stepped out of the shower and reached for her towel. As she stretched, she caught a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror. To her surprise, she saw her reflection smiling at her. At first, she felt a little strange that the sight of her own naked body could make her smile. But why shouldn’t she?For the six weeks she had been staying with Ron,

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No, I haven't gone over to the dark side like so many other's in this bizarre place we call the USA. Do you realize that NASCAR is actually the fast growing spectator "sport" in the country? I put sport in quotes because I firmly believe that in order for something to be a sport there has to be a ball or a puck or some other projectile that has to carried, kicked, shot or thrown into a goal of

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I have a long proud Irish ancestory. For most of my life, I was under the impression that my forefathers did not emmigrate to this country until the early twentith century. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that my great grandfather on my dad's side of the family came here in the 1860s! Many of you who have had the pleasure of reading this blog may know that I have a serious issues with "

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Finally, the long-awaited, much-anticipated The Break - Chapter 38 has finally arrived. Whoa, slow down there. There's plenty of bandwidth for everyone to take a peek. Although I understand your desire to read every word and allow each meaningful point soak in before moving to other blogs. I must encourage you not to dawdle though, other's want to wallow in the pleasure pool which is my

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Chapter 38Looking around, he knew he could find it. He had to find it and he had to find it now. If he didn’t, it meant that he couldn’t possibly make it to his assigned station by the designated time and that would be unfortunate. Actually, Schneider feared begin late more than anything else. It meant that he would be disciplined.The sweat was pouring from his brow. Schneider could not let

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I keep having this nagging feeling that there is something that I am forgetting to do. Don't you just hate that feeling? Ever since I turned forty, I can’t seem to keep a thought in my head for more than three minutes and fourteen seconds. Since I have never been a “list person”, this can be very inconvenient. Like the time I showed up to play poker without stopping at the cash machine. Or

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Garbage, I say. Garbage, garbage, grabage. I sit down to write and all that comes out is gar-bage. What is happening? This is quite a conundrum. As you all know, I am one of the most talented, creative bloggers you have ever read. My email campaigns to Mark Cuban (oops, I promised him I'd never mention his name in a post on my blog again - screw it), David Lettermen, Keith Olhbermen, Howard

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Here is a little tidbit I been kicking around my brain for years - What the hell is shaving cream. Seriously, this stuff comes in a pressurized can, lasts for like seven years and costs about .$99. How is this possible? The mechanism itself has to cost at least a dime, the aluminum container has got to be like a quarter. That only leaves like $.60 cents left over to cover product, labor,

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