Okay, never mind. Anyone who saw yesterday's blog about changing your "Chromosome 11" bookmarks to the new Word Press address, don't bother. Word Press sucks so hard it's not even funny. So I will continue to maintain the blog at http://bipolarconfessional.blogspot.com . If it's any consolation I've done a complete overhaul of the design and I think it looks a lot better. Furthermore, as I think I eluded to yesterday, I'm hoping to post a lot more material there. Perhaps the new look will be an inspiration.
So what are you waiting for? Dig in to the shit.
8.18.2009
8.17.2009
Chromosome 11 has moved
I've moved my song/poetry/prose blog, "Chromosome 11" over to WordPress, so if by some miniscule chance you have it bookmarked you might want to update that now.
Nothing against Blogger...I just wanted to try out WordPress and see how it compares. Time will tell. I think I'm going to try and do some more creative writing, which I will post here, as I have done in the past. Chromosome 11 has always been an archive for that kind of fare, so it makes sense to open up shop in a new location.
So if you get a hankerin' for that kind of shit, swing on by and visit...
Nothing against Blogger...I just wanted to try out WordPress and see how it compares. Time will tell. I think I'm going to try and do some more creative writing, which I will post here, as I have done in the past. Chromosome 11 has always been an archive for that kind of fare, so it makes sense to open up shop in a new location.
So if you get a hankerin' for that kind of shit, swing on by and visit...
8.16.2009
My 14 year old son has a serious aversion to having his picture taken. I'm sure he has his reasons, but I don't understand them, because he is a very handsome young man. I think he'll regret it when he's older. I wish I'd had a lot more photos taken when I was his age. I don't think I was averse to being photographed, we just didn't have the money to buy that expensive Polaroid film our camera used.
No matter...here are a few that I was able to dredge up from the archives. In all but one or two of them I'm just about the same age as my boy is now. give or take a year.
This is one of my all time favorites. What a defiant gesture! Such a rock star, convinced that I already was one! Check out the American flag on the wall behind me. And the bulletin board...all those little black and white squares are pictures from the movie "The Exorcist" that I'd culled from various movie magazines. Mostly shots of Linda Blair. When I moved into the bigger bedroom I couldn't take the bulletin board with me so I just pinned 'em to the wall. It looked awful, but I loved it. Ditched a few of the "Exorcist" pics but kept adding more and more of Linda. Oh, and I have no recollection of who painted the lovely horse portrait. Don't know how we got it or where, we (my brother and I) thought it was real cool, though. It IS cool! I wish I still had that thing today, I'd frame it and hang it in the living room.
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At Worlds of Fun amusement park in Kansas City Missouri with my dad, brother and uncle Jim.
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I never wore a cowboy hat. The coat was my mother's. The green, red, white stripe shirt was kind of uncomfortable. The white pants...well, you just don't see those around much anymore, do you? But what a pose, folks. What a pose.
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My brother and I sitting on the porch. Basically the one thing I like most about my appearance when I was in my early-mid teens was my hair, and to my way of seeing I think it looks pretty damn cool here. Not meaning to be vain in any of this, after all, the times have been long gone history and I sure as hell don't look like that anymore. You can see my mom's "rock garden" in front of the porch, complete with ceramic cactus. She used to walk down old dirt roads collecting rocks she thought were pretty, she'd put 'em all in a bag then bring them home and arrange them in the rock garden. Pretty cool Nowadays the area is cordoned off by old lumber beams and filled with hard soil ugly as sin.
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One of my best friends (at the time), Randy and I jumping from the back of my dad's old Ford pickup truck. I'm sure my brother took the picture and I'm also sure I told him to catch us in mid-air. Which he obviously did. I don't remember what year that truck was from...We had it when I was only a kid, so it couldn't be any older than early 60's. I'm thinking it was quite a bit older than that, even.
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I was going through a serious "Beatles phase" when this was taken. Notice all the pictures of the Beatles I have tacked to the wall behind me? You can tell they're ripped from some magazine. You can't hardly see the album I have in my lap, but it's "Yesterday and Today". Peace, brother!
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Here's a testament to the morbid sensibility I exhibited even as a young kid. This was taken while on vacation in Arkansas (I think...it may have been in OKC, in my aunt & uncle's back yard). My brother and I found this dilapidated car. I told him to snap off a picture of me laying on the hood as if I had just been run down. Who knows why I placed the flowers on my chest...
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Now this one's kind of odd. Of course I post it here because I think the hair looks really great :), but check it out...my dad is grilling up some barbeque, but he's wearing a coat. You just don't barbeque in the cold, do you? And there I am, standing outside with a thick shirt on, but no shoes. I won't even mention the hilarious high water pants because they have nothing to do with the enigma of cooking out on a frigid day.
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Clockwise from top center: yours truly, my grandmother, my cousin Andy, my mom and my dad. You can't really tell from the photograph, but I'm wearing a black fishnet tank top! I loved that shirt! You just don't see people wearing those anymore. Too bad.
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A follow-up shot from the morbid car crash series. I had this small cut of something on my leg and it had been bleeding...I thought, how cool would it look if I laid down in the front seat of this junker and try to look like I'd just been in an accident (reflecting on it now I am amazed at how truly creepy this all is). Probably had something to do with the song "D.O.A." by Bloodrock that was a favorite at the time.
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Okay, here's the last one, and once again I include it because I think the hair is so kick ass...crazy thing, at the time I HATED my hair. But just LOOK at this afro! Actually I think the effect was enhanced by pressing the back of my head up against the wall. No matter. It's CRAZY!
No matter...here are a few that I was able to dredge up from the archives. In all but one or two of them I'm just about the same age as my boy is now. give or take a year.
This is one of my all time favorites. What a defiant gesture! Such a rock star, convinced that I already was one! Check out the American flag on the wall behind me. And the bulletin board...all those little black and white squares are pictures from the movie "The Exorcist" that I'd culled from various movie magazines. Mostly shots of Linda Blair. When I moved into the bigger bedroom I couldn't take the bulletin board with me so I just pinned 'em to the wall. It looked awful, but I loved it. Ditched a few of the "Exorcist" pics but kept adding more and more of Linda. Oh, and I have no recollection of who painted the lovely horse portrait. Don't know how we got it or where, we (my brother and I) thought it was real cool, though. It IS cool! I wish I still had that thing today, I'd frame it and hang it in the living room.^^^^^^^^^^
At Worlds of Fun amusement park in Kansas City Missouri with my dad, brother and uncle Jim.^^^^^^^^^
I never wore a cowboy hat. The coat was my mother's. The green, red, white stripe shirt was kind of uncomfortable. The white pants...well, you just don't see those around much anymore, do you? But what a pose, folks. What a pose.^^^^^^^^^^
My brother and I sitting on the porch. Basically the one thing I like most about my appearance when I was in my early-mid teens was my hair, and to my way of seeing I think it looks pretty damn cool here. Not meaning to be vain in any of this, after all, the times have been long gone history and I sure as hell don't look like that anymore. You can see my mom's "rock garden" in front of the porch, complete with ceramic cactus. She used to walk down old dirt roads collecting rocks she thought were pretty, she'd put 'em all in a bag then bring them home and arrange them in the rock garden. Pretty cool Nowadays the area is cordoned off by old lumber beams and filled with hard soil ugly as sin.^^^^^^^^^
One of my best friends (at the time), Randy and I jumping from the back of my dad's old Ford pickup truck. I'm sure my brother took the picture and I'm also sure I told him to catch us in mid-air. Which he obviously did. I don't remember what year that truck was from...We had it when I was only a kid, so it couldn't be any older than early 60's. I'm thinking it was quite a bit older than that, even.^^^^^^^^^^
I was going through a serious "Beatles phase" when this was taken. Notice all the pictures of the Beatles I have tacked to the wall behind me? You can tell they're ripped from some magazine. You can't hardly see the album I have in my lap, but it's "Yesterday and Today". Peace, brother!^^^^^^^^^^
Here's a testament to the morbid sensibility I exhibited even as a young kid. This was taken while on vacation in Arkansas (I think...it may have been in OKC, in my aunt & uncle's back yard). My brother and I found this dilapidated car. I told him to snap off a picture of me laying on the hood as if I had just been run down. Who knows why I placed the flowers on my chest...^^^^^^^^^
Now this one's kind of odd. Of course I post it here because I think the hair looks really great :), but check it out...my dad is grilling up some barbeque, but he's wearing a coat. You just don't barbeque in the cold, do you? And there I am, standing outside with a thick shirt on, but no shoes. I won't even mention the hilarious high water pants because they have nothing to do with the enigma of cooking out on a frigid day.^^^^^^^^^^
Clockwise from top center: yours truly, my grandmother, my cousin Andy, my mom and my dad. You can't really tell from the photograph, but I'm wearing a black fishnet tank top! I loved that shirt! You just don't see people wearing those anymore. Too bad.^^^^^^^^^^
A follow-up shot from the morbid car crash series. I had this small cut of something on my leg and it had been bleeding...I thought, how cool would it look if I laid down in the front seat of this junker and try to look like I'd just been in an accident (reflecting on it now I am amazed at how truly creepy this all is). Probably had something to do with the song "D.O.A." by Bloodrock that was a favorite at the time.^^^^^^^^^
Okay, here's the last one, and once again I include it because I think the hair is so kick ass...crazy thing, at the time I HATED my hair. But just LOOK at this afro! Actually I think the effect was enhanced by pressing the back of my head up against the wall. No matter. It's CRAZY!^^^^^^^^^
8.12.2009
Here are a few more photos of my hummingbirds. Actually took these a week ago. I've been meaning to post them since then, but haven't done much at all on the blog lately. Hope to post more in the future, but for now, please enjoy these bird pics... I've got at least four of them flittering about now, but I don't know that I'll shoot any more photos. I don't think they like it.
8.08.2009
Another bizarre "conversation" playing Farkle of Facebook last night.
From the photo of my opponent I could see that she was probably very young. I decided I wasn't going to use the chat feature until she says, "What, aren't you going to talk?". So I say, "hi", and that's it. Then she wants to know why I don't want to talk to her. So I said something about my wrist hurting when I type, hoping she would take the hint and just let me play in silence. But then she says "that must hurt" or something like that, "I hurt my shoulder once. Have you ever hurt your shoulder? It really hurts."
So I said, "yes it does, my dear". Maybe I shouldn't have said "my dear", but it was completely innocent, I swear. I wouldn't have thought it would scare anyone (if that's what happened). I mean, come on, I don't care about your shoulder, right?
Next she asks me how old I am. I typed in the numbers 4 & 7, and nothing more. She responds, "I'm 15"...like I didn't know she was just a kid. I didn't know what to say so I typed the first thing that came into my head, "I have a son who is 14"..just trying to point out the age difference and actually hoping it would discourage her from chatting further.
I thought it was very strange, though, when she asked if he was single... I didn't have anything to say to that so I passed.
The game was progressing okay, I guess, though a bit slow because she was taking up too much time chatting. We were about neck and neck with each other at around the 5000 point mark when she says, "Don't you think this is awkward?" HUH??? Which is basically what I said. "You know what I mean," she continues, "you've got a son". Once again, HUH!!!!! So I reply, "I don't know any such thing...I'm just here trying to play a game."
A monumental breakdown in communication, caused, for all I know, by generational language confusion, prompted her to close the game... Which was just fine with me. I was more creeped out than she could ever have been, and that's no lie.
In retrospect I see the logic in her responce, though I honestly don't feel that I gave her cause for alarm. Better to be cautious with any stranger. But I hate to think that people would take me for a dirty old man just because I'm 47 and the person on the other end is only 15...I didn't match us up, in fact I think she was the one who intitiated the game and invited me. It creeped me out that she was so adamant about chatting. I didn't want to and should not have, even though the only reason I did was because I thought she was offended that I wasn't.
Oh well...I'll forget the whole thing soon. Which is why I wanted to make this post, so that one day I'll be able to look back and know that there are some things in life that are just going to make you scratch your head and say, "whatever".
From the photo of my opponent I could see that she was probably very young. I decided I wasn't going to use the chat feature until she says, "What, aren't you going to talk?". So I say, "hi", and that's it. Then she wants to know why I don't want to talk to her. So I said something about my wrist hurting when I type, hoping she would take the hint and just let me play in silence. But then she says "that must hurt" or something like that, "I hurt my shoulder once. Have you ever hurt your shoulder? It really hurts."
So I said, "yes it does, my dear". Maybe I shouldn't have said "my dear", but it was completely innocent, I swear. I wouldn't have thought it would scare anyone (if that's what happened). I mean, come on, I don't care about your shoulder, right?
Next she asks me how old I am. I typed in the numbers 4 & 7, and nothing more. She responds, "I'm 15"...like I didn't know she was just a kid. I didn't know what to say so I typed the first thing that came into my head, "I have a son who is 14"..just trying to point out the age difference and actually hoping it would discourage her from chatting further.
I thought it was very strange, though, when she asked if he was single... I didn't have anything to say to that so I passed.
The game was progressing okay, I guess, though a bit slow because she was taking up too much time chatting. We were about neck and neck with each other at around the 5000 point mark when she says, "Don't you think this is awkward?" HUH??? Which is basically what I said. "You know what I mean," she continues, "you've got a son". Once again, HUH!!!!! So I reply, "I don't know any such thing...I'm just here trying to play a game."
A monumental breakdown in communication, caused, for all I know, by generational language confusion, prompted her to close the game... Which was just fine with me. I was more creeped out than she could ever have been, and that's no lie.
In retrospect I see the logic in her responce, though I honestly don't feel that I gave her cause for alarm. Better to be cautious with any stranger. But I hate to think that people would take me for a dirty old man just because I'm 47 and the person on the other end is only 15...I didn't match us up, in fact I think she was the one who intitiated the game and invited me. It creeped me out that she was so adamant about chatting. I didn't want to and should not have, even though the only reason I did was because I thought she was offended that I wasn't.
Oh well...I'll forget the whole thing soon. Which is why I wanted to make this post, so that one day I'll be able to look back and know that there are some things in life that are just going to make you scratch your head and say, "whatever".
8.05.2009
My hummingbirds
I took a few pictures of my hummingbirds yesterday afternoon. I hope to catch them with some different angles in the next few days. There are at least three that come to my feeder, but I could only catch two this time around.
8.03.2009
Ed Bassmaster
This is the funniest guy I've seen in a long, long time.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, ED BASSMASTER!
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, ED BASSMASTER!
8.01.2009
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