Not my chair, not my problem: New Blog

I went ahead a did us all a favor and got a real site. Not a fake one. A real one. It will be updated soon, but here it is:

http://www.polarbearface.com/

Thanks everyone who pays attention to this boring stuff!!!

xoxoxoxox

Attractive Rubble

“I don’t use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.” – M.C. Escher

 

X = Stranger

I am an X amongst many X‘s, and I guess that means that because of the fact, getting by shouldn’t at all be that difficult. In hindsight, I’d rather even say that the Me that was me back before I was the ME as I am today, could have used some pointers towards the right direction of most other Me’s (sub X) out there in the world. But before I go on, I just want to add that being me is at most times funny. I laugh a lot at the strangest things. My therapist says that this is because I’ve gained “control” over the issues that allow ME to be me.

 

Question: What are your thoughts when facing an opponent?
Bruce: There is no opponent.
Question: Why is that?
Bruce: Because the word ”l” does not exist.
A good fight should be like a small play…but played seriously. When the opponent expands, l contract. When he contracts, l expand. And when there is an opportunity… l do not hit…it hits all by itself (shows his fist).
Any technique, however worthy and desirable, becomes a disease when the mind is obsessed with it.

So in this new found need to express my Weekend Me, I have sort of tapered the drinking off, made some new songs, and waxed, polished, and shined my numchuk collection. It’s all for the betterment of the weather in my house, and in hopes of reuniting in a dark alley with my arch-enemy-Me.

 

“I won’t eat anything green. ”  – Kurt Cobain

Which brings me to my next point: Why, is it that beer and me don’t get along on Friday nights, or Saturday nights for that matter [otherwise known as W(sub M)(b/F+S)].  And why do I find myself always doing the same routine at the same hour after I’ve been drinking for several hours previously? [Also known as Σ of W{W(sub M)(b/F+S)}/R]. What is it? Well, I go home, make stabs at what tomorrow will probably feel like {probability that the Σ W/R is y, and why it’s a strange thing to be anything at all}. Then I fall asleep and dream about being someone else who never Fails and because they never fail, they are in fact inherently imperfect like the rest of us; this also makes him X too.

 

 

“Some people are just dicks.”

Have a great weekend!