Mood: Strangely Ecstatic :) (yessah, I'm copying that livejournal ish)

"woman" singular, is spelled with an "a", signifying "a woman", since there's no such thing as "a women", let alone "a beautiful women".
but i digress. for clarification, (and since i've been 'encouraged' to post more) this post, like my previous one, and the one before that, and most every post, is a "joke".
while it has partial intent to harm, it's harm and hate in a "funny way", because, since i am apparently only capable of being a "hater", i have to try to hate sometimes in a joking fashion. my deepest sincerest apologies to the one that took my seat when i exited the overemotional train.

on the serious tip, my sincerest apologies go out to the plethora of people who apparently i have been pissing off lately. if indeed there are a significant number, then at least a couple of them have to read this post right? this is for you guys! and if you know anybody else that i have pissed off, feel free to pass on this universal one-size-fits-all preliminary apology. this might turn into one of those 6-degrees of separation things! saucy!
i will actually, if requested, give a serious apology to anyone who feels i have wronged them, but i'd like for these people to step forward, out of the veil of anonimity which your spokesperson has cast over you, because frankly, i just don't believe his word over yours.
and, not that this is any real excuse for me, but, i have been in a bit of a depression lately with the slim prospects for jobs, and this has made me act less and less admirably.
but kids, just know, life is still what you make it, and i'm still gonna rock for your pawpaws and babykins.
and yes, i'm still on Michael Moore's side for a better America with real patriotism....boo yeah. support our troops...for life! (hope this doesn't piss anyone off)

that having been said, i breathe a small sigh of relief, for i know at least three wonderful people who read this site who i haven't pissed off in an unforgiveable way, (which i am glad for, cause that means i still have friends) and i would just like to say thank you. you fine warriors of steel have been very supportive of me lately with the great deal of stress that i'm going through.

as always i'm glad to know the real deal...the REAL deal...REALly.

p.s. "Beaufort..." come on! show the greatest small town in North Carolina some R-E-S-P-E-C-T!

speaking of how mikey sucks...

so i am online for some reason when i am at the beach with a beautiful woman... i guess i will never unplug. but then again, i guess the need to tell everyone of the extreme size of frogs around these parts is just too much a temptation for one blogger to fight. honestly, i am driving down down a deserted road in eastern north carolina with my windows down, music blaring (or as much a blare as a saturn can have) and i can hear the frogs OVER my music.

setting the scene...
it is nighttime and the pool is still quite warm from the sun all week. surprisingly the scattered thunderstorms had little effect on the temperature. what better idea than some night swimming...? well, of course the huge splash that we heard diving in the pool! but this could have been a small child playing too close - or... STEVE THE RIDICULOUSLY LARGE FROG! why steve you ask? well, why not? all i know is they grow them big around here and it freaks me out all kinda strange. anyways, if you like frogs, Beaufort is the place for you. as for me... i am leaving tomorrow... prolly cause of the frogs :-)

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

I realize how Mikey made a big complaint on Kildoo's unspoken exodus, then fails to inform me of his leaving the apartment to go to the beach. Now, I could be a total pussy and whine about how that hurts my feelings, and that I'm a sensitive guy who cares about the emotional rigors of living in an apartment with "sensitive guys", but, I've tried to move past that, since I recognize that all of us, just like Kildoo, are moving out shortly too. I know once it happens most of the "brotherhood" will make their best intention to talk to me as seldom as possible, and all will be right with the world.

I will agree with Mikey though that having Danny gone is a loss, but I said that before. It's a loss for me because as far as I know he's the only guy I know in Greensboro to act like my real "brother". Then again, that would be true without the existence of the brotherhood, just like lame posts would exist without the Brotherhood Online. Ohhhhh snap! Just wait till the Natred vs. Mustafacles blog. There's gonna be so much fury/humor, people might actually wanna read that one. That having been said...

I'm out like jobs in Greensboro!

on the brightest side...

man, today i realized what a complete homo i was.

as always, keeping it gay... REAL gay...

on the brighter side...

man, this week has been so rowdy so far! first off, the obvious - i got a job! i am working hard for corporate america, which doesn't thrill me, but i get to be nice to people, and that makes me happy. anyways, i have a job, and our new best friend daniel will be rooming with me next year so everything is coming together and God is awesome :-)

secondly, and most importantly... LAURA ELLEN WRIGHT came down to greensboro to visit me for a few short hours! oh my goodness how much i had missed her smiling face and her wonderful hugs. it ws so nice because when i am with my homegirl we don't have to do anythign special but chill and be cool, and that is one of the most awesome things in a low maintanance friend. we walked down to campus in the slight drizzle and looked at all the construction going on to see if their progress met our approval, it was rad. we just talked and talked about work and God working in our lives and though she is always too hard on herself, Laura is letting God teach her so many things and work through her and it was so encouraging to hear. she is always an encouragement and reflection of Christ and i just wanted everyone to know in case i never actually said it! but yes, Laura, you are awesome and are the highlight of my week! i can't wait to see you again :-) and i hope you are satisfied that you finally made the brotherhood page in more ways than an inside joke ;-)

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

a week of loss...

so this week has been tatered by the loss of two people who are very dear to me. the first was planned and i had time to make emotional arrangement. danny wulff left for papua new guinea friday morning and is now somewhere in the pacific i am guessing. os i have lost an accountability partner, a close friend, and someone who i never have to pretend realness around. danny is always cracking jokes and being the first one to tell you what's going down - truly a captain of realness. so i have one less home dogg to chill with and let's be honest -- greensboro lost a real cool guy for the time being. also...

the second loss of the week came as a total shock to myself along with basically everyone i know. i am sure those involved wouldn't have dreamed of persuading him to have told us before hand, but people are who they are, good or bad. for those of you who don't know, our beloved kildoo has abruptly moved out of our apartment without warning or provocation. he has been secretly working on getting a new apartment with some old acquaintances of ours from high school while not letting anyone, myself, or any of his current roomates included, know of his plans. so i wake up friday to see kildoo moving stuff out only to find his solemn and unemotional or apologetic words not comforting the fact that i feel like i am loosing one of my best friends. i kind of felt that he might go and live with these people, but i didn't care, i wasn't going to stop him or feel hurt he didn't want to live with me this coming year -- i just feel hurt he couldn't tell anyone, and furthermore lied about his plans. the lying comeing from when i have asked him over the course of the past couple of weeks as to what he is gonna be doing next year and his only response being "i dunno" -- when clearly his plan was already in effect. what would prompt kildoo to do such a thing? it is definately not the kildoo i have known all my life, and it still makes little sense. should i blame myself for just assuming all this time he had been spending away from the apartment was with his new girlfriend pam? a girl that none of us also know much about. the more i think about it, the more kildoo is a ninja... stealthy and secret-- always wanting people to open up to him but never bothering to let people know what he's up to.

so who knows how often any of us will see kildoo now. between his new apartment and his new girlfriend, what kind of event must we have going on for kildoo to make a special appearance? maybe i am just over worried about a situation. but maybe i am just concerned that someone who so many people care about doesn't realize how much they care...

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

I would just like to say congratulations to all those who made Danny's farewell gathering a great success. It was an entourage of all the right people, I only wish that more crucial characters could have been there to revel in the pleasantries, discourses, as well as the evening's other enchantments. We shall resume our life as planned, but must do so for a while without the presence of one of Greensboro's finest men. Perhaps while in Papau New Guinea, Danny can contract the proper ideas and intuitive elements to bring his personal clothing line from imagination to reality.

In other news...
I still have Mikey's bat...somewhere.

ode to danny...

so danny is leaving for papua new guinea thursday. actually, he is leaving for charlotte thursday, then papua new guinea sometime this weekend. my home dogg won't be back til sometime in early july. though it is great that he is going to see his parents, which he never gets to see, it is kinda sad cause, i mean, danny is an inspiration to all those who desire to keep it real. i am sure he won't even get a chance to read this cause he will be keepin it so real til he leaves. we are gonna have a going away thing for him tonight (wed night) late sometime... prolly at some late night eatery. but i am sure it won't do him justice. though danny is short, he makes up for it in the way he carries himself. and not just his ridiculous use of "holla!" which has put me on a personal crusade to spread his message of welcomeness to all those i meet -- but he knows what is up and is not afraid to be himself. so, even though he won't be around, i know he will be on the brain. everyone take the time to email him! i am pretty sure his email is on the brotherhood page somewhere. ok, for now -- love to the wulff man!

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

i would like to point out that warm rain, and lightning storms are SO rowdy it's not even funny. last night when the thunderstorm was coming there was nearly constant lighting and it was pretty dern cool. i took some really good pictures if anyone is interested in seeing them, just hit me up on AIM and i will send them to you or email them to you if you have a decent internet connection to download them. worde, i am such a sappy, pathetic, emo -- kinda kid at heart :-)

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

so what do you do on a day that it is cloudy and rainy all day? that's right! you end it with a good ol chilly night swim! big ups to martha for letting us come over and swim at her apartment complex :-) it's been awhile - but not in a staind kinda way. i have nothing else pointful to say... cept FLIGGERIFFICAL!!!

Well, as I've never made my official statement on the Iraq thing, I totally believe we are doing the right thing, and no, peaceful tactics don't work. That's f$&%ing retarded.
Didn't mean to sound so negative the other day, my attention was more focused on our current state of cohesive joblessness, not the particulars of Bush-onomics. I'm quite certain any President could eff it up as much as him. It's not about who our political leaders are but who pay them. We all should know by now that we have a handful of economic power players that decide our collective worldly fates and fortunes.
But as far as what's better than America, well, often that can't be determined by how much "stuff" you can have. I think there are probably plenty of other awesome places to live (probably not Greenland, the international social equivalent of West Virginia), but that's really not determined. I think Iceland is awesome but it is balls cold there. Truthfully I like the idea of moving to Mexico cause I like hot places. Maybe I'll go to Florida instead.
I mean, I've liked the few places I've traveled very much, and there's only so many times you can almost get clocked by a soccer mom in a big SUV with an American Pride bumper sticker before you get tired of all the fakeness, ignorance, and bland monotony of our lifestyle. Part-time patriots piss me off. And one of the few things I agree with Michael Moore on is that yes, being a real patriot means standing up against what is wrong with your country. We hold our preachers accountable. What about our presidents?
Bottom line, I don't wanna get old and realize that I did the exact same thing as everyone else, with no real answer as to why. People lack purpose these days, it's why Michael Moore does what he does, like every liberal, he preys upon people with no clear answers to things, just like ultra conservatives, who do the same things. As far as I'm concerned, the political views don't disturb me, not even the politics, it's the lack of what we see politics doing in our lives but just how big and invisible a role politics play.
And we are under a hammer and sickle, in some way or another, with each passing day. The only liberation is knowing that while worldly forces may attempt to spiral into a locking fist around us, we have a redeeming breaker of chains.
That's about all I gotta say. People may hate, but few ask me where I've been. When I see the same things happening again, I do thank God for every blessing, but I pray for everything. My lack of love for the "America" we have is my abundance of love for the America we need to envision. Maybe I won't leave. I'll probably just end up staying because I need to, because my destiny is here, to make a difference. But I don't have the answer yet.

more fun with john and mikey!

mikey: "i think i am going over to her place tonight."
john: "you gonna make out with her!?"
mikey: "i dunno... but if i do, i will make her call me john."
john: "i don't know how i feel about that..."

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

and in the defense of people being able to be tired of mikey -- i once again go to connie...

KngPolystr: man, aren't you tired of seeing me yet!? :-)
Pinkbunny0429: nonono... we're collectively crazy for you!
Pinkbunny0429: it's like... cocaine...
Pinkbunny0429: the more we get, the more we need

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

for the sake of more mikey -- and for the sake of lightening things up a bit: nate's post just reminded me that, even though i find him fairly amusing at times, michael moore is a smug, unhappy little man, and i really don't like him all too much. why do i not like him? why should you probably not like him either? well, go here and see...
www.michaelmoore.com

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

Here it is, my long awaited return to wrestling. I mean, return to the Brotherhood Blogspot. Some of you might wonder why I've been gone so long.
It doesn't take too much though. Not many people wonder why Hulk Hogan retired from his career multiple times...because most know that he did it only to come back stronger and better recieved by his fans. Of course, I'm no Hulk Hogan, and heck, I'm not even in the Brotherhood. I'm kind of like the Ray Mysterio of this blog.

However, we must take into account, that the real reason I'm blogging is to prevent this from becoming a sweltering pestilence of Mikey Fissel posting pleasure. Let's be real, it's not very fun to have 24/7 Mikey.
In other news, besides how we don't know anyone who quotes Strong Bad on a regular basis, there have been some serious problems in the real world of late. Like, how persons dear to the hearts of those I know and care about are being sent over to the middle east. It's in this time that I reflect about what's really going on...namely that I still know very little about the events in Iraq because I don't pay attention to the media. Now, for all I know, there could be another war with another country, but that's all beside the point. I really don't know what's going on anymore, and the more disturbing fact is, I don't care.

That's terrible news, cause I should care. But I don't have the time. The people in power are keeping me so busy trying to find a job, just by claiming that the economy's bad, that I have no time to watch the news midst my search for work in the rather shallow pool of job offerings.
I will say this now, I think this whole bad economy thing is just a sick excuse to keep people formerly in the middle class moving solidly down to lower class existences. It's been happening over the last several years, and now I see nothing but a dim future for anyone (myself included) that I know or grew up with. We're not rich, and we're not the few. We'll be the many, forced to work 3 part time jobs, 60 hours a week, with no good health insurance, just because the corporations we work for are too lazy or too greedy to give marginal job benefits to their workers.

So, my plan is to make enough money to save up and move to Mexico, where I can open up a bed and breakfast in a popular resort town, and grow some tomatoes and oranges in a garden and sell them at the market.
Sure I won't make much money, but at least I'll be happy, because I won't be sitting in traffic 9 hours a week, breathing toxic truck fumes, listening to Nickelback on the radio, eating processed rat meat, working 60 hours a week for 6 dollars an hour to come home to a craphole apartment with neighbors blasting music and snorting coke.

Thank you America, but I've had enough. A so-called free market economy going quickly down the toilet...practically everything in America owned by 5 major superconglomerates that have all the power in politics and the economy...a socialist system with none of the perks, just a few scabby rich and powerful people at the top playing on our lives to make us tools to their design. Contrary to popular belief, most Americans are dying quicker, or living longer with no retirement to look forward to, a job they hate, leaving debt to their kids...and the few that have a little extra are spending it on college in hopes that their children won't have to eke out the same miserable existence they did.

Look, just give me some sun and earth...some rain, some wind, some sky. I'm all for working hard, all my life, but at the end of the day, I wanna know it was worth it. And when I take that last sleep, I wanna know that my life reflected God's glory...not the gears of a devil's creation.

i don't understand... what's the deal with strong bad recently? i mean, the site was so funny before. sometimes it was all i could do not to go check out the frat guy one -- but now i cringe checking the new email every week. it's like they ran out of every good idea they had and trade humor for randomness. now it was very funny before because it was so random, but it was ordered sorta. like they were on track and kinda had little offshoots like "glow in the dark abs". but now it's just like "dear strong bad, do something funny." and he proceeds to walk around and talk in his voice while doing nothing very funny. this saddens me because i used to find great joy in this website and now i am only annoyed. but i guess there is some hope because i keep making myself go every monday. until then i can only puty the poor hapless souls who quote it all the time like it is still cool to do that. oh well... people must move on and i suggest we all play more video games so we can go to john's suggested website and be amused or -- because, let's be real, nothing is more humorous than the REAL news... anyways...

let us all stop to take some time to pray for the dwindling future of homestar runner... no wait... nevermind. homestar people, if you are reading this (which we know you're not!) then start being funny again. don't give up just when you get an audience... ah, just something else for me to gripe about... i love cheese necklaces

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

a conversation with john tonight after he bought me wendy's...

mikey: "man, where are my fries, i am starving!?"
john: "they're here in the bag... and technically they are MY fries."
mikey: "yeah, i guess you're right, thanks... but hand them to me, cause they are mine now."
john: "you are right... they are yours now..."
*hands over fries.. then reconsiders*
john: "cept this one... mmm... oh, and this one -- IT HAS BEEN CHOSEN!!!"

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

so the time has come to squash the bugs... there is little else i can say. they have been taking over our apartment since sometime in october i do believe. what a month to plan a takeover. not just any bugs either - as john pointed out earlier, if they were spiders, we'd know they were spiders and would be like "oh crap! a spider!" then we would do whatever you do when you see and fear a spider. but no, these... things... with billions of legs. they are the grossest bugs i have ever seen i believe. i mean, they are worse than the bugs that were in the secret passage way in indiana jones and the temple of doom. which brings me to my story... or anecdote...

john and i return from church and when we begin walking down the hall john yells and jumps backwards into me. now, either something startled john or he realized his long lost passion to be in my arms. let's hope he just wet himself. well, there it was... on our hall wall was one of the biggest bug-crawly-things yet. so john grabbed his camera to truly prove to his internet friends on the life threatening situation we all face here at spartan place everytime the lights go out! so anyone who wants nightmares, get up with john and he can send it to you. luckily for us, we have very little heart when it comes to things with more than two to four legs, and even then. so my sandal made short work of the creature from... wherever it originated! i really think our apartment could be a B movie setting. "the things that came from the vents!" du du dah! who knows... all i know is there is one less thing now... so one down, an indeterminable and possibly infinate number to go...

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...