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2012-01-17T18:15:00.001-08:00

Vocab

2011-09-24T06:58:00.000-07:00

Irreverence- 1. Lack of reverence or due respect.
Reverence-1. A feeling of profound awe and respect and often love; veneration. See Synonyms at honor.
2. An act showing respect, especially a bow or curtsy.
3. The state of being revered.

Veneration-1. The act of venerating.
2. Profound respect or reverence.

Honor- 1. High respect, as that shown for special merit; esteem: the honor shown to a Nobel laureate.

2.
a. Good name; reputation.
b. A source or cause of credit: was an honor to the profession.
3.
a. Glory or recognition; distinction.
b. A mark, token, or gesture of respect or distinction: the place of honor at the table.
c. A military decoration.
d. A title conferred for achievement.
4. High rank.
5. The dignity accorded to position: awed by the honor of his office.
6. Great privilege: I have the honor to present the governor.
7. Honor Used with His, Her, or Your as a title and form of address for certain officials, such as judges and mayors: Her Honor the Mayor.
8.
a. Principled uprightness of character; personal integrity.
b. A code of integrity, dignity, and pride, chiefly among men, that was maintained in some societies, as in feudal Europe, by force of arms.
c. A woman's chastity or reputation for chastity.
9. honors Social courtesies offered to guests: did the honors at tea.
10. honorsa.
Special recognition for unusual academic achievement: graduated from college with honors.
b. A program of advanced study for exceptional students: planned to take honors in history.
11. Sports The right of being first at the tee in golf.
12. Games
a. Any of the four or five highest cards, especially the ace, king, queen, jack, and ten of the trump suit, in card games such as bridge or whist.
b. The points allotted to these cards. Often used in the plural.

Confusion- 1. the act of confusing or the state of being confused
2. disorder; jumble
3. bewilderment; perplexity
4. lack of clarity; indistinctness
5. embarrassment; abashment
6. Roger has it.

　

02/21/11

2011-09-20T17:53:00.001-07:00

On the one week anniversary of valentines day 2011 Chester Cheetah tried to kill me. It was a cloudy wet murky day in the orange city of phoenix. After a hard Friday of work some of the HPD crew decided to play cards, drink some beer, and have some dinner at the Extended Stay. The party consisted of HPD participants James (Boss, host, and chef), Wayne (Crazy deaf internet Casanova), later on Jeff (Owner of HPD), and me-Roger (Stud and Hero; because I said so, OK). I indulged myself; too much dinner (It was good), too much beer (It was Sol; Awesome). After a while of playing cards on the ironing board we broke out the snack foods one of them being Flamin’ Hot Cheetos which I had tried a couple weeks before and thought they were purty (speeled rong on porpoise spell check) good. The taste of the Sol and Cheetos together was awesome, the combination reminded me of Doritos and Pot (It is fiction mom). As I was jamming red hot dry spicy powdered snacks and sol down my beer hole I started to have difficulty breathing and started coughing and gasping for air, I was desperate for fresh sweet cool air but instead kept getting dry irritatingly hot dust stuck in my throat and I thought this might be it; retard killed by snack food. Thankfully the only consequence was a red face, moist eyes, a desire for more sol, and embarrassment. We continued playing cards and had a great time and then called it a night with the cheeto incident forgotten by all including myself. I went back to my room on the other side of the Extended Stay. Wound down and fell asleep on my stomach. At 2 in the morning Chester showed up in the form of a monster burp that blew red dust into my mouth from behind and woke the sh!+ out of me. Not literally, more like all the air out of me, not actual sh!+. I went to the bathroom…sink and started hand feeding my mouth water and trying to desperately get some air in there. After a couple minutes Chesters’ grip relaxed and I was relieved to survive round 2. On reflection I will never let Old Chester put his dust in my throat again, and hopefully that will be the closest I ever come to snack food asphyxiation. Where‘s the love snack food? That could have been an awkward pearly gate orientation interview. Not the end (Whew!).

FB post 919; Something I told my kids that I now realize could be less than 100% true

2011-09-19T05:37:00.000-07:00

When I was a teenager I preferred the company of real people instead of electronic devices. I miss you walkman! You made my ears go gay for your sweet whispers. If you are out there in the facebook world call me
. My # is 1800-sofullofit. Really (smiley face).

FB post 918

2011-09-18T09:26:00.000-07:00

Some financial advice; adventure stays in the memory bank.

Lighten up

2011-09-18T07:03:00.000-07:00

OK that was some heavy stuff, now that I carried it around a little it is time to throw it away and lighten up. Why not peruse the internet and look for jokes? OK Rog, you do that, and stop talking to yourself. But I am the only one that will listen. So go ahead and entertain yourself. Well I think I will…

I like escalators, 'cause an escalator can never break. It can only become stairs.

I don’t know man, that didn’t quite hit the funny bone. Dam (misspelled on purpose) you copy and paste text change.

I never got a hole in one -- but I did hit a guy, and that's way more satisfying. You're supposed to yell 'Fore,' but I was too busy mumbling 'There ain't no way that's gonna hit him.'

I like that one… there is a special place in my heart in one for golf jokes. You gonna let that comment live in print Rog? Why not, bad jokes need attention too.

I want to do another reality show based on 'The Mole,' but it's really about STDs -- sexually transmitted diseases -- and it's called, 'God, I Hope That's a Mole.'

Naughty!

Isn't it strange -- when you're single, all you see is couples, and when you're part of a couple, all you see are hookers.

I'm in terrible shape. Oh my God, I need a nap after I fart.

Sounds like somebody is stealing jokes from my brother again.

I learned nothing in college. It was really kind of my own fault. I had a double major: psychology and reverse psychology.

Oh, a smart joke huh? Nobody likes a smart joke.

Republican spin: Obama says he's bringing 10,000 troops home. The Republicans are calling it a "failed jobs program."

I know I am getting old when I start to like political economy jokes. I must be tired. Step away from the keyboard Rog.

　

Huh?

2011-09-17T10:57:00.000-07:00

Kind of a strange past few days, with a lot of intense thoughts. A topic that has been on my mind has been the relationship that each one of has with violence, like the weather (Again, the weather metaphor?) it is always there. The back-story that brought these thoughts to the surface came from where I work. I work at High Purity Draw in Phoenix, AZ, it is a Computer Assisted Drafting services company to High tech contractors. (HUH?, exactly). Well we have 2 interns that have worked there for about 6 weeks, in the beginning I trained and orientated them to what we do (Not easy). One of them, I will call him H has had some CAD experience in the Architectural field. So over the weeks I processed information about him that I was given. He is very quiet and laid back, has a girlfriend, been unemployed for about 6 months but before that had worked with another co-worker of ours, grew up in or around L.A. He left L.A. to pursue a better life in Phoenix. Other info I received from him was that he lived in the avenues, my first thought was dangerous. Phoenix has Central Avenue that is just north of downtown and centrally located (Meant to be funny, sometimes funny is hard to convey in print). On the west side of Central is the avenues, and on the east side are the streets. Just like any city there are separations of race and class ( I use the word class, but the choice seems so wrong (It‘s an oxymoron (Look it up))). Well to break it down simply, if you go into the avenues you are risking your life. There are parts of the streets that are dangerous but just do not have the street cred of the avenues. (That sentence was fun to write, read it over and you might see what I mean). The interns were working part time in the beginning and there was a day that H wanted to be off at 4 because he had a shooting time at the range. It did not really sink in because in a way I come from an environment where firearms are common. I have a face book friend that I went to high school with and he is always posting pics of his grouping on range targets. So when H showed me pics of range targets on his phone it seemed like a normal part of the work day. Days are full of information, but does the information really lead to any truth? There I go again asking life questions. I now find it fascinating that firearms have been present in my life, yet I choose not to participate or interact with them at all. Heck my brother can watch an action movie and probably tell you what every gun is in the movie. I wonder if he has ever thought about that? Back to H, a couple of weeks ago I found out that he had been a victim of a house invasion, I will save you the details but he was even tied up (How many of you out there can say that you have been tied up by force and lived to tell about it?) If it happened to me I would be traumatized. I mean I have dodged my share of bullets like Keanu Reeves in the Matrix, and yes I have added my own personal brand of drama to this sentence, but I might be more pissed at the world if I went through that experience.

A couple days ago (Thurs) a detective called work and said that H was a witness being questioned and would not be to work. Throughout the day there was speculation and rumor. One opinion was that we would not see H again.

This is an article from the AZ Republic.

Phoenix man killed during home invasion

by Catherine Crook - Sept. 15, 2011 03:20 PM
The Arizona Republic-12 News Breaking News Team

A man was found shot to death in his home early Thursday while two children were in the home, according to the Phoenix Police Department.

Phoenix police officers responded to a report of an armed burglary near 83rd Avenue and Camelback Road about 4:19 a.m. Thursday.

Two men kicked open the door of the home, according to the Phoenix Police Department. Gunshots were heard shortly after they broke in. The homeowner was found mortally wounded in the back bedroom, according to the Phoenix Police Department.

At the time of the shooting, there were six people inside the home. Two of those people were children between 4 and 6 years old. There was also a man and two women in the home, according to Phoenix police.

Police believe that there were possibly three adult suspects.

Detectives are investigating the shooting. Police encourage anyone with information on this shooting to call the Phoenix Violent Crimes Bureau at (602) 262-6141 or Silent Witness at (480) WITNESS, (480) TESTIGO for Spanish.

I also saw a news report on the incident, and one detail that the news woman added was the heavy smell of marijuana from the house.

H came into work Friday morning. Again he was quiet, soft spoken, calm, and told us that the door of his house was kicked in and three men (If you got to know, one white, one black, and one latino) entered, one restrained him with a gun to his head while the other two went into his roommates room and shot him in the head before he could shoot back. The men took money and ran off. For some reason H put his gun in a drawer instead of having it under his pillow like normal. When he saw his roommate it was obvious he had checked out. He spent most of the day in a t-shirt and shorts with law enforcement, later in the day he was allowed to get some of his stuff and took it to a friends. H expressed his thankfulness of having a job, being alive, and told us that he did not do drugs.

Again, a lot of thoughts and questions have been flowing to my mind and heart. A therapist once told me that I was a suspicious person, and I know that I have taken a lot of negativity and pain from those suspicions. There are so many lessons in these events that I find it challenging to communicate them. I can turn all the negativity, suspicions, dark energy, etc. into positive energy in the form of questions and answers. Are you a villain or a hero? Are the answers you supply as important as answers in a Mad Lib?(Huh?) Where do I stand on a lot of these topics? Racism-Against it. Media-no matter the information everybody will create their own truth. Guns-instruments that people use for gain. Drugs-As my dad always said “They are poison”. Choice- totally for it. Fate- sometimes looks like choice. H- good guy. Class- fragile. People- be nice. Judgment- reserve it. Life-will go on. Violence- it is real, we have seen it.

How will I end this string of thought- I will step away from the keyboard for a while.

Get it out there

2011-09-11T10:23:00.001-07:00

Get those stories within out there. There are so many in my head that it is overwhelming. There is a set of stories and characters that have been entertaining me this week. Like a big pot of soup I want to throw as much as I can into it and just see how it tastes. Then I asked myself, “Why not put ingredients up on the blog as an experiment and just see how it tastes as it cooks?” OK, I will do that.

Froggie & the boy

My world was my Mom, my Dad, and house. The house was grouped within others that looked the same yet different in a Easter type of way. Easter yellow, blue, purple, etc. colors. Ours was Easter egg yellow with egg white trim. My dad worked in the yards and garage. My mom worked inside the house and kitchen. There were many sunny days. I kept myself busy at play with a heart filled with love of the perfect life. What am I? I am a little boy.

At night the weather often changes. Sunny days of love can turn into rainy days of darkness. What is the biggest change- you can’t go outside. “But what about with an umbrella?” No that will only protect you from rain coming straight down, but rain will come from all directions as often rain does. One day it rained all over the inside of the house. Thunder, lightning, winds, sloppy ugly black storms of anger. Yelling, objects flying, disharmony, hate, my face was wet. I could only stay in my room, but my face was getting wet. Loud noises of raging thunder were making me jumpy and anxious. Where could I hide? My door is always cracked open, because I am scared of the dark, but I was now very scared of the light in the hallway that was so very loud and angry.

Where could I go? I could not go into the closet there were boogeyman in there, no way, don’t get too close to the window or the Evil tree will get you with talon branches always scratching at the window to take you away forever. I went to my bed, it is so comfortable and full of my stuffed animal friends. I have to run and jump onto it though, because of course there is a dragon underneath it.

I wiped my face on the inside of my oversized basic white tee-shirt that mom would put on me for the night. I slowed time down and eased my breathing, I was fast and the dragon was slow, it would not get me this night. The tee usually hit my ankles so I pulled it up a little for running. A couple of bounds and I was flying over the bed into the arms of my stuffed friends. I laughed a little as I landed and then asked everybody “How’s everybody?” “We are excellent now that our boy is here,” said Froggie. “Thank you.” “Your welcome.”

I feel like I should stop, and do some ‘splainin’. All the stuffed friends had been given to me by friends and family as gifts and therefore they were alive and full goodness. Froggie was a little different he was made with love by my Grandmother. She said that he is frog, but does not look like one at all, he looks like a soft humpty dumpty turtle without a shell. His front is a light green cloth with two half marbles for eyes, a buttoned nose, and a big red thread smile for a mouth. His smile is always there, it never changes yet big laughs will come out of it, if I had to pick one word that explained him it would be….Fun. His back is a white, with green striped patterns, and his arms and legs look the same as a gingerbread cookies. All the other stuffed friends are alive but some were made at stores or storyhouses…some include The Raggedy Sister and brother, a big yellow bird, a Tiger that sold gas, a blue monster that ate only cookies, and a happy mouse with a high-pitched voice. Froggie was special though, he was my best friend. Enough ‘splainin’ for now.

After I said hello to everybody, we decided to pull the covers over the group and wait out the storm in warmth. We made a campfire (Not real fire, pretend fire), and sat in a circle and laughed and told stories until I fell a sleep happy.

In the morning I was awakened by warm sunshine on my face, the storm was gone, the dragon, evil tree, and boogeyman had disappeared to their day sleeping places. The morning looked good and safe, I took Froggie with me out of the room to look for Mom and Dad. After breakfast I wanted to take Froggie into the backyard to do some exploring. I know there is a tree in the back corner that is the tallest in the world. I want to climb it and look around.

OK, so that was a taste of some of the ingredients. Q & A- Q: “Why does there have to be multiple….I will use the word villains because that is what came out of the keyboard?” A: It may come out as a downer but I wanted to get some of the ideas of evil out there, and what came to me was the Storm across the hallway, the dragon under the bed, boogeyman in the closet, the evil tree outside my window, etc. Those were some brainstorming ideas. I do want to be heavy on examples of Goodness, because my ultimate goal would be to make these uplifting tales. Q: “Why so little dialogue?” A: “Just the way it happened, it is meant as an introduction.” “I had no idea what would come out, well some things were planned, but it turned out very different than expected. Heck, I totally left out characters like Roknhorse and also the Scientist. But there will be other opportunities for them, ‘til then later.” -Rog

Going deep

2011-09-08T04:51:00.000-07:00

We are all capable of being saints or sinners. It is possible to live in heaven or hell. It is up to you to tell the difference between clouds and smoke.

Look it up!

2011-09-01T04:57:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I doubt that I comprehend words, so I look them up in the dictionary and am often surprised at what I find.

Deadline- 1. A time limit, as for payment of a debt or completion of an assignment.
2. A boundary line in a prison that prisoners can cross only at the risk of being shot.

Huh, that is weird, I did not know about the #1 definition.

120810 Gothy morning everybody!

2011-08-29T04:59:00.000-07:00

12/08/2010

Woke right up at 5 this morning, mind racing, but not clearly. Have had some intense dreams the last few days. Now in the past I would have told myself that they are evil, and that because of association I was evil too. We all have bad thoughts and I do have an active imagination. It makes sense that I would scare the poop out of myself. I feel strength in my spirituality lately and that has given me strength. Have to be careful not to get to be over confident, interesting that I just swiped confident because I was interested in what the thesaurus options were and self possessed was an option, interesting, I just swiped interesting and another option was stimulating. Using Thesaurus’s are fun. I could turn my dreams into entertainment. I have been feeling like I am being pulled a little in the devination direction. I saw a Ouija board in target the other day and it really peaked my interest. The pointer could glow in the dark. I want to be able to use the occult in stories, at the same time I do not want to fall into negativity and darkness. Look into the dark, but spend most of the day in a sunny disposition. I think I will listen to The Cure to cheer me up.

Great movie lines

2011-08-27T07:01:00.001-07:00

"Gentlemen, please rest your sphincters." -Hedley Lamar, Blazing Saddles...or is it, Hedey?

A quote from Mel.

2011-08-27T06:53:00.001-07:00

"I don't know what to say, so I'll just say what's in my heart... Baboom, Baboom, Baboom."
-Mel Brooks

Discuss.....

2011-08-27T06:48:00.000-07:00

Discuss…. craziness. You are crazy. You know what is crazy is denying it, I know that I am a star that does not fit in a round world. For protection I hide the craziness from people that I do not completely trust. So take it as a compliment that I don’t think that you will turn me in to the mental health Nazis. You know what? Straight jackets are tight, and I would enjoy shock treatment, but the institutionalized ladies are not that attractive. Maybe their makeup is taken away from them. Now if they were hot that is a whole different situation, beauty supersedes crazy. Actually crazy is usually attached to beauty, it is a very exciting package. Beauty is fleeting though, crazy is permanent. So you got to pick your battles.

I have a feeling that I may be out of the craziness closet now. Oh well.

World,

2011-08-27T06:33:00.001-07:00

World, you sure are persistent in trying to close my open mind.

OLDER POSTS

2011-08-27T06:22:00.001-07:00

Check out the little link in the lower right corner called “older posts” to discover more craziness. My intent was to have rolling content in the blog but my knowledge of the blogger design has led me to this structure. There are thumbnails just below the header to posts, there is the home page with the latest posts and then the surprisingly small “older posts”. If anybody knows how to make it bigger let me know (That’s what she said).

Untitled

2011-08-24T05:56:00.000-07:00

Don’t analyze it, enjoy it, but God made me an analyst.

Huh?

2011-08-24T05:49:00.000-07:00

If I don't help myself, who will?

Original quote (I think)

2011-08-24T05:45:00.001-07:00

The flaw with self-deprecating humor is that people will believe you. -Rog

Kipling quote

2011-08-24T05:42:00.001-07:00

"I keep six honest serving men (they taught me all i knew); Theirs names are What and Why and When And How And Where and Who."
— Rudyard Kipling

Groundbreaking self-help quote

2011-08-23T06:37:00.000-07:00

"Happiness is governed by our mental attitude". This quote gives me Deja Vu.

You had to be there

2011-08-23T06:28:00.000-07:00

I was talking to a businessman the other day and he stated that "confusion is money". Then I said "well how do I lubricate that?" He shook his head and looked perplexed "do you mean liquidate?" I said no...and "that was worth a dollar or two, right?"

Huh. Would a better punchline been "so how much do you think I deserve?". "So how much do you owe me?" "I take checks or money orders". "Here's my bill".

The voice in my head said…

2011-08-22T11:45:00.001-07:00

“I dare you to open the straight jacket”.

Sad but true

2011-08-22T11:05:00.001-07:00

I keep looking for a book called “The complete idiot’s guide to being human”.

2011-08-22T10:54:00.001-07:00

I am very patriotic…and what is more American than being unemployed?