Hair of the Blog

On Assholes

Len — Mon, 07 Jun 2010 04:41:06 +0000

I’m tired.

Tired of the kind of people who will bury a knife in your back and then have the balls to ask for the knife back. I’m tired of the people who call themselves a “friend”, but in reality are only there when it benefits them or makes them look good. I’m tired of people who are only concerned with how to further themselves. I’m tired of those who are willing to cut anyones throat to get a little farther ahead, because they can’t do it on their merits alone.

I’m tired of those who have a hobby of making everyone around them look bad because they percieve it makes them look better. I’m tired of people who are petty and small minded. I’m tired of the ones who manipulate and toy people on a daily basis simply because they can. I’m tired to the point where I’m no longer going to tolerate it. I’ve put up with it and kept my mouth shut too long. It’s time a sociopath was called a sociopath.

If you wondering if this post is about you, just ask. I would LOVE to tell you.

Thought for the Day

Len — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 12:50:37 +0000

“You can’t change the wind, but you can adjust your sails.”

I wanna be a celebrity!

Len — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 20:45:25 +0000

I just found the “celebrity playlists” on iTunes. I’m seriously thinking of starting a petition and bugging the living hell out of Apple until they either give me a playlist slot or a restraining order…

True Geekery

Len — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 19:13:40 +0000

The great thing about blogging with the iPod Touch is being able to blog RIGHT WHEN inspiration hits. No more notebooks, napkins, voicemails to myself or temporary Sharpie tattoos! As I write this I am sitting in my car, listening to music, and blogging using the ad-hoc network I setup with a laptop and cellmodem. I love being a geek!

Blogging again

Len — Sat, 26 Dec 2009 17:18:33 +0000

I’m blogging yet again, but this time I’m doing it in style; with an iPod Touch and the WordPress 2 app. Once I hget some more time in it, I’ll review the app. I’m boycotting christmas this year, so the most you’ll get from me is a “Bah, Humbug!”

Three Weeks

Len — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 20:41:23 +0000

Today I went into my daughter’s room for the first time since she was taken from us. There is nothing I could have done, nothing anyone could have said, that could have prepared me for what I found in that room. When I walked in, I flashed back to three weeks ago immediately. I saw her in her bed not breathing. I saw her on the floor. I saw myself doing CPR on her, I saw Paramedics, Firefighters and Deputies working to save her. I remembered stroking her hair while they were trying to get her intubated, telling her I Love her, and it would be OK. I remembered begging her to come back, to not leave us. I remember being in the ER room, after the doctor told us there was nothing more he could do. I remembered holding her for the last time, telling her how much I Love her. Not wanting to let her go.

I couldn’t breathe. I started to panic, reliving the events again and again, each time more vivid than the last. I felt like I had a car sitting on my chest, it hurt so bad. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t yell. I know because I tried. I could only cry.

This is not the natural order of things. Parents shouldn’t outlive their children. The human body and mind isn’t wired to process that. When a child dies, not only does the parent lose the love of their life, they lose the dreams they had for that child, the hopes and ambitions they had. Their life is immediately different, and will never, ever be the same. Tasks they did everyday without effort or thought become monumental tasks that take more energy and concentration than they seem to have. They have no patience left, for anyone short of their siginificant other. The smallest, most insignificant act or word in passing can send them into a rage, or a deep, sobbing depression.

Friends with children say “I can’t imagine how you feel”. Good. Nobody should have to know that. Friends without children often say “I don’t know what to say”. Thats fine, just don’t ramble on to make yourself feel better.

Monk’s Creative Writing Exercise

Len — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 02:21:55 +0000

Monk was kind enough to help out with the SocialVibe charity I picked up. While I was perusing his site, I noticed he has posted writing exercises. The basic jist is this: he gives you a list of words, and you come up with a post using all of the words at least once. I like this. Just sitting here thinking about what I should write has been a good exercise for my imagination. I’m going to try and do it, but have to get my head right first.

Help me help them

Len — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 04:59:19 +0000

My daughter spent a LOT of time in hospitals in her 15 months on this planet. Every once in a great while we were treated to a “children’s hospital”, where they actually know how to, and try their best to cater to the little ones. What I found out is that most children’s hospitals are non-profit, or not-for-profit endeavours. Unlike your average “big people” hospital, most children’s hospitals are run as a charity, and therefore rely on the generosity of others to keep the doors open. I can tell you from personal experience, children need children’s hospitals. I’m not rich by any stretch of the imagination, so the way I found to help is by partnering with SocialVibe. When you click on the Children’s Miracle Network widget on the right side, a donation goes out to them. It costs you absolutely ZERO, only about 5 seconds of your time. I get absolutely nothing from this. Please help them out.

Bat Shit Crazy

Len — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 04:08:18 +0000

Bat Shit Crazy

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Bat Shit Crazy

Need I say more?

WTF

Len — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 03:57:40 +0000

Why do people feel the need to tell you they don’t know what to say? If you have nothing meaningful to say, just don’t say anything.