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Short and sweet, a thought I had this morning… Given my luck with women pre- and post-marriage (virtually nonexistent on both sides) it’s actually miraculous that I a) got someone to marry me and b) that someone wanted to make babies with me. I think these two wonderful souls were just meant to be!

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3 Years!

Hi folks!  So three years ago this week I kicked off this blog with …She’d Be Creative.  I know I haven’t written much of late… anyone still around?  In honor of the milestone, anything you all would like me to write about?  Topics, questions, anything?

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I just had lunch with my BFF, and I talked to her about a cool movie called About Time, which is a sweet romantic comedy with a dose of time travel.  If you haven’t seen it I highly recommend it.

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We when on to talk about how having children tends to erase regrets or at least cast them in a new light, which reminded me of this post I wrote a few years back. So I wanted to reblog it, especially since it’s a much more “positive” post than I’ve written of late. Enjoy 🙂

My Ideal Woman...

I’m pretty sure I’ve written here before how having children so dramatically changes your perspective, not least of which has to do with regrets you may have had in life.  The steps you took in life, even the steps you may have regretted, ultimately led you to the path that brought your children into your life… and every day I see these wonderful little souls, these amazing lives that are growing and becoming more and more independent and curious, with dreams and hopes for their futures, I realize that even a slight deviation in my path to them might have prevented them from even existing.  It takes my breath away when I think back and contemplate how easy it could have been to take a different path, and so how can I regret the things I used to think of as mistakes and lost opportunities if they ultimately led me…

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Ben_Scared

It was quiet in the boys room, the time of night when Mister Sand had brushed away the daily fear and pain of life in the orphanage and replaced it with the hopes and joy of youthful dreams.  The only sounds were the deep breaths of the slumbering, peppered with a few light snores and the nose whistle of Shep, who always seemed to be stopped up.

Unfortunately the fresh welts on Justyn’s back prevented him from joining the others in blissful sleep.  He lay on his stomach, covers down to his waist and his shirt pulled up to keep the rough cloth from inflaming the wounds further.  Even the night air couldn’t seem to cool the painful, throbbing reminders of the lash.  It had been the worst beating Justyn had ever experienced, and he had mercifully passed out before Cold Crone had finished.

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Had an idea for a short story, wanted to go ahead and capture the vibe in words on the page and loaded them onto my story-writing blog… still need to do the hard work of outlining, character bios, etc… but it’s a start. Definitely curious to hear any feedback on your initial impressions!

Ben_Scared

“You are lowborn and will never amount to anything!”

The words stung worse than the lash that sometimes crossed Justyn’s back, a demoralizing combination of truth and fear.  Truth that, yes, he was born the lowest of the low, the son of a barmaid so wedded to her cups she couldn’t keep a job for more than a few days at a time.  And the fear that, yes, his dreams of escaping this hellhole were no more real than the nightmares that plagued his sleep.

The bitch who tormented him was beautifully christened Guinevie Goode, but in the orphanage she was called Cold Crone behind her back.  Pretty is as pretty does, they say, and there was nothing pretty about Cold Crone’s visage or disposition.  While she was hard on all the children in her tender care, she always saved an extra helping of harsh for Justyn.  Likely because…

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This dream is just too funny…

I all too rarely have erotic dreams, sadly… but what’s even more sad is that when I do have one my subconscious usually finds some way to fuck it up before it can get to the good stuff.  I wake up with a hard on and irritated with myself.  Seriously, subconscious?!  As if my waking life wasn’t sad enough in the romance and sex department, I can’t even catch a break in my freaking dreams?!

Last night I had a dream that I was hanging out with a female friend I know online.  I recall thinking “wow, this is cool that we’ve gotten to meet in real life, and we’re getting along great!”  So we’re going along, enjoying each other’s company, when I get a sense that she wants me to kiss her.  Now, in the past, my usual response to this sort of thing in real life is “nah, that’s just wishful thinking on my part…”  But I’m an older man now, and heck this is a dream, so I go for it… and it turns out that she did want to kiss me!

So we start making out, and things begin to get hot and heavy, clothes are coming off… and suddenly I start feeling sad, and thinking “man, everyone else always gets the girl...” and I get up and quietly leave the room to the lovebirds…  I walk out of the cabin a large group of us are staying in, go to the fridge, get a beer and step outside into the night air.  I imagine what those two are doing in the bedroom, jealous and sad…

…And suddenly realize– wait a minute, that’s ME in there with her!  So why in the hell am I out here?  I mean, it’s bad enough that my subconscious (not to mention real life) usually finds a way for someone else to get the girl, but this time I actually GET the girl and I can’t even enjoy it first hand!  WTF?!?!

I wake up with a hard on, irritated with myself… but this time I just have to laugh out loud at how absurd my subconscious can be!

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LOVE Rachel’s awesome Mission Statement on her life, we should all think as deeply about what we want out of this life we’ve been given!

Life of an eight cow woman

Rachel Morrissey
Media Management & Leadership
Vision & Mission Statement

I am a storyteller: a writer, an actress, a monologist.  I intend to help create new media that explores the human soul, the issues of the day, and the ideas of tomorrow.  I will make documentaries, write plays, write books, perform my own works and others, for stage, radio, tv, and web.  I hope to work with many people in common creative endeavors to create media that will make people laugh, think, and cry, sometimes all at the same time.  While doing this, I intend to stay true to myself, look to others needs as well as my own, and have fun at work, loving both what I do, and why I do it.  

Two years ago, I realized that I had allowed outside success to define me.  As a lobbyist, my job had become repetitious nonsense that I…

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If you’ve been following my blog for at least a couple months you know that I’ve been on a quest to expand my social horizons.  Being married for 14 years and then recently divorced has left me in a gigantic social void that I’ve been attempting to crawl out of by going out and joining new social groups and hosting a party recently.

About  a month ago I wrote a post lamenting that I didn’t have a woman in my life who would go with me to events like the Beer, Bourbon, and BBQ festival (…She’d Like Bourbon and BBQ), and was kinda down that I couldn’t even rustle up a friend or two to go with me to what sounded like an awesome event.  A few of you urged me in the comments to go solo because… well, where better place to find a woman who loves bourbon and BBQ than at a bourbon and BBQ festival?  It was a compelling argument… but ultimately the logistics involved and the meager funds available at the time had me choose plan B– bourbon and homemade BBQ at home.  I vow that next year, if I’m still single and still can’t rustle up any friends to go, I’ll go even if I have to fly solo!

Speaking of flying solo, I am going out tomorrow night to see Neko Case perform at The National, a really cool venue in downtown Richmond to see live music.  In my 20s, going to see live music was something I loved doing and did quite frequently, and would even go alone if the band was someone I really wanted to see and no one else was interested.  The National is an old movie theater that’s been refurbished as a live venue and I’ve heard it’s a really cool place to see bands play, so I’m really looking forward to finally checking it out.

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Here’s a description of the place from a recent write-up:

The National opened for the first time in 1923 and was the place to go for silent movies, vaudeville acts, and musical acts.  The venue stayed open until 1983, when the last film shown was Hercules, starring Lou Ferrigno.  A cult classic now?  Of course.  Then?  A far cry from Orson Welles and Basil Rathbone.  There was talk of demolishing the site, when in 1986 Richmond’s historical organization saved The National from becoming no more.

Now The National is open, and careful renovation has restored the original friezes of capering nymphs, and even an uncovered nursery mural – used in the original building’s nursery – a service provided in the 1920’s to patrons.  There are cushy balcony seats (with cup holders!), and nice VIP boxes off to the side (but those are reserved for VIP sponsors of the club).  The first floor is all open standing area, although certain acts ask that seating be provided there as well.  In that case, the management sets up folding chairs, but you can still stand off to the side or in the mezzanine area.

There are three downstairs bar, one upstairs bar (not including the VIP bar), and The National serves food…

I’m super-stoked to see Neko Case.  I first came across her when I stumbled across her album Fox Confessor Brings the Flood.  Each track I sampled was so gorgeous and haunting that I impulsively downloaded the entire album on iTunes and didn’t regret it one bit.  Every time my iPod randomly shuffles up one of her songs I just lose myself in the mood she creates in each song.

the lovely and talented Neko Case

Seeing her live is going to be an especially nice treat because she’s a gorgeous redhead and old like me.  Below is a link to my favorite song of hers:

After falling for her solo work, I discovered that she also performs occasionally with The New Pornographers, and loved the songs where she was the lead singer.  My favorite is this one:

I dig the harder edge and energy, but I doubt she’ll be performing any of these for her solo show.

Are any of you fans of Neko Case?  Have you seen her live?  Do you ever go see live music solo?

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Recently my little blog here got a nice shout out (!!!!) from Dr. Stacy of the Why You Suck In Bed podcast, a really fun show about sex and relationships.  Dr. Stacy had run across a blog I wrote last summer (…She’d Live and Love in the Moment) that was inspired by one of their podcasts, she left a nice comment and we had a fun exchange on their Facebook page.  I then wrote her an email, and she recently read it on air along with the kind works about the blog– it was surreal hearing that on the talk show, and left me grinning from ear to ear!

Anyway, it left me wondering if any of my more recent readers came here after hearing about My Ideal Woman from Dr. Stacy?  Welcome!! 🙂

And for those of you who might enjoy a funny, sexy show via podcast, and haven’t run across Why You Suck in Bed, be sure to check them out!

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