Opening a storage facility has been a daydream of mine for the last while. I think it could be expanded to include the latest in vending machine technology, and arcade opportunities. And, maybe even a coffin hotel. My goal would be to automate the entire thing.
These ideas could even be used to help fight homelessness.
But, maybe I’m getting away from the spirit of the question. Maybe they want me to talk about what I could sell passionately. Like comic books, because I’m a nerd. The one job I had that I loved above all others was ripping tickets at a movie theatre. It is tough to figure out how to sell that.
-Steve
Unrelated picture of my Halo: Infinite character. Very Cyber punk isn’t it? š
In the World? Not much. I guess a little more understanding that people are people. Everyone in on a journey, and you really have no idea where the other person IS in that journey….
Be cautious, and don’t risk anything that you can’t afford to loose. BUT…. the things you CAN afford to loose??!!! Hand that shit out like candy, other people need it.
Other things I want my blog to do is, help me learn how to type faster. And, help me learn how to write better. Help my kids to understand who their dad is. …. I think that’s it. āļø
This is going to be a tricky one. Habit habit habit…..
Whenever possible I say goodnight to my boys. For my oldest it has turned into a ritual. For my youngest it seems to be far more casual. I’m not sure why this became so … profound, or “joyful”.
Habit vs. Obsesive Compulsive Disorder. I suppose the difference is joy, isn’t it?
Now, if you want to get into the things that I would LIKE to be habitual… well damn. We could be here all night. Dishes, laundry, mowing the lawn, etc. etc….
Bald but not balding. Overweight, but carries it well. Quick to smile, and overly self-deprecating. Beard, but not a big beard. Expensive runners, attached to an otherwise inexpensive wardrobe. Usually wearing a hoody, or a Hawaiian style shirt depending on the weather. I appear stronger then I actually am, both physically and emotionally.
5’11” tall, with expressive dark brown eyes. No eyebrows, or at least none to speak of. Big nose, but you wouldn’t notice because of the fat head. Rosy cheeks, and tends to fall asleep if left alone too long.
A Tyrannosaurus Rex, so that I could ride it to work, and have it feast on my enemies.
This is exactly the kind of question my boys would love. It makes no sense, there is no context… I mean…. are we talking time machine? cloning? How did I come across this technology?
What am I feeding this thing? In this scenario, am I some kind of rich person that can afford exotic animals? Do a have employees that can help me? Have they developed laws around this animal?
I should really say that my palate has expanded considerably over the last… especially five years. I think my relationship with food has/is evolving. I haven’t forgotten my heart attack. When I had a heart attack at age 36…. before it was cool. Food was one of the major changes that needed my attention.
Food can be really really tricky. It’s tied into my identity. It’s how I see myself. Pizza and beer. Nachos and Pepsi. Huge helpings of spaghetti, with big slices of garlic bread. I’m a man of insatiable appetites, and delightful excess. Like Santa Claus…. But let’s be honest, St. Nick is gunning for a coronary. And, if he was me… a second coronary.
Food is a journey, never stop looking for a better relationship with food. But, what do you think?
-Steve
This is a HotWheels remake of a 1964 Lincoln Continental. The kind used in the movie “The Matrix”.
If I’m being entirely honest with myself I guess I’m seeking security. But, I like to imagine I’m seeking adventure. I suspect there are levels to this question. I think you can do both.
Imagine you’re climbing a mountain, and you have two hand holds and two foot holds. In my humble opinion, I would move only one limb at a time, so that you can rely on the three points of contact already established. How many limbs would you move at the same time? Two, Three? What if you were really comfortable with that one good grip you had?
but….. maybe I’m wrong. Climbing a mountain is far more dangerous then say… switching jobs, or trying sushi. It certainly doesn’t feel that way does it?
While we think about that, here is a picture of me losing at a video game.
What a ridiculous question. Iām not even sure I know what harmony isā¦. I suppose I could give up solitudeā¦ maybe? Independenceā¦? Maybe those are impliedā¦.
Iām getting these writing prompts through my phone, and that Harmony question was my first one. Iām hoping that they will inspire me to write more, maybe kick off a memoir. Now that computers are good enough to write and draw pictures, I figure now is a great time to pick up drawing and writing.
For the sake of harmony, for my marriage, for the good of the people. I think I could give up the responsibility of repairing the sink. The SINK you ask? Yes, the sink. Precious repaired the sink the other day. Iām not sure why. She did not do it the way I would have, so she obviously did it wrong. She asked me for help, and then didnāt listen to my answers. I asked her if she wanted me to do it instead?
āNoā She said.
She did not need my help, in fact, I may have damaged her confidence by suggesting that she needed my help. I hope notā¦.
Relationships and dependency have an odd entanglement donāt they?
Is it better to encourage Precious to accomplish her goals without me. Or, Should I cultivate a normal where we divide our responsibilities along an imaginary line? I do this and She does that? Have you ever looked at an older couple finishing each others sentences, or moving with ease around each other in a busy kitchen. You donāt get that without a certain degree of sacrifice, or more accurately, dependance. Long decades of dependance.
What do you think?
While you think about it, here are some pictures of the fireworks me and the fam jam watched on Canada Day.
