The Rest of the Story

(For those of you who didn’t tune in, BestOfOmaha.blogspot.com was the original home for this blog.)

I killed it. Best of Omaha is over…

However, in an effort to exude a little more freedom in my storytelling, I moved to another site. If you feel like visiting, it’s hidden.

For some interesting sites, check Alternium, Jason’s Bass Blog, Kanteker, and Sioux Falls Strange. All are great sites. Many thanks.

Posted by Aaron at 7:57 PM

1 comments:

Dr.Strangelove said…

BEST OF OMAHA WASN’T A SITE FOR STEAKS? Sorry, it is cool to hear from you, and I am glad to see that you read my site.
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I will redo the link. Hope things are going OK in NE.

Blessed Be, & don’t drop the nuke.
Dr. S

he uses the chicken to measure it

nuts and bolts
bolts and nuts
nuts and bolts and bolts and nuts
bolts and nuts
nuts and bolts
bolts and nuts and bolts

bolts and nuts
nuts and bolts
bolts and nuts and bolts and nuts
bolts and nuts
nuts and bolts
nuts and bolts and nuts.

hateful mantra

I hate this place
God help me please
I want to leave
without a trace.

The Best News: No Email Fridays

http://abcnews.go.com/WNT/story?id=2939232&page=1

I am SO in love with this idea!! I wish that the Air Force would have been so wise. But then it’s the U.S. Government, I can’t hold my expectations *too* high.

(Since I first wrote this…I have a better all-around opinion of the military, and a much worse opinion of the no email on Fridays idea. Email is important, especially when you don’t have any time to talk to people. Another mindless meeting is much worse than even 100 emails.)

Poetry from 2001

Poem 1: 1-1-2001
In the heart of me, I know I am good
I know my soul still exists
I know, approximately, what I am
I’m like everyone else –
not quite sure where I’m gonna go
Heaven or Hell
—-
But I know I want to do better
even if my real ambitions
never reach so far
as my wishes

I want to be good, I want to be holy
but I haven’t quite gotten there yet
But hey, I’m a year older than
I was originally supposed to be
Sorry Nine. You didn’t get me. And you never will.

1-2-2001
Idea: body suit – fully movable, but in emergencies
it will control the wearer’s actions
– source: lost in snowbound wilderness,
suit heats the surrounding inch radius of a
person’s body, and “walks” the recipient out
of danger.

Poem 2:
In the dark I looked out
and I saw another place
I sank into the mud
the more I grabbed, the more I pulled
the faster I sank.
Until I relaxed, and slowly
let the light, the faith
the holy God
enter my life
and I floated to the surface
and I am healed.

"Tuesday" 1-20-1998

The wisp of stark white hair
flows across the highway
it’s entrancing, and the man is sorry
that he must simply ignore it all.
The time is short as he drives
faster than the speed limit
on the ultra-slick interstate.
His rear-wheel drive slips
every now and then as his
high-performance summer tires
make only a modest effort to grip the road.
As he drives the gradual incline
the back end slips, and he drops the speed
from 70 to 60
and holds the course.

The drive, uneventful as always
only raised the pulse a little
but worried him none at all.

"Monday" 1-19-1998

Golden eyes peer from withing the dark car
the eyes, always watching and waiting
hardly creating anything within his life
But the smallness of his life makes
anything and everything he ever does
into something larger than life,
something tremendous
that his heart flies, soaring above his spirit
even for only a while.

It does so when she smiles
when she agrees to a coffee
or just a soda
it flows endlessly through his entire being

Slowly, afterwards, it ebbs a bit
but he carries it with him forever.

The Acceptable Drug

The loss of myself, the gain of something in the other world. Something fake, but real to me. The loss of the physical, the gain of the other world, a place of fake monies, fake relations, fake friends. Strawberry Fields in the World of Warcraft, Everquest, everything under the sun. So much to lose by not even trying anymore. It is man’s right to have the choice of giving up, but it is undeterminably sad.

Carlinesque

I believe it was George Carlin, who wondered if, given a random crowd of people, what the worst thing any of them had ever done in the crowd. I also believe it was the movie Unbreakable that put the thought into action. There is a scene where Bruce Willis’ character, who can sense evil by touching those around him, sees the worst things the people around him have ever done.

What is the worst thing you have ever done? I have a few that I have never told anyone on Earth. I’m sure you do too. Can you live with yourself? Do you need to atone?

Ways

Why are old people in the way? Why can’t we respect their lack of expediency, as their lack of expediency is something in our own future? Why such the hurry?

Hateness and Love

I hate giving good people bad news.

On the other hand, I love giving assholes horrible news. Especially if they like to yell and scream a lot.

The Elephant Man: Classic Movies #2

In my continuing series of classic movie viewings, I Tivo’d and watched The Elephant Man (1980), staring Anthony Hopkins. Great, great, great-great movie. Just realllllly slow. I had to fast forward through many scenes, mostly walking and walking and walking walking walllllllking. Kind of like the movie Elephant actually, except The Elephant Man is a good movie, while Elephant is just…sorta dumb. The Elephant Man made me tear up in a couple spots, and it was just great. I wish I could come up with some better synonyms for “great”, but I’m quite tired. But it was great. Just keep the remote handy.

Retail

It was a long time ago that I felt any compassion for those I serve. I simply do, without religion, without any ill will, without any well wishing. I simply am, and I simply do. I play a part, but I am just as mindless as they are when they pass my counter. I do not know anything except scan, take the money, sack, receipt, gone. I do, and that’s all that I am.

What a gay, gay, gay movie

The Adventures of Robin Hood, starring Errol Flynn. What a gay, gay, gay-gay-gay….gay movie. It actually made me want to bend ol’ Robin Hood over and…you know. That overly-hearty laugh. The gentle touches and caresses between Robin and Red, his man-friend. Those oh-so-tight tights. This movie has to be twice as gay as Brokeback, and that one had actual gay sex. No, Robin Hood is a series of relationships, of huge homoerotic relationships between a lot, and I mean a LOT, of men in very tight fitting clothing. It is so, so, so gay.

It’s also an awful movie. I don’t see why so many people put it on their top-100 or 1000 lists. It belongs no where on the list. Unless they, themselves, are gay, as may be the case. As a dramatic movie, the dialogue is stilted and a little dumb. As an action movie, many many many movies have far surpassed it by now. Heck, if you want a decent swordfighting movie with only about half the gay overtones, watch Highlander – it far outranks this piece of crap. I do NOT recommend Robin Hood. If you really want to go there, see Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. That one ain’t grand either, but at least the sword fighting is a *little* believable. Better yet, see Robin and Marian, starring Sean Connery, circa ’75. This is a MUCH better movie.

In closing, if you don’t want to be more gay than you already might be…don’t see The Adventures of Robin Hood. And stop putting this awful movie on your top-100 list everyone. This movie stinks.

Why didn’t they wait 3 hours to take this photo?

This photo…annoys me. It always has, ever since my family bought me a poster of it when I was a little kid. It’s Earth. It’s beautiful. but it’s Africa. Not that I’m against Africa…but I have no ties to Africa. At least not in modern times. They could have gotten Europe, or better yet, hey, why not get a photo from the country of origin for the very spacecraft they were using to jet around this blue marble dirtball in space? And why aren’t there any other cool photos of Earth like this one floating around? There HAS to be. Why is it that I can only find this one picture when it comes to super-hi-res pictures of the planet, in 1/2 of its spherical glory?

Friday – 1/16/1998

The rest of yesterday was uneventful, but I decorate my printer as a beast. Went to James’ after work, bought them a rometta and a pizza out of appreciation of all they’ve done for me. As far as soda…otherwise not a lot going on.

The TransAtlantis

Don Gwana Chin Rico

The hole in the universe lies in a crack on the wall, a flaw in the caulking of tiles made by the lowest bidder in a Fortune 500 company. My soul slips into the crack, falling endlessly into a hole as deep as anything ever created, accidental or not. It pulls me deeper and deeper with its embrace, but then lets go in the last instant before it would swallow me, whole and completely, dissolving all that I am in an instant! But it stops short, letting me go until the next time I embrace it, killing myself each time I do.

Dark Days

The life of someone far worse off than I

It never makes any difference
In the light or in the dark
no matter how I try
It always seems that I
can’t quite make a difference
in her heart.

I go back again tomorrow
to the people I don’t like
to get worn down again
till I can’t remember when
it was that I liked myself.

I work until I’m done
Until the day is gone
until I don’t want to be anymore
until every part of me is sore
Until I just want to slip into nothing.

Sleep is where I will be
when I grow up.

The Start – 1/15/1998

Opening the mind for the first time, the man decided that this would be the best way to begin. His shoes are worn and well used, as are the rest of his clothes. The weather was cold this morning, but it didn’t phaze him much in his quarter-mile walk to the car. He had attended a get together, a send off, for his ex-trainer, Tammy Long, but she never showed. That didn’t dampen the spirits of the 4 people who ‘did’ show up, for each had a minimum of 2 beers each. Unfortunately, this left the man slightly wasted, at least enough to endanger other drivers on his short drive home. So, rather than drive home with thoughts of “Well, it’s only a short drive, and it won’t take long…let’s try it”, he just walked. It kept him alive another day, as well as others on the road.
But it also left him a quarter-mile from his car.

(Writing Blog) Opening

(Taranis: The Writing Blog)
The party. It was too loud, there were too many people, and I didn’t want to be there. I hated the parties my company threw, how fake it all was. I needed to get away, to put my mask-face away for a time. I needed to recharge.

I wandered into the surrounding hillside, along some old animal paths worn into the dirt from years of human and animal traffic. I found a few beer cans and a frisbee along the way, as well as an oil drum dumped into the small stream by the park service, ironically enough. I moved beyond this, moving mentally beyond the places and people I was seeing on a regular basis. I moved past them, pushing myself further outside their reaches. I moved.

After a time, I was lost. But I had been lost for a very long time. Now at least my physical being was matching up with my spiritual side. I looked back at where I had been walking, where I had hiked for the greater part of an hour. I looked back, then looked forward again, deciding to stay focused on what lie ahead. The trail was starting to grow more staggering, not as straight, not as worn. No one had walked along this trail for a long time.

I also noticed the trees were changing, transforming from the deciduous oaks and elms and fruit bearing trees of the park, into the more permanent and ancient trees, the evergreen trees of the deep forests around here, the larger, fuller varieties of pines. The smell reached my nostrils, although it had probably been in the air for a long while before I noticed it. The smell of a cleansing. The green smell of pine. I smiled from within. I felt good.

I couldn’t hear the stream any longer. The silence of it, too, had probably been in the air for a long while before I noticed it. I realized that eventually I would need to turn back, to head toward civilization, to become that person once again. For now I needed to be lost, to actually feel like I was traveling somewhere, although I was decidedly going no where in particular. This wasn’t aimless though. This had a purpose. I needed to know what it was.

I needed to keep on walking, until I could find out where I was going, and what I was supposed to be doing. I needed to know what I couldn’t find out in the real world. And then I realized that this was the real world.