The Conundrum; that is the Human Mind

I just don't get it. I have everything I want. Maybe I need more time from work. But, I think the truth is I resent work. For the simple fact that it is a necessity. Is that immature? I'm pretty sure yes. But, it is a simple fact within itself. Plus, I recent my own race (the human race), and I feel that the world I live in is self defeatist. I don't know what to do, I'm sure it will pass. It's an update, nonetheless. I never said this blog was going to be pretty. I'm an idiot living in American society.

Here's a dream I had last night

I'm driving to New Hampshire with Deadskin. We stop at a Wal-Mart to grab some stuff, and I run out of money in my mind, and I steal a voice modifier. The kind you use to change your voice if you're demanding a ransom over the phone? It was going for 10$, and I had somehow run out of money. I decided to steal it, and I let the elderly clerk know this when we paid for everything else. She told me, "Well, that's a problem." I told her I understood that, and then we left.
A few police car chases later, and I find myself riding shotgun with some unknown man wearing boxer shorts while I frantically search for the receipt that proves I only stole the voice modulator, because I found out the elderly clerk told police I stole $250.00 worth of merchandise. I thought her, and I were on good terms when I let her know of what I stole from her sweat shop inducing economy ruiner of a supermart she worked for from the get go. Either she mixed up the shoplifters for the day, or she royally screwed me. One way, or the other. This was going to be a rough nightmare. I wound up having this guy in his boxer shorts, and I looking for Robdeadskins car in the QuickieMart parking lots we past on the highway.
We finally found Rob's car, and we pulled over for me to get out. I waited for what felt like 15 minutes next to his car, but he never came back, and the police finally caught up and cruisers swarmed the parking lot. A truly lost feeling. All this over a God damn voice modulator. I awoke because the police told me to cup my hand behind my head, and lay on my stomach. I put my face to the concrete, and decided this dream wasn't much fun anymore so, I decided to scrape my lips across the concrete in front of my face. I awoke thinking my lips were bleeding.

Time to go to work.

Ted Johnson Retires


Just a steadfast guy for the defense except for the numerous injuries. But, he has been there for almost a decade. I feel bad actually, because at a training camp a couple years ago, I got to talk to Ted Johnson, and I really didn't have anything of value to talk to him about, so I thought I would joke with him. So this is what I had to say.

Beo, "Ted, good luck this year and I wish you the best."
Ted, "Thanks man." (Looking for autographing materials from me.)
Beo, "I don't want an autograph, just to shake your hand."

Ted smiles, and I felt there might have been a small appreciation there. But, inexplicably I felt that I could make a deeper connection by saying this.

Beo, "Ted, don't go popping anymore biceps okay." (if you don't follow football, I'm sorry.)
Ted, completely looks at me in disgust as he walks away.

Definitely not cool on my part. What a horrible comment. It came off the wrong way though. I just meant to wish him well. Thank you Ted Johnson for all the great years, and may you someday hear that I apologize for that thickheaded comment. I am sorry. I thought of that comment every now and then, after I watched a game. I've actually gotten to chat to a few Patriots by going to their training camps, and it's refreshing to see how completely normal they are.

Now we just have to figure out what the hell is going to happen to Richard.