It's About that Time

This is what it all boils down to.


I don't talk about the Red Sox often because even though there is plenty of great things that happen throughout the year, none of it really matters until September, October. With an exception to one Mr. David Ortiz, maybe.

But, it all really doesn't matter until now. In uniformed fashion, we chase the Yankees with a chance at the playoffs on the line. I'm ready for us to blow it as to soften the blow if it actually happens. And the whole city is gearing up to go bananas. This is the greatest city to be in for sports. Even when teams suck, people still get intoxicated and scream. It's a way for Boston men to get away from it all, and have an excuse for it.

What do New Yorkers do. Well, criminal things,...let's see...talk to loud, sell out, act condescendingly. People I know that live in Boston, and come from New York don't even know the players on their teams, and this goes for mostly guys! What's up with that? And the majority of New Yorkers here in Boston are overwhelmingly materialistic. They think the whole point to life is to chase the proverbial carrot, because that's how their successful counterparts back in their hometown live. Envy can be a heck of a female dog, as well as a sin.

It's gross dude. Totally gross, and they just trot along until this time of the year comes up and they get all into the season. "You're going down Red Sox!" Shut your mouth, ya little freak. Clean up your city, it stinks. Crime is so bad, you have people routinely writing comic books about superheroes saving citizens in your city for crackers sake.

I'm digressing, the point is that I decided to take my Biology course on Friday nights because I was originally scheduled for Sunday mornings. I had to switch that day because the NFL is on Sunday. Now, the first game of the Sox / Yankees are on tonight, and I have to sit through a lecture and a lab tonight and miss the whole thing. Instead of watching the game I'll be doing this.

Ironic justice I guess, but I do have the weekend to look forward to. Not to mention, one of those Sundays where the Patriots play at 1 pm, and the Sox/Yankees are on at 2 pm. This always plays out for some weird moments, as the fans are watching both games even in Gillette Stadium. So you have a couple occurrences where Patriots fans cheer for an opposing teams play, because the Red Sox just made a play. Very odd, and even the players don't like it much.

Just shows how sick we really are.

You Wussy.

Update: Seeing Lost 2:2

Grade: A-

Some Observations to Note

1. I found out in last weeks Episode that Walt was talking backwards and said, "Push the button, any button is right." Not "Look through". Could be the button Locke told Jack not to touch.

2. Storeroom full of food -- all marked with the same curious logo that Desmond wearing.

3. The candy bars Kate took were called Apollo bars. Apollo was the Sun God. On the mural, we see a giant sun.

4. Also on the Mural, is a woman who is believed to be that hunter lady (Daniel) we haven't seen again yet. You know, the French lady that stole the baby, and looks like Sigourney Weaver

5. Is it possible that Leonard, the guy in the asylum with Hurley, was the guy Desmond replaced in the hatch, and the constant need to keep retyping the numbers into the computer caused him to lose his mind?

6. Did anyone notice the emblem on the shark tailfin that matches the ones inside the dome? Is whatever agency that symbol represents doing some sort of testing on all different kinds of animals? Including humans? And the symbol is sort of like a tag, or a brand, that they place on subject-animals? And didn't that symbol appear in Daniels bunker somewhere, too?

7. Aaron the baby's name means shining light messenger, Walt means Shield, powerful warrior.

I want This for Halloween

I want to be Spiderman for Halloween.

Not because I think he is the coolest comic book character, or anything like that. It's been a long time since I've been into comic books.

But look at this costume. I would wear this routinely if I owned it.

Birthday parties for my nieces and nephews. Not to mention it would be cool to have someone dressed as Spiderman at your Halloween party.

Did you catch the price on this thing. It's like $299 dollars. Absolutely ridiculous, but I guess it's the real deal. I won't wind up getting this one, but I'm hoping to get a generic one that won't make me look too foolish.

If I do, oh well. All the more fun. The kid in me wants the costume pictured bad though. I would wear that thing to sleep. Oh to dream.

And there the One Ear Lives

The One Eared world is soo Open?!.


What am I to do, but swallow in the helplessness. So advanced is the technology, and so entangled am I. I am but one with the amoeba's. Its self righteous acknowledgement.

There I dance with the rest. The world resting on my chin. When given such benefit, what is to make of the outside world when it's nothing but a shitty field of greed beyond my peripheral.

The water is so warm. A nice summer day where I dance with the life that surrounds me. To lie on the bank.

Oh lies and self doubt, not to mention doubt of one another will keep the beings busy. But listen to the moans, and grunts and you will hear something much deeper. Like the sound of uncertainty and unknowing. The want for something greater from a planet with much more than something greater to give.

They sit and suffer, with the knowing that something will come after they do. It's the best drug of all, knowing the whole bunch won't try any harder than I. Lets sit together and get high on that. Ha ha hah hahaha h aha. Oh, it feels good. It'll happen some day.

And if the wrong day comes, and it was too soon. Well. We tried..........


....And what else can you ask for.


Goodbye Summer....

A lost cauldron of importance. We neglect the leg that walks.

Jasmine on the Rough Seas

I am sick of working. So, I decided to give Jasmine, and Rusty an adventure.


Unfortunately, my director almost caught me so I had to finish up quick. It could have looked better.

"A" has a friend who does oceanic research and sent her the picture.

Being bored, I put Jasmine our hairless backside cat and Rusty our beta fish in the picture, and sent it back to "A".

Update: Seeing Lost 2:1

Grade: A+

If you saw it,...you know you loved it.
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Yes. I am a dork.

It's time to get Lost down the hatch.


Yes, I am that ridiculous. In the world today, media is king. It is the absolute subtle mind control device, because in truth if you can watch it; you're better off than most and must have some time on your hands. So we delve into the world of make believe, and watch the images flicker into our brains.

I only watch 4 shows religiously. I never used to watch any. The only thing I have consistently watched throughout my life is sports. We'll get to those things later.

Do you watch Lost!? Have you seen last season? Do you remotely even understand how good this show is? I explained in a previous post how my cohort S. downloaded the whole first season months ago in HD. I caught one of the last episodes on T.V., and thought the show looked pretty good. Then.....I watched the entire season in a few days thanks to S., staying up to 3 or 4 in the morning some nights. It is like the crack cocaine of T.V., without the horrible effect of insomnia.

Now, tonight. Starting at 8p.m. eastern time for those of you who haven't seen it, they are recapping the first season. Then at 9p.m., it's down the hatch we go kiddies, with an eeriness that will shiver your spine and curl your toes. That's what's so funny about this show. It has the strangest combination of say..the Twilight Zone, and Survivor. Except it's unexpectedly exceptionally written. Can I even write that in a sentence? And there is no reality here in this show, thank God.

I actually thought it was just another reality show when I heard about it coming out. So, I paid no attention to it at all. But I am pumped, and stoked for tonight. No if's and's or butts. I'm am telling you.....watch this show. You will thank me, and thank you S. for the gift of being able to watch the entire first season non-stop. Greatest T.V. experience of my life next to seeing Rocky in the Drive in Theater. But, that would be a movie experience, so it is the greatest T.V. experience of my life.

Other than that, I love Rescue Me more than life itself. It's raw and unruly, and delivers when it comes down to some plot twists. No other show has made me cry more than Rescue Me, and I'm a guy damit. I can completely relate to Probe and Sean, and the humor is always placed at the right moment to keep the show fresh, and not too depressing. God bless Dennis Leary. It's good to see a native comedian have a drama goldmine on his hand. At least for now, he's got a helluva baby on his hands as he is the writer for the show, as well as the main lead.


Then, there would be House. Great show about a disgruntled genius doctor that takes on cases he finds interesting, or peculiar. Hugh Laurie plays the character House, and he is an extreme talent from Oxford, England. I love this show, especially since last season ended so well with at least three different stories were being told, one including House himself as one of the patients needing care which explained his limp. If you don't watch the show I apologize, you can tell me to shut up in the comments section. I won't take it personally.

Alright, I'm actually starting to gross myself out proofreading this, so I'm going to cut this one short.

I enjoy watching Smallville as well, except for the ones that started sucking towards the end of last season. They did end the season off well though, with the finale.

Yes, I watch a program from the WB. Someone stab me right now.

Seriously though, if you haven't been watching Lost, you are missing something spectacular. It is going to end after two or three seasons as a motion picture. That doesn't happen often.

This is the first night in a long time that I actually have some time to sit and enjoy, and relax because of the constant practice of work-day-school-night-work-day-school-night. I'm looking forward to it as if it were my last meal, and I'm sure it will be as sweet.

These are the things a One Eared man watches.


T.V. is my dealer. But I'm only hooked on a few things. (Take note: I do exercise regularly.)








Is this what's in the hatch?!?!

New Item at the One Eared Store

The government spin machine is in action.


Get The Bush Liar Shirt at the One Eared Store, and support the fact of what an unprepared country we are. All profits go to the Katrina Red Cross Relief Fund.

The only right move Bush could make, was to accept responsibility. I was really hoping he would blame someone else, because that would go down as one of the greatest governmental/Presidential blunders of all time.

Instead, his P.R. people told him to take one for the country, and be better off in the near future. As his acceptance by the nation would have assuredly dropped off the map.

It will still be one of the biggest black spots on George W's candidacy. Unfortunately, there is still plenty of time.

Hillary o8".

Life for the Many

Sometimes, we get a balloon or two.

Life is very busy now, and I apologize for not posting much. If I started this thing a couple years ago, it would be insane. But, I'm trying to spread my time through everything. I miss doing this as much as I used to though. Stick with me, and check back every now and then.

You'll know when I'm back on the horse when the posts start flying out again. Overall I am happy right now. Things have been great with "A" and I, and we are more friends than we used to be. I don't see my family enough, and I spend too much time paying my dues to a world that doesn't seem deserving in my eyes. Maybe I'm just being selfish, and egocentric.

Imagine if we grew up in a world we all loved, and cherished as much as we say we do?

Classic Odd Quotes: V

Barbara Bush - "What I'm hearing, which is sort of scary, is they all want to stay in Texas. Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this is working very well for them.''

''A personal observation'' about the people at a relocation center in Houston, and how they were faring better than before Hurricane Katrina struck, President Bush's spokesman said Wednesday. The White House is distancing itself from the statement, seeing as how Barbara sounds like an uppity female dog.



The son of Barbara Bush - George W. Bush - "I don't think anyone anticipated the breach of the levees."

This was said last week, with full knowledge that there is physical documentation proving that President Bush slashed funding for flood prevention by 80% strickly for upgrading the levee system that keeps New Orleans dry.

"Bush's big idea is that the responsibility for society's well-being belongs to the private sector (each individual state). But then, why, exactly, do we need a government in the first place?!?!"

"Just to line the pockets of the elite 2% of civilization, whose soon-to-be permanent tax cuts provided impetus for eviscerating FEMA's budget?" - Mike Mennonno; an excellent freelance writer living in Boston's Jamaica Plain

Our Faceless Protection

This relief helicopter refused to land in fear of being rushed by people that wanted to escape. So they dumped the relief.


Katrina, which could be the final undoing of New Orleans not only devastated a part of America, but also showed how prepared our federal government is for catastrophe.

The scores of untold, and inexact numbers of dead will be revealed with time. But the most significant part of the story is how the average American, will be on his or her own when it comes down to survival thereafter. The federal government has watched for days as the ignorant trapped poor has been raped, killed, and tortured by inhumane circumstances.

It is also known how Bush cut funding to build better levee systems for New Orleans, to fund military actions oversees.

This is it ladies and gentleman. A microcosm of what would occur if we were attacked by some unprecedented assault of nuclear, or chemical warfare. This wasn't just two buildings (God rest its souls, and all that perished), this was an entire city. America is just like any other place on the planet. Why? Because our government sees human life as expendable when trying to observer the extent of a localized catastrophe. God bless the country if it was devastated. It would be tooth and nail, all for one and one for all, and that my friends......is the frightening truth of it all. Hug Mom and Dad, because only the strong survive.

Truthfully. What are our biggest accomplishments as humans? The wheel, mathematics, the light bulb, some cures for age old diseases, air flight, computers, and space flight. For a civilization that considers itself so advanced, we are at the mercy of chaos as if it were the stone-age. Hell, why do thing NASA was created? So we could get off the planet when the stuff hit the fan. We are a race that is bumbling to its culmination. Much like cramming for a test, or rushing to get an elementary science project done the night before presentation. We are hoping for the best, but never really do our best, because our capabilities are limited.

I asked all the questions in the beginning. Why didn't the people leave? Why isn't New Orleans prepared for a hurricane? How has this not happened earlier? The answer. Society knew about the test, they just figured they'd cram for it when the deadline came near. The grade for New Orleans to get ready for the test is undeniable an F, and now, it may have to be rebuilt as a small monument to the dead that relied on the false pretence of safety by an America that couldn't build a correct levee system in ordinance to cost effectiveness. Does anybody smell a lawsuit? Oh yeah, we can't sue the federal government! Eyes without a face.

It's as simple as the story of Robin Hood, except Robin Hood is shooting at rescuers asking why his family isn't being saved. We give the government our money, they give a little back to keep us feeling smart. We give the government our money weekly, they give a little back yearly. On and on it goes, and we accept it in return for our freedom, and safety.

The truth: In a disaster, the elite will live. The average will die.
Should I be resentful for that? I really have no idea. For what our race is now.?

This is an oceanic oil rig that was dislodged from it's moorings by Katrina, and drifted inland. Smashing into the Cochrane Bridge in Mobile, Alabama.
Hey Boston? Does the bridge look semi-familiar?

Don't you have the feeling that we could be so much more prepared, and unified than this. Not just as a country, but as a planet. And sure, this is a once in a lifetime storm. But, that is said with the ignorance of not knowing how far away our planet is from raging against itself, and recycling for the next ice age. In case you didn't know, there will be an untold amount of new species that will rule the Earth as we do before the Sun runs it's course, and dies. Freezes, and thaws of our planet have been occurring for eons. Killing off some of the most complex of species, and creating the next. We are not the pinnacle, as much as we are a pinnacle of a single point in an unimaginable expanse of time. Eyes without a face.

The sickeningly ironic part of it all. Probability favors that we may not have enough time to get it right for our race. And our end will most assuredly be faceless. When, and if that day comes, and the reality has taken hold of the masses. If you look beside you, and see the eyes of someone who is laughing, and crying at the same time. When they reach out to hug or hurt you, that will be me. Knowing all too well that the reality that lay in their subconscious, has come to fruition.


And it's all for one, and free-for-all.

Bread Cubes

I have a real problem... I'm addicted to bread, yes bread.

I don't know what it is about bread but it seems like I have to have it at least 3, sometimes 7 times per day.

I don't eat it... it makes me have uncontrollable bowel movements.

there's no way that I could sit through hours and hours of that.

But, I like to tear the bread up into pieces about the size of a quarter and carry them around in my pockets. I also like to think of names for each little piece.

I once had a homeless person ask me for some food and when I knowingly had the bread in my pocket... I LIED.

I told him that I didn't have any food for him and I suggested that he get a job or claim that he's crazy and turn himself into an institution. ( that way he'd at least get free room and board.)

Then a bunch of geese started following me trying to steal my little friends out of my pockets, so I fled for our lives.

Confession of unknown origin at grouphug.us