Old Coot Theodore Black

Theodore Black is a 75 year-old man from Nashville, Tennessee. When Teddy gets mad, he doesn't get even. He gets excited. Old Theo will then run a one minute mile while juggling small bags of socks. Sometimes the neighborhood children watch him and cheer for him. Though sometimes they falsely expect him to give them candy. The fools.

Sometimes, when it's late at night, and Theodore wants to sleep, but constant air traffic is keeping him awake, he uses his extra special "Clapper(TM)" that's connected to air traffic control. If that doesn't work, he ambles down the streets, occasionally rolling down them if the terrain is suitable. One night, Old Coot Theodore Black came across a mean old junkyard dog. It looked dangerous, but he knew better. He just stared it down for a little while and then walked away. For the next week that dog did nothing but backflips.

~Excerpt from the upcoming book "Theodore Black: The Man, The Law, The Sensation" by Peter J. Wintchester, published by Lake Titicaca Worldwide Press.

Patterns

There are always patterns. Always visible, perhaps not always obvious.

They show the constructed nature of things. Sort of.

Just some thoughts...

Good vs Bad

Bad days suck.

But they're always outnumbered by the good days.

Dreams

...are as portals. Flat visions of mystic places...

What are dreams? Such a difficult question.

I think of them as the brain connecting with other planes, but unguided, unpurposed. It sees things that have happened, could happen, and/or will happen.

Which is why dreams are so confusing.

Just a thought.

Noise

Listen deeply to the noise, for it speaks to you.

Within its chaos there is order.

Use it to connect with the higher planes.

Just a thought.

Briefs

Or boxers. Or neither, whichever the case may be.

Nothing to expound on tonight. While this might've bothered me in the past, I've learned that it's better to let things come naturally than try to outright force them. Thoughts in particular.

Things are running their course, so that's that.

And thus, from nothing comes something.

Happy Tuesday and Wednesday, folks.

Strength and Weakness

I realized something interesting the other night.

Having or experiencing a particular emotion or reaction doesn't make you weak.

But being able to control (and if need be, suppress) those emotions and reactions is what makes you strong.

Just a thought.

The Playground

When you used to go to the playground as a child, I bet you had a favorite attraction. The jungle gym, or the swings, or maybe the slide. For me, I liked them all. Not necessarily equally, of course, but all of them had something for me.

But, I would never over-use any particular one. Staying on the swings for so long would make my stomach queasy. The slides would give me friction burns. Being dizzy, then not dizzy, then dizzy again as the merry-go-round spun and spun wasn't my cup of tea either. There was only so much fun you could get at any particular moment from the jungle gym or the crawl tubes.

My point is, life's a playground. Don't stay on the merry-go-round the whole afternoon if it makes you dizzy.

The Best Part of Waking Up

Is having nobody else in the house.

As is being able to sing nice and loud with nobody caring.

It sucks that Apokalyptik happens to be down on the day I was going to update THATCHRUEF, though. :<

It also sucks when something otherwise inocuous upsets you. But I'm over that, thankfully.

It rocks when I plan for big things and they come to fruition.

Happy Friday. And Saturday, ya'll.

FYI

In case it wasn't obvious, I plan on updating this blog every day if I can. Some days I have lots of thoughts, other days I have only a few. If the well's a bit dry, that's when you get to hear more words about my idol, Theodore Black.

I'm also considering bringing in some guests. Because I know I'm not the only one who has thoughts on things.

Of course, I've been trying to keep this blog mellow and pretty chill, all things considered. By maybe lighting some fires would spice things up a bit. Hmm.

We'll see how that goes. For now, I'm going to impatiently wait to be able to reserve the Wii while also doing some things over the weekend in lieu of preording. Figures that my parents picked this weekend to go out of town, eh?

Just a thought.

That Special Moment

I've always found it ironic that the best moments tend to originate from the worst circumstances.

Have you ever felt that special moment where everything turns on a fulcrum point? It's never obvious. It's never blatant. But in your memories you can tell.

Right now, for the first time in a long while, I'm pretty gosh-darned mellow. That's impressive to me. Everything has shifted.

Following Theo

I'm going to go on a roadtrip some day. With Oak. Yeah.

We're going to get in a car and drive off across America, like Teddy Black.

I want to find something more in this world. College is it's own thing, but it's not something that's required. And it's not as important as everyone says.

I want to find my own route to the top, and immediately throwing myself at something that everyone says I should do isn't responsible - it's careless. Finding my own destiny will only prove to be more rewarding than simply slaving away through more schooling.

That isn't to say I won't go to college. Hardly. But there's a time and place for everything.

It's just a thought.

Old Timer Teddy Black

Theodore Black is a 75 year-old man from Nashville, Tennessee. He drives a light blue 1957 Chevrolet and has fuzzy dice hanging from the rear-view mirror. His house is plain and painted white. Its only notable feature is a silver-plated Clint Eastwood signature door-knocker, a prize he won from a particular strange county fair that rolled into town one summer afternoon so many years ago.

He doesn't have any children, but he often buys discounted bags of candy from the dollar store down the street, which he throws from his car at high speeds. He spends the rest of his time traveling across America. Yet he always seems to be able to come back home to sleep for the night.

~Excerpt from the upcoming book "Theodore Black: The Great American Legend" by Richard P. Whistershin, published by Cripplinghouse Studio Books.

A Heart is a Terrible Thing to Waste

I've been through some heartbreak recently. It was almost unbearable. At first it seemed like a nightmare come to life.

But as it slowly disappears over the horizon, it's dawning on me that I really had nothing to do with it. The schism that was opened, or, evidently, had been open, was not caused by anything of my intentional doing.

Instead, it seems now that it has to do with a special girl suddenly becoming someone else. Someone I don't think she even intends to be. I hope she eventually does find what she's really looking for. Because I still don't think she really knows what that is. And I hope I'm still there to help her find it.

And yes, I realize how this sounds to an outsider. I'm sure it sounds like I'm jealous. Or still upset about it. But it goes far beyond petty things like that, let me assure you, whoever's reading this.

In conclusion:
Love you, Mandy. In every imaginable way. Even if you don't have those same feelings for me anymore. Hopefully one day you will again. And you'll understand why I still do.