“Let’s get the hell out of here!” In 1967 William Shatner and Gene Roddenberry had to plea with NBC to keep the word HELL in Kirk’s last line of dialogue in the Star Trek episode “The City on the Edge of Forever.” The television studio thought the word HELL was too shocking and inappropriate for the viewing audience and they feared any public lash back would endanger the profitability of the show. Fast forward nearly 50 years to last nights season premiere of The Walking Dead for a jaw dropping comparison of what the world finds acceptable on television nowadays. My question is , when will the public say enough! For if we view the bar of acceptance not as …
Among my accomplishments so far this year, I’ve climbed to 11,000 feet , bungee jumped , swam with sharks, put in over 500 hours of Muay Thai training , embarked on learning German and am half way through writing my first novel. All great, but as I climb this mountain that I referenced nobody told me that I’d hit the wall at learning how to parallel park. On that list of great achievements this year is supposed to be “I got my driver’s licence” but to me it’s starting to look like brain surgery would be an easier thing to try and learn. So much so that I’ve added Parallel Parking as the second great mystery of life, the first …
Eat your heart out men !! I received the ONE letter that EVERY man in the world dreams of magically appearing in their inbox. Cool your jets, I’ll show it to you, but I warn you that upon reading it you’ll all yell out at your computer in unison “why oh why can I not find a girl like that, why!” In fact, the existence of such a woman is a fallacy , a myth, a bar story that friends say they heard about from a friend of a friend. But she exists, and more than that , I spent two hot, sexy, passionate, lustful hours in my bedroom teaching her the very limits of pleasure. So without further …
I acknowledge that I can be a bit of a cunt from time to time when answering emails , but if you were forced to read half the dribble that comes out of men’s minds which I am forced to read, well, I’m sure you would cut me some slack. Today, or tonight rather , see – I’m tired as fuck … I’ve been learning to drive all day and tomorrow – knock on wood – I finally get my drivers licence and thus can cross off another thing from my list of “things I need to accomplish before I’m 30”. Winning the Nobel Peace Award for writing is on that list as well so I better get my ass …
Hate is such a vicious vile word , with sheer wanton maliciousness behind every instance it is spoken. Thus, it must be used not liberally, but instead preciously saved for a deserved target of one’s venom. In my life, there has been no greater thing that commands me to use the word Hate as its descriptor than that of the word School and all the maladies that word encompasses. I was recently asked in an email “how can your English be so good , you’re Thai.” He took the philosophical pretense of “I speak, therefore I am” , flipped it on it’s head so it would become “I’m Thai, therefore I am not.” I hate that. Thing is , he’s …
As I write this it is almost 3:30am early Monday morning and in just a few short hours the gym manager – or the cross fit manager , whomever opens the gym first is going to happen upon an uncleaned stain of blood on the boxing ring mat which is going to go unexplained … unless they happen upon this blog entry somehow. While it might be happenstance that I was present at the hour it occurred, I must admit that I am the guilty party who caused said stain and the pent up guilt amassed from Sunday afternoon is now unconscionable. Umm, the guilt being how good it felt to extract a pound of his blood. There is, as …
