This is an email I wrote to my Sis North on how I was feeling about the Third Anniversery of September 11th. It is un-edited and I was a complete and utter mess when I wrote it. The email really doesn't really have any great emotional thru-line or anything, except to show how that even though we are not part of the same worlds at time per se, that we are all Americans one and the same. Thus, when something like this happens, and the real meaning of life becomes evident, it levels the playing field between all of us.
We will mend, we will heal, but we are scarred and we will never ever forget....
RE: Good Lord!
I am a total mess right now, but, in the end, in a good way.
I totally recommend ESPN 25's take and montage on 9/11. It'll completely and utterly wreck ya, but it's done so well, and from the sports prospective that in the end, sports doesn't matter, and that atheletes or entertainers are not heroes. It was amazing to see the reactions of athletes and us Regualr Joes. And some of those photos, and moments post 9-11, atheltes praying together, the mariners won the pennent and then took an American Flag to the mound and prayed and cried, the now-deceased Joe Buck giving an amazing speech before the Cardinals game and there wasnt a dry eye in the house, the stopping of a heated Rangers-Flyers game to watch the President in absolute silence and then Shaking hands after the speech and the game like after playoffs, and watching NFL players crying and running onto the field with American Flags. Damnit, I am crying again. Either way the perspective and emotion involved is still totally amazing. One of the worst run on paragraphs I have ever written, but it's indicative of what's running around in my head.
Talk to you later,
The Moose
North's Response:
Actually, as paragraphs go, not so bad. I like the long list thing, because in general, I approve of streams of consciousness writing. Now, to cheer you up--go to my blog. It's interactive today!
See you in a few,
North
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
I Really Need to Get Better at this...
Ya know...
Going back to the "Folks Who Know Me" routine, well, they know that I am not a fan of writing. I never have been. A likely cause is that I think and talk a hell of a lot faster than I can write or type. I have actually been told that when I slow down and THINK (no Laughing from the GR Theatre people), that I actually do rather well at writing. I am, however, a great analyzer and editor. You maybe be wondering at this exact moment what is the point of this paragraph is, and the point is that I am too lazy and don't update this thing like I should.
It's really funny, the amount of crap I could have written in this Blogger-Journal would be great. Let's see, in the span of a month, I could have written about the Moose becoming a socialist (ya, I know, it scares me too), the title of my next book "The Single Moose, a Guide to Mating...Yourself", followed by the short story "The Heathen Dean's Club: A Story of Theatre and Mass Idiocy", but really, I think my favorite is the work on my next album called "Fuck You, Financial Aid Bitches" (notice it's Bitches, not Beotch, I am doing a Rock Album). I am sure there are more stories to write about, I'll just have to remember them.
Maybe it's times like these I should more seriously delve into song writing. I come up with great ideas, and I do understand how some song writers write when they are pissed. Its so freaking easy to write when in a blind rage, however, in the shower it just comes out "You Fucking Bitch, I hate you, hate you, broke my heart, crushed my soul..." and all that rotten over-done stuff, over-emoted, non-sensical, broken-hearted crap-ola. Not to mention, Death Chords work great for this type of material.
Anyhow, it's late at night, I will get back to you soon!
Stuck in my own personal Mooseville....
PS... In the period of this night, I am reminded, that my luck with women totally and utterly is frustrating... Chuck another awesome chick into the married column... Grr..
Going back to the "Folks Who Know Me" routine, well, they know that I am not a fan of writing. I never have been. A likely cause is that I think and talk a hell of a lot faster than I can write or type. I have actually been told that when I slow down and THINK (no Laughing from the GR Theatre people), that I actually do rather well at writing. I am, however, a great analyzer and editor. You maybe be wondering at this exact moment what is the point of this paragraph is, and the point is that I am too lazy and don't update this thing like I should.
It's really funny, the amount of crap I could have written in this Blogger-Journal would be great. Let's see, in the span of a month, I could have written about the Moose becoming a socialist (ya, I know, it scares me too), the title of my next book "The Single Moose, a Guide to Mating...Yourself", followed by the short story "The Heathen Dean's Club: A Story of Theatre and Mass Idiocy", but really, I think my favorite is the work on my next album called "Fuck You, Financial Aid Bitches" (notice it's Bitches, not Beotch, I am doing a Rock Album). I am sure there are more stories to write about, I'll just have to remember them.
Maybe it's times like these I should more seriously delve into song writing. I come up with great ideas, and I do understand how some song writers write when they are pissed. Its so freaking easy to write when in a blind rage, however, in the shower it just comes out "You Fucking Bitch, I hate you, hate you, broke my heart, crushed my soul..." and all that rotten over-done stuff, over-emoted, non-sensical, broken-hearted crap-ola. Not to mention, Death Chords work great for this type of material.
Anyhow, it's late at night, I will get back to you soon!
Stuck in my own personal Mooseville....
PS... In the period of this night, I am reminded, that my luck with women totally and utterly is frustrating... Chuck another awesome chick into the married column... Grr..
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Intermission....
Go Pistons go!
Take over for the beguiled and ancient Red Wings...
Feeling better...
Quickie post today...
Take over for the beguiled and ancient Red Wings...
Feeling better...
Quickie post today...
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
I NEVER Thought a NEEDLE Could Feel SOOO Good! - ACT I
A Comedy...
Act I, Scene i - Bed 3 Weeks ago...
Ouch, that seems uncomfortable, hmm, hip and back feeling not so good....
Act I, Scene ii - 'The Ride'
HOLY Bat Sh*t Man, I can barely get in the car. This is worse than I thought. Put you right leg in, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh.... Put you left leg in uuuuuuuugggg. Sit down aiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee... (Notice the pattern). Long story short, drove two footed to the Chiropractor.
Act II, Scene i
Later that day - Chiropractor
(Twist that thing that way.... That Seems to get better. Twist this other thing the other way. MARY MOTHER OF GOD....Expletive, Expletive, Expletive...)
Act II, Scene ii - Next Day - Chiropractor
(Twist that that way.... Better. Twist this thing this way... F*CK...)
Captain Crack the Back - "It appears that whatever we are doing (Who the F*ck is this WE THING) is causing more aggravation, but the signs you are giving me, your spine is actually defying gravity in reference to the entirety of your back." Really, me unusual...Who would have thunk? Funny, doesn't one think that I could find much more fun and better ways to defy gravity?
Act II, Scene iii - Next, Next Day - Chiropractor
(Twist that way... Ok. Twist this thing the OTHER WAY ... AHH...Slight relief.)
Captain Crack the Back - Well, you are defying the laws of gravity, but I think we have this on the run.
Moose - (Pain Radiates) Sure... (Limps out of office)
Act II, Scene iv - Next, Next, Next Day - Chiropractor
Moose - Ok Doc, I had to use my cell phone to call my parents from MY BED to land line in their bedroom, this isn't good"
Captain... Wow, no kidding, I thought we had this thing on the run... (Chuckle)
Moose - Ahhh... Nooo... X-RAYs NOW!
Captain... - Yeah, you ain't getting any better.
Moose - Uggg!
ACT II, Scene v - Later - Captain's Office...
Captain - I don't know why those X-ray didn't come out, I hit you with enough stuff to go through a Moose.
Moose - (aside) A Moose, gee go figure, I am as big as a REAL moose now. That's encouraging. AND stuff, radiation is now classified as stuff? Ugggg...
Round 2 X-Rays
Moose - (queasy) Hey Doc, maybe your developer is going bad?
Captain - Hmmm...Perhaps, but I don't think so...
Moose - (Aside) I knew I wasn't a big as a moose!
- Lighting Change -
Captain - No kidding your spine is actually defying gravity.
Moose - Perhaps its two different injuries...
Captain - Maybe...
(Twist that, uuggggg. Twist there, nooooooo! Finally we'll give that a turn.
Moose - Mommieeeeeeeeee...
Act III, Scene i - Next, Next, Next, Next Day - Chiropractor
Captain - How ya feeling?
Moose - (monosyllabic tones, drooling, basic oogah boogah stuff)
Captain - That good?
Moose - Shoot Me (Refer to God smiting the groin and what that can feel like)!
Captain - Maybe you are too inflamed. Anything we are doing, isn't actually doing anything.
Sexy Married Receptionist - Husband, pain, doctor, go there... (I think I heard the part about a husband) ...I'll call and get you and appointment.
Moose - (Suave) Thanks. (Turns, reverts to caveman) Ugggg. (Hobbles out)
Act III, Scene ii - The Medicine Man's Office
Moose - Owwiiiiiiieeeeeee!
The Nurse - You don't look too mobile...
Moose - Ah no...(wince, ouch, yada yada)
The Nurse - Weight 2**. Not bad.
Moose - Damnit I gained 10 lbs being injured. GRRRR... This *bleeping* sucks!
The Nurse - (Taking Blood Pressure) Blood Pressure is up.
Moose - (Rambling on and on about needles begins)
BLACK OUT
Act I, Scene i - Bed 3 Weeks ago...
Ouch, that seems uncomfortable, hmm, hip and back feeling not so good....
Act I, Scene ii - 'The Ride'
HOLY Bat Sh*t Man, I can barely get in the car. This is worse than I thought. Put you right leg in, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh.... Put you left leg in uuuuuuuugggg. Sit down aiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee... (Notice the pattern). Long story short, drove two footed to the Chiropractor.
Act II, Scene i
Later that day - Chiropractor
(Twist that thing that way.... That Seems to get better. Twist this other thing the other way. MARY MOTHER OF GOD....Expletive, Expletive, Expletive...)
Act II, Scene ii - Next Day - Chiropractor
(Twist that that way.... Better. Twist this thing this way... F*CK...)
Captain Crack the Back - "It appears that whatever we are doing (Who the F*ck is this WE THING) is causing more aggravation, but the signs you are giving me, your spine is actually defying gravity in reference to the entirety of your back." Really, me unusual...Who would have thunk? Funny, doesn't one think that I could find much more fun and better ways to defy gravity?
Act II, Scene iii - Next, Next Day - Chiropractor
(Twist that way... Ok. Twist this thing the OTHER WAY ... AHH...Slight relief.)
Captain Crack the Back - Well, you are defying the laws of gravity, but I think we have this on the run.
Moose - (Pain Radiates) Sure... (Limps out of office)
Act II, Scene iv - Next, Next, Next Day - Chiropractor
Moose - Ok Doc, I had to use my cell phone to call my parents from MY BED to land line in their bedroom, this isn't good"
Captain... Wow, no kidding, I thought we had this thing on the run... (Chuckle)
Moose - Ahhh... Nooo... X-RAYs NOW!
Captain... - Yeah, you ain't getting any better.
Moose - Uggg!
ACT II, Scene v - Later - Captain's Office...
Captain - I don't know why those X-ray didn't come out, I hit you with enough stuff to go through a Moose.
Moose - (aside) A Moose, gee go figure, I am as big as a REAL moose now. That's encouraging. AND stuff, radiation is now classified as stuff? Ugggg...
Round 2 X-Rays
Moose - (queasy) Hey Doc, maybe your developer is going bad?
Captain - Hmmm...Perhaps, but I don't think so...
Moose - (Aside) I knew I wasn't a big as a moose!
- Lighting Change -
Captain - No kidding your spine is actually defying gravity.
Moose - Perhaps its two different injuries...
Captain - Maybe...
(Twist that, uuggggg. Twist there, nooooooo! Finally we'll give that a turn.
Moose - Mommieeeeeeeeee...
Act III, Scene i - Next, Next, Next, Next Day - Chiropractor
Captain - How ya feeling?
Moose - (monosyllabic tones, drooling, basic oogah boogah stuff)
Captain - That good?
Moose - Shoot Me (Refer to God smiting the groin and what that can feel like)!
Captain - Maybe you are too inflamed. Anything we are doing, isn't actually doing anything.
Sexy Married Receptionist - Husband, pain, doctor, go there... (I think I heard the part about a husband) ...I'll call and get you and appointment.
Moose - (Suave) Thanks. (Turns, reverts to caveman) Ugggg. (Hobbles out)
Act III, Scene ii - The Medicine Man's Office
Moose - Owwiiiiiiieeeeeee!
The Nurse - You don't look too mobile...
Moose - Ah no...(wince, ouch, yada yada)
The Nurse - Weight 2**. Not bad.
Moose - Damnit I gained 10 lbs being injured. GRRRR... This *bleeping* sucks!
The Nurse - (Taking Blood Pressure) Blood Pressure is up.
Moose - (Rambling on and on about needles begins)
BLACK OUT
I NEVER Thought a NEEDLE Could Feel SOOO Good! - ACT II
The unfinished play, yet the beginning paragraph is amusing. The Moose - 06.07.06
- Alright, anyone who knows me knows that I loath needles; that I neerly go all frantic and panic at the were mention of the evil lil' devices. Yes, the classic signs of panic attacks: the sweating, the light-headedness, the shortness of breath, the clenching of muscles, etc., blah blah blah (Also, having a muscle spasm during an injection or blood withdrawl are both very bad things for obvious reasons. NO ONE ever wants to see their doctor wind-up like he's throwing fast-pitch softball to inject you with something). I can always remember as a child, at the were mention of shot or blood test, it was a bad bad thing. A screaming Moose at any point in time in life is never ever a good thing.
- Alright, anyone who knows me knows that I loath needles; that I neerly go all frantic and panic at the were mention of the evil lil' devices. Yes, the classic signs of panic attacks: the sweating, the light-headedness, the shortness of breath, the clenching of muscles, etc., blah blah blah (Also, having a muscle spasm during an injection or blood withdrawl are both very bad things for obvious reasons. NO ONE ever wants to see their doctor wind-up like he's throwing fast-pitch softball to inject you with something). I can always remember as a child, at the were mention of shot or blood test, it was a bad bad thing. A screaming Moose at any point in time in life is never ever a good thing.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
More Motrin Than a Moose Can Handle...
Hmmmm...Where do I begin...Oh yeah! OUCH! OWWWIIIIEEEEE! DAMN IT!
Ok, so I am going to try my hand at posting on the big blogger board. I want to let you in on what goes on in The Moose's Den of Exeter. So, henceforth in the Den we go... What is going on today? Well I'll FREAKING TELL YOU! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...The pain, the agony of defeat. You may wonder why someone may go screaming into the night in pain. Is it because "THE ex" broke his heart, and now he is having a corporate "one on one" with God while trying to walk to Cleveland. No, that's not it. Maybe, a Fraternity Pledging activity where a certain Moose-like creature was too gung ho and sprained his ankle beyond the point of walking and had to have Elvis and Colonel Sanders haul him back. No, not that one either. Hmmm... What else is there. Maybe the bizarre pre-Music Man injury where I tripped on one step out the door (yes dear "sister", I fell and tripped on one step too). I rolled my ankle so bad I went into the air and came down on my school bag and knee. Ouch, that hurt like hell, actually aggravated the bad knee, and in the end, was just uncomfortable. But this, this is something so unholy, that I am sure the Judas, Brutis, and Cassius are suffering some form of this in hell... SCIATICA. Sciatica as defined by Webster's is "Pain along the sciatic nerve usually caused by a herniated disk of the lumbar region of the spine and radiating to the buttocks and to the back of the thigh." Ok, pain, first of all...that's not pain, but 'MOTHER F*CKING PAIN.' And yes, the pain is radiating down my ASS and making my upper leg and groin feel someone is stabbing it with an ICE PICK. Other days it feels like God smiting my groin; funny, I find it almost poetic in a f*cked up Catholic sort of way. So where does this leave me? Hmmm, well this is the sort of pain and inflammation that Motrin 800 hardly dents, and tyenol, what's that? That don't do sh*t! So, officially, I am ruining my stomach lining and kidneys trying to numb that pain, that really isn't being numbed at all. So, now what? This Lovely problem is now just pushing me more to the Left. I couldn't work if I wanted to with this problem, not like you can find a good job anyhow.
Canada is looking good from here...
The Moose
Ok, so I am going to try my hand at posting on the big blogger board. I want to let you in on what goes on in The Moose's Den of Exeter. So, henceforth in the Den we go... What is going on today? Well I'll FREAKING TELL YOU! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...The pain, the agony of defeat. You may wonder why someone may go screaming into the night in pain. Is it because "THE ex" broke his heart, and now he is having a corporate "one on one" with God while trying to walk to Cleveland. No, that's not it. Maybe, a Fraternity Pledging activity where a certain Moose-like creature was too gung ho and sprained his ankle beyond the point of walking and had to have Elvis and Colonel Sanders haul him back. No, not that one either. Hmmm... What else is there. Maybe the bizarre pre-Music Man injury where I tripped on one step out the door (yes dear "sister", I fell and tripped on one step too). I rolled my ankle so bad I went into the air and came down on my school bag and knee. Ouch, that hurt like hell, actually aggravated the bad knee, and in the end, was just uncomfortable. But this, this is something so unholy, that I am sure the Judas, Brutis, and Cassius are suffering some form of this in hell... SCIATICA. Sciatica as defined by Webster's is "Pain along the sciatic nerve usually caused by a herniated disk of the lumbar region of the spine and radiating to the buttocks and to the back of the thigh." Ok, pain, first of all...that's not pain, but 'MOTHER F*CKING PAIN.' And yes, the pain is radiating down my ASS and making my upper leg and groin feel someone is stabbing it with an ICE PICK. Other days it feels like God smiting my groin; funny, I find it almost poetic in a f*cked up Catholic sort of way. So where does this leave me? Hmmm, well this is the sort of pain and inflammation that Motrin 800 hardly dents, and tyenol, what's that? That don't do sh*t! So, officially, I am ruining my stomach lining and kidneys trying to numb that pain, that really isn't being numbed at all. So, now what? This Lovely problem is now just pushing me more to the Left. I couldn't work if I wanted to with this problem, not like you can find a good job anyhow.
Canada is looking good from here...
The Moose
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