Weak Sauce About Nothing

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Let’s Get Into This

So I have been kind of hinting at the “troubles” that my wife and I have been going through and it is all out on the table now between the two of us.  She will be moving out very soon into her own apartment, officially it is a separation, some time for her to live on her own so she can start to get her own issues under control (I would add in here “Like I have my own under control,” but that has very little to do with me and every thing to do with God.  An odd phrase on this blog I’m sure).

So here is the thing that I’m realizing.  There was this guy forever ago, he was in a band, he was into books, and his relationship with this God that he would literally fight for in a heart beat.  He loved that one thing about his life more than anything until he realized the power of having sex.  And the pleasure that all that entailed.  He had already gotten into porn (at an ultra early age 2nd grade to be exact), and that was fun enough, but the real deal was so much better.  So what was he willing to give up for sex.

For starters, going into a marriage with purity, his sobriety, his band, his dreams and vision for his life, and most importantly his relationship with faith and God, and that more than anything set him in a tailspin.

Clearly this is me.  So I’m coming out the other end and realizing that something is really missing.  First was that whole God thing.  And that has been what has  pulled me through a lot of this.  Getting close to that infinte creator that sparks a fire inside me like nothing I have ever experiancd before in my whole life.  So I’m on that track, and I’m finding that once again in my life that is all that I need.  But in that statement I find that it pushes me to reconcile with people, I have this relationship that means so much to me, and I want others to have that too, and I want to have real relationships with people.

So much of the past ten years has been about me getting my way, now it is time for me to just learn how to be a friend with nothing to gain.  It is time for me to learn that the presence of someone is more important that what I’m going to get out of a situation.  It’s time for me to go back to being who I was a really long time ago.

And that is a huge deal for me.

Just really wanted to share that, and honestly you guys that write for this and read this, are some of my closest friends, so this seems like a good group to tell it to.

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January 31, 2008 Posted by | Philosophy | , , , | 4 Comments

the questions that really matter

“Have you ever seen a she gator protect her youngs or fish in a river swimin free?” – courtesy of Lynyrd Skynyrd

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why america will be a short dream…and for some a nightmare

Seriously, this kinda crap goes down all the time ….

http://www.theindychannel.com/news/15181455/detail.html

one man doing the right thing, spending his own recources to improve his community and the gov giving him the old shaftaroo. i wish this dude was in greeley or windsor, i would love to be locked up with him

January 31, 2008 Posted by | Weak Sauce About Nothing | 3 Comments

Worst song ever written

I have the joy of sitting in front of my company’s work out room (called the “Peak Performance Center”) so I get to hear the crappy radio stations everyone picks. Today I heard quite possibly the worst song ever written by a commercial entity. The song? “Closing Time” by Semisonic. quite possibly the worst band out there (besides Placebo, I can’t believe they’re still around) Any other candidates for worst song ever written?

Check out these priceless gem lyrics:

Closing time – time for you to go out, go out into the world.
Closing time – turn the lights up over every boy and every girl.
Closing time – one last call for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer.
Closing time – you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.

I know who I want to take me home. (x3)
Take me home…

Closing time – time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
Closing time – this room won’t be open ’til your brothers or you sisters
come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits – I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time – every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

Yeah,
I know who I want to take me home. (x3)
Take me home…

Closing time – time for you to go back to the places you will be from…

I know who I want to take me home. (x3)
Take me home…

Closing time – every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end…

January 30, 2008 Posted by | Music, Weak Sauce About Nothing | , , , , , , | 6 Comments

So whats the plan for tomorrow?

Are we meeting at 8 or 9? And are we meeting at all?

**Edited and Posted**

I think the plan is 8 for you guys, I’m getting the episode(s) up this afternoon.  And I will drop off the lap top, but not be attending tonight.

January 30, 2008 Posted by | Weak Sauce About Nothing | 5 Comments

This begs make a short story out of me.

“Don’t put my shoes on, there is something in them.”

It screams modern Lovecraftian horror.

January 30, 2008 Posted by | Weak Sauce About Nothing | , , | 2 Comments

With Eyes Unclouded By Hate

i ganked this story from Brennan Manning who ganked it from Thornton Wilder and i wanted to share it with you :

Thornton Wilder’s one act play “The Angel That Troubled the Waters,” based on John 5:1-4, dramatizes the power of the pool of Bethesda to heal whenever an angel stirred its waters. A physician comes periodically to the pool hoping to be the first in line and longing to be healed of his melancholy. The angel finally appears but blocks the physician just as he is ready to step into the water. The angel tells the physician to draw back, for this moment is not for him. The physician pleads for help in a broken voice, but the angel insists that healing is not intended for him.

The dialogue continues – and then comes the prophetic word from the angel: “Without your wounds where would your power be? It is your melancholy that makes your low voice tremble into the hearts of men and women. The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and blundering children on earth as can one human being broken on the wheels of living. In Love’s service, only wounded soldiers can serve. Physician, draw back.”

Later, the man who did get to enter the pool first and was healed rejoices in his good fortune and turning to the physician says: “Please come with me. It is only an hour to my home. My son is lost in dark thoughts. I do not understand him and only you have ever lifted his mood. Only an hour… There is also my daughter: since her child died, she sits in the shadow. She will not listen to us but she will listen to you.”
 

I believe i have something like what the good doctor has and i think melancholy is an excellent way to define it. i find my thoughts lingering on some of the more troubling things about my character, the places where an angel would not dare to tread. Numerous times i feel like i have taken these ailments to God and asked for healing and i feel like i am running into walls. For a long time, and even now at times, i would blame God for not healing me, for not giving me a heart / mind set / spirit that i could “live” out of. that somehow what i have isn’t good enough, who i am isn’t true enough, or pure enough, or compassionette enough. interestingly though, the right attitude would be to understand i have what i have on purpose. my weaknesses are actually the keys to my service. Instead of allowing our perception of God to be clouded by anger because of God’s “inaction” in healing our wounds, we should be moved to realize our weakness is the place where God can come through to the world. If God “healed” my melancholy the door would be shut for grace to flow through to broken people.

I think it is important to note that in the story the Angel is specific in telling the doctor that nowis not the time for his healing. This means there will come a point when the doctor is relieved from his shadowed heart, when the time is right. I am reminded of Tolkien’s words from the Fellowship of the Ring, “A wizard is never late, he arrives precisely when he means to.” If this is not an allegory for how God interacts with the world then i don’t know what is. We may not understand God’s timing but we can embrace God’s goodness in spite of our lamentations.

In an anime movie,  Princess Mononoke, one of the main characters, Prince Ashitaka, is afflicted with a curse that is killing him. The wise woman of his village encourages him to seek peace in a foreign land with the key to his enlightenment being his ability to see with eyes unclouded by hate. As the movie progresses the same curse that is killing him takes the shape of salvation to numerous others. Slowly Ashitaka’s embrace of vision with out hatred allows him to grow into a man of compassion able to help many in spite of his weakness and curse. In fitting with Wilder’s story, at the right time (which for movies is always at the end) Ashitaka is healed of his curse and is endowed with a new appreciation for his place in the world.  

 So i write this as encouragement, as someone who has been weathered by the seasons of life and faired poorly…there is goodness in the midst of weakness and it’s name is God. In love’s service only wounded soldiers can serve, Our greatest weakness is also our greatest strength. We are each others  wounded healers.

January 29, 2008 Posted by | Philosphy/Religion | 4 Comments

Yo lets get those new episodes up!!!

let me know if you need me to do it man and i will try to figure it out.

January 29, 2008 Posted by | Weak Sauce About Nothing | 3 Comments

Harmony of the dancing chicken and dragon

“You don’t hear guys going to a club saying to one another; ‘Screw chicks tonight bro, I gotta dance!’ “
     -Dane Cook

Do we really need another dance movie? I understand there are real underground dance competitions and I’m sure they’re very good at what they do. But seriously, a dance movie coming out on Valentine’s day? You know the only guys going are likely gays. Even gay dancers probably have more respect than that.


Here’s a nice piece of shit. . .

How about that tag line: “It’s not where you’re from, it’s where you’re at?”What the fuck does that even mean? It was just as shitty when it was called “Breakin” oh wait, when it was called “Footloose” or “Dirty Dancing” or “Save The Last Dance” “Save The Last Dance 2” or “Step Up” I heard a comment from someone while I was subjected to this shit a second time before Cloverfield started. This jackass said something lame like; “It’s this generation looking for that good dance movie of their era. For ours, it was Footloose.”  WHAT? I remember footloose being pretty shitty for it’s time too pal. If I lived in a comic book, I would have unbolted my theatre chair and bashed the guys head in when I heard that.

I guarantee you; the acting: shit, the direction: shit, the music: shit, chance of gaining any awards: shit. “yo bro, don’t knock it, there’s a chick dancing in rain and she looks HOT!”OK ‘bro’ if I wanted to see tits, or nudity, or even half-nudity, I don’t need a shitty movie, I would check the 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 sites dedicated to it on the internet. (FOR FREE by the way) go to google and type in “tits” that’s it. hit enter.  I just saved you the price of admission. You’re welcome.

The only dancing I want to see is on my Chinese take out box between the chicken and the dragon. The dancing mystically keeps my chicken fried rice from tasting like shit.


Now that’s what I call dancing!

January 28, 2008 Posted by | Don't taze me bro, Movies, Weak Sauce About Nothing | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

A different point of view.

An illogical conversation taking place between 2 different people.
One is standing on the ceiling the other is standing on the floor; the following is a record of their conversation.

Hey! Stop looking down at me!
I’m not!
?

January 26, 2008 Posted by | Weak Sauce About Nothing | 1 Comment

The Color Of Money Tonight

The Color of Money is playing tonight at The Plantation in Greeley, CO.  Sets start at 9:30PM.  If you’re not doing anything you should come with me.

January 26, 2008 Posted by | Music | | 1 Comment

I love kids.

That is all.

January 25, 2008 Posted by | Weak Sauce About Nothing | 2 Comments

Alien Implants: kind of dumb but kind of interresting

The idea of alien implants is kind of dumb to me. It was pretty cool when Scully had one on the X-files and when they removed it she suddenly started getting cancer, when the re-implanted it, suddenly the cancer was gone, but nothing that cool ever happens in real life.

I read a book about them debunking them as things normally found in the human body.
Proponents insist that it happens and that they’re placed in inconspicuous places to either track the human, or insert lame reason here. . .
most are found in the feet, hands, ears, and mouth. HMMMM
Feet: you stepped on something you idiot
Hands: You got a splinter of something you idiot
Ears: (see Hands)
Mouth: you ate something you idiot

I searched the web for pictures of alien implants and all I got was low rez images of pieces of wire with blood on them or microscopic pictures of metal splinters on poorly constructed websites.  Have you ever changed a broken brake on a car before? have you seen a metal splinter? yea. . .that’s what it looks like.  I was half hoping to find triangular pieces of some unknown metal and strange markings, or pieces of magnetic material that emitted a radio or other-worldly frequency. . .no luck.


is it just me, or could this be a piece of a guitar string. it even looks like it was cut with a set of pliers.

These people insist that the material sometimes found is organic. The fibers on most automotive parts is organic. (again, brake pads are mostly organic) they claim to find pieces in their ears. there aren’t many nerve endings in your ears so if you happened to roll over a splinter while in bed, or oh, I don’t know putting a shirt on, and something that small got into your ear, you might not even feel it. as for the mouth, do you know how many particles of metal, plastic, fiber, rat feces, can find their way into your food? a piece of that gets stuck in your teeth and makes your mouth bleed. You remove it and notice it’s a tiny piece of metal. Alien implant? doubt it. Just stop buying burritos from that street cart that stops by your work everyday. (it might be a tiny piece of tin-foil for all you know) Conveniently they also say that sometimes after removing the implants, they “melt” or disintegrate. I know it’s gross, but is it possible that it’s a hardened calcium deposit that will dissipate when introduced into liquid? (their supposed method of “Preserving it by putting it in conditions similar to the human body”) or maybe it’s a buildup of the shit you eat in between your teeth? Check out this article where they got SOME strange readings, but it wound up being something easily explained.

I want to believe in extraterrestrial life, I really do, but because of the true nut jobs and fakers out there, it’s harder than ever to sift through what is science and what is hokey.

January 24, 2008 Posted by | Don't taze me bro, technology, Weak Sauce About Nothing | , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

FUCKINFINALLY!!!

Ok so we have new podcasts coming to you within a day or two I hope 3 at the latest. but anyways we have Episode 5 the Cloverfield Episode, and Episode 5.5 The Ponytail Chronicles! So yeah Gabe will be posting shortly here and I hope you enjoy.

Oh yes we have also decided to change the name to Weak Sauce About Nothing! or the W.S.A.N.

-AwesomeKong out.

January 24, 2008 Posted by | Podcast, Weak Sauce About Nothing | Leave a comment

Holy Fucking Shit!

People who are smarter than me.  Fucking awesome.

January 23, 2008 Posted by | Weak Sauce About Nothing | , , , , | 1 Comment

Podcast Tonight?

So we doing one tonight? I assume yes but I am not sure.

January 23, 2008 Posted by | Weak Sauce About Nothing | 4 Comments

My Life With the Unthrilling Kult

So my life is changing.  My wife and I will be getting a divorce very soon, but it is a very mutual thing.  She doesn’t love me as a husband, and honestly I’m way to messed up as a human to drag someone into a relationship.  But we will always have the connection of our three really amazing kids.  So where do I go from here. 

I don’t want to date, and I don’t really want to move on to fast.  That is half the problem with every relationship I have ever had, just jumping into a new one with out getting over the old one.  So I guess I will become a hermit, hang out with friends and my kids, and work from there.  What a strange new, adventure my life is becoming.

Wish me luck.

January 22, 2008 Posted by | Weak Sauce About Nothing | , , , | 4 Comments

The Official Podcasting location of F.F.

I thought I’d take the time to give props to the official Podcast location of Fuck Fiction: Cables Pub & Grill.
The tag line for the place should actually be “Where Friends Meat!” Because there isn’t a meat dish I’ve had there that I didn’t like. Their portions are HUGE and the nachos are particularly good. They get a decent rating on Trip Advisor. There are a couple of recent bad reviews, but I think it really depends when you go. (around 8pm-11pm is our window) We’re kind of partial to the server we’ve had the last month because she is extremely cool but I think they all try to be nice and respect the casters.


PodCasting every Wed. from 8pm to around 10.

January 21, 2008 Posted by | Don't taze me bro, Weak Sauce About Nothing | , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

So…

Since I’m not constantly bored at work anymore, I find myself not posting as much.  The strange part about it, is that I keep thinking about things that I would like to post about, then get back into work and totally forget.

But I did remember this.  So today, I rode the bus to work for the second time.  And it is pretty cool.  Even though it was freezing cold out thismorning, I just had that nice feeling of doing something good, for the enviroment, and just doing something good in general because I’m not wasting gas from my car, or any of that stuff.  If you don’t really have access to mass transit (as I didn’t for a long time) I will just let you know now, for all the inconveniance (having to wait for the bus to come, and wierd people on the bus).  It is totally worth it.

Just a quick thought.

January 21, 2008 Posted by | Work | , , , , | 3 Comments

Wiggady quiggady wack?

Topsy lopsy do I do not know what the fuck to do? I am Y am A man I am but my mind flys run with poo? The dirty triggers reflection blooms in moonlight mornings due? I am Y am I am a man? A cowards life I’ve lived. And off to sleep I float… An early mornings mid realm dream forms the barrel of this gun. To sleep I sleep to wake and breath and sleep somewhere I do. A bullets life lived fast and raw, but opposites attract they say. And marriage I ado.

Suicide poem! I am not suicidal for reals. Just tired to many wow hours no many sleep hours.

-AwesomeKong out.

January 21, 2008 Posted by | Weak Sauce About Nothing | 2 Comments