The Death of Imagination

Once upon a time people used something called an imagination. Much like the appendix it now seems useless. However it once could make you fly or travel to the far reaches of the galaxies in an instant. It helped to compose symphonies and helped one of the Ninja Turtles paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
IT was once necessary for entertainment. One would here a story of read a dime novel and piece togther elaborate worlds in their head. Mounds of dirt became castles and your catr Whiskers became a fierce tiger who may have breathed fire. The imagination was a beautiful thing.
It is with great sadness that I have to tell you that the imagination is on death's doorstep. Beaten and abused by years of mindless culture and apathy. There are no more storytellers and no need to fill in the blanks. At your very fingertips you can have a whole world at your fingertips. YOu don't have to experience love, tragedy, hope, fear, etc. You can experince it all at your in your underwear with fingers stained orange by Doritos. Now with reality TV becoming ever more popular you can be damn sure how you should live. After all it's not silly fiction, that shit is for real. How fucking easy is that? No more thinking or feeling. That shit is for old people and pussies.
Without a function, the imagination slowly wilts away. Another victim of evolution. Survival of the fittest, right? Who needs it when the everyting you need to know is on the idiot box? The content gets dumber and dumber, but who cares. Music becomes mindless and mundane. Art is for suckas!
But there is hope for imagination. A few of us still cling to it's bootstraps. We are the dreamers, the artists, the spacy creative types that are often the outcasts. Spurned for our lack of conformity, we refuse to be a part of the "real" world. Looked at as a menace we are the saviors. We are the only ones that can show the rest of the world what beauty is. Without this we will continue to devour our fellow man and the world around us.
So get lost in your thoughts and forget the daily griud. It's so much easier to be part of the problem but trust me when I say that it is much more rewarding to be part of the solution.

Scrubette

Everyone knows a scrub is some broke ass dude who thinks he's the shit. It's goes both ways though, there are plenty of chicks out there who suffer from the same damn affliction. Little cute things running around, looking good but nothing else. I am here to tell you to back the fuck off. I am a humble son of a bitch so I won't go into details, but I am bringing a lot to the table. Just because you have a vagina doesn;t mean you have a trump card. You gotta have something to back that shit up when those looks start to fade. No more broke ass girls with a sense of entitilement, I don't owe you shit. I need someone with goals, not someone who can't think beyond what lipstick they are goign to wear when they are turning tricks, uhhhh I mean when they go to the club. They are not whores because whores get paid. At least whores have a career. And before you ask the question, NO I DO NOT WANT TO BUY YOU A DRINK! Why don't you buy me a drink? I really don't have time for this shit...

What I want

My friend Sean posted something a while back on what he is looking for in a mate. His list was pretty specific but who am I to judge. If that's what he needs to be happy then so be it. The first time I read his list I actually laughed for while, but then it started to eat at me. What the hell do I want? I sure as hell haven't found it yet. Getting to specific can't be to good, you might end up missing out by setting up all of these parameters. Having general guidelines can't hurt, although some say you can't see it coming. After some brainstorming here is what I came up with. It's not perfect but it a general list of things I dig in a girl.
-Strong sense of family. My famliy life wasn't the best growing up so I want the opposite.
-A little crazy, outgoing. I am pretty mellow and chill so I need something to balance me out.
-Likes to have fun. No homebodies, need to get out. Drinking is cool but no smokers. I don't smoke so I don't want to kiss an ash tray. No drunks, I have a big enough problem for two.
-Doesn't have to be a fitness model but health must be important. If someone doesn;t care about themselves how can they care about you.
-Open minded. I an wierd as shit so they have to be willing to accpet it.
-Looks are important. Anyone who says otherwise is lying.
-On par on an intellectual level. I don't want to spell out every other word and I don't to feel like an idiot.
Sure, I've messed around with chicks who don't check all the blocks, but in the long term you gotta have something real. You don't want someone just liek yourself you can get bored. Someone who is totally opposite usually starts off hot but burns off quickly when you realize you have nothing to talk about.
I'm not sure what that accomplished or why I felt it was necessary. I think the constant talk of friends getting married or having kids has it on my mind. Like I said before, when it happens it happens, just roll with it.

No worries,
KC
http://mrcaseymoe.blogspot.com/

Who the fuck are you?

I've posted a few dumb shit posts but I never really took the time to introduce myself. I will remain nameless but you all already know me. At the very least you know someone just like me. I am the boy next door. On the outside I am clean cut, polite, well spoken, intelligent, etc. On the inside I am lost, confused, conflicted, etc. I am stuck in perpetual adolescence. That place between the safety of boyhood and vast, dull expanse of adulthood. I will probably offend you at some point. I am secretly crude and curse more than I should. I will piss you off and disappoint you but you can't help but love me. I am a shitty listener but I am trying really hard to get better. I am not a bad guy but I have been a dog. I am completely terrified of being alone. The last thing I ever want to be is normal even though my outside appearance gives another impression.

That was a vague yet accurate way to sum me up. If I can help someone then so be it. Even if it just gives you something to read while you have a bit of insomnia.


Don't be a stranger.


No worries,
KC

Another hard day at the ofice.

It was a pretty dull day at work. The phones were dead and I didn't get a single email. I had soem things to do but I wasn't feelign it. I tried to keep my mind busy but it was rough. I watched the rain for a while which was pretty exciting. They have all types of blocks on our network which limits surfing. I did find a coupel of quizes though. Some were fun but a few made me think. The ones that really hit me had to do with my love life or lack thereof. Most of the stuff they told me was obvious it still stung a bit. Here's what I found out.
I don't put enough time into looking for a mate. I guess if I don't put in enough time into looking for someone then I probably won't spend enough time with whomever I find.
I can't commit. I am 26 and I have never had a relationship that has lasted more than 2-3 weeks. Although I don't consider it a relationship if it less than a month. Until then it is just a fling. There are several reasons for this. For starters I get bored easily. I am pretty much am expert at tanking these things. Once the honeymoon phase is over and I think there is a possibilty that it coudl become something I start looking for an out. Not very healthy.
People always tell me shit liek I'll knwo when I meet the right one. But what if I meet the right one and freak out regardless. Worse yet, what if I have already met the right one and fucked it up. In retrospect, I can honestly say that there has only been one girl that I coudl see becoming something more (it's not who most of you would think so quit scoffing). Surprise, surprise I screwed the pooch on that one too.
The bottom line is, I really hope work picks up tomorrow.

All alone

I am the only one in the office this week. I thought it would be cool because I could fuck off without feeling bad about it. Instead I am stuck answering phones half the day. I get asked a lot of questions that I rarely know the answer to. Half the time I make stuff up because I'm sure the person on the other end didn't catch my name and they won't be able to tie it back to me. I only have two more days of it then I can go back to taking naps the in the middle of the day and watching Scrubs on DVD in my office.

Fuck it, it's Friday

I have used a lot of excuses to take off early from work. The trick is to have details but not be too specific. But lately it has become too easy and I really don't try that hard when it comes to a back story. Today I simply said "I don't feel liek I will get much done today, so I'm going to take off." I basically said I'm lazy so why even bother.