My birthday

it's today. It's already over so soon, and it won't come back for another year. But I'll just enjoy it while I can. Life is so sweet, and time is so precious - make it last, and make it worth something.

In a World....

If you're familiar with the late Don LaFontaine - TV, radio, and movie trailer announcer - then you're also familiar with the way he started most of his trailers: "In a world..." Well, I've been thinking on that recently, among other things, and I realized that, not too long ago, there could of been a trailer about some futuristic world - the world you and I live in - and it would start with "in a world". In a world where profane garbage is all that's on TV, in a world where not fitting in has led to mass murder, in a world where the economy is out of control, and it costs $400 dollars a month to get where you gotta go.
All I gotta say is, it may seem scary, but we'll make it through, and it's all good.

My Guitar...

I love it...and I kinda feel I should follow with a long and flowing poem full of flowery language. But no, it turns out I have almost no poetic ability.
But, I did come up with a poem about my ukulele.

My uke,
my uke,
I play it for you
My uke,
my 4-string,
I play it and sing

My uke,
my uke,
I play a little song
My uke,
My uke, I bring it along

My uke,
my uke,
I play it for you
My uke,
my 4-string,
I play it and sing



There you go.

layout

I'm redoing my layout right now, so there's a couple of things messed up. Hopefully I'll finish soon.

random songs

Random songs get stuck in my head all the time. Sometimes it's annoying, because it's just one little part of the song over and over again, and usually when that happens, it's a song I don't really like. Other times, it's songs that I do like, so I enjoy having them stuck in my head I guess. The current song: Tout Doucement (Tuh-doo-suh-mah) by Feist. It's a really weird song. And it's French.

why are watermelons green?

oops. that's all I can say.
Well, actually I'm perfectly capable of saying many other things, so I will go ahead.
Anyway, on to the watermelons. Why are they green? or are they? I once saw a purple watermelon while on a fishing trip. Rather shocked to find a melon of such hue, I had to ask, "what makes you purple?" The watermelon didn't speak for a very long time, and I finally gave up. My guess is that it was pondering my question for a very long time and finally decided that it was just not going to answer.
well, a couple days later, I found a letter addressed to me, and, to my surprise, it was from the purple watermelon, whose name was Stephen Pickens.
Here is what the letter said:

My dear sir,
I am sorry that I did not immediately answer your (most interesting, I must say) question, and I wish to make up for my mistake. That is the purpose of this letter.
To answer your question, I must first ask a question of my own: "why not?" Why wouldn't I be purple, such a deep, lustrous color, which represents such high things as royalty and upper class? Why are all the others green? [at this point, I stopped, and wondered why, since he had said "a question", he had asked 3. But I read on]
Here is the answer to your question, very simple indeed: think on the inside, not the out.

-your friend Stephen Pickens


After reading over the whole letter once again, I realized that the inside of watermelons are red, not green.
but then I wondered what color Stephen Pickens was inside, and I still haven't figured it out.

hello again

well , I'm going to try to start blogging here more often. I guess I was kinda inspired (thanks Em, lol) to actually do something with this blog.
so anyway, I will post more later (today i hope) and THAT'S ALL FOR NOW FO'KES!!!!!!
TAH-TAH!!!