Toothbrush Stache’

Sometimes when I’m cleaning up my face with the electric razor, I start shaving the area around my lower lip and move from the outside toward the middle. Then I move to my upper lip and move inward a little, then stop and move to the other side. The results in the mirror are the ‘Hitler Moustache’ or toothbrush mustache look. About an inch or inch and half worth of facial hair just underneath the nose. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a goofy look but I think more people would still sport it…if not for the extremely negative historical reference.


How can I say this? Look around. There are all sorts of facial hair expressions going on around the globe that many conservative people or the highly OCD probably look at and you can see them develop a visible facial tick. Examples are: the Amish beard, the handle bar moustache, the Santa beard, the goatee, the mutton-chop sideburns, the lady beard and many more.


After the Hitler moustache idea flits soundlessly across my brain, I re-commence shaving my upper lip until it is relatively clear of stubble.


So for anyone out there with a definitive facial hair style (yes, even you ladies), be cognizant of your actions. You may influence generations of people after you based on negative associations. Use this knowledge for good or evil. It’s your choice.

(World) Peace.

Open Mind?

I don’t mind having someone tell me their opinion with the intention of hearing an opposing point of view (with an open mind). But if you are just someone who is looking to have everyone mindless agree with you, then, I am probably not the person to share your thoughts with at all. I’m not saying I’m right on every topic but chances are I may have come from a different family environment, a different level of income household or a totally different part of the country – and those things color everyone’s thought processes. With this in mind, I respect that your value system and point of view may be radically different than my own. If you can express your opinion without allowing your emotions or need to be right to over-ride the discussion, chances are we can have a rational and civil exchange and walk away appreciating one another. If you think your views on every topic should be universally accepted…guess what? You are a dic(k)tator. If the only way you can win an argument is to be a bully with name-calling or shouting? No need to say another word. A tip of my cap and may the rest of your life be a river that flows in your pre-determined path. No opposition. But…that sounds like a pretty sad life to me.

Good day friends. Peace.

Before the next ice age hits…


I know we do not have much time left. The end all be all of storms is headed this way and there is no amount of bread, milk and bananas that will allow us as a species to withstand the doom it must surely unleash.


I just wanted to thank everyone who has read my blog, Facebook page, Tumblr page and all the thousands of mindless tweets. If you have heard my voice in podcast format, then may that comfort you in the final hours we have left before the Earth is entombed in a sheath of ice that causes it to break out of it’s orbit and go careening every which way to another galaxy far, far away.


Or…maybe the professional weather guessers will be wrong yet again. Ooooh. I wonder if Vegas has betting odds on such frivolities? I bet they do… See what I did there? I think maybe I have been hanging around with my podcast partner Jeremy too much and that has awoken my inner reckless gambler.


Today is Thursday, January 12th in the year 2017. If the end does arrive, I hope all of the internet servers are preserved by the cold and the next incarnation of the human race or alien intelligence discovers my words many eons into the future and wonders…what the heck is this?


On the off chance that this is not the end of the path, have a great day and may your weekend not involve any extraneous traffic accidents.


Peace and warmth and love my friends.


Stupid Song 101

Hello! Just humor me for an extended hot minute and read the below lyrics to the Dierks Bentley song: Different for Girls:


Good morn and Happy Hump Day to thee and thou.

I am in the midst of re-listening to a book series on CD. The tale is of the Gunslinger and his quest for the mythical Dark Tower that holds all of creation together. Of course, I am speaking of The Dark Tower series by Stephen King. At this time the story is paused as Roland is sharing with his ka-tet the story of his first love Susan Delgado.

This tale is long and long. The present portion features Susan and on the story’s undercard, Roland and his two friends are pitted against The Big Coffin Hunters in an excellent yarn. I will not turn this into a book report on this particular volume or the series in general. If asked I would recommend the series to anyone, at least to give it a taste to see if it is to your liking. Yes Stephen King can be overly wordy at times but the canvas is well saturated with vibrant and compelling story. Within the context of this story, the boys (Roland and his friends are early teenagers) and The Big Coffin Hunters allude several times about engaging in a game of Castles. In this fictitious story I am drawing a correlation between the game of Castles and the game of Chess. Is it exactly the same? I think not but for my purposes I will have a Project Runway moment…and make it work.


It has been a few years since I played Chess and that was on the computer against a computer opponent on a fairly low level…and I won! The actual last time I physically played Chess against another human was probably twenty years ago when I tried (and failed) to teach my then wife Erica to play. She got the general gist of the movements for the different pieces but just didn’t have any interest in playing. The one caveat to this paragraph is Ayden. I did briefly play Chess against him (he is six now, but was five at the time) inside an Oberweis store while we were enjoying some ice cream. Why am I not counting this as playing? Well in case the kid wants to keep his amateur status to one day play Chess in the Olympics, I don’t want it come back to bite him and have someone say, “He’s been playing since he was five!”

So in the Dark Tower story,Roland and his friends are metaphorically playing Castles against The Big Coffin Hunters and some others who are conspiring against them. Like Castles, the game of Chess is about strategy and patience. Being too overt or aggressive can lead to mistakes and ultimately losing later on. If it sounds like I am yammering on and not coming out with a direct point or cutting to the chase…perhaps. With social media it is all too easy to blurt out something in the heat of the moment and even though you can erase the words, others still see them and store them. Then others will wag judge and others will condemn. With this in mind, I feel the need to step back and try to plot my coming moves. Mentally take a WAG (Wild Ass Guess) where it will lead immediately and down the road. Because once you take your fingers off the piece for your move, it’s official and every thing is changed for good or ill. Readers will say, well sure but I’ve seen you rant and rave on here and Facebook and Twitter. True but if you really look at what I say, most of it is vague or in code. Extremely rare is the occasion when I call someone out on their actions because once it is out there, anyone can read it and make their own conclusions and in turn run with them.

There are many moves that I have made and some I am still contemplating. Making the wrong move sometimes takes two or three additional moves to repair the damage and sometimes the damage is irreparable. Therefore I find it prudent to be methodical and logical and let the emotions edge down below flood stage before encapsulating thoughts into words.

As an open challenge, if anyone would like to play Chess with me (in person or virtually) please hit me up! I do not claim to be a grand master by any stretch of the imagination but I have a decently rudimentary strategy and plan of attack. Brain games are fun and far too many people I think have given up on using their inter-cranial gray matter.

I hope your week and January for that matter finds you in good spirits and excellent health. Until the next time…


IMDB The Dark Tower Movie

Love is…

Sounds like a good start to the chorus of a Tesla song, yes?

Good day wherever you are. Hopefully today finds you minus any physical or emotional pain. So let’s get to the heart of the matter shall we?

Love is pain. Love is hard. Love is grand. Love is exaltation. Love is that magical duct tape that fixes so many broken things in the world. Love fixed me…after love had broken me. I believe in love because I am a sap. A huge silly-stupid sap. I’ve been this way literally for decades and I do not see that changing any time soon.

Love is not embodied in a mass produced store-bought card but I understand the sentiment and those are nice but just nice. Love is not an equal division of the household bills. Love is not always doing the correct thing at the right time. As I have conveyed awhile ago, I tend to see things differently and in turn act differently based on how I was raised which consisted of much time by myself to figure things out.

A cool thing about love is unpredictability. When the person you love unexpectedly embraces you fiercely for no apparent reason or gives you that sassy little smile that they only save for you – those moments make my stomach drop and my heart feel like an over-inflated balloon. Thinking about the person you love and you can’t help but smile or drift into a bit of a daydream. Spending time with them, no matter the activity, is the goal and something you crave like an addict when you are unable to do so. Their imperfections become perfection and all social conventions fly out the window. You don’t care what they do for a living or what they drive or about that one shirt that really needs to be retired even though they wear it to death – none of that matters. You just see the person who ignites your passion and makes you feel incredibly weak and strong all at the same time.

I am not an expert on what makes other people tick, actually I think I can be pretty clueless in that aspect most of the time. Being just a simple boy from Dittmer, Missouri where I grew up tossing a baseball up to hit for hours upon hours by myself; but in those hours my mind was on other things besides trying to hit that ball (with a wooden hand me down bat). With the grass under foot and many trees all around in my solace, words crowded into my mind like metal fillings to a magnet. Those moments are forever locked into my mind as through the eyes of a 10-year old boy. Ten or twelve swings right handed followed by 10-12 swings left handed with very different results. In those swings I would work on pulling the ball, then hitting to centerfield and finally opposite field. I would do that from both sides of the ‘plate’. For the record I actually had a white and black home plate that my father had extricated from one of the khoury league fields in Cedar Hill. For anyone who has seen me play softball, my swing is something of an anomaly from the right side – probably from those countless hours of having to ‘pitch’ to myself. From the left side, my swing was a completely different animal. Long and looping with a severe upper-cut versus short and direct just like night and day and love and hate. But in those instances where I made the right contact…I could hit a ball higher and farther than most people would expect from a runt like me. Every once in awhile I will bust out that left handed swing in a very casual softball game where the competition is not very good or if the game is well decided one way or the other.

Some of you are making the timeout gesture with your hands. What does the above paragraph have to do with love Scott? Well softball is a love of my life…but not the same as being head over heels, sick to your stomach at the thought of losing it, end all-be all grandiose thing that is the real deal between two people who have pressed the edges of their souls together and just reveled in the soothing circle of getting everything you ever needed and wanted in that moment. This is not a metaphor for sex and has nothing to do with sex.

Do not get me wrong I am a lifetime member of the fan club for sex. But sex can be had between almost anyone. Sex can be a mistake or done so one of the people involved feels slighted or unsatisfied. Sex is more of a release and love is a deepening bonding thing. When you nurture the child of love in your belly and see it grow over the years, there is no feeling more powerful at least in my opinion.

Hopefully you have that special someone in your life who yings your yang. That one person who makes your heart skip a beat for a moment or makes you hold your breath when they walk into a room because you have to hold yourself back from running to them and mugging them with a hug and a thunderstorm of kisses.

To those who have been patiently waiting for me to blog again, thank you for rewarding me with your readership. Let’s get together again soon and see what words are fun for each of us.