The 4:45 a.m. flow

I'm eccentric. I love blogging, but hate Myspace. Isn’t that ironic? It’s like ray-hee-ainn, on your wedding day. I love vocabulary and language. I love listening to verbal swordplay between two people with an acerbic wit, like Katherine Hepburn and Peter O’Toole in “The Lion in Winter”. In fact, I could watch that movie a thousand times. How many shows can you say that about? “Casablanca”, maybe. My faith is an intrinsic part of my life, yet it has nothing to do with God. Any God. I'm a good cook. Of late, I'm addicted to these idiotic surveys I keep getting over my blog. I have funny facial expressions. My taste in everything is eclectic. I like Big Band & Swing better than most modern rock/dance stuff. I can name every Tommy Dorsey hit between 1938 and 1952, but I don’t know a damn thing his brother Jimmy ever did. Glenn Miller played great music, but wrote trite songs. I can drink most people under the table. My Great-Uncle wrote “Drums Along the Mohawk”. All I have written are articles on martial arts & rants on my blog. I love being outside. Life is out of balance if I'm not in the midst of a good book. I once ate a whole cake before my friends could tell me there was a stripper in it. Fake people just annoy the hell out of me. I think I want to go to culinary school at some future point in my life. Hindu culture fascinates me. I want to learn to fly a twin-engine Cessna. And then crash that motherfucker on a deserted island. With a box full of inflatable love-dolls. Damned if I would seek rescue like Tom Hanks did, I’d just live on coconuts. Some people like to eat frogs' legs. I like to eat lizard legs. Hence, snakes. Don't talk to me about race relations, I won't understand. Some people are black, some are white, some are brown, etc. Get over it already. Sometimes I think I'm wise, and then I look in the mirror & remember how I got this damned scar on my lip: If I was truly wise, I would have just left everybody to their fate & saved myself. I’m selfish like that, truthfully, it’s just not the dominant side of me. But it’s there, and I know it’s there. I have a list of all the things I want to do in my lifetime. It is quite lengthy. Like, football-field lengthy. If you want to piss me off, lie to me: I'll always know. I work. Too much. Everything tastes better with chopsticks. Or just your fingers (go native!) Dancing is better than walking. One day I’ll have to tape myself while drinking so I can finally remember the lyrics to that damn goblin song! Something about bladed weapons play intrigues me to no end, I could train it for hours. Make me happy; send me dark chocolate. And dark Rum. Black Seal, if you please, none of that Bacardi shit, or Captain Morgan’s spiced ass squeezin’s. If yer gonna pickle your brain, why not use quality vinegar? Close-knit families are still a mystery to me. Close friends are as close as I’ll get to someone. I still believe, for all it’s faults, the South is still a great place to live. Just try to live away from civilization. I think Lovecraft is underrated but over-analyzed. Stephen King did his best work BEFORE he got off drugs and cleaned up his act. I actually CAN believe it’s not butter. Wilt Chamberlain claims to have slept with more than 20,000 women in his lifetime. I simply call this “a slow Tuesday”. If I ever had my way with Kelly Hu, she would be walking very slow. And sideways. Contrary to popular belief, there is indeed enough Bobbe Edmonds to go around.