inherently different

I was innocently sitting here perusing the Maui News classifieds when a pop-up informed me that Mother’s Day is rapidly approaching. It prompted me to find a gift for “your type of Mom” which in turn prompted me to do a search for a severed horse’s head similar to the one featured prominently in The Godfather. Apparently the Yahoo store is quite ill-prepared to deal with the kind of Mother I’d shop for since I had no such luck… I still have time to research a Ricin-tainted envelope though…

Well, the day I leave for Maui is drawing nearer. I’m really excited and if it wasn’t for this miserable cold I’ve brought back from Guadalajara, I’d be much happier. Of course, having a cold in this kind of heat makes it even worse. Not that I’m complaining (well, ok, just a little bit) because it will get my tolerance for this kind of heat back up to where it will have to be to survive in Maui.

No truth be told, having a cold in Hawaii is better than feeling great in San Francisco. The way I look at it, I’ll take 80 degree weather, a slight offshore breeze and a fucking huge ass Pina Colada on the sands of Ka’anapali over any weather, good or bad, in San Francisco.

Does it sound like I’m rubbing it in? If not, you’re not paying attention. I’m going to Maui and chances are that you are not.

I’m not big on emotions. For the most part, I can do without them and don’t miss them much. I tend to live my life on a purely rational plane. Few things can make me exhibit emotional outbursts and unfortunately, I don’t react well with people who function on emotions.

I won’t go as far as saying that I am without emotions but I can say that I am not a slave to them. Part of opening myself up means that I have allowed people find my way of dealing with the world around me unsettling.

These people react purely on emotions. Most of the decisions they make eventually can be labeled as “wrong” decisions with hindsight and they have affected me.

On the other hand, I have also brought people into my life who understand me. These people know that even encased in stone, I have soft spots. Knowing that these soft spots exist could be tempting to some, yet they let them remain untouched.

So thank you to the Red Queen, Molly & Gunda for seeing through the hardcase and letting me be me.

Bastards have found me… now I get lame comment spam on older posts… bleh!

On another note… Check This Out!

When DangerMouse mixed Jay-Z’s Black album with The Beatles White Album, The Grey Album was born… not to be outdone, someone released The Jay-Z Construction Set and now you can Jay-Z-ify anything! Woohooo…

Here is one of the better remixes out there… Mixing Jay-Z with Weezer!