I did not find it.
An old lion who had lived his entire life high upon the mountain, decided one day to go down into the valley to see what life there was all about. He walked around for awhile, and inspected all there was to see in this valley, until late afternoon.
At that point in time, he decided he was hungry, so he set out to find some game for his meal.
My Predictions Will Blow You Away!
This is NOT those vague, generic readings that you’re used to seeing in magazines and newspapers… amazingly detailed predictions that will change your life!
Don’t believe me?
Today, for the very first time, I shall share with you, all of my secrets. Just send me $2,300.00, the name of your first born male child, a valid credit card number and three wrappers from a pack of Juicy Fruit gum.
Find out for yourself, it takes less than 60 seconds.
Much like a old dawg with his head out the window, big ears flopping in the breeze, I find myself rushing into the New Year. Might add on a negative note, have received some disturbing emails here lately. Same old stuff:
This is a Family Site you ____ !
I hate you!
Your parents were not married.
On the other hand, a more positive note. Several times in the past few weeks, I have ventured out to the old mailbox, and found a letter for my wife. She is raking in the dough, Clearing House Finalists make the cash, I am here to tell you. Yesterday she got one that said she was going to receive $5,000 a week for the rest of her life!
So perhaps I should say something. Most everything I write is factual and often true. I do embellish from time to time, in order to clarify. Family Site, now that is a real hoot, I mean jeeze, who would mate with someone like you?
BY THE WAY … IT’S MY SITE.
Maybe it is something in the drinking water? It could be that some would want to have me committed for observation, here lately I feel that has been the case. Mere words barely scratch the surface when it comes to describing the insanity of BoxCarOkie.com. A single look is all one really needs to determine that he’s out of this world (post another picture Van!). But there are things even crazier to the man than imaginable once he sits down to the keyboard.
At any given moment he can spout metaphysical nonsense, quantum theory, spiritual musings, or… anecdotes about how he used to rail lines of coke off of the back of his dog.
Is BCO a misunderstood savant? Could be, but I kinda doubt it.
The victim of a tragic loss of inhibition thanks to head injuries sustained from his infamous 1991 train crash? Or is he simply yet another cautionary tale of the dangers of substance abuse? With the kind of ##@*!!*!@<>@# BCO talks, it’s probably all three and then some.
Leave a comment … Jump right in … the water over here in the backwaters of time, space and fantasy (a genre of imaginative fiction involving magic and adventure, esp. in a setting other than the real world.) are just fine.
Hope this clears it up some.
Have a nice weekend
Steven Wright cracks me up, if I get an opportunity to see him, I always try to make it. The past ninety days I have been trying some different things here and on FaceBook. Some of them have been in the spirit of Steven Wright or perhaps, Dave Barry.
Both men talented in their own rights, worth emulating if you will. Jus Sayin has been one off-shoot of this type of thinking. And even tho’ I sincerely enjoyed my trip into obscurity and yes, total-non-sense at times, it is time to put a stop to it (Jus Sayin).
While fun and enjoyable to throw together. It has made me lazy and unfortunately, helped me to form some new habits, that I find are not constructive or conducive to good blogging (yet alone grammar).
From time to time, all of us here, will try something different. I jumped on FaceBook to get a little taste of that. Some surprising things happened. For one, “I recently found 290 photo’s tucked into a file on my computer, not of my making.”
That was kind of disturbing and also depressing because of the content of these photo’s. Now I know why the cops are so quick to seize the computer when they raid the house.
But that is a horse of another color, we are drifting here, sorry.
FaceBook as a social media platform, in my opinion, is a miserable failure. People are so quick to hit a Like Button and then move on, seldom have time to share a real thought. It is also intrusive, asking questions of the user all the time, profiling what it is, who it is, that you are mingling with or following. Much like Goggle, tracking your every move.
I have noticed here and over there, that people are now regressing to a point where a written comment is just about unheard of. Years ago I lamented about this very same point on BoxCarOkie, and today, it is even worse than it was then.
People are apparently so busy trying to make a life, they do not have time for one. Same thing happening regarding actual real comments.
It takes virtually no talent, drive, or imagination to click on a Like Button. Same with video’s and cutesy sayings and electronic cards (when you cut and paste, that is their spirit, imagination and thoughts not yours).
Email is a joke and not to be trusted.
The FaceBook media makes it easy to skip the outpouring of the human spirit, the sharing of ideas, or communication in its basic form. It is for lack of a better analogy, a swift exit from real life and the world we all share each day.
So we click the button and we move on.
We are so sad, we click “Like” on a child fighting for his life with leukemia, or when Grandma dies. We cannot say “I love you” but instead tell everyone where we are putting on the feed-bag for supper, or send a photo of our latest high calorie, cholesterol filled creation.
How people can construe that as “communication or sharing” I will never know. Having said it before, I will say it again. “There is nothing on FaceBook that cannot wait.”
Pick up a phone, call your kids or a friend … Hell, just try to “talk to someone” for a change, you might be pleasantly surprised.
“I hate doing this, but it seems that I must. No name calling is permitted at all. We are all grownups and each of us is expected to act like it. Just because someone uses a name that you feel is not correct doesn’t mean they are wrong. We will not put up with this kind of behavior at all.“
So if I were to say, “I don’t like that guy he is a dirty-egg sucking dog.”
That would not be allowed because it is offensive to the dog?
Nine times outta ten, when someone says
“I hope you don’t mind me saying this but …”
You are going to mind.
Then when you do muster up the courage to say it, you get:
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Story of my life
Another message from your favorite vessel of the masculine life force is now on your way. Please check your attitude and adjust your thought patterns for another riveting, thought provoking comment on life in general.
Hey … It beats watching the award winning RoboStir, the amazing pot stirring invention doing lazy circles in your bought on sale at Sears stainless steel pot on the back burner of your General Electric, we make life easier cook-top stove in the kitchen.
Riding up and down the Santa Fe Mainline in the early part of my life, I kept track of where I was by using a milepost. Every mile on the railroad has a milepost, the Interstate Highways have mileposts, all of life, if you are paying attention, will have a milepost. Today I find myself looking at another milepost in time and labor. That milepost is this post, it is #1060 and that has to be a marker in anyone’s book. In the two and one-half years I have been contributing to this site (I took a little over a year to unwrap and relax a little, then came back) I have put out over one thousand and sixty of these.
Recently I read a Freshly Pressed site and they have only been in business three months, and just doesn’t make sense to me, but then again, “it is their sandbox.” Believe it or not, I have seen Fast Rising Blogs that were only seven days old. I see people go as long as five years and never get any kind of recognition and that is often kind of sad for me. But then again, when you look at the statistical side of the coin here, the odds of achieving this lofty goal (much like winning the lottery) are simply astronomical. Just to be recognized would be something.
Most people who visit this website do so deliberately, but others stumble across it while searching the Internet for esoteric topics. Noting from time to time, people are always looking for high numbers, how many hits, who is where and total residents on board. It seems to me that the quality of the posts is what brings them in, not the population that resides, that kind of thing. We have had a lot of traffic over the years, and most folks would just love to see what we see on a daily basis, but traffic is not where it is at.
If you can end a sentence like that?
Some bloggers or writers are looking for ways to attract more people to a site, when they ought to be cultivating interesting people who will “add to it” sort of like that Hollywood adage … “If you build it, they will come” idea. At least that is my take on some of this. At times we have had our fair share of interesting people to comment on the site and add to the mix. Comments are the fuel for the fire for me, I love the comments, don’t know exactly how to cultivate them or make them better, but never the less, they are the meat left on the bone at the end of the day.
From a personal standpoint I feel that comments are great and most welcome, they are for the most part, what makes it interesting to me. Unfortunately if you are a regular reader of this site, in my often off the wall style or loopy way, I can discourage comments. I will sit down and write that I believe my parrot is a direct descendant of Satan or an emissary from hell, and most people (in their right mind) wouldn’t dare to comment on something that bizarre.
So I understand.
Curiously I am finding after all this time that a certain percentage of people across the wide spectrum that is WordPress don’t even bother to answer comments (I am not talking about Freshly Pressed here, which sometimes generates hundreds of comments in one twenty-four hour period) and I find that somewhat of a let down personally.
Comments are the best part of all of it.
So it appears to me, that the game plan has shifted some and the WordPress experience or environment is changing. A great many of the folks that were here when I started three years ago are now long gone, shut down or have closed up shop and moved on. Perhaps this new influx of people (contributors and/or writers) just see it differently? #1060 isn’t anything out of the ordinary, just another post in a long line of them, and I am sure there will be more in the future. More than likely this site will never see WordPress.com up and coming fastest growing blog fame or be Freshly Pressed or any other prominent recognition and that is okay.
We like being #2 it often makes us try harder.
In the future Creative Endeavors will stay basically as it is. A fun place, warm and welcome, and we hope that you will tell others about it or comment from time to time. Some people I suppose actually miss a site where everyone is flaming each other, where the flow of material is coarse, rude and full of hate speech. Swing a dead-cat in any direction on the net, and you can certainly find a lot of mean spirited sites these days.
Creative Endeavors will never be that way.
Be advised, this doesn’t mean we will allow you to come in here in the comment section and beat up on us or exhibit your particular brand of unsocial behavior. This is simply not going to happen. You will be sent to comment oblivion before you know what hit you. Beats me why people seek out activity like that, it is a unsettling, sign of the times I suppose.
So if content is not an issue with you and you have a little time to spare, drop by and stay awhile.
Sift thru all of it, pick out what it is that you can use, and throw the rest of it away. If you want to take some of it home with you that is okay too, we would however, appreciate a link back. Seems only fair.
Stop by here tomorrow morning for #1061 which will be a generous dose of “Something Stinks.” We will even open up the comments section, let Mr. scruffy out of his cage and make him available for petting.
Can’t get a better deal than that.
Father time and my vices seem to have caught up with me. In other words, “I used to eat like a horse, and now I sort of resemble one.” Push came to shove, so I have been making some radical changes in my lifestyle.
Out of curiosity I checked my BMI (Body Mass Index) as I have been trying desperately trying to lose some weight. One of the apparent drawbacks to aging is you become metabolically challenged. Surprisingly, as you grow older, you and your fat, well you get close, you become friends.
Anyway, I am checking on my BMI and it appears that I am somewhere close to my perfect weight if I were seven feet tall or say, a medium sized pickup truck. On the advice of my doctor, I started walking two miles per day to lose the excess weight. He called Friday and inquired as to how I was doing? I just said, “Well, not all that great, I have shed three pounds, but I am fifteen miles outside of Amarillo.”
As you can see, I don’t worry a whole lot.
Up and until now, the only thing that concerned me or really bothered me was a leaking silicone hose that was dropping copious amounts of anti-freeze on the cardboard cutouts under the rear of my bus. I suspect a faulty or loose hose clamp, but I am not all that sure, because it hasn’t bothered me enough to actually fix it.
If it were leaking diesel, I would be on it in a heartbeat, but as it is anti-freeze, well, y’know the rest, dontcha?
Voted the Sixties as the best era to be alive this week on an internet poll. Which would really confuse people in Dallas, they think an era is waiting on the light, so you can turn left (Don’t send me any letters).
Here is a suggestion for an internet poll. How about the perfect job, what do you think the perfect job would be? I vote for the lady who cashes in the winning lottery ticket, that would have to be the best job ever. Each and every soul that you meet … would be elated … Happy and in a great mood. Not like the guy working in the back of the truck-stop changing out old tires.
Here is a little slice of life for you.
If you are currently being ignored by one person on the net, then you are relatively okay and should not be concerned. If the number increases to say three or four, then you have attained the social status of a fly at a picnic and should make immediate corrections to edit your profile.
Read of a bus meet in St. George, Utah, which appears to be interesting and the locale is great (Zion, means Heaven, did you know that?) but I now understand that it is not a “sanctioned Eagle event” which I suppose means … You have to bring your own donuts? Sure wish I could attend that, but it isn’t likely.
Been an interesting week, just when I thought I had seen it all and heard it all, something else pops up on the horizon. I am reading the net and there is a comment and the guy is saying, “Dirty Harry said this” ….. and I am thinking … “he KNOWS that Dirty Harry is not a real person, doesn’t he?”
And another is commenting, “Well I have to go with Elvis on this one, as if the man was still with us, alive and breathing.” I mean let’s face it people, this one guy is not real and the other is dead.
If he (Elvis) were alive, I don’t believe you would find him living (or even traveling) in a rebuilt old bus for cryin’ out loud. If you Google Elvis impersonators you get over 136,000 hits in 21 seconds and according to Sixty Minutes, over 84,000 Americans are making a living doing just that … Impersonating Elvis Presley.
The rest of ‘em (Americans) are currently on unemployment compensation which according to the latest numbers, finds that most of them are not doing all that well. I wonder if the “Naked Cowboy” is still hawking his wares on the streets of New York?
From a personal standpoint, I don’t want to be a Dirty Harry or at best a somewhat tubby, balding, short Elvis … That would waste the ME that I already AM … I don’t want to be anyone else, and I don’t want to quote anyone else, I want to be the me that I already seem to be.
There are more important issues facing us today, such as “Who is the Super-Secret Internet Bully and why is it even important in this day and age to identify him.” or “Where do you locate a T-Shirt that reads, I cannot take it anymore.”
This brings me to a conclusion, there is nothing else to be said. I am done, I am spent, I have absolutely nothing more.
Perhaps it is time for me to take a seven year hiatus from all of my cyber wanderings, travel the backroads of this great country at random and find out who it is that I truly might be? Y’know, get out of my head and into the world, which is another funny expression, that you just read on the net.
I’ll let you know …..