Watching the Cowboys is just too painful right now, so I will blog instead.
Children are exhausting. I think that instead of giving their children "the talk" parents only have to make them take care of small children for any extended period of time. I don't think that I have ever heard my name said so many times in a single day. Anytime that my attention was drawn away from the children, I was immediately barraged with "Brooks Brooks Brooks look Brooks look look Brooks Brooks." That really wasn't that bad though, because I have the innate ability to completely tune out any noise, much to the dismay of those who are trying to have a conversation with me.
Now for a complete change of pace I am going to post an image and write a little about it.
Years after Dorthy's departure from Oz the Tin Man's heart was broken when his long term homosexual relationship with Scarecrow ended badly. He was new to the nature of the heart and misinterpreted the emotional pain of his heart break as a defect in the gift given him by the Wizard of Oz. The Tin Man, in a fit of irrational and emotional thinking began to suspect foul play on the part of the Wizard. The Tin Man continued to wallow in his depressed and paranoid thinking for months as he developed plans of revenge upon the Wizard for his betrayal. He spent months remaking and upgrading his body. He was preparing for an all out assault upon the Emerald City and the bastard Wizard. He remembered how troublesome the flying monkeys had been to he and his comrades in their earlier adventure. So in a stroke of maniacal genius, he gave himself wings and enlisted the help of the the Magic Flying Carp Army. Which leads us to today, the day of his revenge. With the Carp cavalry at his back he flies towards the Emerald City with revenge and murder in his heart. "Today my fine flying fishy fellows we feast upon Wizard and munchkin alike. These people are worms on a hook hanging before us. Make them your fish food. Kill, maim, and fin all that you see, but leave the Wiz for me."
Ok I think thats enough torture for you all today...
See Ya Buds
Brooks
Ok today I am just going to do a little stream of consciousness free writing. There will be no editing no thinking just typing once I start. I will start with the word butter... ok here we go.
Butter: It makes me fat and unhappy. I am usually unhappy when I feel fat, but I usually have been eating some good food so its not all bad. Do you know what is all bad though... the inability to stop sweating in a normal period of time. I can take a cold shower after working out and when I finish I am still sweating as much as when I was exercising. Exercising makes me not fat, which makes me happy. This stream of consciousness on the other hand does not make me feel happy. It also seems to deal much to heavily with my feelings. So to avoid my feelings I am going to talk about Tom Cruise and how I can no longer take him seriously. I mean honestly, have you read what scientologists believe? They think the aliens lived inside volcanos and have now been absorbed into our bodies through shampoo. My favorite shampoo fragrance is coconut. When I use it, I am transported to a island and I am washing myself beneath a freshwater waterfall. I think that the last sentence that I just typed makes me a fag. I'm ok with that though. Marko used to call cigarettes fags. He was cool for an Australian-Serb. Serb reminds me of the word serve, which reminds me of Chilis, which makes me want to kill myself, which makes me want to stop typing. So it will
OK WE WILL SEE YA BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD
brooksie baby
"Love the creatures for the sake of God and not for themselves. You will never become angry or impatient if you love them for the sake of God. Humanity is not perfect. There are imperfections in every human being, and you will always become unhappy if you look toward the people themselves. But if you look toward God, you will love them and be kind to them, for the world of God is the world of perfection and complete mercy. Therefore, do not look at the shortcomings of anybody; see with the sight of forgiveness."
—`Abdu'l-Bahá, The Promulgation of Universal Peace
I must begin by asking forgiveness. I am an imperfect man, and as such, I have failed. Midnight has come and gone with no new post on my blog. I went a full 24 hour period without posting which means that I will not be able to post for 100 consecutive days. On day seven, I have already disqualified myself from reaching my goals. I could respond to this by making excuses about my day at work. I could say that because I worked from 10:15 this morning to 11:56 tonight, I was not able to complete my post, but I would rather ask forgiveness. I ask it from you, my readers, and from myself. I will forgive myself, but first I must have your forgiveness. Will you forgive me for my failure to do that which I have promised?
According to Wikipedia, forgiveness is defined as as "the process of concluding resentment, indignation or anger as a result of a perceived offense, difference or mistake, and/or ceasing to demand punishment or restitution. The Oxford English Dictionary defines forgiveness as 'to grant free pardon and to give up all claim on account of an offence or debt'." Using that definition, if I am to fully forgive myself, I must give up my self-resentment for not posting within the time boundaries that I placed at the beginning of this endeavor. My forgiveness of myself is crucial to the continuance of this blogging exercise, because if I do not release my resentment then I will begin to see this endeavor and its continuance as a failure. If I begin to view this blog as a failure, then there is no reason for me to continue to invest and sacrifice the time that it takes to create these entries. Basically if I don't learn to forgive myself then I carry a defeatist attitude that ultimately leads to defeat.
The funny thing about forgiveness is that, even if you forgive me for any wrong that I have committed against you, it does no good if I cannot except your forgiveness and use your forgiveness to forgive myself. If I ask for forgiveness and you do not grant it, then the transgression that I committed to you still has an influence on both of us. The unresolved problem can cause bitterness and anger and stress because it is not being dealt with. If you forgive me, but I do not except it then the problem will continue to have an influence on me. It can lead to me carrying attitudes of failure and defeat, which can wreak havoc on my current and future relationships. However, If you forgive me and I choose to accept your forgiveness and forgive myself, I can move past the problem and learn from it and be a stronger and better and ultimately freer person because of it.
Learn to forgive others and forgive yourself. I have a friend who, at one time, committed a rather grievous sin against me. There was a period, during which, I thought I would be unable to forgive him, but thankfully God was able to do a big work in my heart and I was able to forgive him. Through that forgiveness he and I have grown much closer and have a deeper relationship. The fact that God allowed my heart to be softened to forgiveness also provided a frame of reference for a forgiveness trial that he has had to face in his own life. The fact that I, through the grace of God, was able to forgive him, provided an example and precedent when he was face with a situation where he had to forgive. Forgiveness changes people. Both the forgiver and the forgiven are changed by the act of forgiveness and reconciliation. None of us deserve forgiveness, that is why it is always a gift. Learn to except and value that gift and you will have a better, richer, and more fulfilling life
It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes; it takes more grit and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.- JESSAMYN WEST
I love you all, Brooksie
P.S. Even though I was late submitting this blog, I will continue to post as if I had finished this before 12 o'clock, which means you should look for a blog tomorrow evening. I woke up this morning and felt as if I had been beaten all night by 13 midgets with baseball bats. Apparently waterball takes its toll on the body. I'll be off now. I have a new liquor to try. It is called "The Kraken" and it is a dark spiced rum..... I know, it sounds delicious right?
I just got out of the waterball pool, and I barely have enough energy to move my fingers. If I don't have a six-pack by the end of waterball season then I will never have one ever again. Tonight I played with a guy whose given, Christian, name was Thor. Yah, thats what I said. Brookson, Destroyer of Worlds, and Thor, God of Lightning, joined forces tonight and decimated all who stood before them. Seriously, my body is completely drained of ATP. My eyes are drooping. It feels as if there is a lead weight strapped to my chest.
The forgiveness blog is coming I promise. I'm just overwhelmed with responsibilities.
I attended a lecture today. It was a guest speaker from SFAU who spoke on Folklore. It was really interesting learning about some of Texas' oldest lore stories. I would like to spend some time looking into it some more.
Tomorrow I hope to post a more serious discussion on forgiveness. I have been forgiven more, in my life, than I care to admit, and I think that this topic requires more than a marginal effort on my part. I want to be able to spend enough time to fully communicate the ways the forgiveness has worked in my life. I am a bit rushed today, because I have one hundred billion things to do and only a few weeks/days to do it in. I feel that I have failed this blog and you my readers.
Ok a few quick notes:
1. Orphan is a terrifying movie. There is something about evil children that disturbs me to my core. I would rather fight a demented serial killer than face the darkened face of an evil child.
2. Glee is a phenomenal show. I sing along with the cast every episode and at the end I usually want to commit my life to song and dance. Weird but true.
3. P90x is the bane of my existence, but I endure its unspeakable evils because it allows me to eat whatever I want without having to spend additional money to buy larger clothing.
I promise that my post tomorrow will make up for this useless excuse for a post. Don't give up on me yet. I did warn ya'll that not every post would be good, and this is proof. I am know going to do some KenpoX then some homework then bed. Stay posted for a better post tomorrow.
I have often mused to myself that I was born in the wrong era. I like to think that I would have been much more at home roaming the land wielding my massive sword and hammer fighting alongside my Nordic brothers as we conquered all in the name of great Odin. I'm pretty sure that my name would have been Brookson the Destroyer of Worlds. I would be known throughout the land as the tallest, biggest, fiercest warrior to have ever worn a horned cap, but instead I was born in modern America and all I have ever learned to wield is a Xbox controller and a keyboard. The true glory of battle has eluded me my whole life. I soon turned to sports in hopes of finding a cure for my inherited bloodlust, longing to find something that would slake my thirst for combat, my desire to see the wide-eyed horror of mine enemies before I smote them with all my Nordic might, and to allow me to gorge myself on the feast of victory. One by one each sport failed to provide the thrill and challenge I craved. Football (too controlled), Basketball (too soft) and Baseball (seriously, this one should be obvious) all left me craving more. Until the glorious day that I discovered the one sport that gave me glorious battle that I desired:
For those of you who are unfamiliar with this glorious sport, allow me to provide you with some reference material
This is truly the greatest sport ever created on God's green earth. It is the closest to true battle of any game I have ever seen before it. You push, pull, dunk, grapple, smash, or, in my case, beast your way to victory. The strongest, fastest, and most vicious warriors are rewarded for their efforts. There is no greater joy than fighting your way towards the goal with three grown men trying with all their might to halt your steady march to victory, nor is there any glory greater than being the immovable force which brings thine enemies' progress to a screeching halt.
In waterball, I can live out my destiny. My blood boils at the sound of the first whistle of the game and I am transformed into a different kind of beast. I am Brookson, Destroyer of Worlds.
Come check out our next game on Thursday at 10 its going to be an epic clash
Brooksie Baby
PS. Wow guys you are making me feel really special I now have 10 followers. I might even have what some would call a small audience of readers. I promise to keep diligently working on my craft if you promise to keep reading and leaving your comments and criticisms. Thank you to Jorday Jorday, Lukey Dukey, and Jonesy for your comments on the last entry. So please subscribe and read and if you like it..... tell a friend.
Apparently this journey has inspired my roommate to embark on a mission of his own. Check it out at http://bkingya.blogspot.com/
It is day three and I am still going strong. Is it sad that I am pleasantly surprised with myself because I was able to last three days? My readership has doubled (from 2 to 4, YAYZ), which is encouraging. I now no longer feel as if I'm writing to myself (Thanks for the follow Montana Jade). I still have very little direction for this grand experiment, so I will continue to just post at random about whatever subject/topic/person/place/issue/animal/phrase/movie has fallen into place at the forefront of my mind at the time. So just hold on. My thoughts often disorient me, so I can't imagine what they will do to you.
Ok first of all: Did you know that if you say "beer can" in a British accent you are saying "bacon" in a Jamaican accent.... go ahead and try..... I know it blew my mind as well. My world will never be same.
Second: Everybody has seen this I hope:
If you haven't seen this Don't Panic. Slowly walk away from the magic picture machine and go crawl back under the rock you have been living under for the past few years.
Today I saw these and decided that they had to be shared with those that I love.
Ok that is all that I have to write about right now, but I am about to go to work and I am sure that it will give me some form of inspiration but until then this is all that you get so deal with it.
I'm Norse, if you haven't figured that out then heaven help you, more specifically I'm a Viking. I embrace violent stereotype of my people and hope that by chronicling my exploits on this page, I will grant all who read a more balanced view of me and my brethren. For although we seem heartless and barbaric, we have good and decent souls.
