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23
Mar
20

Celebrity Social Media Wooptido; Tay, Kim and Kanye

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So, I must be rather bored to be even looking at the streaming pile of crap news put on these home pages for search engines.  And, I keep a wee eye out for news about my favorite blonde songstress, Tay Swift.  So, I see a blip about her and Kim K. making a public statement about something Kanye West texted/said?  And, I go hmm….

Annoyed by the pop-up bits….  No, I don’t want a cookie.  Even if I use a mouse.

Kanye wrote WHAT about Tay in his latest flop?  As if!  The horror.  And, sure Tay takes it in stride.  Be the bigger woman about it.  If that was me, I’d be a lil irked.  Sure, it all boils down to context.  But, seriously, Kanye?  Not necessary.  Wouldn’t I want to write something like that in a song I wrote?  Well, sure, I’d be tempted.  I mean…it’s Tay!  I adore the gal.  I would be lying if I didn’t have fantasy moments.  I write my own Capital One commercials.  😛  But, in a song I am going to sell and sing at some event?  NOT COOL!  No way I could make that part of my routine unless she was, in fact, my lover.

SO, there; I said my piece.  Two cents out.

22
Mar
20

Happy Birthday, Constance Wu!

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Normally, I’d take a recent pic/photo and whip up an e-card.  But, not this year.

I do, however, have an ample supply of smiling balloons and chocolate cake (for everyone).

And, until some crazy rich director or co-star steals you away, you still WU me.  😀

[Send me an email!]

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06
Mar
20

Dear China, Don’t Punish the World

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Hey, China, you’re making it harder for me to love you.

When I think of all the beautiful things to come from China (and Japan and a number of other Far-Eastern nations), I crumble; I melt.  I imagine going to China and exploding from the sight of too many beautiful women.  The mere thought of that experience is like catnip to me; I want to curl up in a ball and roll around on a plush rug.  I have been infatuated if not in love with the Far East since I was a teenager.

Then, not too long ago, Japan went and had a nuclear disaster which kinda spoiled my eagerness to travel there…just when I was considering making plans to take that big adventure.  I have heard about SARS for some years and found that both discouraging and disappointing.  And, how long ago was bird flu a thing?  I met some reaaaaally paranoid people about that one, who had a shelter, supplies and high-tech breathing masks ready.  Now….this…this new contagion that sounds like one dangerous alcoholic beverage, a cocktail of death.  And, it came from you, China?

I just have to ask…

Who hurt you?

I mean, I know the USA hasn’t been kind.  They’ve been demanding and making you do their homework for so long.  But, there has to be more.  Who else is to blame?

You’re hurt, and you’re taking the pain out on the rest of the world.  But, you’re hurting your own people, too.  You’re hurting the world.  And, as I said, it’s making loving you more difficult.

Don’t ruin my love for you, your people, mythology, astrology, landscape and culture.

Take back your biological weapon and show mercy to your enemies.  Work this out some other way.   It’s not too late.

Or, are we all doomed to be wiped off the planet?  Are you taking god-directed action to wipe out all mankind once and for all?  Are you Death?  Or, Fate?

Oh, China.  You just seem like a wounded cat right now.  And, it pains me to see you lash out this way.  I will not live in fear of your biological weapons.  But, if this continues, I will eventually have a broken heart that cannot be repaired.  And, that is the worst of it.  It would be the worst if I lost my love for you.

Sincerely,

Writingbolt

 

P.S.  If you are NOT to blame for the crisis that is still unfolding, if someone dropped this bomb on your territory, just point me in the direction of the culprit; and I will unleash my fury upon them.

18
Feb
20

Fear, a Personal Analysis of the Concept

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A wise man once said…

Fear is a reluctance to accept and learn from a possibility.

[This shall be a pooling place of thoughts and/or philosophy on the concept(s) of fear.]

Unlike denial, which is an absolute resistance to something being a possibility, fear acknowledges the possibility and responds with a frown of disapproval. If allowed to fester and grow, fear becomes a vile mold or weed that feeds off the energy that keeps its host active; it saps motivation and ambition. Some can dismiss nightmares in a short span of time; others remain troubled by them. And, still others may repeat the nightmare (in what is known as a “recurring nightmare”), similar to deja vu and a difficult reincarnation; some might say this is karma or learning a hard lesson while others would judge it as a reluctance to let go of a figment of the imagination. None of it is real…except to the one who experiences it and, perhaps, those who’ve already had the same or a similar experience.

In Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, when Luke Skywalker is told Darth Vader is his father, he scowls and squeals as he says this cannot be true. He is genuinely afraid of the possibility he does not want to accept. If Luke was purely brave, ignorant and/or unafraid, he would have kept a straight face and told Darth Vader to go stick his red lightsaber where the sun doesn’t shine. And, it wasn’t “the force” making Luke afraid, either, even if Darth Vader, with his oddly skull-like mask, can be a bit intimidating.

Some fears are common, easier to share and accept as real, fears of the dark, deadly creatures, clowns, heights, cramped spaces, etc. Others are more particular and personal, fears of threatening people we’ve met, fears of dogs after being attacked by one, fears of eating a certain food after someone tricked you with a tainted sample, fears of trusting certain merchants after being duped into buying something, fears of rape after being a victim.

In regards to the last example, a fear of rape may be common, experienced by many, but every individual experiences it a little differently based upon the type of person who assaulted them. Someone first raped by a family member will not be as wary of a stranger while the one raped on the street will not be as concerned about family assaulting them. Thus, one victim may not always be able to “relate” with another; there may be resistance to comforting each other from a shade of difference.

Some say fear is good; they claim you cannot know or feel courage without knowing fear. But, how courageous are they who are programmed to fear a “common enemy” and/or follow the orders of a commander without question? Are all soldiers brave? Are they not also afraid? Are some not more afraid than brave? Are the ones who are more brave than afraid also naive? How many truly know the enemy and the reasons to be afraid and/or brave? [Gee. That’s a lot of questions I just asked.]

Fear is often, not always, broken by experience. You’ll fear cutting yourself less once you’ve cut yourself enough times and learned how to tend the wounds…and you’ll eventually, hopefully, become wise enough to avoid repeating the mistakes.

[Let me just pause right there to mention……I am not talking about “cutter” cutting. I don’t mean people who cut themselves to bleed out the pain they think this act will relieve. That is a different psychological puzzle with traces of will in the mix. A person who cuts him or her self while tackling a task, cutting wood, working with metal, etc., may be cut and learn from the experience. An emotional and troubled “cutter” ignores the lesson in favor of a sensory experience, similar to how some people use sex for pleasure and forget the emotional relationship aspect which often translates into “making love.”]

Similarly, we become less afraid of monsters and “things that go bump in the night” when we walk enough dark corridors, get tired of mysterious sounds in the dark and watch enough scary movies to make us laugh at what some deem horror. There’s a word for that, a word some may have a tough time spelling. Fear loses its strength the more we become numb to it. And, once we are numb enough to the fear, we can and must then rise above it.

I keep thinking back to a TV movie I’ve watched a few times, Merlin. In that movie, the grand wizard-in-training dismisses his enemy by ignoring her, depriving her of the response and attention she demands. He says she will be forgotten when and if people turn away from her. How peaceful and poetic is that justice? He didn’t lay a hand on her. He didn’t fight her. He just walked away from the fight and let “the powers that be” sort everything out. Now, sure, if the gods were cruel, his enemy could have stabbed him in the back or moved the sorceress in front of him in a way that would make her a constant pest to his senses. But, that wasn’t how the story ended. In any case, Merlin’s example sheds light on how we must get past our fears…but only once we’ve conquered them. Without having a firm grip on ourselves and proving a fear no longer can hurt us, it remains with us like a difficult infection or disease.

From personal experience, I’ve been living with a number of fears. Some come with/from a lack of experience; I acknowledge that. Others come from experiences I refuse to repeat, even if a harsh higher power puts me right back in the pit with the troublemakers. Some would say I need to go to the sources of my fears, face them and get over the feelings. But, there are some “sources” facing would only agitate the feelings. And, yet, I am sure facing even those sources would have some positive effect, a thickening of the skin as all repeat experiences should have. [To each their own path to recovery.]

Just imagine having a fear for more than a decade…for more than a few decades…for as long as one has been a legal adult or even longer, in some cases.

As a kid, I had a fear of the dark. It wasn’t so tragic that I needed a light on at all times or a hand to guide me to the bathroom. But, it pecked at me for a while. Then, I stubbed my toes a few times and confronted shadows; I spent more and more time sitting in dark places when I didn’t want to face scary company my parents kept and when I didn’t want to put up with guests who smoked, drank and spoke aggressively. I grew a thick skin that still has a slight fear of what lurks in the dark; I still shudder, occasionally, when I let a possibility enter my mind.

The best remedy I can give for this sort of fear is to accept whatever comes; if you are meant to die from what troubles you in the dark, you will. And, you cannot avoid it. Luckily, I’d hope, anything lurking in the dark won’t have an effect on more important matters like personal long-term finances. So, you might get assaulted and robbed of SOME wealth; but you’ll live to bank another day.

I’ve also been a victim of bullies most of my life. Pick a decade, and I can describe a few pests who have jabbed me with needles of ridicule and intimidation. I can cover one hand with the number I’ve stared down and repelled by my own defiance. The other hand holds those who eluded my seemingly limited influence. I cannot deny the possibility another won’t appear. I must accept this and be prepared for it. I should not be or have to be troubled by the possibility, at my age. But, such is life, and, so far, life keeps throwing me rockheads. [Maybe that’s why I become so fascinated with Geodude in Pokemon games. It’s a sort of therapy for dealing with bullies.]

[This ties a bit into how I feel about “supporting the troops.” I hear countless pleas for donations and support for forces taking it upon themselves to root out “evil,” “enemies,” “disease” and “threats.” But, from my experiences with bullies–and my fair share of ailments–it’s hard for me to buy “bully insurance.” I recall some TV shows of my youth that offered such remedies; victims would be asked by brave bigger kids to pay for the services of a protector. But, what guarantee does this provide? The brave bigger kid is not always around when a bully decides to strike; he cannot be everywhere at once and has his own life to maintain. Just as soldiers have families and friends and duties placed upon them by their governments; they cannot spend all of their time and energy on confronting things that may go boom in the night.

A soldier, in my opinion, is called upon to deal with a warring threat. War calls, and the soldier answers. If there is no war–only a fear of war or violence–the soldier is facing a vague enemy and at risk of paranoia and its ugly cousins. A soldier riddled with fear and doubt is open to sneak attacks and confusion. A soldier with a set goal in mind and the preparation to deal with anything that crosses his/her path is more likely to succeed in his/her mission.

And, as a supporter of said soldier, if the objective of the soldier in need is not clear, donated resources are at risk of waste, just as some buy groceries to satisfy a possible need but then let the food rot as they become involved in other preoccupations.]

Now, I have spilled quite a load from my busy brain. I don’t know how to conclude. So, I will leave things as they lay and let readers do with my notions what they will. Discuss.

18
Feb
20

Humor, a Personal Analysis of the Concept

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A wise man once said…

Humor is a selective perspective.

[This shall be a pooling place of thoughts and/or philosophy on the concept(s) of humor.]

We laugh at what is either ridiculous or personally true within the limits of self-preservation. Some may be comfortable with self-ridicule, laughing at their own flaws and faults. Others more simply laugh at what they feel does not hurt them or give them reason to be concerned. And, yet others laugh at everything the first two branches of humanity cannot find amusing, repelling waves of tension, anxiety and fear.

Taking all of the above into account, I sort of pity those who choose comedy as a career path. Have I not seen enough movies and other shows in which jesters get “the hook” (or worse)? Have I not heard enough “starving artist” stories about comics who bemoan a hard life…after countless routines gabbing about how horrible the people in their lives are? Why does the jester get killed? Because his or her “royal audience” has a change of appetite and no longer is amused by what amused them yesterday……and the “royal audience” has a lack of mercy which compels them to dish out death instead of mild or moderate disapproval.

From personal experience, I’ve learned an audience–whether it’s an audience of one or thousands–will egg you on to talk more about whatever they deem amusing in the moment. But, eventually, the ability to amuse fades and the comic is left exposed to a sort of ill karma, retribution for turning acquaintances into enemies worth teasing.

Many love comics who get personal, who can speak of a loved one or fellow human being passed on the street in a harsh way. It’s almost a wicked sickness or trick of the mind brought upon by an evil spirit. Just as one may be encouraged to partake in a group crime like robbing a store or conning a “mark.” There’s thrill in the teamwork, but the prize–for those who haven’t lost their conscience–comes with some measure of regret, some reason to disapprove of what just happened, even if the crooks are presently caught up in the thrill of the chase.

You know the old saying…

Crime doesn’t pay.

Many criminals would laugh at this until they are sufficiently punished. Until they no longer get away with what comes easy to them, they won’t blink an eye of doubt. Crime, whether it’s emotional or financial, comes at a price. And, the price eventually impacts the criminal because the suffering of one spreads to others; and those others likely cross paths with the criminal who then experiences a shift in the success of his/her ambitions. The next “heist” may not be so profitable or the next “mark” might not fall as expected. There’s no reliability in crime, and there’s no reliability in humor.

Humor often is a crime of emotionally wounding another.

There’s a sick trend of getting more laughs from picking on your own family than current events. A comic known as Colbert presently spends most of his energy making jokes about President Trump, not about some more common experience we all might have or the general status of the world. Why? Surely, there are more things to joke about than one man with a bad spray tan and colored hair. But, he is prodded (by someone) to deliver this material every night to make his chicken feed, to fund his home and family. Tell us more lousy jokes about the fat, quasi-rich man’s physique and make fun of the way he talks, and I’ll put another coin in your hat, funny man. What a sad organ-grinder-monkey business that is. It’s no better than the child lured into the business of picking pockets.

And, with the crime of humor, when you’re not a jester being killed by your king/queen, comes the punishment of losing the audience or, worse, turning a portion of the audience into an enemy. [Unlike the pickpocket who, as long as they remain unseen, never becomes a target of personal threat.] Does a comic truly make a friend out of the victim of his or her jokes? I wonder. I may have dismissed those who made jokes about me. But, I cannot say I became good friends with the short-lived comics. And, if I made jokes about anyone, I didn’t see them wanting to remain close friends…just temporary audience members. I might as well be a bartender.

In politics, some would say televised debates don’t keep an audience’s attention if they don’t involve “mud slinging.” Just as some throw sex scenes into movies and TV shows to draw whistles and other animal sounds. It’s a form of temptation. And, temptation is rarely rewarded in a way that improves the quality of life. Temptation is equivalent to drinking alcohol; the effects are temporary and more often harmful.

Even the most self-assured can be wounded. So, why stab at them with every “zinger” you can imagine, expecting them to laugh? Pick the wrong note, and watch that smile wither and die. Why gamble with this?

Why does anyone pick comedy as a career path? Because they see no better option, like a drunkard who can only drown him or her self in intoxicating beverages until they puke their pain away, only to get a rude awakening, later. And, from recent cases I’ve observed, many comics are deeply troubled and only hiding behind a laugh. Fun for the audience who is blind to their pain. But, tragic for the comic. And, shame on the audience who ignores the troubles of the comics, who prod them for more reasons to laugh. If only we could all be amusing to lighten our own hearts and still help each other get through the difficulties life deals us, instead of buying temporary relief.

So, when you hear people say they favor a funny lover/life companion, maybe think twice about that before signing up for the position. Humor is subject to opinion/personal taste. And, humor is not eternal. It is far less eternal than love and devotion. Even a devoted comic cannot count on humor. Just as I, a devoted creative spirit cannot be expected to craft a masterpiece every time someone prods me to impress them with something from my mind, mouth and/or hands. The unseen forces of the financial world may treat us all like cattle, but we are not cows. We are humans. And, that’s not funny.

Now, I have spilled quite a load from my busy brain. I don’t know how to conclude. So, I will leave things as they lay and let readers do with my notions what they will. Discuss.

24
Jan
20

Happy Year of the Metal Rat 2020/4720

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As an amateur astrologer (or astrology enthusiast), I’ve heard a number of tidbits about this new year which seem to suggest big changes, abundance of opportunities and shifts in power…without knowing if all of that is good for all or, as I suspect is naturally the case, survival of the fittest as usual.   There are whispers of staying active, not taking shortcuts/cutting corners and staying positive (not expecting disaster/the worst).  There is also talk of something called a Stellio Contos…er, Capricorn Stellium.  [That’s a little American Dad joke, for those who know the show that well…that is, if I spelled the name right.]

In terms of Chinese astrology, it helps to know how your sign’s element(s) work with the element of the year, metal.  I still have yet to fully understand all of this.  So, if you’re new to astrology, we’re both learning.  And, I’d like to find a friend who can help me make more sense of all of it, this year or in the future (before I’m too old to process this).  I know I thought being of the year’s element would benefit me, somehow.  But, a few years back, my element worked against me.  It doesn’t help to wonder if having a “rising sign” or “hour sign” in the element opposite my birth one is causing some kind of rift in me, causing any blessings to be slighted by my opposite “face.”  Or, am I strangely blessed to have such a combination?  I have yet to understand it.

In any case, I hope…or, rather, anticipate (and desire) some good shift in the powers that be.  Perhaps, this all boils down to replacing the US president with someone more competent and able.  Perhaps, other countries will shift in a positive way, as well, and organizations like NATO will become more beneficial to us all.  Or, we may just see some famous businesses get new bosses, new product lines and/or new staff.  In terms of Chinese astrology, it would seem this is a rather industrious year for new businesses and business overhaul.

So, with that, I present this years little cartoon contributions.

I’ve heard this is a four year, in numerology, so it’s fitting I present four variations.  But, rather than explain them, I’ll let you work that out.  In short, the years differ due to the differences in sun and moon year cycles.  And, the dates similarly differ due to the days of those cycles.

 

 

XIN NIAN HAO (Happy New Year)
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GUO NIAN HAO (Have a happy new year)
GONG XI FA CAI (Wish you happiness and prosperity)
SHEN TI JIAN KANG (‘Good health)

Here are some semi-fascinating tips I picked up from another website…you’ll forgive me if I don’t cite it, properly.  I should note that the New Year FESTIVAL, in its native land, lasts a few weeks and may be observed with time off work/school, depending upon where you live.  These tips are suggested for both native observers and those who travel to the lands that are observing the holiday/festival.

THINGS YOU SHOULD NOT DO DURING THE FESTIVAL TIME AND WHY

BREAKING THINGS = SEPARATES YOU FROM FAMILY FOR MORE TIME, LESS COMMUNICATION/SHARED TIME (IF YOU BREAK SOMETHING, YOU ARE TOLD TO COLLECT ALL THE PIECES AND TOSS ONLY ON THE FIFTH OR LAST DAY OF THE FESTIVAL…AND SAY “SUI SUI PING AN” TO DISMISS BAD LUCK)

CRYING = MISFORTUNE (DON’T UPSET KIDS DURING THIS TIME; NO PUNISHMENT OR HARSH ACTIONS)

TAKING MEDICINE OR GOING TO THE HOSPITAL = INCREASED ODDS OF SICKNESS DURING THE YEAR

LENDING MONEY OR BORROWING THINGS/MONEY = SUFFER A FINANCIAL LOSS (ON THE FIRST FEW DAYS, AT LEAST…AND NO COLLECTING REPAYMENT OF DEBTS, EITHER)

WASHING HAIR = LOSS OF WEALTH  [I don’t know about you, but going without washing my hair for a few days could be dreadful.  I may be wrong, but I am pretty sure this warning is only for 1-3 days at the start of the festival.  I’d recommend not washing hair on the last day, too, just to be safe.]

USING SCISSORS = LEADS TO SQUABBLES (NEEDLEWORK/SEWING IS ALSO FORBIDDEN)
[THIS ALSO INCLUDES NO HAIRCUTS WHICH = A POSSIBLE DEATH IN THE FAMILY, USUALLY AN AUNT/UNCLE]

SWEEPING = LOSS OF GOOD LUCK (IF YOU MUST SWEEP, WAIT TIL THE THIRD DAY AND SWEEP INTO THE HOUSE, NOT OUT…AND DON’T DUMP WATER OUT OF THE HOUSE–AS I’VE DONE FOR AMERICAN NEW YEAR–BECAUSE MONEY AND DUST/DIRT REPRESENT MONEY LEAVING THE HOUSE?)

PORRIDGE (EATING PORRIDGE) = POVERTY? (IT’S THE FOOD OF THE POOR AND SHOULD NOT BE “TAKEN FROM THEM” BY WEALTHIER FOLKS ON THE FIRST FEW DAYS OF THE FESTIVAL)

LEAVING A RICE JAR EVEN PARTIALLY EMPTY = CHANCE OF GOING HUNGRY (KEEP THE RICE JAR/STORAGE TO THE MAXIMUM BEFORE/WHEN THE FESTIVAL STARTS TO ENSURE FINANCIAL GOOD HEALTH)

ALSO, DON’T USE NEGATIVE WORDS AND PHRASES LIKE “RUNNING OUT” “DEATH” “KILLING” “LOSING” ETC.

DON’T WAKE OTHERS UP THE FIRST FEW DAYS…THIS COULD CAUSE UNNEEDED NERVOUSNESS AND EDGINESS DURING THE YEAR.

LIKEWISE, DON’T NAP DURING THE FIRST FEW DAYS…THIS COULD LEAD TO FUTURE LAZINESS DURING THE YEAR.

WASHING CLOTHES (DURING THE FIRST TWO DAYS, ONLY) = OFFENSE TO WATER GOD (AND PLUMBING TROUBLES?)…WHICH IS WHY NEW CLOTHES ARE RECOMMENDED FOR SHOWING OFF (DON’T WEAR YOUR “RAGS”)
[ALSO, DO NOT WEAR BLACK AND/OR WHITE DURING THE WHOLE FESTIVAL; IT’S A SYMBOL OF POVERTY/MISFORTUNE/FUNERALS.]

RECENTLY MARRIED CHILDREN RETURNING HOME (TO VISIT) = MISFORTUNE/PARENTS LOSING MONEY (AT LEAST, HOLD OFF VISITING FOR THE FIRST FEW DAYS)

Fascinating and slightly amusing; no?

Lucky colors are said to be (my least favorite combo, lately) BLUE, GOLD and WHITE, representative of both wealth/metal money and water.  Water keeps the rigid metal rat from being TOO rigid and closer to its nature as a water animal, if that makes sense (maybe because rats are often seen around water and associated with sewers).  I included green in my artworks because American money is still green in some “dated” forms and a symbol of what seems to be tied to industrialism/industrial growth.  I, personally, don’t handle as much gold or silver.  But, I see both the importance and hazards of water and its association with metal and softening what is otherwise rigid.

Rat years, in general, are new beginning years, good years for new projects, career paths, educational pursuits, etc.  It’s the start of a new astro’ cycle.  New is sure to be a word thrown around, often.  But, no matter what you see or hear, you are advised to trust your instincts yet be open to advice and suggestions…if that makes any sense.  Do NOT spend impulsively.  But, be confident in whatever you choose.  Do not shudder as you step forward, if you can manage the courage.  But, don’t leap to conclusions too often/quickly, either.  Don’t be too generous…but don’t be entirely selfish, either.  Like I said…a bit confusing.

You might look into “feng shui,” too.  There is something about the directions certain objects face in your home that can have an impact.   And, this year’s “direction deity” has a semi-amusing name which sounds like a relatively new product for reducing body odors.  You’ll have to look this up, yourselves, as the name slips my p-mind.

 

15
Jan
20

Writer’s Block 1-15-2020, NAME THAT GHOST!

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HELP!

I am in dire need of name suggestions for ghost characters, male and female.

Have at it.  Give me your best shots.  Any ideas?  I am bone dry.

If you were thinking Boo, Spooki, Haunter, Kooki, Specter, Mysteria or Lorelei, they’re taken…er, not an option.




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