Valentines Day

AH! Love is in the air as yet one more Valentine's day is coming to call. Yes, tomorrow is the big day! Tommorrow is the day when you tell your significant other that you love them, when you show you care by buying commercially made crap and they show you they care by coming unhinged because you bought the wrong color. With all truth to be told, Valentines day is really the only holiday that it pays off to be a single male. Why? Well, there are several reasons.

Valentine's Day is...
1) the day when single men can sit back, and celebrate the fresh air of freedom, rejoicing in the fulness of thier wallets and peace of thier households.
2) the day when single women sit in misery, watching sappy movies and blubbering into thier three-quarters empty five-gallon ice cream drum.
3) the day when those who have somebody stress themselves to the point of mental break, knowing that if the wrong item is purchased, that there will be no peace until atonement is once again demanded in another 364 days.

So, I say, Liberty my single brothers! That is what we have! We have no women, demanding our time, our money and our every waking moment! We have no void in pocket and bank account due to anything other than our very own whims (and responsibilities)! We have freedom! But, must I say as well, that no dishonor or disgrace comes from loving someone. Freedom can be sought by those men who love good women. How, you may ask? It's impossible! But I say no! Live free, resist this holiday that was created (or recreated) by greedy and selfish women to satisfy a commercially induced frenzy for gifts unwarranted.

Okay, I guess that is enough of my little Valentine's rant. Typically, I deliver a Valentine's rant to all my friends, live and in person, however now, I feel as though it should be shared with whosoever should choose to browse this blog. I hate Valentine's Day, people, and among those who know me, this is no secret. However, there have been commercials on the radio so often for the Vermont Teddy Bear that I began to have thoughts of Valentine's myself. Oh, yes, ladies and gentlemen, yours truly had Valentine's thoughts, for the ex-girlfriend from whom I most recently split.
Vermont Teddy Bears? Good idea! So, I called Vermont Teddy Bears asking if they could deliver a gift to this ex of mine. They said that they could and asked me which bear I would like to send.
I thought a moment and responded, "I would like you to ship, to her, a large starving, grizzly bear." Apparently they are not willing to capture and transport large dangerous animals, so the perfect Valentines gift was once again foiled. Curses, Vermont Teddy Bears! Curses!
But seriously, if that's what gets you all worked up and giddy, then by all means, enjoy the holiday! Just leave me out of it.

Regards,

B.S. Leopard

Another Poem

From time to time, I will sit down, and write poems, short stories, whatever. Whether good or bad, I enjoy doing it. I thought that since this blog is a place for me to voice myself and share things with people I would start posting some of my works for others to enjoy or not enjoy. Most of my poems, I cannot remember. I have them written down, and saved in safe places, outside of my home, so I don't have instant access to them, so until I can get my poems that I have written down, I will share one that is short sweet and to the point, one that I can remember.
This poem popped into my head while I was at work a couple of years ago. I was working in the pressroom at WOWP and a thought occured. I had no paper(amazingly, at a printing press I cannot find a sheet of paper to write on when I need one) so I grabbed a cardboard box, tore a piece off of it, and scribbled with a black sharpie, until I had the sentiment to my liking.
For your enjoyment, a religious poem:

As I gaze upon the blood drenched hill,
My fate resting there I see.
Above two robbers, cold and still,
The crosses number three.

Short and simple. I am obviously not Chaucer, Marlowe or Shakespeare, but I hope that someone gathers enjoyment from the hobby that gives me joy.

Criticism

HAHAHA! I got my first criticism on my poem! Grams wasn't impressed. I figured I would get a comment on the website from my Grandma Sue Leopard, because I know that she reads my posts. I do enjoy the comments that are left on the site, even if they don't like what I write. And I knew that Grams wouldn't like the poem at all. I was just wondering how long it would take for her to read and respond! hahaha!
For those who read my posts and are wondering who this "Grams" is, she is my "milk and cookies" grandma; dad's mom. She is the sweetest and best grandmother that I think anyone could ever have. She is the grandma that any child can call grandma and she will reply to them in that manner. Grandma is married to my cranky old Grandpa, who I enjoy arguing and visiting with. Both of them love their two sons, four grandsons and granddaughter as well as anyone who they seem to come into contact with. There are very few people who I love and respect as much as Grams and Gramps Leopard.
Now, on a lighter note, so Grams doesn't think I have turned into a sociopath, due to my poem I would like to end this post on a lighter note with something that came to mind. I would like to give credit where credit is due, but I can't remember where I heard this oh-so-true saying.

"Eagles may soar, but weasles don't get sucked into jet engines."-(Jack Handy's Deep Thoughts)? Hahaha.

Love you Grandma.

A Happy little Bedtime Story

Again tonight, I saw him there,
Standing on the creaking stair.
He stood and grinned and raised his hand,
And waved to me as I did stand.
The horror gripped me and I shuddered,
Not one sound I ever uddered.
His teeth were broken, cracked and yellowed,
From them, as he waved, he bellowed.
Laughing darkly came his greeting,
How I wished to end this meeting.
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Years ago we parted ways, forever I did think,
But he is back now in my house with wounds that ooze and stink.
I close my eyes and beg of him, "depart from me old man",
He grins his broken, wicked grin, and lowers waving hand.
With dirty cap placed on his head, up creaking stairs he makes his way,
And I know as I tremble now, he intends to stay.
I found his photo in a book which I sat down and read,
To remind myself twelve years now, this old man, he has been dead.
My victims ghosts, forever, have been knocking on my door,
But this old man has placed his rotting foot upon my floor.
So now the haunting's starting, because of my wicked past,
And until my old days end, this haunting, it will last.

This is just a gruesome little poem that I came up with. I am not in anyway a sociopath, nor am I troubled by ghosts. I am a fan of Edgar Alan Poe and Steven King, though.

I saw it...

..and it wasn't bad at all. Underworld 2, that is. So, other than that I have been being destroyed by my job. Long hours, on top of sleep apnea and a touch of insomnia. I feel like I have been run through the ringer the last two weeks. I did have a nice weekend though, and no longer have to worry about school, because I am a college drop-out! My boss (dad) came to me and suggested that I drop the class(es) that I was taking, because he said my job was very demanding (and he was right) and that it wasn't going to get any easier, and I shouldn't take a class that I wasn't going to pass due to time. He was right, so I stopped going to school.
One thing that drives me totally batty is that people tell me that I should go to school no matter what. "You should just quit your job, go to school full-time and get it over with" one person told me. Yeah, that would be great, but gee, as far as I know, sitting in a classroom doesn't pay the bills!
One of my buddies got engaged tonight. Congrats to him.
Which brings me to my next point. If anyone knows a drop-dead gorgeous red-headed Irish Catholic girl(21-26yrs old), that likes fat, dark haired Irish Catholic guys, let me know. I have a friend that would like a woman around.
Okay, so anyway, I think that about covers it for now. Should probably get back to work, before I fall asleep just sitting here. G'night, folks.

Vampires and Werewolves?

Okay, folks, I have to admit that I have a bizzare side to me, at least considering the rest of my family. Personally, I think that there is no better fantasy story than a story that is WELL TOLD about vampires and werewolves. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of years of mythology being retold over and over, each with a new storytellers twist does not sound all that intriguing to most, but I have to say that, even for all the blood and gore there is a good bit of romanticism to a story of the undead and narratives of wolfmen. Not the kind of romance that you see manifest between man and woman, but rather an intrigue that accompanies the very, very dark side of the fairy tale world. It is night's answer to the sunshine and singing bluebirds of Cinderalla and Snow White.
With that said, Underworld: Evolution has opened in theatres and I intend to see it this weekend. Looks like it could be a great story with astounding cgi and special effects.
Goodnight.

OKAY!!!

Alright, here it is. A new post. I have been a little busy in the last couple of weeks, and yes, I know that people are getting tired of reading about "getting settled". On top of getting the roots put down for a temporary stay, I have been taking a class at Oregon State and have been getting totally slammed at work.
Funny story...I had a doctor's appointment today. It lasted from about 7:30am until about 6:30pm. It was a sleep clinic, where they hook about a million wires up to you and tell you to sleep. Yeah, right! Well, luckily I had stayed up all night the night before, so I was dead tired and couldn't help but sleep, otherwise, there would have been no way I could have slept with electrodes GLUED to my head, face, chest, and legs, not to mention the three belts that they strap around your chest and torso and the oxymeter that they tape to your finger. Anyway, when I got finished, I left, turned my cell phone on, to find that I had several panicked calls from my friends. Apparently no one listened when I told them that I had this appointment, and when I was late for work, the web of phone calls began. But guess what? I TOLD MY SUPERVISOR that I had an appointment and was going to be late. I told him two weeks ago, then called this morning, and left a message reminder.
Anyway, I got everyone calmed down, letting them know that, due to the weather, I was not lying face-down in a ditch somewhere.
Other than that it has been pretty quiet around here. Nothing actually interesting, just busy and time consuming.
In other news, my baby bro, Adam, had his first basketball game of the new season on Saturday. What a brutal display it was. The kids on Adam's team, including Adam himself, are all VERY good and skilled atheletes. The other teams really are not. This makes for a bloodbath scenario in which Adam's team totally devastates the opponent. I think the final score to Saturday's game was something like 57-8. Good job guys. Keep up the good work, eventhough it makes for a fairly boring game.
Well, that's all I have for now. Hopefully this small offering appeases those who have been waiting for new material to read. Now it's time to get going and finish work, so I can go home and HOPEFULLY get the glue washed out of my hair!

Getting Settled

Well, the time has come to post once again, to let family and friends know what is going on in my life. The biggest event right now, is the move from Corvallis to Albany. Since it has been brought to my attention by Mindi that I have yet to post on this subject, I suppose I will do it now.
What a pain in the butt! I hate moving, but being done with it, and settled nicely into a new home is sure a good feeling. That's what I need to keep reminding myself, being as I have so much work to do and so much, yet, to haul from my Corvallis apartment. But really, I am quite pleased with my decision to rent at the location that I am now. It is already beginning to look like more of a home than did my old apartment. Imagine if you will a two bedroom townhouse with an ugly orange door. Once that door is opened, you enter into the livingroom of the apartment. There is a 19'' television on a table under the stairs, a futon, green chair and a single lamp. That is the basic concept of my former residence, and it gives a good example as to how sparse the rest of the town house was.
Now that, not only am I saving over a hundred dollars a month, moving from Corvallis to Albany, but I am much more satisfied with the layout and overall look of the new domicile. I am looking forward to having nieghborly visits with at least three of my neighbors (Chris, Mindi, Indiana) and am looking forward to a more enjoyable living environment than I previously had. In a year at my apartment in Corvallis I spoke to one person (other than my roommate) on several occassions in passing. Tonight will be my first night in the new place and already, my brother and I are having company this weekend. Works for me. Well, I better get back to work and finish what I am doing, because I need to get outta here to get back to Corvallis, so I can move more STUFF!