The Random Question of the Day

Welcome to another episode of "Random Question of the Day".

Today's Question:

Do Adam's Apples Freak You Out?

Get to thinking about it....

How Much Fun Is Rap Music?...I Dare Say It Is Quite Fun...

I'm branching out with a short post about music. My unabashed whiteness is being compromised by my new found enjoyment of rap music. Forgive me for my lack of knowledge of 'biz terms' but 'southern rap' is what I'm primarily talking about. That music is just fun. Period. Fun. When Tricky Daddy is rapping with Lil' Jon and Twista with Ozzy Ozbourne's Crazy Train intro looped in the background, come on. That's fun. Ludacris' raps are the embodiment of fun. Carefree fun-loving tracks. For those of you that know me this is a step. I was a firm punk/indie fan. The Postal Service, Fallout Boy, just about any Warped Tour band past and present and some metal. I even dabbled in country for a short minute. I think one of the main selling points of Rap is that it's so infused with ego that you can't help thinking that you could
throw-down with anybody and kick them senseless. That is why 'gangstas', not to be confused with Gangsters, which are usually white men in dark suits gleaning most of their income from prostitution, gun running and gambling with occasional assassination sprinkled in for fun, walk around all billy-bronco-buster. The ego is fun until some punk-crank 15 year old steps-up, talking to you like he's going to snuff you if you look at him wrong. But yeah if kept in context, rap is fun. Go out and listen to some rap music. Piece Out.

So Love is an Over-used and Misunderstood Word...My Definition

Love is something we all think we like. We like falling into it. We like being in it. We like thinking about it. Until we understand it, it's the coolest thing. So here it is. Warren's Words o' Wisdom: Love; A man or woman who doesn't need someone, chooses to need them and promises to always be there for them unconditionally. The dictionary.com definition is;
A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
An entirely independant person who doesn't need anyone likes someone enough to decide to need them. Thinking about love that way helps it seem like the honor it is. To be loved. To be loved is an honor, a promise, and a commitment.
Society "loves" everybody. What does love entail? Love, true love is unconditional. That means that person could could do anything and treat you like they don't even know you and you would still love them. Regardless of what they put you through or do to themselves or your relationship you still love them. We should use more discretion when we feel the urge to throw around the 'L word'.
Love in a relationship isn't a 50/50 split. If you and your significant other are each only putting 50% into the relationship then each of you have 50% hanging out somewhere else, not helping your relationship. A success relationship equals both of you putting in 100%. 100% of selfless love and devotion.
When people say they love each other after only knowing each other for a short time or before they even meet each other, they aren't really in love. That "love" means, they see it as a possibility that they may be able to devote enough care and concern, that it might be love. Eventually.
It is better to tell someone that you are interested in, that you like them or that you care about them enough to stick around. If they share your feelings you may be on the road to love but love has to grow. Care and concern are often mistaken for love. There's nothing unconditional about care and concern. But love is forever. That's my spin, let me know what you think. Piece Out.

I'm on a Bad Streak Right Now...It Involves Bad Movies and A Great Friend...

So my ladyfriend, Sue and I have been spending sometime together and I can't find any reason to complain about that. Along with going out a lot we watched a lot of movies...when I say a lot...I mean a LOT. This past weekend we stayed in our grungy clothes and practically lived at the Blockbuster around the corner. I think that we probably watched 15 new release movies in the space of 2 1/2 days. That isn't the streak I'm on. I often watch many movies during my weekend. I can't seem to pick an enjoyable movie to save my life. If someone broke into my house and took my family captive and turned a gun on me and said pick a new release movie that I will enjoy or I'll shoot you. They'd have to shoot me. They'd shoot me right in the face. I'm in a slump. Sue picks great movies. Except one. DeadBirds. That's the name of the movie. Don't watch that movie. It is terrible, but if you want to know what Sue looks like, she looks like the short, fat, hairy man that gets dragged into the well.
I think I'd rather talk about Sue than her ability and my inability to pick a decent movie. I wanted to rant the other day about how I'm tired of women in my 'age group'. The 18-23 crowd. Sue isn't in my 'age group'. She's 14. She's amazing. Just yanking ya. She's a smidgeon (haha smidgeon) older than me and she doesn't let me ever forget it. She never fails to let me know that I was 7 when she was a freshman in high school. The biggest problem with my age bracket is that they don't know what they want. They are still sitting around wondering what they are going to do with their lives. If you asked them where they would be in five years they wouldn't have a clue in hell. I've got much more to say on this topic so keep coming back I'll eventually finish this thread...Take this away from this; let the woman pick the movies and hang out with older girls...not grandmothers...but just a hair older. Piece Out.

Street Racing is a Crime...Embarrassing...And Potentially Dangerous

I enjoy driving fast, I enjoy beautiful women, I enjoy apple pie. The latter has nothing to do with this story. I was mixing the first two this past weekend. Let me give you some back story. My ladyfriend lives near me and we were enroute to Blockbuster Video after dinner. My ladyfriend is not only capable of conversation but is quite attractive and enjoys giving me a hard time. I'm going to be a stingy SOB and not mention her name. My vehicle is the 1995 Golf GTI VR6 that I've mentioned in previous posts. Mix the two of them and you've got a marvelous evening. The two of them don't mind being mixed so long as I don't add a spritzing of random street racing. My friend I'll call her Sue for lack of a better name and so I don't have to keep refering to her as my "ladyfriend". Sue told me all weekend that racing is going to get me in trouble so I've toned it down...but not enough.
I was sitting at a light late Saturday night and heard the car next to me revv a bit. I echoed back with a high pitched revv from my chip-modded 2.8l. He revved again and the light changed. I dropped it and took off. Hitting each of my shift points to maximize the power and put it to the road. I had just hit my point in 2nd and slid it into 3rd when Sue looked over and in the calmest, almost soothing, your dying and that's the voice you want your nurse to have as you slip into the unknown tone she says "Hey, did you know you're racing a Sheriff?"
I can't even describe the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment, fear, and fear again.
He pulled us/me over and came to Sue's window. The first words out of his mouth were "Don't I know you from somewhere?" I told him that I didn't know. He also asked Sue how much she liked getting pulled over. She said that she didn't like it all that much. That was when the embarrassment set in. I felt like the biggest fool. Fortunately he let me go saying that he had a long day and was going home to see his family. I'm not going to bore you with all of the stories but I've had three speeding tickets in the past 9 months. The worst being 85 in a 55 that my lawyer took care of. So here I am forutunately still having Sue as my friend, having my license intact, and my car is still wicked Fast...the moral is to not race various forms of law enforcement officials in their actual squad cars....also if you've got a friend that gives you sound advice; FOLLOW IT!...Piece Out.

Advice For You All...

It's Random Advice Time...Welcome.

"Never plan to repent at the eleventh hour because you could die at ten thirty."

Have a Great Day!

Guys: As A Species We're Not Doing So Great...Nothing Brings This Home Like Christmas...

I've been in my share of relationships and I'm fully aware when my significant other mentions that she wants a particular item for Christmas,Birthday, Anniversary, ETC....I do my best to remember said item so when the event rolls around I'm not the guy I saw in Bath and Body Works the other day. This guy didn't look like he knew if he was supposed to be there buying tires or potpourri. I'm going to guess that he didn't pay attention to the woman in his life or he doesn't know his mom very well. Another thing guys; if your girlfriend or wife mentions how nice it would be to have something. That means they want it and you can either buy it for them or they will use your money later and buy it for themselves. Make the holiday season or whatever the occasion, easier on yourself and make a note about what they want or could use. In my defense; I was at the Mall in BBW's with Dirks' wife because she wanted to pick up some smelly-stuff for their house. I needed to go to the Mall to purchase a French-Cuff shirt for my dad to compliment the cufflinks that mom got him for his birthday and she tagged along. I can't have people thinking inappropriate things about me...
If you are one of those dudes who's ignored your wife or girlfriend all year as to her wants and needs here's a fail-safe Warren Piece Will Bail My Goofy-Hind-End Out of This Jam, Gift Suggestion.
Women until time runs out or Christ returns will be concerned about how they look, feel, smell and the like. You can never go wrong buying beauty products. BBW's is a great place to go if you want to spend the dough. ("That Guy" that I saw in there had the right idea but didn't need to look so lost.) This is anything from lotions, little soaps, big soaps, air fresheners, fragrant candles, work with me here just about anything that they sell at BBW's or the Body Shop. The key to purchasing things from these stores is quantity. Buy many things. If you, for example, buy Cucumber Melon lotions go the extra mile and get the matching soap or air freshener. (most women already have a favorite scent...Do some investigating before you venture out to the smelly soap store)
As I further immerse myself into this joyous holiday season I'll have more tips. But the biggest tip is not to forget that Christ's Birth is the reason for the season and without that gift we'd all be in a world of hurt. Piece Out.

Off Vacation and Back to the Grindstone...

I'm back at work. Sitting in MY chair in front of MY computer writing on MY blog. Sweet.
I didn't do anything on vacation except get some work done and enjoy doing nothing. I moved to a new apartment over the course of my 8 day absence from work. Yeah, that's about it for my vacation. I'm glad to be back and look forward to throwing some great stuff up on the Blog.
Piece Out.