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Well, it’s been about a month so I thought I’d write a post. And thankfully, I have something to write about.

But first, check out this AMAZING setup I’ve got going on here!

The keyboard was being tossed out by a neighbor so I gladly took possession of it and I’m using my old Samsung tablet with it since a) my computer is near death and b) my iPad is only good for an alarm clock these days. Damn iOS 9.3.5 is pretty useless — all the thing does is crash. At least the alarm clock app works.

Anyway, onto the post.

As I had mentioned a few posts ago, I’m beginning to believe in my empathy more and more. Today I have three solid examples of that and they all involve music.

The first one is simple. While we were sitting outside enjoying the evening a few nights ago, I started whistling Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire” as I perused my Timehop posts going back eight years. As I continued to whistle and swipe left, this picture from four years ago popped up.

I posted this on Instagram four years prior. It’s our firepit sans volcanic rock which exposes the flame element and that is, of course, round. So for this post I decided to use lyrics from the aforementioned song that I was whistling earlier.

Strange? Maybe. Coincidental? You decide.

For the second entry, I bring you some 80s goodness from The Go-Go’s. I recently joined a gym because the weather lately has made it practically unbearable to exercise outdoors. Not only that, Planet Fitness was running a fantastic, no-commitment deal of $10/month that I couldn’t pass up.

I have a Spotify playlist called “Drumming” that I listen to while, um, “playing the drums” as I do on occasion. It also doubles a a nifty running playlist and I was listening to it this morning while on the treadmill.

It includes The Go-Go’s “Head Over Heels” which not only is a good song, its beats are pretty much the pace at which I run.

Ah, the sound. The outfits. That spastic Belinda Carlisle dance. Quintessential 80s all the way!

I had the song on repeat a few times as I was running and looked up at one of the TVs that was showing CBS Sunday Morning. They had just wrapped a Billy Joel interview and moved on to another music act: none other than The Go-Go’s.

It turns out “Head Over Heels” is the name of a new Broadway play that showcases their greatest hits in an Elizabethian setting. While I was captivated with the interview (click the link above to see what they went through), I was also taken aback by what had just transpired. It was like the whole “Ring of Fire” thing hapenning again. I smiled, shrugged, and continued on doing four miles total.

But here’s the most interesting one of all.

Thursday morning, my coworker arrived to work and saw this cryptic note on her desk.

(Company name hidden, obviously)

She asked if I knew who left it and I said I didn’t but that before the day is through, there would be some correlation between me and that number. Just like that. Not even giving it a second thought.

Even she thought I was reaching on this one. I mean, some random note on her desk that I’ll be connected to? Why would I even say that, right?

But I knew why.

Before leaving for work that morning, I had told Ann that Anthony has such a deep voice compared to other kids his age. It’s pretty baritone and I jokingly mimicked his voice to Ann as he played Xbox with his friends.

From there, as I randomly do around the house, I broke into song but not any song. Topically, it was one with a baritone voice and one I nailed at karaoke (without even looking at the lyrics).

Ready to be freaked out again? Because here it is.

I kid you not. Sixteen Tons. The correlation I had said would be there, was there. I then told my coworker the above story and she didn’t believe me, so I had to call in the reinforcements.

Once I asked Ann if I was singing it, I showed my coworker the screen and waited for Ann’s reply because I knew what it was going to be.

“Oooooh scary” was Ann’s reply. My coworker told me to stop it because things like this happen between us quite frequently.

Again, I leave it up to you to decide whether it was mere concidence, luck, or that empathy thing working again. Just remember that these songs haven’t been on the charts in decades but they all played a part in these scenarios.

As for me, I seem to know more than I think — whether I know it or not.

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Haunted


I Ain't Afraid Of No GhostFolks, I’m going to come right out and say it: our house is haunted.

There have been at least three things that have happened over the course of about a month that have convinced me that such is the case and no, they have not been ordinary. If they were, then obviously I wouldn’t be going out on a limb and writing this post.

And before you ask, no, I’m not going to call in Zak Bagans and his idiot Bro Crew from Ghost Adventures. That show is a joke and Bagans is about as bright as the guy who bagged your groceries today.

Wait, what? Anyway, here we go.

Incident 1: The Flyer
We’re those kind of people who get more junk mail than anything else. No honestly, we get more than you. It’s a fact and there will be no arguing over it, mister/ma’am.

One day, Ann had gone through the daily pile of junk mail and kept a flyer for some reason. It was made from a heavy card stock and was sitting on the kitchen table. I wandered into the kitchen to grab a snack of some sort. My back was leaning against the countertop near the sink and I was facing the kitchen table – and the flier went flying off the table and landed on the ground near the pantry. It wasn’t the fact that it flew off the table that caught my attention; it was the manner in which it did.

The flyer took off  like it was tied to a string that was yanked very hard and while in flight, it had absolutely no rotation. You know, like how an index card would spin if you flung it across the room? Yeah. This was nothing like that. It took off at a speed that couldn’t have been attributed to any breeze that may have been going through the house at the time. It was sheer force that made it take off like that and in a straight line to the floor. I have no explanation for how it happened but I saw it with my own eyes.

Incident 2: Early Morning Footsteps
When I’m not blogging or sitting at my drawing desk, I’ve made it a habit to relax in my huge lounge chair in the den, kick up the leg rest, pop in my earbuds, and listen to some white noise to lull myself to sleep. Even if I don’t feel like sleeping, the white noise also helps to mask my tinnitus which can he downright unbearable at times.

And sometimes I fall asleep in the chair and Ann will leave me there, knowing I’m perfectly comfortable, while she retires to the bedroom to go to bed. This is what happened the other night when I woke up around 4:30 am and took my earbuds out (they had been in my ears since around 10:30 pm the previous night). Shortly after I took them out and started rolling around in the chair, I heard the sound of footsteps going into the kitchen.

We have two cats and a dog that like to walk around the house as they see fit, but the sound was not like any they can produce. We know when Arliss (dog) is walking because we can hear his claws clacking on the hardwood floor and the cats, well, they are pretty light on their feet and don’t make much sound, except when they run. And even then, it sounds nothing like when any of the humanoids in the house walk.

And that’s what this sounded like: human footsteps going into the kitchen. I stayed in my chair and looked over in the direction of the kitchen and didn’t see anyone. I got up and checked on Anthony and he was sawing logs. I went into the bedroom and asked Ann if she had been up a few minutes ago. Nope, everyone was asleep except for me, but I know what I heard.

Incident 3: The Purse
This happened just yesterday. I was in the kitchen – I really need to stay out of there – to get a drink. Just as I was leaving to go into the living room, Ann’s purse (resting on the chair) fell onto the ground.

But like the flyer, it didn’t appear as if it was just gravity that made it move. The purse looked like it was pushed hard off of the chair and, get this, did a complete 360 in the air before landing right-side up. Seriously, it made one complete rotation before hitting the ground and nothing fell out of it.

So far these are the only things I’ve seen happen around here and haven’t actually seen any shapes or forms nor have I captured any in the background of pictures I’ve taken in the house. As for who we might think it could be, well, we do have an idea.

Ann’s grandfather was a neat freak. The house we live in was his, and it can be quite messy at times.

Needless to say, Ann and Anthony spent the day cleaning it up while I was at work.

I’ll keep you posted if anything else happens but until then…

Because Driving A Yaris Isn’t Embarrassing Enough


One of the cars we own is a 2010 Toyota Yaris which is about as low as you can go in the econobox scale. It’s a functional car that aside from its better-than-average mileage, isn’t going to be the most appealing to the opposite sex.

Not only that, it’s get-up-and-go is subpar and there isn’t much room in it for anything. But alas, it’s still bigger than one of those stupid Smart cars.

You definitely give up a lot when you sign the paperwork and make a commitment to drive a Yaris, most of which is your pride.

Which leads me to the Yaris I saw on the freeway this morning on my way to work. When I saw it, I couldn’t believe it. I tried to get a picture of it but being it was still dark and the screen on my phone was blinding in such conditions, I took one shot and just got one giant blur. Besides, I didn’t want to risk my life any more than I had to while behind the wheel of…a Yaris.

And no matter how I tried, my description would not do it justice.

Once I got to work, I decided to Google what I had seen and lo and behold, there was proof of its existence on the Intertubes.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Toyota Yaris Batmobile. (See more pictures here.)

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I…I don’t even know where to go with this. But what I can tell you is the “HEROES FOR CHRIST” is now gone and so are the Bat-Chutes on the bumper. Because, you know, those Yarises (or is it Yarii?) are so fast that they need the assistance of parachutes when stopping from break-neck speeds.

Look, if you’re going to make your care a rolling homage to something then go nuts and make it worth your while. And for Christ’s sake, don’t do it to a Yaris.

Because driving one of these things sans decorations is embarrassing enough.

Blogging 365, Day 65: Wordless Wednesday: Watch Where You Whiz


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Mysteries of Google Street View


This may sound like something you’d hear from someone who was in a drunken stupor but last night I was messing around with Google Street View and somehow ended up in Mexico.

I can assure you that I was not drinking because, as you may or may not know, I don’t drink.

At any rate like Mexico, Street View is a trip and there are all sorts of sites dedicated to the weird and unusual things people have found all over the world (or at least where Google has covered). In fact, my old neighborhood is featured in this post but unfortunately, the imagery has been updated.

So anyway I’m somewhere deep in Mexico and ended up outside a baseball stadium. As I’m virtually driving down the street, I come across this interesting sight:

dirt sweeper

It’s a woman. With a broom. Sweeping dirt.

She’s super limpio. I’m not sure if Mr. Clean would be proud or repulsed.

You can see for yourself here.

And hey, this is Post 3 of 365. I’m on a roll!