#21 – Random6, or Mr. Awesome’s awesomeness

Sooo lazy.  I have so many other great and cool ideas for these blog posts.  I write ’em and type ’em and they go in these endless loops of nowhere so I delete them.  Writing is hard and don’t let anyone tell you differently.  Screw, I’ll just write one of these random post things.  You couple people keeping track like them anyways.

242.  I’m aware that people don’t say or write ‘anyways’ and the correct word is ‘anyway.’  Anyways.

243.  I’m thinking of getting one of these three designs for my next tattoo.  Maybe I’ll get them all, but not at the same time.  Target is Q1 2017.

A for Aaron?  Or Awesome?


A for Awesome?  Or Anarchy?


A for Aaron?  Awesome?  Anarchy?



244.  I’ve only ever read one actual published book where I knew the author.  It was a hard read.

245.  While it’s true that I skeeve (is skeeve a word?  My Grandma Carmela used to say it.  My sisters say it now.  It means you think something is gross or nasty or something.  Like something is skeevy) public restrooms and buffets and potential germs, and while it’s true that I never or rarely touch public door handles with my hands, and that if I do I try not to touch anything until I can wash my hands, and that I refuse to eat office food because everyone there is gross (well not everyone but a few is enough to spoil it for everyone) and that I have a block in my mind that does not allow me to think too hard about what may go on in the kitchen in a restaurant so I am able to eat out or that going #2 in any public bathroom MUST BE A 5 ALARM EMERGENCY OR IT IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, and that I do not let anyone use my work phone and get very uncomfortable if people there use my keyboard or touch the mouse, and that most people know better than to sit in my seat at work because there is nothing worse than sitting in a chair and feeling the warmth of another person’s ass and that I in general check expiration dates whenever I eating at someone else’s house and that I may throw out food at home a bit earlier than is warranted, and that I think shaking hands is an outdated means of greeting (how about a fist bump?  Or a head nod?  Or a forearm bash?  Or a simple ”sup?’) and I barely wait until the person I’ve shaken hands with is out of view before I wash them or use sanitizer, I am not, in fact, a germaphobe like some people have claimed.  A lot of what I’m doing is just for effect.  I’d call me germ-concisous, or germ-aware.  I don’t really get sick that much, FYI.  Go ahead, keep shaking hands.  You’ll all get the plague someday.

246.  I know I’ve said before that’s I’d like to be cremated or some other kind of option rather than embalmed, put on display, and buried.  I came up with the best option the other day.  I told my wife I’ll like to be taken to a taxidermist and stuffed.  I told her she can just put me on the couch and everyone can go on with their lives like nothing happened.  She didn’t think that was a good idea so I told her just mount my head on the wall like a deer head or something.  The only condition is that she can’t shave off my beard.

247.  Why, when corn has not been taken out of its husk, is it called an ear?  Or is it after it’s been taken out?  Where does the ear part come from anyways?  Why not just call it corn?  Is the whole thing corn or is it corn once it’s off the cob?  People eat corn on the cob – how come when it’s the little individual corn(s?) we’re not eating corn off the cob?

248.  What is the plural of consensus?  Consensuses?  Consensi?  I like consensi better I’m going to use that.

249.  We were talking about Superman the other week at work and I wondered aloud about the feasibility of Superman and Lois Lane coupling, if you know what I mean.  So, does Superman have control in that department?  Can he slow things down, as it where?  Or is it out of his control, and if so, does it happen at super-speed?  If it is, then I feel like the first time he and Lois got together would probably be the last.

250.  It seems to me that Chinese characters are very popular as tattoos.  It made me wonder – are there a bunch of tattooed people from China walking around with cool English letters and phrases on their backs, arms, shoulders, chests or wherever?

251.  Do you know anyone who, instead of saying they went to see a movie or are going to go see a movie, instead of saying ‘movie’ they say ‘show?’  Is that a thing?  I know at least two people who say that.  Do other people say it?  Is that what people used to say?

252.  Jack Grabbit will steal your money and your honey, and it’s not funny, just so you know.  We’ve got to kill that bunny.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

253.  What do they call French Toast in France?  I think they actually call it something, but I feel like they should just call it toast.  In France, do they call half burnt dry Wonder Bread ‘American Toast?’

254.  Do other countries have different kinds of restaurants?  If you were visiting Italy, would/could you go to a German restaurant?  And if you live in Italy, are you ever sick of it?  “Oh Jeez, we’re having Italian again?  Can’t we get some tacos or some French Toast or something?  Jesus, I can’t eat all these carbs!”

255.  I rarely have anything like writers block.  The closest I get is something I’ve named ‘writer paralysis.’  Sometimes I have so many different things I want to write that they compete with each other and I end up not writing any of them.

256.  I’m seriously considering getting a cape.  I don’t think I’d wear it very often – it would have to be mostly for special occasions.  I think I’d wear it to the grocery store once in a while, though, just to mix it up.

257.  Where could you even buy a cape?image

258.  I’m seriously considering never wearing a tie or a suit again.  But I know I’ll have to, because of society.

259.  If you’ve read any of these blogs of mine, you have a pretty good idea of my political views.  Let me just say from experience, though, that you cannot deficit spend for ever.  Live and learn, I guess.

260.  Have you ever had an apple-pear?  It’s the most delicious fruit I’ve ever eaten.  I assume it’s some kind of human made hybrid fruit that’s probably some kind of abomination to nature and is going to make my brain melt or something.  I don’t care.  I’d eat them everyday if I could.

261.  I am currently playing a character.  I haven’t decided if the character’s name is Mr. Awesome or Aaron.

262.  See, as I was saying, awful and awesome are the same word.  Something can be awesomely bad or awfully good.  How do you know which is the right one to use?

I see you made it to the end.  That wasn’t so bad, was it?  That was a quick one, like a little appetizer.  There’s more, always more, but that’s enough for now.  Now get off of the internet and go do something constuctive, would ya?

 A chihuahua surrounded by apple-pairs



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#20 – On Dreams, the Universe, and other stuff

Don’t you ever just wonder about stuff?

Sitting on the deck at our vacation cabin in the Great Northern Woods of Wisconsin.  Family vaca with a bunch of fun crazies.

Three days ago I sat on the dock looking out at the lake enjoying the silence and the nature.


A Heron or something



Bambi’s Mom?  I couldn’t get a good shot


Our backyard now after the rain

That night it rained – poured – record rain for this area.  I heard we got like 14 inches of rain or something.  Thunderstorms like I’ve never seen.  It was awesome, but the aftermath has been fairly awful.  Roads have been washed out, people have died, and, of less importance, our dock is underwater.  The lake is halfway into the yard behind the deck.  It hasn’t rained since Monday but the lake continues to rise, creeping ever closer to the deck.

Can you see the dock?


Still, we’re having a nice time.  There’s something about being in the quiet and in the nature that amplifies the thoughts that I already have.  No work or distractions, and while I’m not exactly alone, I have more time to be alone with my thoughts with nothing else to dilute them.

As we sat on the deck last night, a fire going, chatting about this and that, I couldn’t help but look up at the night sky.  My daughter and I sometimes will go into our backyard at night back home and look up at the stars.  She always spots the dippers, big and little, and likes to point them out to me.  But our city sky does no justice to the unobstructed view of the sky at night here in these woods.  The stars, big and small, bright and dim, litter the sky.  It is awesome and I can’t help but think and wonder about the vastness of what is out there and how all the things that concern me, concern us, have so much less meaning and importance when you take the totality of it all.  That we’re just a miniscule speck in this grand scheme of whatever it, this, life is.

That’s not to say there is no significance to me, to us, but it’s good to have some perspective.  The universe notices us like we would notice a grain of sand on the biggest beach or the largest desert.

It can be hard to find meaning for me in all of that vastness.  To know that the known universe and the observable universe is only another grain of sand in the totality of the whole, and that the universe is ever expanding at a speed that is faster than the speed of light.

Everything ends.  We end in only a flash in the totality of time.  Our sun will burn up one day, taking our solar system with it.  The universe will expand at a rate that will make it the observable universe unobservable, until everything we can see now will be gone and forgotten.  Eventually the universe itself will be gone, either tearing itself in half or reversing course until it is nothing once again.  That’s not me talking, that’s science.

Of course, science can tell us a lot of things.  But much of what they know are wrapped up in theory.  I think there is a misconception of what a theory is.  A theory is not a blind guess or something that a scientist simply makes up.  Theories are based in fact with many provable aspects.  They are evolving, though, fluid, but are excepted until something else comes along to either prove a theory in totality or disprove it with something else. (Let’s pause here to remind us that I am no scientist and only describe things as I understand them.  I know some stuff, but don’t always take my word for things.  I’d suggest looking stuff up for yourself to be on the safe side.)

So what, or where do we, do you find meaning?  Is finding meaning even necessary?  Many people find it in religion, which is fine but is not for me.  I like facts, and what I know and what I can see, and what the science tells me.

But the things the science used to know as fact changes and is fluid as well.  The Earth was flat and then it wasn’t.  There were multiple gods and then their weren’t.  The sun and the planets orbited the Earth then they didn’t.  We find out more and more that changes our perceptions of what we know or what we think we know.  We know so much yet we don’t know anything.  And when I look up at those stars, sometimes I feel like nothing is knowable at all.

I’m ok with either way, I think.  If there’s a deeper meaning to all of it that would be cool.  If it’s just us on our own with nothing after I think that’s ok too.  I find meaning on this deck right now, I think, looking at the approaching water, my daughter and wife and assorted family members inside, just waking up.  Maybe there’s no more meaning than that.  That would be ok.

But I wonder about all of it, these things, this stuff.  I have ideas, fantastical ideas, some based on things I read here on these internets, some things I just kind of make up.  I think everything is possible.

They say maybe we’re a 2 dimensional hologram.  That’s seems crazy but they are working on that theory right now.  They say maybe we’re a computer simulation.  That seems crazy and unlikely too, but how could you prove otherwise?  Maybe we’re all just exist in a game of the Sims. 

They say our free will may be an illusion.  They do and are doing studies on the mind that show our brains may tell us what to do or make decisions for us in a fraction of time before we actually do them.  Maybe we’re all meat robots.  Maybe we’re already AI.  Maybe we have created AI before, and once we perfect it the AI takes over and it start again.

Who knows?  How can you know?

How can you even trust your eyes, your ears?  When you close your eyes, what do you see?  How do you know that everything does not disappear when you close them?  How do you know that the universe only exists for the moments that you see it, and disappears when you don’t?

They have theories about black holes, and alternate or parallel universes.  I like to think there are parallel universes.  I have regret – I think everyone does.  But I used to be and feel so much regret, always wondering if the decisions I’ve made where the right ones.  The regret used to paralyze me.  I don’t feel that way so much anymore.  I wonder, though, and hope and would like it if parallel universes were real.  What if for every decision we make, the ones we decide against create a different universe, a different path, a different life?  I’d prefer to think of that, that all of the decisions I didn’t make still exist, that there are an infinite numbers of me, living similar but different lives based on all those other unused decisions.  That’s not to say I do not want this universe, this life, these people in my life.  I’d just like to see what the other me’s are up to, how those decisions worked out.  Maybe some of the other me’s are cool too.

I wonder about things like dreams and deja vu.  I know that science has ideas on what they are.  I have ideas too.  Sitting here, right now, looking into the woods, this is real.  But when I close my eyes and fall asleep and dream, this reality disappears and I have no memories of this – what I think  is real.  The dreams – don’t your dreams feel real while you are in them?  How can you be sure that dreams are not the reality?

I like to think that when I’m dreaming I’m visiting those parallel universes.  Maybe I’m not in them but observing the other me’s.  My dreams are generally made up of people I know, but the interactions are different.  I like to think that in my waking life, in this reality, when I experience deja vu that I’m having a memory, or maybe a waking glimpse of those other realities.

There’s a person that I knew when I was younger.  I don’t know her so much now, maybe only a little bit.  But she shows up in my dreams and other realities quite a bit.  Sometimes after I’ve had these dreams I’ll drop her a little note telling her it was nice to see her and to talk to her.  It’s not just her – I see and talk to a lot of people that I do not see regularly in my dreams.  It’s just that she shows up a lot and it’s always nice to chat again.  It may not be real, but it seems real.  How do you know we’re not talking for real?

I know, I’m crazy and that’s fine if you think that.  I know I probably read and see to much into things that may not be there.  I don’t think there’s anything wrong with going about your daily life and thinking and knowing what you are seeing is real or the only reality.  Or that there is anything wrong with not even thinking about any of these things.  I think however you choose to define your reality is real enough.

I used to find my iconoclasm a hindrance.  Why, why do I have to see things so differently?  Why do I have to question everything and to challenge everything, every notion, every idea and theory and religion and belief?  Why do I wonder about so much stuff?

I don’t have an answer for that except to say that I don’t find it a hindrance anymore.  I actually enjoy thinking about this kind of stuff.  I enjoy thinking.  I enjoy contemplating.  I enjoy the ‘what if’ of it all.  It is interesting and I find meaning in it.

So here’s what I think right now.  What I think right now will probably change at some point.  But I think that maybe I am the universe.  You are the universe.  From the unbelievable vastness of space to the tiniest atom that exists in your body it’s all one.  And I think that either means everything.  Or nothing.  But I prefer to think it’s something, and whatever it is, it’s pretty awesome.

My awesome powers come from the beard.




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