You don't know what ya got til it's gone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i28UEoLXVFQ

Thanks Cinderella for that epic rock ballad. Maybe in 1988 you were really "cool" , but now in retrospect you honestly look like a bunch of cheap transvestites who decided to sing a victory song after robbing a guitar shop , in the middle of the desert? But I bring this point up to you did these poorly dressed hookers really have a point?I mean the saying originated far before these jabronies every put on a pair of spandex leggings, but it's pretty true. I find myself wondering how appreciative I really am of the things around me. It's only til they are poofed away from me that I can really judge the situation.

It 4 30 AM and I do not do mornings. At this hour my mind is on par with Al Bundy and my motor skills, Jaba The Hut. None the less my brother is leaving for an entire summer abroad and I'm left sitting in an airport lobby staring at a lukewarm cup of coffee. As I ponder over my caffeine intake and wonder what I'm going to do while my brother is away I start to think how I sometimes selfishly take people for granted. We do this everyday, not just with people though.

Think about it, how many times during the winter weather have we sat indoors and prayed for a bright sunny day. And finally when summer is here we bitch and moan about how hot it is. It's human nature I guess.

Now I'm not trying to get all preachy on you , thats Rev Run's Job (By the way he is right God is Love) But maybe it's time we start thanking the good baby Jesus for what we do have. I'm hopping the funk off that hate train and now I'm gonna start getting a lot more thankful.

Current Thankful List
1. My Family
2. Pink Floyd's The Wall
3. The Mcrib's return
4. Bud Light
5.Cowboy Boots > High Heels
6.My Good Health
7. All Things Family Guy
8.Jan's Closet
9. That I didn't show my ass at butt naked trivia tonight
10. The fact that none of my friends resemble the cast of Jersey Shore

My Thoughts on this Thing We Call Karaoke

Let me introduce you to the man above, he goes by Jeff. He is about mid forties, maybe married. I'm almost positive he spends too much time in online chat rooms and has an extensive armada of collectors edition G. I. Joe action figures (still in mint condition and in there case). Every Tuesday night , after he gets off from his lunch shift as a Denny's chef, I use the word chef lightly though. I mean come on now, what completely half baked college freshman couldn't make an omelet just as adequate as this guys. None the less, This man clocks out from his day to day mundane life and ventures down the street to some hole in the wall bar , I'm gonna go with the name Barefoot Bernie's and He become "Captain Karaoke" . Jeff no longer exist and he's placed under a spotlight. In his mind, Elton John and Him are on stage together. Elton's busy tickling the ivories while The Captain is on top of the piano singing about electric boots and a mohair suit. He literally is Benny and The Jets. The song finally ends and all seven locals in the bar give him a round of applause. The rest on his night is spent waiting to get back on that stage and become someone else once again.

This is why karaoke continues to reoccur, because it's damn sure not the talent. How many times have you heard some pack of drunk girls, most likely celebrating someone 23rd birthday, butcher some song like Goodbye Earl by the Dixie Chicks or The Power of Love by Celine Dion. Karaoke is not just the idea of people being able to have a good time and let go. For the avid karaoke goer, it is the escape. For those brief 4 minutes and 29 seconds the karaoke addict becomes Elton John and his omelet job is no longer existing. Better yet, If he does a good job on stage, the seven acquaintances in the bar, instantaneously become his best friends because I mean come on what doesn't bring people together like alcohol and the ability to sing along to Billy Joel's Piano Man. So what does karaoke do? Karaoke gives this shmuck the feeling of being free, being something he's not and This is where his alter ego begins. "Captain Karaoke" would never flip fry your bacon for you. Captain Karaoke always has the ability to woo the women with his velvet like voice and Captain Karaoke does not drive a hatchback 1994 Honda Civic. This is exactly why Karaoke can be dangerous. It can truly become a drug, and that feeling of being someone else, addictive.

Go with me on this one. What if Karaoke was recognized as an addiction. What if KA meetings we're held in the playroom of methodist churches across the country. Every meeting would begin with people like Jeff describing close incounters with audio equipment and his almost set back with a megaphone. I would just have to sit through one of those meetings, just once.

Karaoke is pretty much like any drug honestly. It gives the addict false feelings and for certain amount of time the ability to escape from it all. Is it as dangerous? Obviously not. Embarrassing though? You know it.

The beginning of something epic-ish

Hello fellow bloggers. Being that my future career is hopefully one in journalism, I figured I would hone in on my craft with one of these "blogs". What is a blog? who started it? and who the hell decided on the word blog? Come on now people, there has to be more epic words out there than "blog". I mean was inter global exchange of awesome already taken? We even could of called it IGEA. Say it with me people I-G-E-A , it's so choice compared to blog.You know what my father always says, If you can't beat them , they're probably a bunch of douche bags. I'm only being facetious.

So now here I am, joining the league of bloggers, most of my team mates probably live in there grandmother's basement and fantasize about Edward Cullens far far to often. None the less, I will bring a good name to team blog. I will become the poster child for antisocial tards across the downstair basement of America. I will fight for the rights of the awkward and unamusing. I will blog , damn it.

heres goes nothing