Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset: An Inward-Looking Post

For the first time, I youtube-searched Modest Mouse's song Talkin' Shit About a Pretty Sunset --- this blog's namesake. The song is here. It's better to read the lyrics as two paragraphs:
Oh ... noose. Tied myself in, tied myself too tight. Looking kind of anxious in your cross armed stance, like a bad tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance. And I claim I'm not excited with my life any more, so I blame this town, this job, these friends, but the truth is it's myself. And I'm trying to understand myself and pinpoint where I am. When I finally get it figured out, I've changed the whole damn plan.

Talking shit about a pretty sunset. Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon. I've changed my mind so much I can't even trust it; my mind changed me so much I can't even trust myself.
First time I heard that song was in 1996 when the album was new and I liked 90% of indie rock on the market. Now indie rock is gone from my list of top interests but Modest Mouse sticks around, along with My Bloody Valentine, as two of the indie bands that don't grate my eardrums like Sarah Palin's voice after a few minutes.

The lyrics fit me well. I DO change my mind all the time and despite the fact that I sound confident on this blog so often, I could be convinced otherwise in most cases. If you met me in person, you'd realize I'm not much of a boastful bon vivant (most of the time).

I called three "life coaches" (yes, a real profession) today to find the right one. Apparently, most people who do that are women, but I don't give a fuck. God damn, I hate the way psychologists ask questions without giving advice so I'm not going to one of those. Maybe I need someone to coach me along. Anyone who knows a good one should let me know.

Damn, my life is good in many ways --- own two houses, zero debt, beautiful smart wife, wonderful family, international job, etc --- but something feels missing. Man, that sounds whiny, and I know lots of folks are MUCH worse off than I'll ever be --- I've met them --- but it doesn't matter.

Careerwise, I'm a jack of all trades, I suppose. I've been to enough foreign countries and all that --- fine. Part of my uneasiness is because I'm 34 and most people my age are set in their careers and hitting their stride now --- the time that they're making a good deal of money and their skill level surpasses those around them, something to take pride in. I don't really have that yet.

What I need is a few dudes to tell me to shut the fuck up, quit whining, and start pursuing my loves and passions. Shit, I've got plenty of those --- friends and passions. I suppose I'm just one of the millions of whining, soymilk-fed Americans --- the kind that I rail against so often on this blog. Yikes!
You really don't know me, but I'll say it anyway.

I'm 10 years younger than you and feel like I should be hitting my stride now, but you know what? Screw that.

You know what I do? I spend every waking moment I'm not working tying flies, having fun with my dogs and wife, and fishing.

Get up. Go outside. Get on your boat. Catch some fish. Life feels better after that. Stripers should be hot right now in your area. Go find them and then have a big neighborhood cookout.
Hey, Buddy...I got just the ticket!

Former Washington Redskins Coach Joe Gibbs spoke early Thursday evening at the Republican National Convention. The topic of his speech (replete with football analogies): God is our Coach!

And he has a game plan for us.

Gibbs said he hopes McCain/Palin will return God's word to a great America.

After the speech, the GOP faithful bumped and grinded to John Fogarity's "Put Me In Coach."
Why are you such a wuss? And what have you done with Lonnie Bruner? Please release him immediately and let him start writing this blog again.

I need my weekly dose of judgmental, conclusion jumping wild accusations and blame placing.

C'mon man. Do it for the people!
I'm a 32 year old female. I went through a similiar thing when I was turning thirty a coupla years ago and I started really feeling outta shape, old, wheezing from asthma and in creaky pain like a geriatric patient.

I decided to do something about it when I got the flu and it took me three weeks to recover. I hate the whole conventional, join a big box gym and hire a trainer sort of thing. I've always done shit MY WAY but needed coaching through the stuff I knew zero about.My way sucks when I don't know what I'm talking about....

I thought about my old athletic pursuits and decided to try one I had given up on almost two decades before-olympic boxing.

I had to quit smoking more than half a pack a day, of course. And lose weight.

I started running and eating better...Then I joined a team when I could run a mile without having to stop and catch my breath. Now I can run over ten miles-one mile in six minutes.I learned about Crossfit from my boxing coach.( politics suck but it's a great program.)

I changed jobs a year and a half ago.(Added another one as my hobby turned into obsession) and dropped thirty pounds. Since then, I've competed in state championships, and won a few bouts and will go to Golden Gloves in March.

Have fun. You're starting a new chapter.
You probably just need to buy an MPC1000 and learn how to sample, or learn how to set up planted aquariums.
you need a baby
Ditto on the baby.
Mommy had. a little baby.
There he is. fast asleep.
Hes just. a little plaything.
Why not. wake him up?
Cute. cute. little baby.
Little feet-feet. little toes.
Now hes comin to me.
Crawl across. the kitchen floor.

Baby, baby, please let me hold him
I wanna make him stay up all night
Sister, sister, hes just a plaything
We wanna make him stay up all night
Yeah we do

See him drink. from a bottle.
See him eat. from a plate.
Cute. cute. as a button.
Dont you wanna make him. stay up late.
And were having fun. with no money.
Little smile. on his face.
Dont cha love. the little baby.
Dont you want to make him. stay up late.


Here we go (all night long)
Sister, sister (all night long)
In the playpen...woo...(all night long)
Little baby goes, ha! (all night long)
I know you want to leave me...

Why dont. we pretend.
There you go. little man.
Cute. cute. why not?
Late at night. wake him up.


Here we go (all night long)
Sister, sister...woo...
(with the television on)
Little baby goes...woo! (all night long)
Hey, hey, baby! (all night long)
And he looks so cute (all night long)
In his little red suit (all night long)
Lonnie.........most people would do good to have a life coach to run things by. Babies might come sooner than you think if you are focused.JMHO
Okay...forget the Joe Gibbs thing. His plan didn't help the Redskins any.

But a baby did join our household this spring and suddenly those rude amplified preachers moved from our neighborhood to Chinatown.
I would say get yourself a baby but you are my last good friend who doesn't have one and I need your energy to sail once a year and build an entire (kickass) bar in your basement and drink for no great reason.

But from an unselfish POV the baby thing would do you well maybe. baby. you seem to like kids more than the average DINK hubby.
If you insist on taking other people's advice and have a baby instead of a sampler, I suggest you wait until the current crop of excellent super hero movies dies out. You can't take a baby to the movies.
Telling Bruner he needs to have a baby is the stupidest shit I've ever heard. Why would you decide to force an innocent and helpless person into your life just because you feel off focus or redirected or whatever?

Wanna quit drinkin, smoking, screwing around, fix/spice up your marriage, feel underwhelmed by your career prospects or generally useless? Have a baby!

That's not gonna fix anything.And people wonder why their kids grow up to hate them...

Whoa, someone's cranky. Actually, I think a baby would be quite nice about now.

"You are in more dire need of a blow job than any white man in history."
- Adrian Cronauer
"And people wonder why their kids grow up to hate them..."

No, all your statements serve to clarify is the reasons why you hate yourself.

You. Out of the gene pool.
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