Rambling Thoughts on Rambling...

By Dragonmaker · Mar 6, 2011 · ·
  1. I was sitting on my sofa and thinking, "It's been a long time since I got out and just aimlessly roamed the countryside. Maybe I should plan to take the biggest of my four dogs and just start walking, an Ozark Mountains "walkabout" that might take me to an entirely new life. In fact, it might even reanimate my existence in ways I can not guess at from the safety and comfort of the sofa. Then, as if it were an epiphany delivered by some unseen power, I realized the last time I left the safety and comfort of a sofa to "walkabout", I left a job of nearly eighteen years, a marriage of the same span, and the Northeastern part of the country to arrive a few days later in Midwest Texas! Yeah, it worked out okay in the long run, but it sure was a longer journey than I anticipated. Today is more like a day to surf the Internet and go places I could never go by auto, foot, or plane, or train! Space...my final frontier only to be realized through the magic of my computer.

    Did I say, "my computer"? I did, didn't I? I guess the cat's out of the bag now! Everyone on the planet will flock to my home, (assuming I tell them where I REALLY live!), just to see my magical computer...it's not like anyone else's you know. I kid you not. My computer is both a work of high-tech and magic combined to take me places and let me record those journeys of flight and fancy.

    What else? For now, I'll give your brain a break from the brainless ramblings of one with little to concern themselves with...beyond of course, world hunger, ever worsening levels of education, religious fervor, failed technological promises, corrupt politics (is there any other kind?) and more...:D

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  1. Dragonmaker
    Okay, it's another day or two and I find the blogs posted herein are so much fun and so interesting to read, I have no time to write anything on this one! But, as with all human endeavors, it takes organization, time, and the internal fortitude to accomplish. I live in the United States, and can therefore not legally drive anywhere above the speed of 75 miles per hour. The new Cadillac is advertised as having a top speed of one-hundred ninety miles an hour - a speed I, of all people, can appreciate, but no longer understand the ability to obtain and sustain. When I was MUCH younger and a lot less concerned with longevity, especially my own, I drove a few fast, powerful, American made rockets and had a great time doing it. So, in the final analysis everyone who can afford it should run out and buy a new Cadillac. After that they should race right out and SPEED all about the state in which they live. Get a few speeding tickets, and if they're as cool as I once thought of myself, they might be forbidden from driving in that same state! Yeah, that's a load of fun and makes you really special. State police love you like no other...the guy who stopped, took his punishment and cannot return legally, and is too cowed by that HUGE fine to do so willingly. And therein lies the rub - when you live in a state that you have been banned from driving in, it makes your life a whole lot less - ummm....cool! But, to do all that in a Cadillac that can top one-hundred and fifty miles an hour would be an honor, would it not?
    My backyard fence was vandalized by some children recently, and I wonder if their parents would care if they knew? These are, after all, children of the modern era, not my time or place, but one I find myself in out of as much choice as opportunity. Is there anyone who can tell me when the children of America became so brazen as to destroy property not of their own, without a second thought as to any consequences. Because, unless I, or my wife, catch these little criminals there will be no consequences. And if we do, those will be on us, not them! Why? Simple. There's nothing you can do to make kids understand the wrong they do. They grow up to be unthinking, uncaring adults who hurt others indiscriminately, and still they pay no consequences. Well, not all the time, granted - not even most of the time. But, hey, just ONE gets away with a crime of juvenile means and we, the oldsters of the world, surge forward in righteous indignation. Truth be told, I have four small dogs that bark at anyone on the other side of our privacy fence and the kids love to talk to them and try to pet them. If they'd come to the door and knock, we'd let them in to play with the dogs and have even allowed one or two to take one of them for a walk, which both dog and child seemed to enjoy tremendously. Thing is, we get set in our ways and even become paranoid at the smallest of intrusions upon our lives. When did this happen? I feel it happened the same moment I discovered I had become old, while not being old simultaneously. In years, I'm not old in years, but hey, a tree isn't old in years compared to a mountain, so it all depends on one's point of view.
    With that, I'll close for now and have my dinner, after which I'll harness a dog to its "rig" and go for a walk about the neighborhood, where children thankfully live, reminding me that once upon a time, I was small, thoughtless, and just as criminally intent on occasion. Why? I didn't know any better, and there's no better excuse at the time.
  2. Dragonmaker
    It's 0506 and I seem to be having yet another bad night without sleep visiting me. So, I started to write some thoughts on a pad I keep beside my bed for the purpose, when it occurred to me I could be blogging instead and saving myself a lot of hand cramps! To this date I've had three carpal tunnel operations and currently suffer from bilateral CT that plays havoc with my fun and games alike. It's easier to type than to write longhand, so I guess the sofa is the place to find me for the next half-hour or so.

    Here's what I was writing about while sitting up in bed and wondering why I have so much trouble getting to sleep...

    I have heard that most physicists believe the universe is expanding outward into the vast empty reaches of space, but questions seem to lead to answers not in keeping with that theory...not entirely at least. I profess NO education beyond my own efforts to learn and understand basic theory of creation, attraction, eternal existence and a few others within the grasp of a self-professed fool. Yet, there are times I think I'm too shallow to even look at the water, much less try to tread for any length of time.

    If the Big Bang is the way to go for starting something as insanely huge as a universe, my first question is just this: Is it a matter of pure supposition that we mere mortals believe the center of the universe is able to be known by studying the path of fleeing systems and other object consisting of mass and/or energy? My problem is then that in a space of infinite expanse, what makes anyone so sure the Big Bang is the only event to ever happen without the eyes of Man seeing it? Hmmmm.....
  3. Dragonmaker
    Another evening is begun and it's 2158, or 9:58 to the non-military minded among us. That means that other folks my age are getting ready for bed, while those among us with medical problems, insomnia, or just a bad case of the heeby-jeebies are at their computers writing about some phase of their existence they, for one, find interesting. If not interesting, at least curious. I find my own life to have been curious to this point. For one thing, I wonder why my wife of twenty years cares about me. There's so many beautiful things about her and I find new ones every damn day, so my love and affection is well understood and justified. But - I am no prize. When we met I was always angry, discontent with my life and trying to find some way to improve my lot in the scheme of things. Not easy solutions mind you. Not my way. I wanted to start a company and we did. For every dream I fostered, my wife stood beside me and dreamed it with me. Even when one idea crashed and burned, it was not my way to quit on the dream of self-reliance. Pamela, (my wife), would take my hand and smile that beguiling smile of hers and we would walk into the flames of discovery together. Yep, we crashed and burned more than once! But, we kept coming back for more. I often sit late at night, in the darkened living room and wonder about anyone's fortitude in the face of failure. What drives Humans to demand more of their lives...of themselves? I don't really have an answer, for myself or anyone else, just the question and that only breeds other queries.
    If by some great stroke of luck, you have any answers, or think you do, feel free to set them down herein or email me if you want to remain anonymous. Fine by me. No names, no friendships, no lingering after-smell - just two folks trying to resolve issues that worry our minds and hearts. What the hell, tomorrow I might have a brain-fart and all the answers to all the problems that have ever plagued Mankind. Until then, I'll go and play Fallout 3, where the problems have definitive solutions and my ability to survive is only outclassed by that of the wild dogs roaming the world!
  4. Dragonmaker
    Another evening is begun and it's 2158, or 9:58 to the non-military minded among us. That means that other folks my age are getting ready for bed, while those among us with medical problems, insomnia, or just a bad case of the heeby-jeebies are at their computers writing about some phase of their existence they, for one, find interesting. If not interesting, at least curious. I find my own life to have been curious to this point. For one thing, I wonder why my wife of twenty years cares about me. There's so many beautiful things about her and I find new ones every damn day, so my love and affection is well understood and justified. But - I am no prize. When we met I was always angry, discontent with my life and trying to find some way to improve my lot in the scheme of things. Not easy solutions mind you. Not my way. I wanted to start a company and we did. For every dream I fostered, my wife stood beside me and dreamed it with me. Even when one idea crashed and burned, it was not my way to quit on the dream of self-reliance. Pamela, (my wife), would take my hand and smile that beguiling smile of hers and we would walk into the flames of discovery together. Yep, we crashed and burned more than once! But, we kept coming back for more. I often sit late at night, in the darkened living room and wonder about anyone's fortitude in the face of failure. What drives Humans to demand more of their lives...of themselves? I don't really have an answer, for myself or anyone else, just the question and that only breeds other queries.
    If by some great stroke of luck, you have any answers, or think you do, feel free to set them down herein or email me if you want to remain anonymous. Fine by me. No names, no friendships, no lingering after-smell - just two folks trying to resolve issues that worry our minds and hearts. What the hell, tomorrow I might have a brain-fart and all the answers to all the problems that have ever plagued Mankind. Until then, I'll go and play Fallout 3, where the problems have definitive solutions and my ability to survive is only outclassed by that of the wild dogs roaming the world!
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