I Think I've Found The Logic

How did Whomever come up with the word "bowling" for the name of his newly invented pastime? There is no bowl involved in any aspect of the sport. I have gone through entire 10 frame matches, several matches a day, and never once considered the correlative relationship between my actions and the concaved container I ate my breakfast out of that morning.

Now, this leads me to the obvious next question: Which came first - the Bowl or the sportsman Bowler? And then there's the Super Bowl! No bowls will be found on any football player's list of equipment neccessaties.

I'll tell you what I think. I think the guy that invented Bowls, the original Bowler, was an avid athlete. I think he probably loved competative and leisurely sports just as much as he loved the idea of making decorative half spheres. I'm sure it goes without saying that the The Bowler was a wealthy person since life without bowls is practically inconceivable, so he probably used his wealth to corner the market on pin bashing and championship American football.

That would make sense to me and it seems to correlate well with the history of the actual sport: www.bowlingmuseum.com/history.asp

Hide the Obvious in a Paradox

Can't keep it together. Want to let it all slip from the hold. Can't go it alone. But there's wishing.
Last piece of inspiration... Six tracks in and still on the radio.
Digging for originality amongst the not, like starving bastards in other worlds of One. Even the filthy and diseased passes through the lips of the empty.
Think there's answers on the other side of three dimensions. So many theories for so many stories, but no one is going to take the blame for this One.
Fantasy feeds off reality to nurture the unborn in her womb.
Both share one breath from lungs trembling under a heavy heart... Always wish out of hopelessness.
Image over honesty is everything amongst the hypocrites. Hidden intimacy with anyone else. Why keep them around?
...Can't go it alone. But there's wishing.

for my brother

(The title is in lower case because this is for my little brother. My "Big Brother" stopped coming to pick me up after school about 14 years ago. I think he was arrested and kicked out of the Boys and Girls club program all together..?)

First, I'd like to point out the relevence of this blog because I am venturing to say that it is the first ever written word to begin with a parenthetical.

Second, today's blog is dedicated to my brother, Two Guns. A young "Comedic Literary" if you will. He is an aspiring writer and I think his comedy is brilliant. Right now he's in school studying that writer's stuff... I believe he also told me he's minoring in occupational therapy in hopes of one day finding a cure for not only Writer's Cramp but also Writer's Block. Anyway, check out his blog because it has some extremely funny writing hidden in the subtleties of his words. It's in my opinion that he'll make a great jouranlist or novelist or occupational therapist or waiter one day.

Now, with all that said, I feel it should be known that he most definitely received his seemingly raw talent for comedy directly from my side of the family.

It's true, without the constant dosage of elderly brother abuse I don't believe there is any way that he would have become the awkward introvert that he is today. And without the constant nurturing of ridicule that I bestowed upon him day after day YEAR after YEAR how could he be quite as articulate in his subtle (some might say passive) literary irony? I think it impossible.

So, ...sh#$! Writer's block. Find that cure, my funny lil' kin. God's speed.

My Favs -

The commercials are back! No, no they never really left, but the laugh is back. My favorite side splitters right now are:

1. Geico's Caveman commercial where they apologize and one caveman orders roast duck with the mango salsa.

2. The Starburst commercial with the mariachi band jammin' in the guy's mouth until he bites down on them and presumably kills all of them.

3. A portion of a T-mobil commercial where the Dad is only disappointed in the phone charges no matter what his kids are accomplishing or unaccomplishing in life. The point that makes me laugh is when Dad walks in on son to discuss the phone bill. Son is wearing Mom's dress and trying to apply makeup... Thinks he's busted, but Dad doesn't even notice.

Is There A Doctor In The House?

My computer is sick. It has some kind of a virus that is screwing everything up. I feel horrible about the whole situation. It's my fault. And now with it being so nice outside all poor Compy wants to do is go outside and stretch his software with all of the other Gigs and Bytes, but I've quarantined him in my bedroom. Anyone out there know what I can do? I'm trying to download antivirus software, but this bug won't let me complete any of the downloads! (sigh) Poor, poor Compy...