RobZerrvations
Musings from a Meandering, Mischievous Mind
The Five People I Want To Meet.
A couple days ago Kat and I were watching The Five People You Meet In Heaven. If you haven't seen it, it's a great movie. You want to be in a good mood when you watch it because for a large part of the movie, it's a bit of a downer, largely because Eddie (played by John Voight) thinks his life has been a complete waste. One of the cool things you learn about in the movie is that we're all connected. We meet certain people for a reason here. We're all on this big blue ball to give something to...
I Said What?
Facebook is a wonderful thing. It's fun to go back in time to see what you thought, read what you said, and occasionally realize that you were totally out of your mind, spewing a string of nonsensical or banal B.S. that should have completely ended all life as we know it here on earth. I have been on Facebook since 2007. I know, a fairly early adopter. I had sensed the winds of change back when I was on MySpace. You remember that site. It was like Facebook Light. I saw that a couple of my...
The Wish Book.
The passing of another Christmas led me down a brief path of nostalgia, the Sears Wish Book. If you're too young to remember the Wish Book, the full color catalogue heralded the official arrival of Christmas. Yes, there was a time before the Internet when you could search by concept, brand or price and hundreds if not thousands of choices were returned to your computer screen in the blink of an eye. The Wish Book was an analog wonder, filled with all of the season's coolest things, all of...
Making Things Whole Again.
Money is pretty funny stuff when you think about it. It costs more to make a penny than a penny is worth. And a dollar, well, it's not really worth the paper it is printed on because it's not backed by anything of real monetary value, just a government promise that it's worth something. Most of us are beholden to the almighty dollar as it is sometimes called. It has been the subject of countless wars, endless jibes, thoughtful ruminations and on more than one occasion, caused the ruin of a man...
Sign, Sign, Everywhere A Sign.
It's funny how the journey that is our life contains so many signs. Some of them are warning signs, meant to convince us that a certain path is not one we want to take. Still, we like to ignore them, figuring that by shear willpower and want alone we can alter the course of our destiny. We can't, and eventually we find ourselves bitch slapped by the universe for staring it in the face and ignoring the signs it so thoughtfully placed along the way. At other times, we have signs that simply...
Stark Naked.
A funny thing happened to me a few weeks ago, something that continues to this very moment. It seems I find myself naked to the world. Well, not exactly the world in the classic sense. But a specific world that is very important to me. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I have been reduced to a pile of goo. Yes, this seemingly suave, debonair and articulate guy (hey, this is my story, I can be what I want), has been morphed into a guy who can't string two words together, blushes...
And Now A Word From Our Sponsor.
Television commercials have sure changed over the years. I suppose it hasn't been an overnight kind of change; change rarely occurs with such speed. Still, I'm not quite sure how we went from commercials with jingles we still can sing this day to ones that celebrate butt odor. Butt odor? We'll get to that in a moment. First, let's look at the commercials themselves. Now, I'm not going to revel and roll in nostalgia about the good old days. I don't really think that television commercials are...
Someone I Used To Know.
Whenever I've had a classically disastrous breakup, I tune into a part of my playlist that is not on a regular rotation. You know the ones. The Breakup Songs. They are the songs that let you move through the pain and past the hurt, songs that speak to you and soothe you. I have such a playlist. I even have a sub list of songs for specific failed relationships. No, I'm not going to share the hit list with you. Suffice it to say that these songs are really amazing in their own right, and have...
The Designated Sitter.
A friend of mine at work has all the makings of a pro sports star. He has those youthful, rugged good looks, a lanky frame and is the kind of guy every girl would love to take home to mom, or at least take home. I didn't know until recently that he actually was a baseball star in high school and had a promising career, until an injury to his arm sidelined him. Now, we all know I'm not very sporty, and my entire baseball career consisted of a stint on the intramural softball team in college...
Fabulous Parting Gifts.
Whenever we leave a relationship, we take something with us. Sometimes it's just what we have on our backs, our exit from the game of love so swift that there's no time to even thank the host for inviting you to play. At other times you get to choose your parting gifts. You come into the Newlywed Game with one set of prized possessions and you leave with an entirely different set. Depending on the situation, you may have brought little with you to trade, like the contestants on Let's Make a...
My Way Or The Skyway.
There was a time when luggage was made in the United States. In fact, the last of the great luggage manufacturers was right here in Seattle, turning out luggage for more than a century. If you've ever had a piece of Skyway Luggage then you know of this legendary company. They were quite the innovators in the world of suitcases, being the first to add such premium features as chromed hardware, vinyl coverings and yes, wheels. My own connection to Skyway occurred in August 1981. The company was...
Rollin’ On The River.
It's funny what comes to mind, sometimes. A casual observation, or in this case, a RobZerrvation, tumbles out of my mouth and before I know it, there is a cascade of follow-up thoughts that create an entirely different idea about what life here on this earth is all about. Suffice it to say, I hardly have all the answers, except to say that life is definitely a journey, one that takes a lifetime to experience and the only certain payoff at the end is death. Sorry to be a bit of a downer here,...