RobZerrvations
Musings from a Meandering, Mischievous Mind
And The Antser Is…
I used to marvel at ants. They were such industrious little critters. Especially red headed ants. Now, I don't know what their real species is, we just called them red headed ants because their heads were, well, red, while the rest of their bodies were black. As a kid, things are that simple. We knew four different types of ants. Brown ants, black ants, carpenter ants and red headed ants. It was much simpler in Seattle than in Florida, where I came to discover a host of other ants, none of...
Match.arf
Having been off the dating circuit for a while, I no longer have to spend my days looking for love in all the wrong places. While I know online dating sites have benefited many, my own efforts were a bit hit and miss, largely because I would see things in a profile that were huge red flags. I guess my glass was never half full enough to be good dating material. But that doesn't mean these sites are useless. In fact, I have come to believe that the whole idea may have been picked up by others...
Give Me Some Beans. Now!
I am an addict. There, I said it. I didn't really know I was one until this weekend. I flew in from the other side of the country. As such, I didn't have any coffee. I never drink coffee when I fly because I know I will end up having to pee like a racehorse as soon as I get on the plane. And since I won't use the restrooms on the plane because of that whole hit turbulence, get my butt stuck in the seat thing, I just will make do without coffee. I didn't have coffee on Sunday either, largely...
Where The Auction Is.
My memoirs have brought back a lot of memories for me and it's been fun to share them with the world, including my friends, many of whom are in it, usually for good reasons. While I was still in Port Orchard, living the vida loca in Washington State, I started to get into collecting movie memorabilia. Now, I'm not one to collect just any old piece of memorabilia. It has to be from pirate movies, of course. It all started innocently enough. I was perusing Amazon.com's auction site one day (yes,...
East Meets West.
When I was a kid, I thought that the states really did have lines between them. After all, I'd never been on plane so I couldn't see the states from above. But when we went to Oregon in our car, we'd cross a state line and signs on either side would say "You're Leaving..." and "Welcome to...". I just figured that I didn't see the actual line because we happened to be passing through the space between the dashes. When I was 24, I learned the awful truth. I felt a bit like an idiot by then, so I...
Coming Home.
I went home Saturday. No, not for a visit as in times past. But home to live. For those who are new here, home is Seattle. I was born there. Up until eight years ago, it was the only place I had ever lived, well, outside of that one month I lived in San Mateo, California with Psycho. Some of my friends in Florida think I'm nuts to move back to the Pacific Northwest where for large parts of the year, it is gray, drizzly, damp and cold. After all, where I was, it's sunny some 200 days a year....
Signs, Signs, Everywhere A Sign.
I am a big believer in signs. No, not the ones on the side of the road that say "No Outlet" or other useless instructions designed for the morons of the highways and bi-ways of America as well as the union workers paid to paint them. I'm talking about the signs that direct us where we should be in our lives. In my own life, the signs began to appear in September. I innocently scheduled a trip to Seattle as you may remember. That trip was a real eye opener for me, largely because I was caught...
Get Off Me!!!!
I did one of my rare shopping trips to the grocery store recently. I guess I haven't been to a store for a while. Either that, or it's the first time I noticed that there was a container of sanitary wipes by the shopping carts. Well, not sanitary wipes, but the ones that are designed to kill all those nasty bacteria that others supposedly left behind on the grip of the cart. This always has amused me. It amuses me even more now because I was watching a microbiologist speak over the weekend...
Chains, My Baby’s Got Me Locked Up In Chains.
I wrote some time ago about stuff. As you know, George Carlin really said it all, that all we really need in this world is what we carry in our wallet. As I ready all our worldly possessions for their transcontinental journey, I am reminded that this is all too true. I seem to have entered into a Jacob Marley existence and I'm having trouble shaking it. If you recall, Jacob Marley was Ebenezer Scrooge's partner. When he died, he was burdened with the chains he had forged in life, made link by...
A Plot As Thick As Thieves.
As most of you know, I am in the process of moving. Ah, that gypsy spirit, once again sending me across country in search of adventure... or income... or... It's an unusual time here at the old housienda. I have been traveling back and forth between Seattle and Floriduh over the past six months, dividing my time between my new life and my old life which I am bringing with me to the new one. If you're confused, join the club. I have been living out of suitcases and boxes for almost half a year...
Sorry, I Forgot My Part.
As a guy, I am a bit unusual. At least for a straight guy. You see, I like musicals. I always have, ever since Mary Poppins sang "A Spoon Full of Sugar" and Dick Van Dyke danced with animated penguins on the big screen at the Roxy Theater in Renton. I love the concept of musicals in general. In an otherwise traditional movie, a musical number begins, everyone in the place seems to know the lyrics and even the dance steps, and then, when all is sang and done, everyone just goes back to their...
Here Comes Peter Cottontail…
You'll have that song in your head for the rest of the day now. As we all know, it's Easter, the queer time of the year when we try to convince our children that an especially large, yet very stealthy rabbit, will break into our home in the middle of the night and hide chicken eggs that we only finished coloring last night. With any luck the bunny will also leave chocolate renditions of himself along with other barnyard animals behind too, letting you know that even in a vegetarian family, at...