RobZerrvations
Musings from a Meandering, Mischievous Mind
I Got My Mojo Back.
As you saw a couple days ago, re-enacting and the desire to get laid really took its toll on me. Things had gone so far downhill that I had not only begun to lose my soul, but worse, my Pirate Mojo. I remember the day I first got my mojo. I was in the party room at the Tropics Hotel in 1983. I was tending bar in the Seafair Pirate party room when the sun rose in the sky and I didn't care if I ever worked again or ever returned home to my then wife. I just wanted to be a pirate. It was magical....
Don’t Tell Me I’m Over-reenacting!
I have a confession to make. I was once a reenactor. A pirate reenactor to be exact. I'm better now, thank you. I have managed to overcome the problem through a lot of hard work and the unwavering support of my good friends and members of my family. Reenactor rehab wasn't easy. For a time, I desperately wanted to make a deal for a tent again. I never liked them, mind you. But they were necessary if you wanted to reenact. So was the box. I never liked the box either, but it was the only way I...
Leave Me Alone Donald. I Have The Trump Card.
I knew the writing was on the wall as soon as CNN posted a copy of President Obama's birth certificate. Within moments, the phone rang. "Hello, CommuniCreations, Robb speaking!" I answered in my somewhat professional manner. "This is Mr. Trump, Robb. I want to speak with you." Wow, I could work for Donald Trump. Maybe he wanted me to do some creative work for him at his casinos. I had almost worked at a casino once, in Las Vegas. But the guy I signed the deal with disappeared suddenly....
Connecting the Dots…
Like most people, I used to think I exercised a lot of control over my life. I could make the decisions that would guide me on the path toward riches and fame, a long lasting marriage, a rewarding career and a well earned reputation in the community. Boy, was I wrong. I have long since discovered that control is a just illusion. It's a compensator of sorts that keeps us alive when we're young. Much like instinct, the sense of being in control lets us tackle things we would never do if we knew...
The Sound of Silence.
Spring has sprung and the snowbirds are going home. Thankfully. Once again, all the out of state plates are heading back north and the streets, shops and stores are once again mine and mine alone. Well, almost mine. Few people probably know what it's like living in a snowbird town. Not even the snowbirds do, since they are only here seasonally. Usually the first of the motor homes and cars begin to arrive around mid October and into early November. These refugees from the winter cold stay...
The Nissan Leaf? It Blows!
I never thought I'd live long enough to see the day when our once adrenaline and testosterone infused country would become a society of wusses. But there it is, right before my very eyes - the downfall of our society - the Nissan LEAF. I remember back in the day when families all over this country coveted cars with really cool names. They were downright bitchin': Barracuda, Firebird, Cutlass, Thunderbird -- the list goes on. They were the epitome of what it was like to be an American......
I Feel Brand New. Do You?
I was watching Morgan Spurlock on TED.com this morning. If you don't remember him, he's the guy who ate nothing but McDonald's food for 30 days and lived to not only tell about it, but make a movie, Supersize Me. Anyway, he was talking about his latest project, The Greatest Movie Ever Sold. The entire movie is paid for by the companies that are in it. It is a movie about brands, paid for by the brands themselves. The most poignant part of the story about the making of this movie was that his...
Facebook: My Virtual Office.
I was trying to enjoy the musical Buddy Holly at my local theater last week. No, this isn't the Buddy Holly Story with a channeled Gary Busey. It was local professional theater. During intermission, I checked in on Facebook and there was a post from my friend Cassie about my post about using my mother's ashes and how I shouldn't have used them as litter for the cat. First, I have to say that my mother is very much a live. So, you need not worry about this transgression being true - at least...
If There’s Not A Word For It, Make One Up.
As you know, I have something of a love affair with words. Unlike those pesky numbers that always tripped me up in math class, words have no wrong answers. Best of all, you don't even have to use the words that can be found in the average dictionary. You can always make one up on the fly. Try doing that with numbers. Counting out loud, "one, two, three, four, five, splink" doesn't exactly work, unless you're trying to perform New Math. But words, wow! They are just begging to be made up. Even...
What Chapter Am I On?
I've been writing my pirate memoirs recently. Or should I say, still. It covers the last 30 years performing as a pirate. It's about 70,000 words long right now and I haven't yet passed 1995. I still have a ways to go it seems, and worse, I keep adding memories every week. A friend chided me recently about why it wasn't done yet recently, and I unthinkingly replied, "Because I'm still living the damned book!" And that's what brought me to my most recent thought. Life itself is just like a...
Churn It Up And Churn It Out!
When I was a young budding journalist, I remember going on a high school field trip to the Seattle Post Intelligencer. This was back when they were still downtown and the big world globe shone brightly on the bustling streets of Seattle. You could literally soak in the scent of fresh newsprint pouring from the building as old men sat bent over their linotype machines, hot lead turning into the hot news of the day. Part of our visit included the daily news editor meeting. All the editors would...