Random Expectation Thought of the Day.

Generally if you carry expectations on someone or something, you will be wrong 87.2 % of the time. The more you expect, the less you gain.

Life and Stories

Act 1: You get to know the protagonist and their qualities. Who they are, where they are from, what they do, and most importantly what they think they are going for. Act 2: The second act brings us into a B story which is most commonly a love interest. This is where things in a story start taking off and fun ensues. Otherwise this could be summed up as your twenties. The time in your life when you are going through your experiences and relationships to let you know what you want in your future. And around age thirty (sometimes) you find the (b story) thing you want. Your job takes you to new places and your life shows you around. The second act can at times be pretty long and it sometimes will have compartment acts along the way. Meaning other happenings and new smaller things. However this takes us into the midpoint of the movie and also into the midpoint crisis of life which is around 55 minutes into a movie. THE DREADED MIDLIFE CRISIS: Whats it going to be? What's happening right now? And with this Midlife Midpoint we enter into Act 3: The wrap up, the conclusion the answers to so many questions. Just when you start to figure it out things start coming to a end for you. Your journey and your life lesson is about to take form and hit it's stride. Death occurs, love ones move on, and what you were living for and those questions you walked with start to unravel and sort themselves out. The sorting out can be long and overdue but it's there. And just when all seems to be okay and all seems to be making sense.... We have our final image of the life and story and another blip in time has passed. And with that sometimes stories end a little early and inevitably leave us unsatisfied.

Hello Alcohol, I'm Josh.

Alcohol is poison. I’m done with it. Those words have been thought or spoken by man for many years and something tells me they are not going away. It gets me thinking about why, why do we do it? Why do we pump ourselves with a liquid that is absorbed into our body and makes us feel bad? Why do casually accept hangovers and sometimes gloat about how bad we feel? It is like an excuse to eat greasy food and lay in bed for a day. Hey man do you want to drink this? Oh yeah… “You’re going to wake up with a headache that doesn’t allow you to move, then you may throw up, you will feel like garbage, you have basically lost a day, oh and you are going to say some things you will either regret or forget. “ If you are a girl you can throw in being bloated too, if you care about such things. So this brings me to the why… Why do we do such things? OH WAIT. DUH- Alcohol is a miracle fluid, it allows you to say what you really feel, talk to whomever you want, let loose, and for a few hours actually feel more important than you did earlier. How in gods name do we contain the happenings of alcohol to put it in anything I have. It’s such a funny thing this whole alcohol craze, and it is not even close to ever thinking about going away. We need this, we have been conditioned to love alcohol. It’s kind of scary if you think about it, how people have the liquid courage to do whatever but not the sober courage. And what does all this mean what is this rambling? It’s nothing it’s nonsense and it’s preaching to the choir, so what am I writing this? Why does it seem like not one of these sentences makes any sense? Why I have had a little red line pop up under some of the most common words because I initially misspelled it? Cause I’m hungover and never want to drink again. See you soon old friend.

Wisconsin: Xmas 08 style

Wisconsin

I'm sitting in Wisconsin at this moment in time there is a winter wonderland outside, oh it's Christmas by the way. Merry Christmas. I'm originally from a place called "GREENDALE" now I live in LA. There is much to love about the midwest, but I think like wine it is an acquired taste. People are great, very friendly, they carry old school traditions, and most offer the helping hand. The negative side of Wisconsin: The massive amounts of drinking, the immediate fighting nature at bars, the segregation (believe it or not) and the narrow mindedness (of some). I have some of my greatest here so I'm not knocking things, but damn people can be extremely rude. How are some so helpful yet others are not? Is this how every place is? A friend once made a comment to me about Ohio and said "Oh there's good people everywhere" I truly believe that. And in Wisconsin's case, there are plenty of good people. My ramble and the point I am getting to here is I think the Mid(ish) area of Wisconsin is on the brink of either going one way or another, it is 2008(9) and people are not accepting various ways in life, life changes and I think now more than ever it is clear. Or maybe I am just 25 and nieve to the situation, one day I am going to be bitter and I am going to hate the change that is around me, I'll just keep it old school. Ahhh, I'm a walking contradiction. ANYWAY.... What is better than movies? I am willing to have the debate that movies are the coolest thing around town. Any town that is. There are a few things that could pop up and I could see them being a valid argument. Sex, Sports.... well that's pretty much it. And here is the difference, Sports are amazing but not always guaranteed to be there, also you many times need another person to play sports with. Sex you definitely need another person to play with. Sex is great, but it's not the variation of movies. If you can tell me you can have sex with more people in a day than movies you can see....maybe. I love movies, that have the ability to be watched at anytime, they have people that common day society admires, you make your own judgments, opinions, generate feelings, imitate life, and contribute to ideas. For me personally they are the perfect escape. And since it is my personal escape... come on now.

Common Law, Man's first 7

Common law among straight men: 1) You're out at a bar one drink leads to two, two leads to four, four leads to eight. You're drunk, walking around bumping into random people. Well you bump into the wrong guy. You bump into the guy who gets infuriated, he's upset you even brushed his shoulder. Fight time "What up bitch" "What up" And so it begins somehow your liquid courage has you jabbering back and forth like a NBA game. You two want to murder each other, you are one step from killing this guy. He has talked about your family, friends, and how badly he is going to kick your ass. BOOM A woman walks by. A really hot woman, a woman that makes you turn your head. And then it happens, the guy you want to kill murmurs some disgusting sexual term towards the girl. "Man I wanna .......... That girl" Before you know it you are shaking hands and slapping high fives with this guy you wanted to kill. All cause your distraction was turned and you two related on the most primal level. All of the fluff is gone and soon you guys are drinking together. Common Law 1- The Law of relating to trashy girls. And also a reason for women to dress like skanks. 2) Don't actually talk about sleeping with your friends mom. A few jokes here and there but you can't keep going with it. 3) Just like 2... Don't sleep with friends mom's. 4) You can't rat out some random guy if he is up to no good with a woman. If you see some guy with a girl and you know you've seen with with another girl at some point. All of a sudden you're jealous cause you want the girl so you blurt out some comment spoiling this guys night and you end up not getting the girl... Most of the time. 5) Can't steal friends jokes in front of them. Just not cool. 6) Can't comment on the small penis size of a guy in front of a girl... Again, not cool. 7) Can't out your friends about lack of money. .....

In wine there is truth, and adventure

Yesterday my chest was hurting for no reason what so ever. So I decided that I need some red wine cause they say all purple things are good for your heart. So I walked down to this place called GreenBlatts Deli. Walked in and said "I just want a glass of wine" they were kind of nice to inform me that of course I could have some wine, I just needed to sit down. So I sit. I gander over the menu for a few minutes until the lovely Emily came up and asked what I wanted... Me: I was kind of thinking of getting a glass of wine, but I notice that the prices for the bottle aren't too different. Waitress: Yeah they are not too far off, but I know that wine is good (points it out on the Menu) I mean hey, it's a adventure. And boom there it was, they key word... Adventure. This waitress had seemingly and unknowingly just tempted and pretty much pushed my buttons. If this were the wild west I would have considered this a complete challenge and I'd be going toe to toe with a gunslinger... So we resume... Me: Oh I didn't want a whole bottle though. Waitress: It's okay you can take it home with you, we will cork it up and send you on your way. Interesting I thought, cool little establishment they had going. So there I was, sitting solo style at GreenBlatts having a glass of wine. I observed the many people around me and started to make some life decisions and conclusions. I dropped in on many conversations to see what people were talking about, watched two girls get drunk and spin there wine like it was being sucked in a vacuum, and I proceeded to drink 75 percent of the bottle. So I haven't had red wine in a moment, and sitting alone I didn't feel too tipsy. At one point in my deep thought of my wine drinking my waitress asked me if I was okay, cause apparently when I think I get this possessed look of disturbance written on my face. I was fine. On several occasions I was passed and shot the looking eye by a few gay men. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I am however straight yet I think I am mistaken for gay more times than not. I made the adult decision and I said- "I'm going to leave" I asked my waitress for the bill, she left to get it. Now lets pause for a second... Remember my contemplation of a glass or a bottle and it was my waitress who told me to go bottle. She told me I could just "Take it Home with me" Well as I was waiting I corked the bottle myself, sat with my cash in hand and waited. She came back with the check and a brown bag for the bottle of wine. I look at the check and see something funny, something unexpected... a weird fee. 10.95- for the bottle 5.95- corkage fee Corkage fee? What the hell? Why am I paying half the price of my bottle of wine to put the hat back on the bottle? What the f? I looked over my bill and the extra fee and a few thoughts and conclusions came to me... 1) was this woman supposed to tell me about the fee. I guess if she mentioned the corkage fee in the beginning I would have either a) acted like it wasn't a big deal and payed it anyway to avoid me looking awkward or b) drank the entire bottle to avoid it 2) this woman who was seemingly very nice and who was obviously busy wasn't nice like I thought- she was nice for the money, she was in it for a extra 6 dollars. 3) Should I say something? 4) Should I uncork and have her do it herself to prove my point. 5) And here is the part that got me. She misled my adventure. My adventure was not supposed to go like this... My adventure wasn't supposed to have a extra 6 dollars attached to it. So I did what I feel anyone would do. I avoided the confrontation (this time) I took out my 20 and payed the 17.81 bill. Took my bottle and walked out very fast, and very upset. I walked past the gay men, the two girls I observed, and the new couple who were waiting for a seat for ten minutes. All of them could see my anger, or was it just that I was now drunk? Red Wine drunk... the worst of all of them. I ended up walking home, I called my mom like a kid and complained. She listened as mom's do, but she lives 2,000 miles away, and I am 25 years old. She can't do anything. I walked, pondering the intention of the girl and how to handle the situation... And all I can conclude that many internal questions I thought were answered were just delayed with the spiderweb of questions spread from just one singular question. Somehow life became a little more confusing yet clearer at the same time. Greenbaltts and wine did it... somehow, some way. It's the fable of the Red Wine Adventure. Josh

NBA SEASON, election, talking to Dogs

THE ELECTION: We have witnessed history no more president Bush in office. It doesn't matter who you are or what you believe the undeniable truth is that if you stayed up and watched- You saw histroy. And if you didn't stay up, you are around for it. I hate when people will talk to me about political beliefs so I leave it at this... But I am pretty happy.

First of all... Allen Iverson was traded to the Detroit Pistons for basically Big Shot Chauncy Billups. Pretty crazy, it is disappointing to see some of the greatest players of all time to be traded or released and end up on a different team. Iverson is one of those guys, honestly I wish he finished in Philly but for some reason I could see him Detroit. It's like Shaq, he is so washed up at this point and he is on the Phoenix Suns...??! And just cause I have to throw this in there... Brett Favre, do you understand how difficult it is to see Brett Favre in a jersey that does not say I'M BRETT FAVRE FOR THE GREENBAY PACKERS. It's horrible. I guess this is just the world of sports as we know it.

TALKING TO DOGS: I hate when people talk to dogs as if they know their inner thoughts. Do people really know what dogs are thinking when they are sitting down? I have fallen victim to this as well, I'm not gonna lie. But I catch myself and settle it down real quick.

But seriously, why assume a animals thoughts?