Friday, September 30, 2022
Wednesday, February 9, 2022
My Bumps in the Night
Hello world.
I know that I have been absent from pretty much all social activity, save for the random Facebook memories that I repost that fill me with nostalgia. They give me comfort and some last lingering thread to the real world. On the flipside of that coin, my personal reality, pain is what really traps me within myself and steals me away from further interactions, such as this. Right now, I'm having a "pain remission" that allows me a limited amount of time to actually speak. Well, type, actually. So, I feel like I should use this time wisely to "talk" to you, whoever you are that is reading this.
My pain. Let's put it all on the table. Over the past year or so (time is hard to grasp in these days of perpetual isolation), I've started to develop what we think is rheumatoid arthritis. My hands go absolutely bonkers. Fingers and joints swell, my wrist has developed a lump, and then there's the burning sensations all through the palms from what we can only believe is nerve damage. All of this is totally random, mind you, so it's been quite the interesting roller coaster of misery. That's the bulk of the main physical issue.
Secondary to the shit-show that are my hands, I've started developing... well... bumps. Noticeable growths on other parts of my body, all connected to the bone. They are hard lumps that usually do not cause any discomfort. There's one on my arm, a couple on my knees, one prominent one on my foot, and I'm sure there are others not yet discovered. Probable riddled with the damn things. This revelation is... troubling, yes, but has really started to prompt me to delve within. I'll explain...
Aside from the obvious depression that comes so easily to me after long isolation, most self-inflicted, there's been a lingering thought... of death. Don't get me wrong, I don't WANT to die, those days are very far behind me. Besides, I failed all of those, so why try again? I joke, so chill. I mean, I have been thinking about the inevitability, or the possibility, of my last days. I've actually, chillingly so, made such beautiful serene peace with it and embraced the idea that this will all pass for me. Eventually...
I think about what I leave behind. Friends, family, fur babies, all my loved and cherished, but is there really a legacy? Is there something poignant about Brandon "Brad" Nead Sharp? Sure, there's a silly little book out there by a Zaxxon Q Blaque, whoever the fuck that is anymore. I haven't seen that bastard for years, which is why I'm doing all of this. He was my legacy. He was my muse. He was my... soul. I hear a whisper from him as I'm typing this, which is always the case when creating, but now it's soft and muffled. Like trying to talk through the clenched hand of death.
Yes, of course we are trying to see a doctor or a specialist, but they are not responding. As if they know their help would be useless since I can't afford to be alive in America. Even striving for some sort of disability assistance seems fruitless with all of the stories and actual personal witnessing of the failed system continuously denying the sick. This entire thing is going to be a struggle, even without the symptoms. America- Land of the (it's) free (to die). It's cheaper to not exist... for everyone involved.
Sometimes my mind is clear. The way it was when I started typing. Riled up for a literary mission of some sort, not knowing where it's going or even the point of this wordy mess. Now, the fog is knocking at the door and the pain is crawling through the windows and settling into my wrist and hands. I think about death a lot now, and I even think I see it. In my periphery. It seems closer...
Friday, December 3, 2021
Roseanne/The Conners Lost Scene
Thursday, June 3, 2021
BUSSY!!!
*showing this to the hubby*
Him: Bussy?
Me: Boy pussy.
Him: What?
Me: Boy pussy!
Him: What?!
Me: BOY👏🏻PUSSY👏🏻!!!
Him: Oh my god, stop yelling "boy pussy" by the open window!!!
I just lose it, but internally I'm screaming, "Stop making me laugh! You're making me sputter-fart! They're so hot, I don't know if I'm shitting myself!"
So, there I was, laying on my back, legs kicking in the air, lost in a fit, just laughing and farting like a toddler, not knowing if I was "making" without my husband doing the mommy two finger check in the back.
No. I did not "make". And no. He did not check.
Then, this scene is so vivid in my mind:
*Dog walker passing our house*
"Go poopies! Go p-"
"Boy pussy!"
"......... Uh..... G-go poo-"
"BOY PUSSY!!!"
"......... Hello, police?"
So, does this character think I'm demanding it, like, pounding the dinner table with a knife and fork, or is it a shout of surprise like I'm unwrapping some very inappropriate gift? "*gasp* Boy pussy! You shouldn't have!"
One of the top three funniest moments in my life!
Friday, April 30, 2021
Why Wry, My Sly Eye Sty?
Little sty on my eye
Why do you make me cry
Hurts so much I want to die
What'd I do, tell me why
How I hate you, little sty
I will murder you, you can rely
A hot poker to make you fry
A quick pop and a sigh
Until then, I'll just lie
And scream, "FUUUUUUUUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUCK! FUCK YOU STY! FUCK YOU! FUCKING FUCK!"
Been watching a lot of South Park since I can only see shapes and colors, so it's best to hear all of that in Cartman's voice. 😉 (not a wink, that's just my face now)
Friday, November 27, 2020
Dreams Be Weird, Yo
My dreams are so weird in the fact that they can set up full plots and details for a complete storyline and reference the details later on at the end of the dream. It's fascinating, really.
This morning, I woke from another strange one...
Quick dream setup: It was the early 80s, and I was working at a large hotel with a rather sizable staff. I was part of the dream-vague general staff (you'd think I'd make myself something more important like a manager, but noooooo). During one morning meeting, our manager stated that we had a new addition from one rival hotel. She was just another new member of the vague general staff named Cheryl. Wife, mother of two, and your typical middle-aged Midwestern with a faded red perm and large tortoise shell glasses. Very soft spoken, very sweet, very polite, and very chatty.
When asked by my small motley clique of employees (you know, the cool kids) why she left, she said that the last hotel was haunted. "Haunted?!", I said. "Yes! Really! Haunted!", Cheryl insisted, "Strange things would happen there all the time! It wasn't just that hotel; it was also the one I worked at before that one, and the one before that one, too! It's like it's following me!" The manager laughed and told her not to worry and that our hotel was not haunted in the slightest. My group and I laughed and reassured her not to worry. She smiled and relaxed a little in her chair.
The day went normally, and the night as well, but the next morning was chaos. A vacationing couple woke from their bed to find it was floating in the hotel pool. When my staff and I arrive, the couple was screaming something about a monster that did it. After we got them to safety, we spot something in the water. Sure enough, it was a creature, and it leapt out of the water and ran off. The odd thing about it was that it looked more like a small child wearing one of those old cheap plastic Halloween Costumes from a five and dime. Realizing this, I rolled my eyes and said, "Creature from the Black Lagoon? Really?"
When I said this, I saw another small figure run around the other side of the pool and hide in the lounge. As my crew and I look around, I told them (in trying-to-be-clever-dream-dialogue), "Okay, it looks like we're looking for your typical cereal box vampire." Just then, a kid jumped out in a full, deluxe version of a cheap Halloween costume. It was a well dressed figure, in a tux, sporting a red amulet, and spreading a cape as it posed intimidatingly... except, y'know, it was all in thin cheap painted plastic. He hissed through the slit in the mouth of the crudely painted vampire mask and ran off. "Okay, sorry, we're looking for the KING of the cereal box vampires, Dracula.", I turn to yell in the direction that the caped menace ran off in, "Better?!" We never found the kid, but to be fair, it was a half-assed search mission.
When I went downstairs to join the meeting about all of the crazy things happening in the hotel, I noticed that the front desk receptionist was acting frustrated and frazzled. When I asked her why, she told me that the phone keeps ringing, but when she answers it, there's nothing but a dial tone. I did a quick search of the desk area and found a micro cassette recorder and it was playing a tape on loop of the front desk phone ringing every thirty seconds. I turned it off, slipped it into my pocket, and let the receptionist know that she's good now. She thanked me, jaw agape.
I walk into the meeting area and sit in my usual assigned spot which happens to be close to the new employee, Cheryl. She's having a very in depth personal conversation with the woman next to her. They're having a good time sharing all sorts of details of their lives and experiences. She's a master at conversation and making people feel comfortable enough to open up to her. I also hear her not only spill details about herself, but about several other people by name, too. I was kind of amazed at how she dropped such personal details about others with such ease as to not rattle the other person she was speaking with and continue the flow. As I watched them, there was a scream.
We look over to an empty chair, and behind it is another employee, standing with her hand over her mouth, and looking down at the chair through a stream of tears. She wailed, "Who did this?! WHO. Did. THIS?!" We all looked confused. Before anyone could say anything, she ran from the room. When another woman looked in the chair, she gasped. She picked up a container of baby food as others started murmuring. I sat there in silence with the knowledge that the woman had recently had a miscarriage. I look at Cheryl who whispers to herself, "It's happening, again!" Suddenly, my magical dream detective mind starts to put the clues together.
"Cheryl?", I asked as I turned to her. She looked at me, "Yes?" I start my grilling, "About how many hours do you put into a typical workweek?" Confused, she says, "Oh, uh, I dunno... about 60-ish hours, give or take... but mostly give." I nod, "And do you know the name of the woman that just left?" Still bewildered, "Yeah. That was Connie. She just recently had a miscarriage. Oh, it was tragic. I told my husband about it and we both felt so awful and thanked the lord above for our two boys..." She went on and on as her voice faded.
Then it all clicked. I solved it. BUT, with this being set in dream territory, there's no satisfying end. I didn't get to actually solve it out loud to all of the other dream actors. It was all internal; Cheryl was a workaholic mom who didn't spend enough time with her kids, so they sabotaged her job with "supernatural" pranks so that the hotel would be shut down and she could spend time with them. That's it. Case solved. In my head.
As I was waking up and the dream was ending, the scene turned into one that was on a TV screen and I was the actor no more, but the spectator. Cheryl, according to the rules of a gay man's dream-space, launched into a song complete with subtitles so that I could sing along.
I never got to.
Sunday, July 19, 2020
Twenty-Twenty: Advice to Get By
Friday, November 15, 2019
The Only Man I Called 'Dad'
Monday, July 3, 2017
~MKP-TAG~
~MKP TAG~ Mortal Kombat Project Tag
My Mortal Kombat Project edit based on the latest releases of MKP V4.1-S2.9 (MKP4129) for MUGEN by Borg117 with a tag system added thanks to MKP Chairs Project (https://youtu.be/p-6CemuQ6PU). Credits for all components of the game are in their associated folders and files. All of the download links will be updated as I continue to make improvements and revisions.
Tag Attack = LP+HK
Tag Out = RUN+LK
Breaker = RUN+BLOCK
MKP4129 gets another huge update! Introducing the Tag System! Select "TAG", choose your fighters, and play MvC style! Use LP+HK to call your team member in for a special attack. Use RUN+LK to swap with your partner! The AI will control the secondary characters, so there is also a NO AI program included so you can turn player 1's AI off and control BOTH of your tag team members! This mode replaces the chaotic (LOL) simultaneous team mode, but in my opinion, it's way better and more fun! One glitch I've noticed is that your tag team will all have the same blood color, but that doesn't bug me too much. Also, Bloody Scorpion, MvC Chameleon, Chameleon Project, and Eyedol will not work with the tag system.
I will put the usual links below that have the 7ZIP file and the individual files directory, but I HIGHLY recommend downloading the 7ZIP file. I will also keep the regular ~MKP~ up to download if you do not wish to play ~MKP TAG~, but I will no longer be updating ~MKP~; I will only be updating ~MKP TAG~ from now on. ~HGK~ will also still be available.
You will also find two additional exe files to expand your tag team roster; 3 vs 3 and 4 vs 4. These use the tag system as well. Use RUN+LK to cycle through all of your members while playing.
Character Bios, Aggressor Meter, Combo Breakers, and Kombat Kodes are also still present. If you do not want to use the Aggressor Meter and/or the Combo Breakers, there are folders in the data/MKP folder with edited common1.cns files; just copy those and place them in the data/MKP folder to replace the one there.
I have added three logo videos and two different lifebars in the data/MKP folder. You should notice a few added folders there. Just COPY, don't cut, the files in the folders, then paste them in data/MKP to replace the default files. This video will help:
Second Lifebar Option:
All characters have been updated to their latest and greatest versions. New characters have also been added! Quite a few bugs have been fixed, a lot of sprites have been edited, a lot of code has been modified, and I even found the time to create a new icon for the exe files!
As always, I am very grateful to the MUGEN and MKP community. I'm so glad that I got back into editing games again and that people actually LIKE playing my build!!! If you like what you see, be sure to subscribe to my YouTube channel so you don't miss out on any further updates, because there WILL be more! Feel free to ask questions, report glitches, or even just to say "Hi!"
Subscribe, like, share, but most of all, enjoy!
~Download ~MKP-TAG~
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~Download ~MKP~
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~Download ~HGK~
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Tuesday, February 14, 2017
"Aural Amore"
He gushes. He tells me multiple times every day that he loves me. He will stop what he is doing and interrupt whatever I am doing just to tell me “I love you!” Every night before bed must end with that phrase as well. Sure, sometimes I want to continue what I am doing or just want to slip into unconsciousness, but I repeat after him regardless, and I never want to stop hearing him.
He snores at me. No, I do not mean 'He snores next to me'. When we sleep and his face is close to mine, where I can feel each hot breath, he violently snores at me. I don't mind, though. I am quite used to it, but even if I am disrupted from slumber, I do not get annoyed. I like the reminder that he's there, and I never want to stop hearing him.
I've been here ever since that day. That day when I heard screeching tires and his voice calling my name with an 'I love you'. The pills they give me here don't seem to have the intended result they were hoping for. He still sings. He still gushes. He still snores. He still does all of this despite the accident that left me permanently deaf while also taking his life...
and I never...
EVER...
want to stop...
hearing...
him...
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Gruff Love
This is my Pap-Pa. He's freaking awesome. He's the first person that I ever saw, real or fictional, that was a genuine bad-ass. I looked up to this veritable force of nature. He was always powering through some project, be it gardening, home improvements, woodwork, car repair, power tool maintenance, or just fiddling and trying to improve some gadget. He was never still. He is also the reason that I'm not some dullard that's barely getting by. He knew my potential and he'd be damned to have a grandson that's a dumb-ass. He instilled in me a love of math and science that still exists today. I also think that my humor and creativity is an extension of him from all his projects and one line zingers. Yes, he was a rough and gruff old man, but that was just Pap-Pa. He showed his love in ways that you might have to interpret through his aggressive nature, which he expressed often, so you know he loved greatly and passionately. I know he had a heavy hand in shaping me into the man I am today. I don't think that I would be as moral, creative, funny, intelligent, and have such a strong work ethic without him.
Yes, as you may have gathered from my use of the past tense, my Pap-Pa has just moved on from this world. He was 92, so we were the luckiest damn people to have him for so long! Now, I don't want you to comment with your "sorrys" and such. That's not the Pap-Pa way. I want you to tell me your favorite memory of Pap-Pa. Let's smile and laugh. If you never got the chance to know this awesome dude, just post your favorite curse word. That was one of his ways of say "I love you". Even his overly exaggerated yawns were punctuated by them "*YAAAAAAWN* Hell." I'm gonna miss hearing that. Thankfully, I can do a spot-on impression of them. ^_^
Speaking of curse words, here's my story: Mam-Ma collected VHS movies. Like, literal thousands. Because of her, I got to experience a vast world of genres, my favorite of course, horror. I was watching a horror movie at their place one day, and as you know there's quite a bit of vulgarities in those kinds of movies. After a scene that was dropping the F-Bomb quite a bit, Pap-Pa turned to Mam-Ma and exclaimed, "By god, why the HELL are you letting him watch this DAMN crap?! He doesn't need to hear that SHIT!" I smiled silently to myself.
Well, hell, Pap-Pa (that means 'I love you, Pap-Pa'; also 'well, hell' was his and my absolute favorite phrase).
Thank you for everything.
Monday, February 15, 2016
"Retirement Home (based on a true story)"
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
"Basic House" is a "Basic Laugh"
Hilarious. Admirable, but hilarious. |
Especially with this photo. |
Look what you made me do. |