Please tell me why it is that every time I turn around I have to sign up for someone's discount card or rewards program so that I can feel good about the excessive amount of money I spend at any given establishment? I don't want and do not have the room for any more discount cards. Why can't we just have one card like say a drivers license that holds all our consumer information? Christ I could have a card for EVERY retail establishment I patronize. That is not to speak of cards for service like the library and such. Are people so insecure in their spending that they have to be rewarded for going where they would normally shop anyhow? Not to mention what is the the "reward"? More calories we don't need or perhaps another video game or movie or what have you. These are not really rewards these are what is slowly killing us. The frivolous spending the over consuming, fuck it. You want to give me a discount? Give me the fucking discount just for being there and spending my money at your establishment. I don't want or need the free DVD after I have spent $10K on shit I don't really need or the coupon for stuff that is a different brand of similar product that I don't buy. I just want my shit at a fair price and don't feel the need to be a part of any other club than US citizen.
Thank You and Good Day
Miked
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Friday, July 16, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Midnight In the Garden of The Dunbridge Truckstop
Sometimes when I look back on things I can't help but see a struggle between doing what is right and doing what is wrong. It seems there is a struggle of Good and Evil. Not just doing the right thing. Sometimes doing the right thing for me and sometimes being Good at being Evil.
I have always tried to do the right thing. I have sometimes become this reflection of the false identity people saw me for. I was no angel back in the day that's for sure. I am trying to do better now but still grapple with the the struggle of being the real me and being the dumb fat kid people can write me off for. It can be said that I have not always done my best at promoting otherwise. I was very good at being Evil.
The mind games we play with ourselves in order to justify our behaviors is maddening. I know that if I want to bad enough I can justify my bad behavior to anyone. The big question is why can't I sell the good side of myself with the same fervor?
There are times when I feel trapped by my past. Perhaps it was because they were happier more carefree times.
I feel I am right there on the cusp. Almost ready to walk upright again. Trying to get used to a new skin. A skin I would not have asked for. I am trying to make the best of what comes my way. It can be hard to remain optimistic.
I feel and hope that this is at times karma kicking my ass and then in the next moment I feel and hope this is all just practice for the better times ahead. Either way I know know I feel the real me evolving, mutating becoming the person I want to be. The person with good things ahead. I have seen and done Evil and been good at it. Time to put it to rest.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
I have always tried to do the right thing. I have sometimes become this reflection of the false identity people saw me for. I was no angel back in the day that's for sure. I am trying to do better now but still grapple with the the struggle of being the real me and being the dumb fat kid people can write me off for. It can be said that I have not always done my best at promoting otherwise. I was very good at being Evil.
The mind games we play with ourselves in order to justify our behaviors is maddening. I know that if I want to bad enough I can justify my bad behavior to anyone. The big question is why can't I sell the good side of myself with the same fervor?
There are times when I feel trapped by my past. Perhaps it was because they were happier more carefree times.
I feel I am right there on the cusp. Almost ready to walk upright again. Trying to get used to a new skin. A skin I would not have asked for. I am trying to make the best of what comes my way. It can be hard to remain optimistic.
I feel and hope that this is at times karma kicking my ass and then in the next moment I feel and hope this is all just practice for the better times ahead. Either way I know know I feel the real me evolving, mutating becoming the person I want to be. The person with good things ahead. I have seen and done Evil and been good at it. Time to put it to rest.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
Friday, July 2, 2010
Selfish Fucks....
Alright I get it. You are in the coffee shoppe and you run into someone you know and you start to catch up. Pretty soon you are talking about the kids and vacation and the shit you are doing at church. Gail says she can't believe how good Cindy looks and Tom and Bill start talking golf. So nice to see old friends lamenting on times gone by.
It seems the coffee shoppe is well equipped, they have plenty of seats and a case full of tremendous baked goods. Yummy treats for sure. There is a small group of patrons waiting in an unusual line to freshen up their morning cup of Joe. The crowd seems unusual for this place. Normally things flow very smoothly through the self service coffee station. Patients is waning as more and more people are forced to squeeze in this normally free flowing area.
The engineer in me looks for the root cause of the problem. It seems very simple to me.
SOMEONE NEEDS TO PUSH GAIL, CINDY, BILL AND TOM THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE COFFEE!!!!! There are perfectly good seats available for kibitz. But no you selfish fucks need to stand there, oblivious to the fact that you are totally holding up the show. Not for a minute in passing. But for ten to fifteen minutes. In the great words of Gunnery Sergeant Hartman "Choke Yourself!"
Thanks for your time.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
It seems the coffee shoppe is well equipped, they have plenty of seats and a case full of tremendous baked goods. Yummy treats for sure. There is a small group of patrons waiting in an unusual line to freshen up their morning cup of Joe. The crowd seems unusual for this place. Normally things flow very smoothly through the self service coffee station. Patients is waning as more and more people are forced to squeeze in this normally free flowing area.
The engineer in me looks for the root cause of the problem. It seems very simple to me.
SOMEONE NEEDS TO PUSH GAIL, CINDY, BILL AND TOM THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE COFFEE!!!!! There are perfectly good seats available for kibitz. But no you selfish fucks need to stand there, oblivious to the fact that you are totally holding up the show. Not for a minute in passing. But for ten to fifteen minutes. In the great words of Gunnery Sergeant Hartman "Choke Yourself!"
Thanks for your time.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Kids Table.
I am pretty comfortable in my own skin. I am still learning a lot about my self and trying to grow and become a better person. But it was during my travels to the great state of Illinois that I realized that I still have much work to do.
It is true that I really don't care where I lay my head down when I want to go to sleep and I would not try to inconvenience anyone for special accommodations. Last night as I lay my head down on the floor (which is fine) I realize that I am not snuggling next to my girlfriend. I am not curled up with my wife but I am the thirty-seven year old on the living room floor amongst all the other children tucked away in their Sponge Bob Sleeping bags.
I realized that I had been relegated to the kids table. Clearly this thirty-seven year old kid has some unfinished business to attend to.
My life is a never ending series of wondrous events most of which make me feel awkward and anxious. It has been a great ride and I would not change it for the world.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
It is true that I really don't care where I lay my head down when I want to go to sleep and I would not try to inconvenience anyone for special accommodations. Last night as I lay my head down on the floor (which is fine) I realize that I am not snuggling next to my girlfriend. I am not curled up with my wife but I am the thirty-seven year old on the living room floor amongst all the other children tucked away in their Sponge Bob Sleeping bags.
I realized that I had been relegated to the kids table. Clearly this thirty-seven year old kid has some unfinished business to attend to.
My life is a never ending series of wondrous events most of which make me feel awkward and anxious. It has been a great ride and I would not change it for the world.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
Friday, June 25, 2010
Moon over Seneca, IL
Miked
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Friday, June 18, 2010
F4 this mother nature!
Miked
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Of Weddings of Mass Destruction......
......As I sit here watching a new chapter of life unfold I can't help but think about the weddings we attended in our 20's. My circle was nothing if not beer swilling party animals hell bent on the discourteous destruction of property.....other peoples property.
I jettison ahead 15-20 years and I am watching these kids let their hair down in the wake of massive property destruction. Most of the people here were directly effected or is close friends with someone whose whole life was turned upside down by the fiendish work of tornadoes.
Miked
I jettison ahead 15-20 years and I am watching these kids let their hair down in the wake of massive property destruction. Most of the people here were directly effected or is close friends with someone whose whole life was turned upside down by the fiendish work of tornadoes.
Miked
Copyright 2010 Dunbridge Truckstop Global Media
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