I Miss Fuzzy Nuts

Where have the days gone where I can be entertained, occupied, and somewhat-slash-very-fulfilled by the exploits of my small, furry rodent friend comically dubbed Fuzzy Nuts? Oh how his adventures satisfied my most childlike inclinations while simultaneously awakening the barbarian nether-regions of my man-soul. It’s not just about the sweet action sequences that surround Fuzzy Nuts or the magnetic charisma with which he swoons even the most resistant of female persona; my reflection is triggered by what he, along with friend Captain Bushy Butt, symbolize: courage, character, freedom, whimsicality, and fun.

In the midst of all my dreams and ambitions that successfully keep my mind and time continually monopolized, I am often poked and prodded into what I would consider the proverbial eye-of-the-storm. In this eye, the calm, I am usually forced to boil down all the clutter that creeps into my life; I am forced to take on a retrospective point of view and simplify because otherwise I would find myself crushed by the turbulence. Through this simplification I re-prioritize, dump non-feasible goals, and altogether come to the realization of one irrefutable truth: I miss Fuzzy Nuts.

There lives a man of legendary rapport in the quaint central GA town of Statesboro. Twas (yes…, ‘Twas’) this man who ingeniously birthed the epic adventures of little Fuzzy Nuts. This man, who embodies the word ‘hero’ in every sense, in every language, and in every context, has in innumerable ways inspired countless people (of which I consider myself chief) to live life without reserve, without regret, and without compromise. The exact human replica of everything idealized by Fuzzy is not only upheld by this man, Mr. Nuts is a fractional portion – a mere chip off the block of who this man is. This man, who routinely defies all physics and chance is fueled by the even-more-so boiled down spirit of Fuzzy Nuts.

John, thank you for all you are to this world. Whether you know it or not, your example has transformed me into a better man, a stronger husband, a truer friend, and a more lethal knife fighter. You are my Fuzzy Nuts; thanks for reminding me of what really matters and how to fight for what I believe in. One day, maybe one day, I’ll be your Captain Bushy Butt.

Thanks buddy

I blog. I write. I share. And I publish. For whom?

Periodically I get contemplative… the 12 minutes I have to cram hours of thought (before and after now) will most likely prove inadequate; however, something is better than nothing, and something (even small) will trigger the memory/emotion I am trying to capture…

I blog. I write. I share. And I publish. For whom?

I read my vast blog consisting of two entries today and had a surprisingly depressing epiphany. I have (0) comments on both of my entries.! Nobody in all cyberspace has stumbled upon my rantings and found them worthy of a comment, of 20 seconds of their data-transfer-rate-monopolized time. Sure, I know that it’s not unreasonable to have NO comments (or readers for that matter) on such a new, pointless, uninteresting series of bytes on a monitor. My point is not that I feel bad b/c nobody reads my blog. No-one knows about it… I was stricken by the amount of loneliness triggered by the revelation that though I write as if to an audience of thousands, I know in my not-so-subconscious mind that nobody is listening. Why do I care?... Truly? I don’t. I Blog. I write. I share. And I publish. For whom? For me. By blogging regularly I can see at least a few benefits to my immediate and long term well being. With 2 minutes left I’ll attempt to use record breaking articulation and brevity:

By blogging I:

1) Express Feelings Clearly.

2) Improve my writing skills.

3) Build a wittier vocabulary… non-witty writing is boring and even more pointless than this is now.

4) Build a blog that may prove entertaining to someone, somewhere, someday, when I’m somewhat famous.

5) Document a fraction of my thoughts and happenings.

6) … I feel like I’m contributing to the phenomenon of the web.

So why loneliness? Of all emotions…why this? Why not jubilation for the privacy I have maintained on my thoughts? Why not anger toward all the unknowingly and unintentionally unappreciative people that so vehemently ignore me? Why not apathy? That would be a nice change of pace… Apathy is an unaffordable luxury for anyone who wants to do anything valuable in this world… So I choose loneliness (against my will of course).

Till next time…self – I know where you sleep and I’m gonna get you…

Cash Well Spent

I recently purchased two CDs through iTunes; Maroon 5’s new cut and John Legend’s magnificent piece of latest artistry. I went ahead and purchased the entire albums… not necessarily a standard practice of iTuners but… Despite popular trends, I aim to resist simply purchasing songs I like in lieu of entire albums for a multitude of reasons: It is my firm belief that popular singles, while sometimes rather tasty, do not paint the entire picture (excuse the tired cliché analogy) of the sound or ideas the artist(s) is bringing to the table. When an artist births a new “set” of songs, they have the whole package in mind – if you are willing, they will take you for a walk in a lyrical and musical landscape that summarizes their recent experiences, personality, opinions, passions, and intimate feelings. No song is just randomly generated; someone, somewhere wrote it out of a moment of inspiration and though it may not be catchy in the mainstream arena, it might be the song that makes me rethink something, anything I take for granted.

My second reason is the economics of it (stemming from the business major in me): often, you can get MORE than 10 songs for $9.99 but you have to pay $.99 for a single track… pause…arithmatize… By buying all the tracks, I pay LESS than $.99 per song – sometimes as low as $.80…so why not get the full package?

Thirdly, I like to think I’m giving a little something back to the artist by throwing them a bone for the “filler” tracks that may never reach platinum status. While there are some non-popular tracks that I’ll find good, there are others that do nothing but take up space on my hard drive, occupy a number in the track list, and waste energy in my batteries… With that said, even the most un-enjoyable filler tracks leave something to be learned from a musical and artistic standpoint. Either way, 1/13^th of $9.99 is a small price to pay for the experience gained and the lessons learned from hearing ALL the latest, greatest work brought forth by our artists of choice.