Hi there stranger!

Recently I found a website called omegle.  It is a chat site really different from any other that I have seen.  There are no profiles, no pictures, no signing up for anything, you just visit the website and start a chat.  The person you are talking to doesn't know who you are, and you don't know them either.  If you want to talk to someone else, you just disconnect, and start a new chat.  

I have visited the site a couple of times, in ultimate work procrastination.  Its kind of fun, and empowering at the same time.  Sure you run into some wierdos, but you talk to some cool people too from all over the world.  Knowing that they don't know you means you can say whatever you want, and be whoever you want.  There is a power in being anonymous, but what is it?

This one time I signed on and a guy wanted to get my msn and video chat.  First of all of course I said no.  Second, I was like oh you poor guy, why can you not find a girl in real life?  He told me about his life, and I talked him through it and told him that he just needed to get back out there.   He thanked me and we signed off.  Whether or not he actually cared what I was telling him I will never know, but I felt I had accomplished something.  A random connection, with a random person, who just needed a little encouragement.  

I think Omegle is a cool concept, if not just a really fun procrastination tool.

Check it out!

The Creepy Man in Blockbuster

I don't know if it's just an overactive imagination or what, but everywhere I go I make up stories about people's lives. For instance I was in blockbuster recently and made up this story about the people working there.

My name-tag says I'm Scott but my friends call me Scooter. I'm a jock, and I'm probably cooler than you. Why the hell are you renting Pinocchio for the seventeenth time for your kids. Here's a thought, buy the damn movie you've already spent $47 on rental fees, and late charges, after “your toddler hid it in their playhouse”, yeah yeah I don't really care so shut up. Just get your fake boobs out of my face lady. The only reason why I am here is to make enough money to keep taking Emma to the movies on Friday nights. She is a pain in the ass but I would do anything to sit with my arm around her and kiss her on her front porch.

“What the hell dude!” I yelled as someone was punching me in the arm. It's Christian, what a creepy asshole. “Relax man, go restock those movies,” he said. He says things like “man” thinking I will stop thinking that he is a creepy 23 year old asshole. "Well its not working," I think out loud. "What?" says Christian. I don't even reply I just take the annoying squeaky movie cart and wheel it out to the children's section, only because it is the farthest away from the cash register where Christian hovers.

I listen to him as a girl comes into rent a movie. She is alone, and I can tell that Christian wants to hit on her but is trying to work up the courage. She looks around forever, and finally makes it up to the counter. I hear him say, "You have the same name as a very beautiful irish playwright," and then look expectantly at her. She pauses awkwardly and then says thanks and leaves. Poor girl, didn't know what to say. But hahaha look at that crazy man standing deflated at his throne of movies. I don't think he has ever even been on a date.

I hope my kids are as funny as I was

As a little kid I had a very overactive imagination, and still do. Here is a short list of my weirdness.

1. My dream job was to be a pizza delivery girl on roller skates. I would draw pictures of my costume.

2. I made up a song and dance to a little tune I called “I'm feeling a little froggy.”

3. I didn't think that there were monsters under my bed, I thought there was a dancing garden gnome on my bed tickling my feet.

4. I made up a game that became a hit with all the neighborhood kids called “Milk the Cow” where we would soak a bunch of towels in water and hang them up on a tree branch, and squeeze the water into a bucket, and collect it it a big tub.

5. I used to catch crickets in dixie cups with my cousins and brother and then stick them in the freezer so we could save them for the morning. ...whoops?

6. Once when I had a high fever with the chicken pox I hallucinated that all my furniture was walking towards me to come and beat me.

7. I broke and dislocated my thumb playing moving target with my brother...I was the moving target.

8. Once, on a long road trip with my aunt we stopped an got some chips and drinks. My brother and I had the chips and my aunt kept reaching back for chips. My brother and I licked them before giving them to her because we wanted the chip seasoning. It took her a while to notice.

9. I insisted on being a ballerina cat for halloween at the age of five.

Funny Lullaby

The music that your parents listened to when you were little turns into your lullaby later in life no matter what it was. Everyone's parents listen to different music. It all brings back different memories. I for one grew up with a cowboy and a parrot head. My parents founded me on Jimmy Buffet, and George Strait. Nothing puts me at ease quicker than the song, “Little Miss Magic,” by Jimmy Buffet. It makes me think of summers in Wimberlee, where my family used to go stay on a ranch for a week, and hang out by the pool all week. That song makes me think of laying on my dad's chest and listening to his heartbeat as he sang that song to me.  

My brothers are the same way, our 'sleep' mixes on ipod are comprised of the same mix of classic country, and Jimmy ballads. What I have come to find, is that this is true for most people. There is something about being reminded of being a little kid, that is comforting.