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Tag I’m it…Wish to see into my mind? Well, here’s your chance with a little Q & A


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A fellow blogger of mine, whom I follow and who follows me , over at Lily Wight The Arcade of Arts, tagged me and few others to answer some questions.  I guess am it.  These questions below were presented to me to answer as I see fit…perhaps you will get to know me a little better afterwards:

Q.  Have you ever been obsoleted from your job and how did you feel about it?

I will say no. I have struggled and crawled my way into my position at my job and they can’t live with out me. Now, they come to the almighty Philip and wait on my every word. (Sure they do)

SONY DSCQ.  What is your favorite board game and why?

I loved the Electronic Based Board Game Dark Tower and I miss it till this day because mine broke awhile back and they no longer sell it anymore. It was the coolest board game hands down…it was way ahead of its time and still is for a board game…Monopoly has nothing on it. Pah! I spit on your grave Monopoly.

Q.  When you look at the stars, what do you see?

I see a beautiful mystery &  potential adventure . So much potential if we only play our cards right as a planet.

Q. When you look at the ocean, what does it remind you of?

Lost stories of civilizations come and gone along with a hidden world as vast as space.

Q.  How do you overcome writer’s block?

Well, first I call it less a writer’s block and more a writer’s quicksand.  Sometimes, I stop what  I’m trying to write and stretch my brain on something else, like poetry, or I’ll blog, or a really good movie. Basically, I shift gears to something else for a bit then shift over to what got me stuck in the muck in the first place. Usually, that helps me drive through it till I hit the next bog in the road again.

Q.  If you could say 3 encouraging things to another person, what would they be?

That it’s never too late.  That doing something starts with actually trying to do it,   and that if you make a mistake don’t beat yourself up over it, learn from it and move on.

Q.  Do you prefer to write your stories/books/poetry/prose/articles on paper first, then type them upWriting and edit them, or do you like to type them straight into your computer to edit?

I used to be all over the board, but I find I do like to write my poetry on paper first  and refine it later on the computer. I will tend to scribble a few memo like notes of story ideas in a notebook and  then take that to the computer  to start the full blown story.

Q.  Do you like writing in one genre or more?

I like to mainly write urban  fantasy with a slightly dark aspect to it. I like to take a miserable character and bring the best out of them in that setting. I can apply that same theme through horror, or science fiction stories which I like to write as well sometimes.

Q.  As a writer, do you think actions speak louder than words?

I think its a combination of both juxtaposed in a nice balancing act that brings out the best in your story and characters.

Q.  What is your favorite quote and why?

Heard this  from a friend who quoted Henry David Thoreau –  “the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation”  –  I found that line comforting in regards to my struggles with my writing and in my life.

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Gilligan you Lucky Bastard – A Commentary


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September 26, 1964 – September 4, 1967    That was the time span when Gilligan’s Island first aired  in monchromatic Black and White Film all the way to when it finally ended  98 episodes later in full on color for the last two years of its run on television…

Now I wasn’t around back then when the final episodes aired but I might  have been percolating down the line in a few years later between the eyes of my mother and father….(enough with thaat thank  you…)

I only saw this program in reruns much like a lot of shows around the time as I was growing up as a youngin’.

What got me about this show…and believe me I noticed, was it’s overt sexualism. I don’t think there was  an episode where there was not flirting going on.

I only bring this up is because often in the past  I had been accused by my wife of flirting too much with the opposite sex….at first I denied it saying you must be crazy…I’m not a flirt…I’m just friendly…and a  sensitive guy.  (which I am btw…and sincere)

Then as I got older I came to be more self aware of  how I act with the opposite sex. And she was right,  I am very flirtatious…but where did this fliratiousness come from?  How did it originate…was it something innate in my DNA  makeup…was I born this way?

I analyzed my childhood growing up, thinking back to my very first kiss… to you know….you knoooow…. the deed we all (well almost all) as teenagers eventually get to experience… its sex …okay  I said it sex…you happy? Anyways moving on…

I think I have, we shall say, always had an appreciation for the opposite sex from the time my brain kicked on and I started thinking for myself  (ya know the stage where you can feed and go to the bathroom without any assistance…some guys my age now still need assistance there)

I found myself rememembering back to when I was about three years old in daycare liking that little girl with the big brown eyes and the short bob haircut who had a pretty smile.  I remember smiling whenever she smiled…I recognized her prettiness when I was three! I just had to be around her…snack time, doing a puzzle, arts & craft…, just in case she looked my way…I was there to smile back.

Then came the neighbor girls when I was about six or seven, they would play these silly games of you can’t catch me….well I was a fast runner and I usually did…one time or two I was rewarded with a  kiss behind the garage.

The thing is, I wasn’t a flirt just yet. I never made any overtures of charming platitudes thrown their way to illicit a response or gave them one of my cookies from my lunch. It wasn’t until probably in fifth or sixth grade that I felt that there was something about these things called girls…hmmm they were so different than guys who were friends…they had these big eyes, glorious smiles, and now they started to smell good…and something was growing on them…what were those bumps all about in the front on her chest…(yes my mom had them but you do not go there as a kid)

What was this wonderous creature …called girl?

Well Gilligan’s Island pointed me in a certain direction of how to attain such beauties. As I grew older watching this show with all it’s sexual inneuedo  and inferences to things best not thought on as a little kid I grew to hate Gilligan himself in certain ways…

Here were these two obviously beautiful women who constantly put him in these compromising positions, fueling his inner fires and he fought against it or was completely blind to it.

It frustrated the hell out of me!

Here you are Gilligan, you Lucky Bastard,  on this deserted island where you are the youngest of four men trapped for god knows how long and you never, if you will excuse my language, tapped that ass?  I thought at the tender age of probably twelve that it was his male imperative to do so..and he failed.

From then after that realization,  my psyche I’m thinking, promised itself not to be such a dumb ass.

So I’m a flirt and it’s all Gilligans fault…:)

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Blue Balls of Gentleman – A Poem…(did this happen to me? – I’m not telling)


 

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Blue Balls of a Gentleman

Never was a pain so great
as to leave a man almost
doubled over as he walked.

Such a foul wretch of a woman
she was; to taunt and to flaunt
her wares so, to sidle up alongside me,
yet hold back her ultimate
charms.

Never to help me find release
from the tension that she had
caused to exist far below.

True, I could have taken matters into my
own hands like any chaste man should have;
evacuate the cause of all my pent up
pressure and damn her back to the nine hells
where she surely belonged.

But I be not a man to take the easy course;
for I wished her to capitulate in the war
she had waged right outside my castle gate.

Cease this siege woman!

Acquiesce to the desires that I see burning
in your eyes and overcome your coolness
buried deep in your cold keep of a heart.

Grab hold of what you desperately
wish to conquer and I shall relinquish
myself to you with a flood of gratitude.

Perhaps dear lady you will grow
accustomed to my sweet taste.

By Philip Wardlow 2012

WALKING DEAD Gif – We need something until next FALL!


The Walking Dead Season finale just aired last Sunday….now what are we going to do for riveting Zombie Horror entertainment?  Well I found a Gif to keep  us all entertained in the meantime while we wait the agonizing six months until the next season gets aired….if you don’t watch Walking Dead then you won’t get it…watch out Sheriff Rick and the rest…The Governor and his two reluctant henchman are grooving in a world of dead people! Enjoy!

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ADDED an entertaining Video Below as well , you gotta check it out!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inJFDjqziVk

 

 

 

Time to get Serious about my Writing…


Okay I have one day to finish this damn story….before the deadline. I am going to do it …I am going to do it…,

Playtime


This is so me at work right now! (and every other day as well)

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GIFS that sum up my experiences in life.


WHEN I AM NOT IMPRESSED BY CERTAIN PEOPLE I MEET

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WHEN HATERS ARE GONNA HATE

Haters

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When FU isnt just enough.

FU

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Feeling REALLY REALLY HAPPY! (This is my signature Dance Move!)

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I think this often below:

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“If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.”

Mr. Pancake – A Poem an Ode to People who annoy the hello out of you


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Mr. Pancake

You are a walking pancake in my way!

A brainless angry flapjack in my otherwise

glorious day.

My eyes roll up,

as you talk your stupid pancake talk.

Stop!

…Talking!

Mr.Pancake…Just stop!

I know you think you have something

important to say.

But I don’t live inside your thin

bulbous blueberry head.

Sooooo…

Go…

Away…

and I will put my fork down.

by Philip Wardlow