Truely?

I wanted to write about this in a facebook status, but in honesty it is  bit dark and I'm not actually feeling that way at all, so why pollute my greater link with all around me?
So I got stuck on this thought;
"For in true, be it good or evil, the things that not said are in fact more horrible than those that are".
I got stuck on it because I feel like I had read this somewhere, but also that it's possible I thought it up. There's a lot going on upstairs and NO ONE is filing any of it.
But anyhow!
I got stuck on this and had hesitation about writing it on Facebook due to the fact not everyone would understand, likely misinterpreting it as something dark or depressing. Where really it's more of an analysis of a thought.
While something might be good nature, if it is not spoken aloud it is therefore not able to be felt by anyone but the one that thinks it, which is of course horrible.
While something might be evil nature, if not spoken aloud means that it is in fact too horrible for anyone else to know but the one that thinks it.
I suppose it's my own question about what really goes on in the minds of others as they speak with me. What are the holding back? What aren't they telling me because it is in fact too horrible and they believe I can't handle it. Is it really that horrible? Could they be secretly torturing their souls in fear that I would torture their souls instead?
As you can see, or rather you are reading, this isn't a thought process that I can continue on with for quiet some time purely on theory.
I'm not sure it really has relevance, but does writing a blog have that in the first place? The only different from writing your thoughts in a diary to this is that in fact others can see it for the horrible thing that it is, but they can't see me. You can express your horrible sins and receive no real judgement of anything that would be considered harsh. We are 'just chatting, or rationalizing' here after all. It's a bit disconnected, which is why you are here in the first place.

Calm down now... have a drink...don't think too hard...it will all pass.

Cinnamon sprinkles

I was out with a old friend of mine last night and there were cinnamon sprinkles on the popcorn in a martini glass in this run on sentence.
He explained he had the recipe and listed out that the popcorn was covered with; cinnamon, caramel salt, and truffle oil. This began a conversation about Gordon Ramsey on Master Chef and that led to a discussion about the troubles of starting a small business like a restaurant and so on.
Now that I think about it. Starting a small business really is hard. My cousin wants to start an operation that has really good potential for local business to profit from, but he confessed that there is very little in the way of funding or incentive to get things started.
Now I work in the retail sector (just calling that makes it less stupid I guess) and I find so many people lately are against products from other countries. Like certain great big one that will remain nameless. But, if there is no incentive to start your own business and just relay on the massive imports from other countries, do these people expect something I'm not gasping?
One of the things I do very well is listen to people complain at my job. Sometimes I have no choice in this matter and I'm very often the unwilling victim of ear penetration and memory incursion. But they all play the same tune over and over, like this will change things?
Here's the fact, YOU CAN DO NOTHING! The world isn't going to take note of your little complaints about big business taking over and that's a fact. The really problem is you, YOU the person standing there complaining when you should be doing anything but just that. Be at home, researching local products, where to find them, budgeting so that you can work them into your life, and forcing your friends to do the same damn thing.
Complaining about anything can be likened to the weather. Everyone talks about it and it changes nothing. So at my work I may be nodding my head going "Yeah, oh it's just terrible, damn those *insert foreign country here* and their over productive schemes" but underneath I'm just adding you to the list of people that don't read or think for themselves. The world economy is so much bigger than you. Be happy you can go to the dollar store and buy disposable things for cheap like garbage bags, pens, pencils, cooking utensils.
Sorry...got a little crazy there, but then again that's kinda why I write things down.

Oh look breakfasts!

Wakka wakka Whoa!

Sweet juggling geebus! I totally forgot I had one of these. Just goes to show how bad my brain is, or how busy I pretend to be at times. Took a friend of mine to make me notice I had this all along. Boy if you've really been waiting on me to post for two years this entry must feel like the first time you had sex ;)
Actually this reminds me that I wanted to write a series of short stories online somewhere. Maybe I should do it here.
So there's a goblin story or a random story about my future children that I have been mulling over. Anyway, it's not uber important to go over details yet. My stories just kinda trickle out of my skull from that crack.
Well been fun adding this little gem after a long absence.
Oh yeah forgot, I became an actual legit artist whilst away. Commissions with money and everything, the full shabang.

Toots all

Biz

Somebody arted!

I have a good reason for not showing up here in awhile, not like you've been holding your breath or anything (if you have then you really need to re-prioritize your life), See I've been painting.
It wasn't until tonight that someone reminded me I have a blog that I thought I should add something. So here it is. Been painting new and exciting art. Just got back from my first ever show and enjoyed myself quite a bit. Thanks for coming if you did, if not you my friend have a head date with my bad-bad stick.
While I was out my friend asked me why I didn't write PCW anymore. For those that have lives that stands for Pink Cloud World, rather Adventures in Pink Cloud World. See awhile back I wrote a progressive internet story about crazy adventure me and my friend had in parallel worlds. Needless to say a lot of people got a kick out of it and I attempted to review the story when I went to college, but it didn't really go anywhere. I guess what the whole thing reminded me was I really don't write as much as I should be, what with having a degree in this nonsense and all. Something to think about for the future I guess.
BTW my mom makes the best pie in the world, screw all of your mothers!

Damn I'm Lazy

Yup, been gone from here awhile. If you were hanging on my every word and were angered by my absence, then you my friend need to get a life. However, I applaud you on your choice of worship.
So it's been general internet laziness that has kept me from blogging. Not all the other stuff I do online such as gaming and videos and stuff. (Oh yeah, I have youtube videos under Bizzra). Been trying to stay alive after my sandwich escaped the fridge and the apartment. It seems a bit pissed off I tried to eat it or something along those lines. It went to my friend's house and ate some of her lettuce, also it may be amassing an army of french fries...ninja french fries.
Also a quick note and a bit of personal advertising. I recently joined a cool artist group called The Basement Artist. I have art shows coming up and yee best come and check me out or I'll haunt you when I die starving in a gutter, and I am SO coming back as a pirate ghost. Like that? Eh? Having a pirate ghost stomping around your house all hours of the night going 'Yar' this and 'Shiver me timbers' that? Yeah that's what I thought jerk.

New Pants

There are a few things that need to be observed about new pants. And I'm not being specific to pants bought right from a store out of a package, but rather every kind of pants you get, thrift store pants, second hand store pants, stolen from someone that got to them before you did. New to YOU pants.
No matter how confident you feel that these pants are an absolute perfect fit, do not do certain things with them on until you've worn them around the house a bit.
Working in new pants isn't that smart, unless you split your current pants because you worn them too long at your work. This leaves you open for a very irritating day as you will discover that the pants haven't broken into your body. You move left, they go south, if you follow me.
Bars are bad too, sitting on bar seats can help you discover seams that you never knew that pants had, and they are in all the wrong places. You think 'Well I'll just dance' but that just leads to the problems mentioned in the working day scenario, only faster and worse.
Drinking, as in getting drunk, even on the safety of your own couch at home you can fall victim too new pants. This scenario ends badly if you are drunk and decide to break the seal. You go to the bathroom and discover your zipper is to highly mounted, you go for the quick zip and release, then disaster strikes.
I'm sure there are more scenarios for new pants that we've all experienced. Like the coming zombie apocalypse you must treat new pants with the utmost attention. Be safe people.

Cats are lucky they are cute

I've been rather busy lately, so sorry to anyone actually reading my blog religiously, you must feel like I went on a trip up a holy mountain or something.
So, my cat is recovering from a brush with death. She felt the need to swallow two feet of black thread. I know this because we had to pay to have it surgically removed. Now her belly is shaved and has a new line cut into it. I love my cats but good gawd.
I guess I'm writing this to let those out there know to clear your damn house if you have a cat, mostly a young cat that doesn't know any better, or you may be paying a $1000+ vet bill and have to shove pills down your cat's throat and monitor when she uses the litter box to see if she poops. I can't believe I needed and hoped for a cat to take a crap so badly just recently.
So everyone heads up, you've been warned.