Breaking in the new toy

 as we all know I recently got a new work phone and while I have mostly used it for work I have tried out some of the new features that I found in it. As my youngest brother has a note 2 and the program isn't on there I want to talk about an app called Sketchbook. Sketchbook allows you to take your S pen and basically drawn on the screen like it is a piece of paper. It gives you quite a few different "writing" utensils to choose from and even some photoshop like brushes. Which is right up my alley, a few years ago(around the time I got the targus case for my laptop) I also bought one of those old composition books, oh you know the one. If you're steadily inching closer to fogeyhood(shut it), it was one of those splotchy covered black books with the wide lines every teacher wanted you to have(that you would RARELY freakin use. That could have been video game money teach) or currently multicolored splotchy covered book. My plan was to write, sketch just do whatever came to mind while I was going about my day and fill in the book so that I could come home and transfer it to the blog or keep working on it later.

As my blog has been mostly empty for the last two years that OBVIOUSLY went swimmingly. one of the main problems was that while I wanted to do stuff with a pen in my hand I usually didn't have a damn pen. And those books I borrowed from the library, yeah I didn't have half the art supplies I needed to attempt the drawings and you can only go so far with a pen and and number 2 pencil. So that was such a screaming success that I kind of forgot all about it.

I'm a strike while the iron is hot kinda guy

I know some of my posts can seem kind of moody, thing is they don't always reflect my actual mood. I may just get a thought and let it play out, it can be somber, it can be cheerful, hell it can be all over the place. The thing is if I don't at least write/type it out then who knows when it will circle back up to the surface, I have issues with that. Having a great idea and then allowing the monotony of the day drive it out of my head and completely forgetting about it.

Hell I may start typing out a post, get to a point where the thoughts have run out of gas come back and finish them later. Some ideas have more gas then others, if I am near my laptop or a computer I just might let them play out I just ain sure. Hell I try to tag the damn posts sometimes but since my mood may not fit the post my mind is like ummmmmm which way did he ......

The Mirage

I see it there, I see the tops of it's gleaming parapets over the next rise

It's bright lights gleaming seductively, calling to me, just a few more steps

Sometimes I think I can make out the name, a fuzzy H maybe is that a P I think I see an S too

My lungs burn with the effort

My legs on fire, jellied by my constant trudging

I'm this close though, I can swear I hear the hustle and bustle

Mr Softee tilting address

The sounds of summer, giddy children

Dogs are barking, cars humming and life continuing on

my windburned face and sun baked visage an unnoticed stranger

I'm on the road not yellow bricks but blistering asphalt

but that's progress. First it was dirt, then gravel and now pitch

already I imagine the errands I am about to run

first I need to find a comfy seat with some good food

a tasty beverage to kick the dust bunnies out of my dehydrated throat

You know a new pair of shoes would be nice

as trust worthy as my current foot wear has been it is just as travel weary as I

I can make out the sign better now

I almost thought it read peace but no

It reads happiness and I am almost

the wind blows dust into my face and I sneeze violently

my eyes close and my head starts ringing

I wipe and open my eyes ready to continue my joyful thoughts

only to see

to see

a ghost town laid out in front of me

I still hear the sounds, I even have the smell of some good pie in my nose

but the town I am on the road for is no longer happiness

happiness it seems is still in the distance

this town is despair

I look around me, blink a few times, even shake my head in case it is a trick

My feet still ache

the jello attached to them wobble slowly forward

and my lungs belch dusty pain

but I do not have time for despair

I started this walk to happiness and dammit happiness is where I am going to be