A Twitch streamer I watch often lost one of his dogs today. The little fellow was a tad homely and had a disorder requiring special things.. he was part of my pal's family for nearly four years. The dog was featured on and off stream during the past two years and very featured on this guy's Instagram.
I've never really had a dog.. allergies, ya know... but this is one loss that really hit me hard.
Frankie wasn't the smartest, fastest, sturdiest dog you'd ever find.. but he was pure heart. Thanks for being part of my world, even if it was purely digital...
https://www.instagram.com/p/B2HzWVRB2en/
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Sunday, September 8, 2019
Uncle Rex
Just living inside my melon listening to music and my late Uncle Rex came to mind. He died from AIDS in 2004, he was a local song writer and worked for Sony Pictures around the time I graduated high school.. he supplied prerelase copies of some current movies and we enjoyed them at Project Graduation!
Anyways.. Rex was very talented, very kind, and very gay. I didn't know it back when spending so much time with him during his college years at SMSU. He graduated in '80 and kept making music. Eventually he moved to North Hollywood and worked his way into the scene and music industry. His record label name was SexyRexy and his songs are still on record with BMI.
Rollercoaster of emotions tonight as those happy times flooded my mind, the end of the '70s and early '80s were some of my most formative years. Rex and dad played music together often and rolled in the same local music scene circles. I think Rex helped dad realize whatever parts of his dream that he did realize in the music world.
Wish I could have spent more time with Rex as I got older, his influence would have greatly improved my overall attitude and I still smile when thinking of him and that infectious smile of his.
He was the first openly gay man in my life, and I think his younger brother has never come out but everyone knows of his choices and we love them both for being themselves.
Just felt the need to share this little stuff and I should use the blog more often to keep these memories and stories alive.
With love-
Daddy Skunk
Anyways.. Rex was very talented, very kind, and very gay. I didn't know it back when spending so much time with him during his college years at SMSU. He graduated in '80 and kept making music. Eventually he moved to North Hollywood and worked his way into the scene and music industry. His record label name was SexyRexy and his songs are still on record with BMI.
Rollercoaster of emotions tonight as those happy times flooded my mind, the end of the '70s and early '80s were some of my most formative years. Rex and dad played music together often and rolled in the same local music scene circles. I think Rex helped dad realize whatever parts of his dream that he did realize in the music world.
Wish I could have spent more time with Rex as I got older, his influence would have greatly improved my overall attitude and I still smile when thinking of him and that infectious smile of his.
He was the first openly gay man in my life, and I think his younger brother has never come out but everyone knows of his choices and we love them both for being themselves.
Just felt the need to share this little stuff and I should use the blog more often to keep these memories and stories alive.
With love-
Daddy Skunk
Almost an Eagle
Howdy all,
Just wanted to share this for posterity, being unsure who reads or doesn't read this means no names on this one but they'll surely know who they are if their paths should ever lead here.
One of my former Cub Scouts completed his Eagle Scout Project today. I'm impressed and happy for him to continue in a long line of capable young men.
My only regret is I never heard one word or saw one post about the event. I've known the family for over three decades and guess I'm far enough removed that none thought to invite the old Den Leader to come and lend a hand to a worthy project.
Just goes to show you, that even if you were important at one point in someone's life, you may not even warrant an email in the future.
Stay Frosty and keep each other in your prayers.
-Daddy Skunk
Just wanted to share this for posterity, being unsure who reads or doesn't read this means no names on this one but they'll surely know who they are if their paths should ever lead here.
One of my former Cub Scouts completed his Eagle Scout Project today. I'm impressed and happy for him to continue in a long line of capable young men.
My only regret is I never heard one word or saw one post about the event. I've known the family for over three decades and guess I'm far enough removed that none thought to invite the old Den Leader to come and lend a hand to a worthy project.
Just goes to show you, that even if you were important at one point in someone's life, you may not even warrant an email in the future.
Stay Frosty and keep each other in your prayers.
-Daddy Skunk
Monday, August 26, 2019
For as long as I can remember, reading and hearing stories bigger than me have always drawn my full energy.
Be it Peter Pan, Don Quixote, White Fang, stories of ancient gods, knights, pirates, whatever- they all draw me into their worlds.
Later it became radio, then movies, and then video games.
Posted a tweet very late last night and it drew only one person's attention and even then they didn't see the message contained within...
I've got to stop staying up so late, it really seems to distract my mind into darkness and brings windmills into my world.
Stay Frosty my friends and keep your eyes open, we're about to have a nasty band of storms come through our area.
Be it Peter Pan, Don Quixote, White Fang, stories of ancient gods, knights, pirates, whatever- they all draw me into their worlds.
Later it became radio, then movies, and then video games.
Posted a tweet very late last night and it drew only one person's attention and even then they didn't see the message contained within...
I've got to stop staying up so late, it really seems to distract my mind into darkness and brings windmills into my world.
Stay Frosty my friends and keep your eyes open, we're about to have a nasty band of storms come through our area.
Sunday, July 7, 2019
See The Jazz Singer
I'll come back to this at some point, but seeing The Jazz Singer as a young boy really changed so many things within me.
I've tried to live up to expectations and exaltations of my father.. always falling short.
You'd have to see the film to fully understand.
Carry on!
I've tried to live up to expectations and exaltations of my father.. always falling short.
You'd have to see the film to fully understand.
Carry on!
Sunday, June 23, 2019
2019?! Still kicking and learning more about myself daily.
I'd nearly forgotten about this page.. well, here's why I'm back.
Been reading (audio book) of David Goggins' Can't Hurt Me. He's a huge story unto himself, but a retired SEAL with a slew of accolades and a really rough past. I feel so not alone listening to him describe his horrible childhood and the effects it had on him.
I've started working on the ten challenges he's placed into the audio book.. each is a tough, but fair look into your own life and circumstances.. and possibilities.
My wife and I have been planning a trip to Switzerland for my 50th birthday coming up in a few years.. this really makes me happy to find something to talk about with her besides our thankless jobs.
But, back to why I'm here now- as much as I love my family, my blood family.. they are the biggest stumbling block in my life. Here's a couple of really recent examples;
- Dad wants to increase the rent on the home we're 'buying' from him. It was inherited from the passing of his mother six years ago this November. The increase means we're paying for the property taxes.. I'm really no longer interested in keeping this generational home of the Geil/Mondy line. It's broken down, outdated (especially electrically and in plumbing). Time to make an ugly decision here.
- My uncle that inherited the farm from the passing of my maternal grandmother had decided years ago that he no longer wanted me parking Grandpa's old truck there. The junk collector doesn't want my junk around.. that's fine. So he arranges to bring it to town and asks where to park it. I said the driveway is where it needs to go.. so he dumped it around the corner on another street, leaving me with no way to get it up the hill/around the corner/and into my drive. The city towed it off and I'll never see that beautiful truck again..
My family. If it wasn't for DNA you'd never know we were related. I'm assuming not all families are this shitty to each other, but I really haven't any other resource or friends with which to discuss.
Goggins' challenges- I will use this blog to continue and log the events necessary to complete the race. A few of them are vicious and raw glimpses into your own past.. as portions of this blog have been previously.
To anyone reading this, I appreciate your part in my life- to my blood that treats me like mentioned above- Go Fuck Yourself.
Been reading (audio book) of David Goggins' Can't Hurt Me. He's a huge story unto himself, but a retired SEAL with a slew of accolades and a really rough past. I feel so not alone listening to him describe his horrible childhood and the effects it had on him.
I've started working on the ten challenges he's placed into the audio book.. each is a tough, but fair look into your own life and circumstances.. and possibilities.
My wife and I have been planning a trip to Switzerland for my 50th birthday coming up in a few years.. this really makes me happy to find something to talk about with her besides our thankless jobs.
But, back to why I'm here now- as much as I love my family, my blood family.. they are the biggest stumbling block in my life. Here's a couple of really recent examples;
- Dad wants to increase the rent on the home we're 'buying' from him. It was inherited from the passing of his mother six years ago this November. The increase means we're paying for the property taxes.. I'm really no longer interested in keeping this generational home of the Geil/Mondy line. It's broken down, outdated (especially electrically and in plumbing). Time to make an ugly decision here.
- My uncle that inherited the farm from the passing of my maternal grandmother had decided years ago that he no longer wanted me parking Grandpa's old truck there. The junk collector doesn't want my junk around.. that's fine. So he arranges to bring it to town and asks where to park it. I said the driveway is where it needs to go.. so he dumped it around the corner on another street, leaving me with no way to get it up the hill/around the corner/and into my drive. The city towed it off and I'll never see that beautiful truck again..
My family. If it wasn't for DNA you'd never know we were related. I'm assuming not all families are this shitty to each other, but I really haven't any other resource or friends with which to discuss.
Goggins' challenges- I will use this blog to continue and log the events necessary to complete the race. A few of them are vicious and raw glimpses into your own past.. as portions of this blog have been previously.
To anyone reading this, I appreciate your part in my life- to my blood that treats me like mentioned above- Go Fuck Yourself.
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