Beginnings: Blood Diary

This drag of my Pall Mall long filter was especially tasty. I have been writing what seemed for days on end. She, I still had yet to learn her name. I merely felt obligated to her in some hypnotic way. She had rolled out stories of her tongue like honey dripping from it's comb. I could only write them down, no questions, no comments! Just transfer the information from her lips to my paper. The only thing more odd than this was what I used for ink.
"This will be my Blood Diary!" she whispered. At this point I already was in for the long haul! I witnessed her slice into her wrist like it was butter. The blood poured out and into a beautiful sterling silver ink canister. Weird, but following a woman into an abandoned warehouse it the meat packing district wasn't? As I said before, LONG HAUL! I was not a writer, merely a columnist. A shady, two bit hack version at best. I wrote for the Kansas City Monitor, which was a glorified National Enquirer. We liked to think we had class, but really we were a bunch of washed up journalists who couldn't cut it in the majors.
How she knew it would be me to write her story? I still don't know exactly. I highly doubt she read me editorial on aliens landing on KU campus. Like I said hack columnist! Still I had to give it to her, she made me feel something I hadn't in a long time. Drive! Desire! The need to uncover a story. Even though she was just lobbing it to me like a pitcher in the ninth inning! I was the one getting the scoop. I had a rush of adrenaline that made every drag particularly tingly. It also helped to have that fifth of Crown Royal down my gullet!
"Shall we continue?" She whispered behind me!
She had a way of sneaking up on a person. Creepy and effective. Still it was very exciting, and erotic. A woman who could take charge and call the shots. Not unlike my ex, but sexier. The impossibility of the stories she was telling me didn't bother me at all. That is until we started in the sixteenth century!

Beginnings

Beginnings Episode 1




I never thought I would end up here. Writing cryptic historical comments about things I never believed even existed. That is until a year ago. Yes, it's been one year since I met her. The girl with no name. At least I hadn't heard her name yet. I am sure she has one, she like so many women just has refused to give me hers. Sometimes I still feel like that eighth grader who is to scared to ask the girl to dance for fear of rejection. It still doesn't always seem real. One night eleven months ago, I took a backwards turn down a dark alley and there she was in all her glory. Absolutely gorgeous! Long black curly locks, the kind you only see on shampoo commercials. Tall and thin, probably a little taller then any of the women I had dated. It was the eyes that drew me in. Hypnotic and crystal blue. I had never seen anything like it and she saw me coming a mile away.
I am still not certain why she chose me, only that she did choose me. This relationship will probably go down in history as the strangest I have ever had! Hell, strangest anyone has ever had to be honest. It just isn't easy to find a true starting point, but I have to tell this story. It might be the last one I ever tell!

The Begining

What happened to the Misfits of Science?

The year was 1982! A young impressionable boy was watching t.v. one fine Friday evening. Low and behold a show came on that had him mesmerized. It was about a bunch of oddballs who have super powers. There was an iceman(only for the pilot, and then he was thawed!) an incredibly tall black guy who could shrink to an inch, a electrifying kid(Johnny B. Good) and a very young pre Bruce Springsteen Psycho-kinetic Courtney Cox! Up until that point I had never been to enthusiastic in t.v. I enjoyed cartoons and some Star Trek reruns and Battlestar Galactica, but nothing as fun and intriguing. Like all great things the show was extremely short lived and was cancelled after only one season. I was angry!!!!! How can a show this cool be cancelled? Little did I know all the great shows I would eventually find awesome as a kid would be cancelled sooner than later.

For the record, here's just a few to jog your memory. Automan, Streethawk, Airwolf, Friday the 13th The Series, Manimal, Riptide, Max Hedrom, Greatest American Hero, Amazing Stories, Young Indiana Jones, T.J. Hooker, and Starman. Just a few. I mean there are always exceptions to the rule. The A-Team last four seasons and then shows like one of my favorites Quantum Leap had a great run. The truth is for the most part sci fi and fantasy shows got the boot relatively quick. Thank God for the nineties and new millennium. They led full tilt into the world of Sci fi. When Star Trek returned with the New Generation, Sci Fi was given new life with shows like Quantum Leap, Sliders, X-Files, and many others. I would be remiss if I didn't mention that the BBC had always done well with Sci-Fi, however I didn't have BBC as a kid, so Doctor Who and Black Adder were not in my vocabulary.

Okay, so what I'm trying to say is this: to all you kids who believe Fringe and Supernatural, and any other shows in the genre are the end all be all in Sci-Fi. Take a step back and thank the fallen shows along the way that paved the way for all these great shows. If not for the Streethawks' and the Automan's, we would not have Stargate SG-1 million or Galactica or even Lost. So take time out and give a hand to the gone but not forgotten Misfits of Science! OH and when are we going to get to see all these on DVD:?

What's up 2010?!?

So I know what your thinking, and when I say you, I mean you. The guy who has nothing better to do then read this nonsensical rambling of a middle aged madman. AKA Me! So 2009 came and went like all my blind dates in the past. Awkward and kind of boring. I don't wish to brag but 2009 was a stellar year for this GUY! (both thumbs pointing directly at me!) I had no job the entire year and only went to school. Wait it gets better. I was able to borrow money from my mother which put her in another tax bracket. Hold on, still gets even more exciting. I a thirty four year old Husband, Father, and all around great guy, was able to be foreclosed on and move back in with my mother for a month. Please no applause. I feel lucky just to be nominated. Moving on, What is up 2010? I am going to make you my monkey. I am currently employed again, living in my own house and still in school. That's right, 2010, you're going down. I own you.

That being said. I feel lucky to be where I am today. I screwed up a lot, (I'm talking Charlie Sheen screwed up). Okay, so I haven't been arrested for spousal abuse or soliciting a pro, but I have my share of mistakes. So I forge ahead feet first into the final two year of the world. (copyright Mayan civilization) So no more fiddlefarting around, I have two years to change everything for the better. I am all over this! I might even get to the bottom of why people consider Jersey Shore good t.v. Seriously, what is up with MTV? Even the Buggles are going, "wow the @#@%#%, Is MTV thinking with that show?" (don't know the Buggles, then look it up and laugh later!)

Finally, I bid you all a prosperous and enjoyable 2010! If we're lucky we might even find out what that pesky black smoke is, and if Kate picks Sawyer or Jack. What? Questions won't be answered until the movie version? Dang you! J.J. ABRAMS! Dang YOU!