Because we're all gonna die

When I was prompted to give the name for this blog I typed down wereallgonnadie. Perhaps there are those of you who are the type who like to know why somethings have the names they do. Like why is the Williamsburg Bridge in NYC named "The Williamsburg Bridge". Or why the McDonalds red-haired dude is named 'Ronald' instead of 'Weird-scary-clown-dude'.  Whatever, I'm going to give you the insight to why this blog is named the way it is.

Probably soon before I had started to created this blog I had thought of the many things that may kill us Americans in the years to come. I thought about near earth objects, famine, AIDS, multiple wars and unrests, global warming, environmental degradation, the end of fossil fuels and plain old stupid people. Oh yeah and don't forget todays popular favorite: Islamic terrorists. By the way there are other possible causes too, these are just the ones I though of right away today. There's nothing like waking up to another bright new day full of endless possible ways that you can meet your demise. Damn Dog, You feel me? Back to the subject, so in the moment right before hitting submit on the blog creation I thought: "We're all gonna die". That's it! Tie this little tidbit into the time a few days ago when I typed in wereallgonnadie.com and a website came up (for a rocking metal band) and there you have the name for me. I even have a band named after my blog. Ok I know they did come first.

So, we're all going to die. It's true, I swear. I guess your mommy didn't want to tell you this but she didn't talk to you about sex either did she? She's was always trying to keep the good info from you, that and where she hid the Halloween candy.

Anways, I'm putting all of my money on Jesus. Any takers?

Honey, I'm not home...

Yeah so that little love fest with my landlord, apparently whatever was good is now bad again. It looks like my landlord has taken off from his family and he really hasn't been around. I don't know if I was able to talk any sense into him, but I feel it may be too late. Him and his wife are not very committed to looking for a solution to their marriage problem. At least that's the way it appears.

As a side note, there once was this time when Frank (my landlord) was in my doorway of the apt. keeping me locked in one of those break-less conversations that you can never get out of. This time he was ranting about how the hispanic day laborers that live in our town are turning the place to crap. Except he didn't say crap. Anyways, one of his more forceful statements was a list he was trying to compile of the options they should investigate instead of hanging around all day waiting for someone to pick them up for work. It went like this: "Either get a life or ... or find a life". Wow, these day-laborers have so many options! "Bievenidos, my friend from south of the border, welcome to the land of freedom known as the US of A. Start your USAmerica experience off right by selecting from the many choices you have. So get a life or find a life. Enjoy your stay."

I suppose we really could dissect the syntax of his statement for there are differences. First of all the difference between 'finding' and 'getting' a life. We could go on for days talking about the philosophical framework for the two words and their ontological consequences. It would probably be stupid though, just like the original statement in the firstplace. Sometimes my landlord is just pure dumbarse. We could have a whole blog devoted just to some of the retarded things he says. But we could also have a blog for all the stupid things that I say. Wait a second, I think that's what this blog is ...

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Love Fest

Me and my landlord had a little love fest today. He was very burnt out from the problems he's having with his marriage. When he first came in he seemed dead-set to go to a lawyer and divorce his wife, and when he left he seemed more intent on seeking counseling and even considering some of his shortcomings. Man, he's a talker though. Anyways, hopefully something better/different will happen but we'll see. BTW, he gave me a hug. :) I think (and hope) that God's spirit was there with us. At times it definately felt like something bigger was going on while we were talking.

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My name is the freakiest thing since "The Bump".


 
Now time for an image.

The Virgin Blogger

Please allow me to intro-blog myself, and welcome me to this world that I have skirted the perimeters of. I decided to take the step and walk right in. Excuse me if I seem the novice, I'll catch up quick enough. As to the purpose of this blog? I don't know yet, perhaps I'll develop a mission statement of sorts in order to focus the material I post. For sure, nobody needs another stupid blog about just another stupid person. Now thinking about it, I think there'll probably be plenty of journal-like moments. In addition, this blog serves a two-fold purpose, the second purpose being to test the technology for my wife. Beware, be very ... aware.

-Stupid