So long

Well, I've decided to start "my own" blog. It can be found at copperandfire.blogspot.com for anyone who may be interested.

Thanks.

Josh "Seymour" Eck

Love: An Observation

I think the hardest thing about love is the vulnerability one has to accept in order to be truly succesful in loving someone else. The problem with that vulnerability is the knowledge that, at any moment, you could be hurt or heartbroken because you've put yourself and your heart on the line. I think the degree of vulnerability varies with each person and each relationship, but I think it always plays some part in every relationship. Sometimes people put up walls so their vulnerability is extremely low, but then it's harder for their lover to get through and to love and to feel loved. Perhaps equally as dangerous, however, is the person who opens up completely, making him or herself overly vulnerable. I often find myself doing that, and the problem is that it makes it so easy—too easy—to get hurt. This probably isn't fair to either party because it then becomes a sort of "walking on eggshells" situation, which means that things that need to be said may not be said, for fear of hurting the overly vulnerable person...

Just an observation...

Back By Popular Demand... Ha!!!

I know what you're thinking: "What? He gets a job as a writer and all of a sudden he's too good to create blog entries??" Well, yes, sort of. But I've always been too good for these blog entries so the job doesn't really change that. The desire, or lack there of, for me to update this stems from the audience (or lack there of) that reads it. Since I know the audience consists of, well, not many, I can only imagine that this gets boring and redundant, and so I wait until I have something of substance to write about. And, since my life parallels Groundhog's Day in more ways than one, I rarely have anything truly substantial to write about—this entry being no exception.

Anyway, I guess I'm using this as a, "Yes, I'm still alive" and a, "hello Guy, how are you this fine Cheese Friday Eve?", and perhaps even a, "Who cares if no one reads this? I'll do it for my own personal gratification." Either way, I'm not saying I'll be doing blog entries every day or every week or even every month. This is my blog and I'll do it when I want to. So there.

Sincerely,

Seymour

A letter to the big girl in the sky...

Dear Mother Nature,
I'm sure your job is difficult and probably not appreciated by most people. I'd like you to know that I appreciate you and all the beautiful weather you typically bestow upon us Southern Californians. Your generosity allows us to surf, ride bikes, walk/run, or sun tan, all without the fear of a sudden snow storm or tornado. Hell, I just recently bought my first umbrella...I'd say that's a testament to how well you've done your job. That said, I have a complaint. I'm sorry to say that, due to the weather patterns of late, I've begun to despise you a little. The rainy days have outnumbered the sunny days quite significantly, making Southern California look more like Seattle (No offense Seattle but your weather sucks. Great music scene though, if that's any consolation). So, I'd like to request that you, Ms. Nature, return the So Cal weather we have all come to love and expect (and pay through the nose for). If you could do this I would be ever so grateful.

Sincerely yours,

Seymour Waxtop

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

This is what happens when you drink too much after a really productive St. Patty's Day party...

Don't be that mouse. You're much better than that.

Irony At Work

I recently decided it's funny that I get most of my inspiration/desire to write when I'm at work. I'm sure it's mainly because my job requires the creativity of an earthworm and, being the person I am, I need an outlet or I get seriously bogged down. I wish I had a more creative job. Maybe then I wouldn't have to try and create a creative environment. It's a downward spiral and I need out. I'm hoping for a miracle at this point...

Wrap-Up

So, Mother Nature did the unthinkable (and did it rather sneakily at that). Ezekiel and I arrived at the Troubadour a few hours early so we decided we'd park and get some nourishment. We stepped out of my truck and decided that, despite the ominous low-hanging black clouds above, it didn't seem like it would really rain, so we left the umbrella there. We walked about a block before it started raining and by the next block we were being drenched by the torrential downpour of some kind of devilish storm. We laughed at how moronic we must have looked walking down Santa Monica Blvd in the pouring rain with no umbrellas. We also laughed at how we would look even more moronic if people knew we had an umbrella but opted to leave it in my truck, nice and dry. We finally came to a Pavilions. We thought Pavilions would have to have umbrellas. We were wrong. So, we went back out into the virtual car wash outside and kept walking towards the restaurants. Our saving grace came in the form of Marvin's Pharmacy. Yes, Marvin sells umbrellas. He sells umbrellas with all kinds of decorations on them and umbrellas in a myriad of sizes and shapes. Ezekiel and I each opted for the traditional black pop-out umbrella. How nice. Probably the best $10 I've ever spent. Anyway, we then made our way to the restaurant, ate, and went back to the Troubadour. When we got there we still had over an hour until doors opened and no one was in line yet, so we went back to my truck and turned the heater on in hopes of drying out. We did, sort of, and then went back to the Troubadour with about an hour left. It finally stopped raining, scaling back to a light mist, but we decided to keep our umbrellas with us as insurance. We got to the corner where the line starts and waited for the doors to open. As people showed up at the door trying to find out where the line started, we were the landmarks (read: crazy guys) helping guide people in the right direction, holding our umbrellas in the sky, when there was no rain coming down. So, in summary, we started out as the crazy guys with no umbrellas when it was pouring, and ended up as the crazy guys with the umbrellas proudly deployed when it was not.

Oh Murphy, you and you're Law are rat bastards.