My brain has lost its mind.

Spiders.  Kittens.  Ex-wives.  Keyboards of the musical variety.  Family members seldom spoken to.  Cameras.  Nudity.  All of these were present in last night's crazy torrent of dreams.

I often dream of spiders.  I suppose it's because it was one of the few things that I was good at photographing.  They didn't move much.   They didn't judge, and I always knew where they'd be.  So, I often see them in my sleep, though the ones in my dreams are often far larger and far more grotesque than those I'd ever see in reality.  Spiders so large that they resemble crabs and actually leave skeletons upon death.

A couple of nights running now, I've dreamt of kittens.  In particular, two nights ago, I dreamt that I saved this small brownish black kitten from drowning.  I reached down to grab him and he, or she, dug claws into my hand to hold on for dear life.  I brought the kitten home, only to be told that I was not allowed to have pets at my house.  Last night, I dreamt I walked out into the backyard, and the kitten came crawling from beneath a pile of branches.  The poor thing looked horrible.  Fur gone in patches.  Bloody pawprints left as it walked through my yard.  I felt so horrible and wanted to do something for it.

I often dream of my ex-wife.  Not surprising, I suppose.  They vary from hateful dreams to loving dreams.  I don't suppose I'll ever be rid of those dreams, no matter what.

For some reason, I had a dream that my step-cousin fixed an old musical keyboard that I no longer have.  It was given to the ex-wife a long time ago.  I suppose there's relevance there.  I dunno.

It's 9:04am.  I'm already pretty messed up.  Today should be interesting.

First Post of 2014

Welcome to 2014 my dear fans.  Okay, maybe not fans.  Poor unfortunate souls?  No, we won't break into that Little Mermaid song.  Ponies breaking into song at the drop of a hat?  Who does that?  

So, yeah.  I've been quiet for a little while now.  Mainly because I kept this blog going for one person.  When that person was no longer a part of my life, I drifted away from it.  I felt there was no point in recording thoughts for no one to read besides myself.  But, it's therapeutic, and I felt that it was time to ramble on about random stuff just to get it out of my cranium.  Fair warning, however.  This post may be a little media heavy.  Pictures, videos, such like that.  I said MAY be.  I might get lazy halfway through and just give up.  I've been known to do that.  

Anyway, this idea started this morning when I watched a parody video of a Maroon 5 song.  Side note:  Adam Levine is yummy.

So, the video is a parody of the Maroon 5 song, One More Night.  The parody is called One More Fight and is about a bunch of gamers who choose to play games rather than go to bed with their significant others.  Well, after watching the video, I can say that all those guys are fucking stupid.  Those girls were hawt.  But one stood out and blew me away.  I had to go and look up who she was, because if you're in a YouTube video these days, you've got some sort of fame somewhere.  I was right.

Her name is Britanni Johnson.  Not a huge celebrity, but she played the role of Angel in the Borderlands games.  I feel the urge to finally finish Borderlands 2 now.  But yeah.  I thought she was damn gorgeous.  The other girls weren't bad, but still.  Mee-yow.  She actually reminds me of a friend of mind.  Or nemesis.  We can't decide.

Aside from that eye candy, I've gotten much better as far as 'depression' goes.  I've gotten over false love and hope.  I've picked up my camera again and I've started looking forward to taking pictures again.  I've had an invitation to be a wedding photographer as well as some casual photography.  So, we'll see how this year goes.  After the horrible year that was 2013, I hope everything goes super this year.

In other news, I've gained 15 pounds since my last post.  Finally, I'm moving up towards where I should be.  Health is fine.  I'm not as crazy.  The alcohol has helped.  Or hindered.  I dunno.  It's fun.  I love not feeling like the me I used to be, which is to say a morbidly depressed horny old guy with a camera.

We shall end this post with the video that sparked it to begin with.