FYI: I am me.

I am considering eliminating some of the mystery involved on who this Zombee guy is.
I am thinking that on 07/28 I will post up my true face as my icon.
Dont know how I feel about that.

I like that I have received in so many great readers in the short time I have been blogging by just my words alone.
Ya 'all are cool.

On the other hand why hide? I haven't said anything on here that I would say standing on a street corner, dressed like lil bo peep and fist raised to the sky. (not saying I HAVE done that! I'm just saying ... Ok.. I have done that..)

hmmm well what do you think?

OMG!!

Time to pour some gourd water out.


Ok here is a query or ponder some idea that has been bothering me for some time.

Heaven - Everyone knows that heaven is to be a wonderful beautiful place, right. Full of beauty and there is no sorrow, no weeping, no sadness, no pain just joy and love, love, love with a side dish of happy.
where everyone spends the rest of eternity* serving God.

Hell - The common picture is fire, brimstone and the lake of fire (did I mention fire) there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.
There we will have eternal pain and eternal sadness knowing we are out of the favor of God.

blahblahblah
You with me so far?

Query: How is someone supposed to be full of joy and happiness in Heaven when someone they love is in Hell? This time I mean literally not just metaphorically.

According to the bible you can actually see Hell from Heaven and visa-versa which only adds to the pain a person must feel knowing that someone they love is damned for all eternity (and surrounded by clowns or worse yet politicians.)
If we are not "ourselves" up in heaven, then what is the point of Jesus telling people you will see me again in heaven or you will be in my father’s house and stuff like that. That seems to note that a person will retain some sort of self awareness once they hit the pearly gates.
If we do retain some of our earthly awareness then that would mean a father would be stuck in heaven watching his adult child burning in a lake of fire (assuming of course that this child is not a mass murderer, pedophile or something else as evil, like a clown.). The father raised the child the best he could and the child wasn’t a bad person, in fact was quite a good person. They just happen to pass on/away before they could be baptized into God's house.
I don’t want to pull anyone away from their beliefs and love of the Lord; I just want to get some of these ideas out of my head to make room for others. If anything I hope someone reads this, does their own research into the subject and in doing so pulls themselves closer to God then ever before. I am not a religious nutball by any sense of the term ( for any of you new comers) I just do not take anything at face value. I dont even trust myself to tell me the whole truth.

What is the benefit of not believing in God?
I did a chart weighing the pros and cons displaying the benefits of being an atheist and a believer.
The better odds falls in the believers favor.


So, what do you lose by believing in God compared to what you could lose. Everybody dies so wouldn’t you want to, at the very least, hedge your bets while there was a chance rather then just hope your right?

Is there some kind of a gain as an atheist? Something other then the smug satisfaction one gets with the knowing that when they die they just wink out of existence?

I apologize if I am rehashing old hash that has been hashed to death....Hash.
When Death does a flyby and snatches a loved one the whore mortality sitcom starts to play in my head. Oh and Hash.
Hash





* Definition of eternity: Picture a gigantic mountainous ball of gold. Hugely huge. Cant even see the top.
Every 100 years a dove flies by it and just ever so gently grazes this gold ball with just the tips of it's wing.
by the time the ball has been eroded away by this bird, THAT will be just the beginning of eternity.

Hash.

This guy is awesome.

My 13 year old daughter says " he talks too much."

Blatherings and rambles

I was a thinking again last night.
Scary really. Why can’t I just let my brain me absorbed into the boob tube like everyone else. However, Noooo my brain has to start running on all pistons as my body is winding down. SYNCH IT UP you bastards!!

Anyway

I have never been much for hypochondria, rather stoic actually. I have however done some reflecting on my mental behaviors and have come to some …conclusions.

1. I have a touch of OCD. For instance: when I am lying in bed trying to fall asleep, I notice that my fingers start to draw various patterns on the headboard (of their own accord). I used to be a neat freak. Everything has a place and needs to be there. Getting married to a wife that definitely does not believe that and then having kids has broken that. Still I cannot clean up a room without getting pissed off because “stuff is outta place.”

2. I have a bit of the HDAD. When I was younger, it was VERY noticeable but thanks to the wonders of nicotine, I was finally able to get it under control. In High School a friend of mine and I used to have conversations that bounced from topic to topic with alarming speed. We could cover everything from the theory of wormholes to the better Jell-O flavor and everything in between in a span of 30 minutes. He has since been diagnosed with ADD.
My son suffers from it and my daughter shows signs of it as well. I think this is also linked to my insomnia but not 100% sure. That could be just another ingredient in my mushy make-up.

I am rather hard on myself. I always have been you know. When I was in management, I would frequently say that I expect perfection out of no one but myself. (Management. That’s one place I would rather never have to go into again. I was good at it but hated it.)
Moving around as much as I did as a kid, you would think that this would have made me an outgoing gregarious kind of person. Knowing me now, you wouldn’t believe that I grew up painfully shy. I still have a rather large shy streak in me. I can’t walk up to a person, in ANY setting, and just strike up a conversation. I even have problems with calling people (business’s, people I don’t know, etc.) unless I can have all the facts I need straight and on hand.
Huh, just thought of something. I do not care what other people think of me or even if they do think of me. In fact, it usually comes as a surprise to me when I hear that someone has been talking about me to someone else. Just never occurs to me that someone would. However I don’t like looking stupid on accident. I can act the fool with no remorse. I have embraced my oddness and relish the freedom it has given me. I just don’t like giving the impression that I am stupid or ill-informed.

MAN! Life is hard! I can see the big 4-0 from here, it's leering at me from the big picture window. Still waiting for the part where you get to coast a bit, even for a couple of months would suffice.
So complex and confusing and depressing.
Alas it does beat the hell out of the alternative.
That’s a one way trip that I am not looking forward to.
Sometimes when it gets me down I have to remind myself that, at that time, I will be dead and really wont care about much anymore.
At least I hope so.
That would suck.

Look at me, getting a moody and rambling on.
(shake it off, shake itoff)

I think tomorrow after work I will take my mom to go see the new Trek flick. Looks awesome.

Just remember kiddies,
No matter where you go, there you are.—B.Banzai

Boobs and Ears

I was thinking last night about ears and breasts.
(no. that doesn't sound strange at all.)

You know of course that the only reason breasts are taboo is because men don’t have them (well pretty ones like those that women do).
Simple as that.

Decades of “don’t look don’t touch” has ingrained into society that these must be hidden and therefore treated as the holy grail for any male-female relationship. Yes, the old adage is true. You seen one set of breasts you still want to see the next pair.
So in that vein if, by some freak of nature, men did not have let’s say protruding ears. That means women would be covering their ears all the time. Then there would be wearing low-cut earmuffs, buying sexy ear lingerie, not letting men touch their lobes on the first date, getting silicon implants to make their ears more firm and rounder. Why, even a woman with ears that stuck way out would be judged by her ears rather then her mind.


Then again, we wouldn’t have to hear the phrase “My eyes are up here.”

I wonder if you had a newborn child and raised them in a household where everyone was naked in the house except for covering their ears and they were discreetly taught that ears are the “naughty bits.” What would that do to the child once set free upon the world? Walking around marveling at all these floozies walking around with jangly bits hanging off their lobes. That would be down right sinful. Harlots with their ears pierced and hanging out there for all of God and man to see. Have they no shame?

Boy, my kids are lucky I did think of this 10 years ago.

Start me up.

OK well,
be it good or bad I am back in the saddle.

Man last week was harsh. Today I woke up feeling like I was recovering from the freakin flu. (Not to be confused with the swine flu, this is just for us freaks.)

I feel all drained, not a good drained either.
All tired and shagged out after a prolonged squawk.*

It was hard last week burying my nephew. It was a great turnout though. He touched a lot of lives. The downside was that his father (my sisters EX) took control over the proceedings and by the way it went you would have thought my nephew had no mother. He twisted it so it seemed that the ZomBee side of the family did not even exist.

It was wrong on so many levels. Grr-Argh

Then my niece spent the night Saturday night and went on a crying jag till 4 in the morning. That combined with a unpredictable internet connection at home…
ah stress.
The breakfast of chump/peons.

But that’s all over (well as much as it can be of course.)
Now it’s Monday (AGAIN?!).
Fucking yay!
I am sure I will have more irrelevant diatribe and odd recollections as time progresses
but this is just me checking in to say “hey.”

“Hey.”




BTW: Wanted to extend a thank you to all for their thoughts and concerns.
It helps. Thanks for checking in on me Danimo


*if you got this reference, then yes, I do indeed love you. Well, maybe not LOVE-love you but a nod and a wink are just the same to a blind bat. Know what I mean? nudge-nudge wink-wink say no MORE.