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What is on my mind

It feels like…

Since January, I have been involved in a performance of  The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee.  I sacrificed blogging while learning my lines.  We had a great run and received very positive feedback from the patrons.

My friends and family often ask if I am nervous on stage.  I am not.  Once on stage, I am calm and confident in my ability and my cast.   However, the moment before I step through the curtain a sensation that is difficult to describe overtakes me.  Part of it is a fear of the unknown and part of it is a moment of self-doubt.  Am I really prepared for this?  Every show has something different happen.  A sound malfunction, skipped line or the dreaded forgotten line can occur no matter how prepared and talented the cast is.  When something happens the actors must correct and keep going.  I do not think about it on stage, but before I step out of the curtain, I do.

To put the feelings in context that non-actors will understand…

Before I step on stage, I feel like I do the moment before the Hulk Coaster launches me through  the tube.

It is the same feeling I have before stepping off a boat and descending sixty feet while SCUBA  diving.

It feels like the moment before my class walks in on the first day of school.

I feel nervous, electric and alive.  There is a sense of unknown and adventure.

It is a lot like standing over a ten-foot putt to win $20.

Standing on the free throw line with a chance to tie the game is similar.

I plan; I rehearse and think about my lines all the time.  No matter how much I prepare I still feel the same.

Sunrise at the start of a triathlon feels the same as standing behind the curtain.

I felt the same feeling before I finally asked the pretty girl out.

The moment before the first kiss is just like the moment before going on stage.

I hear my cue, the stage manager nods and I walk out on stage.  I am confident and the nerves disappear.  Then one last thought enters my head:  Did I zip my zipper?  Every show it is always the same.

What they are really thinking…

UWW Fighting Marshmallows

Recently I traveled to Florida to take part in an international study on Facebook at the University of Western Wimauma.  U of WW is the home of the Fighting Marshmallows and some of the top researchers in the field of Facebook Psychology.  During one of the exciting break out sessions we explored the deep need for so many to document their daily activities.  A Blue Ribbon Round Table Discussion Committee explored the psychology behind the “status update”.

Below is an abbreviated list of what users are thinking while updating Facebook Status.

Status (S):  Seeing my (significant other) in the morning, takes my breath away

Truth (T):  His (her) morning breath is a weapon of mass destruction

S:  My child is the best

T:   My kid eats paste

S:  I am so lucky to wake up next to my wonderful husband

T:  Why does he have so much ear hair?

S:  My life is perfect!

T:  Please hug me

S:  I love Glee

T:  Not that there is anything wrong with that

S:  I love my job / coworkers

T:  I may or may not like my job, but I work with the biggest group of twits outside of Congress

S:  I was watching my wife play with our children – I could hear angels singing

T:  I’m sure she caught me looking at the twenty year old jogger

S:  Don’t ask

T:  Please ask

S:  I am so excited my sister / best friend is getting married (engaged / having a baby…)

T:  I hate her.

S:  Some people need to be nicer

T:  Alice, you are an ignorant, misguided skank

S:  I have the most supportive and loving wife

T:  I am about to do / buy something insanely stupid

S:   (2 a.m.)   I love Doritos

T:  I am high

S:  My parents are the best!

T:  Please send money

S:  (Favorite team) lost again – fire the coach

T:  I have anger issues (and / or) place too much importance on things I cannot control

S:  Posting a link to your blog

T:  Please notice me

S:  Posting a link to rantandrollwithduane.com

T:  I am thoughtful, intelligent, and just plain awesome


Snowmageddon

January 2011, Snowmageddon besieged the Metro Atlanta Area.  As most know, the south is not equipped to handle six to ten inches of snow.  The ice paralyzed the area for several days.

While the southerners struggled to deal with the icy conditions, some northern transplants offered advice.

One such person is Tony, a former resident of one of those New states in the northeast.

Below are excerpts from Tony’s book: “Lovers and Other Dumb Things I Gotta Do”  (in blue)

Good afternoon,

As living in the Southeast generally precludes having to deal with snow, especially shoveling it, so I felt it incumbent upon my to enlighten my fellow southern citizens as to how to do this.

Know your snow!

Look, it’s all about the snow.  There are lots of types.

-Dry and Powdery: this stuff is light and tends to blow away when you try and shovel it.

-Wet and Dense: this is the worst…

-Dry and Dense: the best for shoveling as it will go neat and easy and no stick to the shovel..still, you’re shoveling snow..this ain’t no picnic.

Southerners know there is only one type of snow: the cold kind.

Choose your tool

Look, if you’re in the south, you’ll probably not have a snow shovel, but if you need or get the chance to pick one, learn the right one.

There is nothing sadder (or potentially deadly) than watching someone shovel snow with a coal shovel.  Garden spades are another sad state.  If you know the snow is coming get to the damn store and buy a snow shovel. Those big flat ones are for the dry and dense stuff; the half barrels for the dense stuff.

In the south, we have one type of shovel in the suburbs – the kind used to dig holes.  The only other type of shovel used in the south is a poop shovel for cleaning the horse stall.

Think like a plow.

Snow is heavy, especially a full shovelful.  It may be pretty to look at it but this is work.  Do you know how a plow works?  Its breaks the surface and shoves it out of the way…

When I think plow, I think of farming.  The best way to move snow in the south is with a Bobcat.  The best way to move anything in the south is with a Bobcat.

Bobcat = Get-er-done!

That asshat Thomas Kincaid with his winter “Paintings of Light” showing little cottages with snow piled up against them is only because they didn’t worry about water intrusion.

Every Kincaid painting, mug and defibrillator features a snow scene.  Just once, I’d like to see a painting with a guy standing outside the cottage looking at his SUV buried under all the snow.

Where is my Land Rover?

Practical considerations

Yeah, yeah, your kid is SO cute but don’t let them get involved in snow removal. Ditto the significant other.  Don’t let your little honey or sweet baboo get out there and muck stuff up.

What’s the point of having kids if I can’ put them to work? Ditto for the significant other.

Finishing work

Really…there is no finish… Go back and clean up the skreds.. Dress the edge: run the shovel down the edges to clean and tighten them up.  Do a little sculpting: got a big pile or tall pile?  Work it with the shovel to smooth and tighten it.  Yeah it’s work, but that will keep it from falling over causing more clean-up.

Why even start?   Stay inside watch the replay of your favorite SEC game.

Final steps.

Unless you’re some kind of ‘half-marathoner’ or a gym rat..you’re going to be in pain or at least very stiff, in about 2 hours.  Start drinking and pop a Percoset or two…

A better final step is to skip the driveway and sidewalk and take the kids sledding, have a frosty beverage and grill something.

Cold Beer (thanks Todd)

So, next time its going to snow in the South..go out and get your supplies as soon as they tell you its coming, then crack a bottle with your main squeeze and watch it fall with some nice music in the background.  Its beautiful and magical….very  romantic.

Some suggested supplies: Cardboard boxes to make sleds.  Plastic chair mats work well too.  I also suggest heading to the Army surplus store and buying a flamethrower.  As far as I know, flamethrowers are legal in the south for home defense, hunting and snow clearing.

Great for clearing snow or killing weeds

While Tony provides valuable shoveling information, most southerners will never need to shovel snow because:

Four-wheel-drive and southerners go together like New Jersey and Toxic Waste.

Snow keeps beer cold.

God put the snow there; it will melt when He wants it to.

Your SPLOST at work.

Thanks Tony for contributing and inspiring this post.

 

All aboard!

Hurry up people!  Tickets for the Atlanta Falcons Bandwagon are going fast.  The Falcons have the best record in the NFC and home field advantage for the entire playoffs.  With their impressive regular season, bandwagon fans are flocking to the Falcons.

A quick FAQ for Falcons Bandwagon fans:

Q:  What is a bandwagon fan?

A:  Bandwagon fans support only winning teams.

Q:  Are bandwagon fans true fans?

A:  No they are not the same.  True fans supports the team no matter what.

Q:  How do I know if I am a Falcons bandwagon fan?

A:  With all credit to Jeff Foxworthy:

If you loved the Falcons when #7 played here but hated the Falcons when he was arrested – You are a bandwagon fan.

If you think Matt Ryan played football at Florida, Georgia or Tennessee  – You are a bandwagon fan.

Boston College

Unlike SEC - we go to class

If you think the Falcons always played in a dome – You are a bandwagon fan.

Old School

If you think Prime Time is TV watching between 8PM and 11PM – You are a bandwagon fan.

King of bling

If you think Bad Moon Rising is only a CCR song – You are a bandwagon fan.

If you believe Tony Gonzalez is going into the Hall of Fame as a Falcon – You are a bandwagon fan.

Will catch for a ring

If you did not know the Falcons used to be NFC West rivals with the 49ers – You are a bandwagon fan.

If you think Crystal Chandelier is a home decoration – You are a bandwagon fan.

Handle with Care

If you think Brett Favre was originally a Packer – You are a bandwagon fan.

 

Thanks for trading me

If you never heard of Bobby Petrino or Jerry Glanville – You are a bandwagon fan.

If you know who Leeman Bennett is – you are Falcons / Bucs fan that is still does not understand how he had two head coaching jobs in the NFL.

If you refer to the Falcons as “we” instead of they – You are a bandwagon fan.

If you turn on them when they lose – You are a bandwagon fan.

I am sure there are more.  Perhaps “true” Falcons fans can enlighten me.

Snitch on a Shelf

For years, parents used Santa Claus as a surrogate disciplinarian.  “I’ll tell Santa”, was a popular behavior modifier for my parents.  Unfortunately, for them, it taught me that I could raise hell from December 26th until Thanksgiving the following year without repercussions.  There might be a spanking or loss of privileges, but Santa would not know.

Quite honestly, Santa freaked me out.  How did he know if I was awake?  How did he know if I was naughty or nice?  I used to lay awake at night thinking about his methods.  Did Santa break into my house?  Did he have access to spy satellites?

The Snitch

The Snitch

Now I know the truth: Santa has snitches.  Santa employs a team of elves to spy on children.  Santa operates a worldwide espionage network with little regard for boarders or rights.  Santa’s covert agency is beholden to the North Pole without judicial oversight.

In 2005, Elf on the Shelf became an instant holiday hit.  The book is about an elf that reports children’s behavior to Santa.  Parents gush about how cute children are when looking for the Elf on the Shelf.  Parents fail to realize that they accidentally revealed the gaps in  Santa’s information gathering capabilities.  Children today are emboldened by the limitations of Santa’s reach.

The idea of an all-knowing Santa with eyes around the world caused me to think before I did something wrong.  If I knew Santa relied solely on a snitching elf,  a few more Barbie Dolls might have blown up.

An Elf on the Shelf cannot see what the child is doing in another part of the house.  The elf is not outside either.  In elf free zones children are free to run buck wild without fear of Santa finding out.  Jewish kids have a lot more friends coming over during the Christmas holidays.  There are no elves in Hanukah.

Snitches get stitches

Snitches get stitches

If Santa was truly powerful his elves would have 4G smart phones, but they do not.  Elves use magic to return to Santa and giver their reports orally.  Yet another flaw in the Santa system.  A text or video report would be instant.  Instead, the Elves use 19th century magic.  If the child touches the elf, the elf loses his magic and cannot report.  Johnny can shave the dog and put lipstick on the flat screen.  Touch the elf and poof!  Santa will never know.  If the elf has an accident, he will never report and Johnny is home free.  The unexplained dismembering of the elf will upset mom and dad, but Santa is out of the loop.

The limitations exposed by Elf on the Shelf will hurt Santa’s ability to monitor children.  Parents must act as an agent for Santa now that the truth is out.  While the elf has limitations, parents can still email, call or text Santa at anytime.  I hope that science will not reveal that the North Pole lacks WiFi, and cellular service.  When children realize Santa can only communicate through magic elves the world will plunge into chaos.

Enter the Meat Guy

Meat Man's ride

Meat Man's ride

While popular in New Jersey, I find the practice of buying meat from a guy driving a freezer-toting pickup truck unsettling. One of my neighbors recently bought some type of meat product from Meat Guy.  They are still alive although they did develop a strange intestinal virus.

I prefer to buy meat at the grocery store or butcher shop.  At the Corner Butcher Shop, I ask Larry, the Butcher Guy, what he recommends based on my dinner plans or store specials.  The store is clean and the staff is dressed accordingly in clean white coat or apron.

Meat Guy shows up in his dirty truck wearing sleeveless shirt, jeans and work boots.  Meat Guy usually has a cigarette dangling from his curled lip.  Judging Meat Guy as a person based on his appearance is unfair.  Judging Meat Guy as a food supplier based on his appearance is prudent.

Larry the Butcher Guy tells me which cuts are the freshest.  His entire sales gimmick is fresh cuts and store specials. The Corner Butcher Shop meat is competitively priced, always tender and tastes fantastic.

Meat Guy’s sales pitch is a crazy story about how he managed to find himself driving around with extra steaks.  A missed delivery, cancelled order, surplus stock or an ax wielding little person is always part of the tale.   Meat Guy sells his products at huge discounts because he needs to unload it or his boss will beat him like a red headed stepchild.  Most often Meat Guy says he had a delivery but the person was not home.  Perhaps returning later might make sense.  The UPS driver does not stop in front of my house and try to sell packages that he could not deliver.

I cannot imagine buying anything out of the back of a truck.  I know of someone that once bought paintings, children’s books and wrapping paper out of a truck.  Those items while possibly stolen, were unlikely to inflict a severe case of food poisoning or Ebola.

Buying steak or fish from Meat Guy could be hazardous to your health.  Buying ground meat from Meat Guy is like playing Russian Roulette with a flamethrower. Ground meat is a potential weapon of mass destruction.  Beef, chicken, rat, possum and ex-girlfriend are possible ground meat ingredients.

In tough economic times, all of us are searching for a great deal.  I cut coupons, buy items on sale and often go without.  No matter how tight finances are I will never buy meat from the Meat Guy and his pick up truck.

 

Why Not Me?

Remember the good old days when the decision to run for President of the US occurred in private?  Old, fat, white guys in smoke filled rooms tossed around names until they agreed on a candidate.  No begging, no drama, they made a decision and went with it.

Today candidates think about running for President.  They tweet about running for President.  They hint and act coy when asked directly about running for President.  Most annoying is the common refrain:  if America wants me to run, I will.  Are they running for President of the US or PTA Treasurer?

Position changing author and pundit, Newt Gingrich, might run in 2012.  He plans to give us an answer some time next year.  He previously thought about running in 2008 before changing his mind.

Reality TV star talk show pundit and author, Sarah Palin, is also tweeting about maybe running for President in 2012.  She is engaged in “internal deliberations”.

Self-promotion king, the Donald, is getting serious about his Presidential run in 2012.  He recently spent $20 to secure the domain shouldtrumprun.com.  A website asking people if he should run is so Presidential.  The Donald promises to let us know by June, I cannot wait.

I am inspired by these great potential leaders sort of committing to run for President. I am almost ready to announce that I am sort of, maybe kinda, thinking about the possibility of perhaps running for President of the United States.  I will run if the people want me to and it is OK with my family.

I am late to the thinking about running game.  My opponents have at least a year head start in planning to think about running for President.  I must take some important steps before I can become a serious contender.

  1. I need my own show on FOX.  I wrote them recently about my issues with the Board of Education stomping on my Freedom of Speech.  I expect a show soon, or at least a guest spot on Fox and Friends.
  2. My book tour is off to a slow start.  The mainstream media is refusing to promote the book I have not written.  The Liberal Elite fear me.
  3. I have not cheated on my wife.  My spouse rarely says stupid things in public.  My child is not doing anything scandalous.  I have never been investigated for ethics violations.  This responsible behavior has to stop.
  4. I need a twitter account.
  5. Update:  Now I have a Twitter account: RantRollDuane
  6. Recently TLC rejected my idea for a reality show:  The Willoughby Way.  I did not meet TLC’s minimum number of children policy.

America is not looking for Simon Cowl to lead our country. Celebrities are desperate to stay in the public’s eye.  JFK did not have a reality show.  Ike did not use a website or book tour to launch his campaign.   Reagan did not travel like a rock star.  History shows, indecisive candidates never win.  Leaders do not ask if they should lead.

You know what the difference is between a blogger and a Great White Shark is?  Bloggers have thumbs.  I am going to bring it on in a new way of doing things like they did in the old days.  Willoughby 2012… maybe.  If you want me to that is.

Real Numb

This is an excerpt from my highly anticipated debut novel:  Yes, They’re Real – a man’s guide to understanding women. Some critics compare my book to Black Like Me and Main Street.

Excerpt from Chapter 74 – Reality TV

Women watch approximately 200 more hours of reality TV a month than men do. Women will watch almost any show about any subject.  I immersed myself in Female Reality Show TV to understand their appeal.  I experienced dramatic emotional changes during the research.  One time, I became lost and had the urge to ask for directions.

It took two weeks of Sports Center, South Park and Jason Bourne movies to deprogram my brain.  Once I was clean, I translated “their” shows into language men will understand.  My sacrifice and research provides men a base of understanding for popular reality shows.

Listen Mav... this is a chick movie.

Dancing with the Stars and American Idol – Singing and dancing are two components of successful chick flicks.   It does not matter if the movie is about a best friend’s wedding, a pair of traveling pants or a U.S. Navy fighter pilot; at some point, singing and dancing will occur.  Singing, dancing and shirtless volleyball qualifies Top Gun for chick flick status.

Flip This House – Features people buying a house and believing they can improve it and sell it.  It is a metaphor women use to justify some relationships.  She hopes with a lot of work the singlewide trailer (boyfriend) can transform into a cozy beachfront cottage (husband).  The harsh lesson learned too late is if you buy a singlewide, it will stay a singlewide.

Kate Plus 8 John and Kate plus 8 The original show featured a Troll and his Shrew attempting to earn money exploiting their gaggle of children.  The ratings blossomed when John and Kate’s marriage fell apart.  Men must remember no matter how challenging your relationship is it could be worse; you could have Kate and eight.

I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant – One time I thought I sprained my ankle.  I went to the emergency room and they diagnosed it as a severe sprain.  Years later I learned the doctors misdiagnosed my injury and my ankle was fractured.  My experience is almost the same as not knowing you are pregnant.  While I went to the ER, these women assume it is nine months of indigestion.  I think the increase in food consumption and weight gain is a red flag, but that’s just me.

That taco I ate 7 months ago sure is giving me gas.

Cake Boss and DC Cupcakes – Not one but two shows dedicated to cake. Mix flour, butter and eggs in a large bowl.  Bake 350 degrees until firm.  Take cake out, let cool then slap on some icing and you have a show!

 

Cup Cake Wars - for men

 

Toddlers & Tiaras – The most disturbing show on TV.  The show is about mothers living out their failed dreams through small children.  Winning the pageant is all consuming for the stage moms.  Soon a follow up show called Pageant Therapy will debut on TLC.  Fortunately, none of the women I surveyed in my house watch this show.

Hey kids - hair gel is cool.

Jersey Shore – The name says it all.

In my workshops, I advise men to find common ground with his significant other.  If watching pointless reality TV instead of the rebroadcast of last night’s Sport Center is important to her – then it is important to him. Making an effort to “watch” reality TV shows an interest in what she likes.

Next time she is watching Bringing Home Baby follow these simple steps to survive the hour:  Bring a large bottle of Tequila to the couch.  Remove cap and chug a quarter of it.  Replace cap.  Beat yourself in the head until you lose consciousness.  Repeat as necessary.


9 years ago

Three updates in one week are more than normal.  This will not be one of my usual updates.

Every year I tell the same story:

I was teaching PE in Florida, it was a nice sunny day.  A teacher told me a plane flew into the World Trade Center.

“How’d that happen?” I asked.

She did not know.

Later she returned to tell me another plane hit the WTC.

“That’s messed up,” I responded.

It was not long after and we were ordered inside.  I am not sure if we inside before or after the crashes at the Pentagon and Pennsylvania.

The rest of the day we tried to reassure elementary school kids they were safe.  Because of the school demographics, very few students were picked up early.

We were also limited on what we could say.  There was no reason to discuss every detail.  It was up to the parents to determine how much they wanted to share.

Nine years later kids do not understand what happened on September 11, 2001.  It is a historical date like December 7, 1941.  Something happened that only old people remember.

(All political commentary will be deleted – time and place and this isn’t it)

Frazz

More than cereal boxes

Marriage is more than simply saying; “I do” to the person I am going to spend my life with.  There is more to marriage than dealing with crisis or celebrating achievements.  Marriage is about the little things that happen between the honeymoon and the day she snuffs me out with a pillow.

The day-to-day events wreck some marriages and strengthen others.  Small issues build up to become big issues driving a wedge between two people that originally loved each other.  Talking about the small issues prevents them from becoming divisive.  On the other hand, if you have a blog, as I do, you could air out the dirty laundry for all to read.

I distinctly recall the minister asking me if “I would love Laura in sickness and in health?”  At no point did he mention cereal boxes, pillows, shoes or vampires.

Laura will not watch True Blood.  Not only will she not watch the greatest vampire show ever, she mocks me for watching it.

Previously I revealed Laura has a serious cereal problem.  At one time thirteen boxes of cereal were open.  Now, because of my heroic efforts only five boxes are open at a time.  Laura’s cereal disease also infected our son, but with treatment, he will be OK.

Laura loves pillows.  We have pillows all over the couch, the bed,  the kid’s bed and even in the basement.  We have pillows inside storage bins and on closet shelves.  Why do we need this many pillows?  I believe Laura plans to decorate our basement like a tent in Arabian Nights.

Our basement

My friend, Dan, came over to watch football.  When it was time to leave, he could not find his shoes, wallet or watch.  Laura put them “away” assuming they were mine.  Constantly my shoes will disappear into an alternate dimension.

Not just shoes disappear.  Many times while cooking, Laura begins cleaning the kitchen.  Spoons, cutting boards, knives, strainers and on two occasions pans vanish while I am still using them.

Laura thinks my hobbies are corporate schemes to charge high prices for useless equipment.  She does not see the difference between putters.  She thinks I only need one cycling helmet not five.  The need for special running, biking, and golf shoes is silly because all anybody needs are a pair of “gym shoes.”

Gym Shoes

We have been together for sixteen years.  Sixteen years of cereal boxes, stuff disappearing and not understanding why I need more than one pair of running shoes.

During our time together, we faced many challenges, some bigger than others.  We talk and laugh about the little things, keeping them in perspective.  More importantly, we accept our differences and love each other unconditionally.

Currently I am struggling to make a living writing.  Laura not only supports the idea, she encourages me to chase my dream.  She believes in me and is willing to make sacrifices so I can write. In the end, it does not matter how many boxes of cereal are open at a time.  Trust, love and supporting each other make a marriage successful.