I went to my first Zoo about mid 2000′s and hated it. I found the animals beautiful but found the environment to which they were subjected to to be disgusting and inhumane.

One of the images that still sticks with me to this day and probably will for the rest of my life, is when we entered the area where the gorilla’s stay. I remember seeing this one gorilla sitting against a tree with his arms folded looking extremely bored and a bit sad. The other gorillas were sitting around elsewhere in the pen with the same look and disposition on their faces. I felt very sorry for them and wanted to free them.

The areas in which these animals are confined is not right. As the saying goes, you can put lipstick on a pig, but its still a pig. So, these zoo people can put grass and hay and place water in areas, but the fact remains the same; these animals are confined to small areas that resemble nothing to what they are used to ore should be living in.

Now a perfectly healthy Giraffe has been killed at a Zoo in Copenhagen: http://world.time.com/2014/02/09/marius-giraffe-copenhagen-zoo/

I will never visit another zoo as long as I live.

 

Bored gorillas. I feel for you!

 

Nothing Is Worse Than Having Something Haunt You

I’m sitting here today, Saturday 1 Feb 2014, watching the American Idol auditions on my DVR and I wish American Idol had an older age category. The age limit for the show is 27, I believe. Well I am way past 27, but I’m starting to realize that, although not young, I’m not out.

I recorded two CD’s (2001 and 2007) and that’s where it ended because my mind was not in the right place as far as making it in the music industry. I was shooting in the wrong direction and that direction was the making big bucks, touring, making big bucks and making big bucks. I have since come to realize that I don’t want to make the big bucks, I just want to get paid to make music.

I put my guitar and keyboard down about two or three years ago thinking I didn’t have a chance to make a living with my music. I picked up the guitar last year and tried a bit but got discouraged. I actually discouraged myself. It wasn’t until I was watching Mob Wives on 23 January 2014 (yeah that Mob Wives on VH1) that I realized that giving up on music and calling it quits is not something I should do. How did Mob Wives make me realize that? Glad you asked.

There’s a character on the show (and yes she’s a character) named Drita D’avanzo who has ventured into the rap world. She has rapped with Lil Kim on stage and recently, has recorded with Method Man, who is one of Drita’s top five all time favorite rappers. Drita was at home trying to write lyrics for a track to which her and Method Man would be singing on. Drita’s oldest daughter comes in the room and Drita has her listen to the track. Down the line, Drita begins talking to her daughter about following your dreams and to never give up because it will always be “in the back of your head and I wish I did that’. Then Drita said the following (talking to the camera now) that has stuck with me and plays over and over in my mind, “You can’t just give up. Nothing is worse than having something haunt you and say why didn’t you do it.”  That whole line keeps repeating in my head, but its“something haunt you and say why didn’t you do it” that really sticks out.

As mentioned, I’m watching American Idol on DVR and this particular audition has a lot of people playing the guitar and singing. Most are singing someone else’s songs and some are singing their own creations. Hearing them play and sing just brings Drita’s quote to the front of my face with Paramount lights wrapped around it.

My dream is to have my music in movies and documentaries…mainly documentaries because I am a huge documentary fan.I just have to make that happen.

Thank you Drita for that quote which reminded me of what my real purpose on this earth is.

Cheers!

Outback, Asthma and Shock Top

Tonight, I went to Outback (Pinole,CA) with my partner. We hadn’t been there in quite a while so we thought, why not. We were sat a booth and began looking at the menu. Suddenly I am hearing this kid in the booth behind me coughing and coughing and coughing. I began getting a little worried because I did not want to get sick. Me, being the not so subtle person, but think I am, kept looking back. Yeah, I know, I know.

The family behind us eventually leaves (err, after they finished their dinner of course) and shortly after they leave our waitress comes over to us and says that she wanted to apologize for the child coughing but the family had just found out today that the little girl has asthma. So the cough I though was the child being sick was actually her having asthma. Yeah, I felt like crap for my actions. But wait, it get worse. No, not the child’s illness, but how I would end up feeling.

The family felt really bad for their child coughing and possibly disturbing our time that they not only apologized (through the waitress) but gave the waitress cash to pay for our drinks. Yes, they offered to pay for our drinks. So to say the lest, I felt like complete shit.

I learned a lot tonight and one being, stop being so judgmental over one quick look or sound. Secondly,…hm, not sure what the second is, but I’m sure it will come to light soon.

To the family that paid for our drinks, thank you very much. Also to the family, I apologize for behaving badly. I was acting on fear (the fear of getting sick). Although I am thanking you here, I hope I get the chance to thank you in person, for not only the drinks, but more importantly for making me realize what a complete ass I can be.

Enemies of the Worst Kind

I don’t consider myself a good person, but I do consider myself a loyal person and someone who has manners. I try to do my best towards others and expect the same back, but that doesn’t always happen.

One things I can’t stand is betrayal. I am not speaking of the betrayal of trust, for that’s extremely important, but the betrayal of speaking with the enemy when you know that person is the enemy. If you are a true friend to me or my partner and someone has done you wrong, you can bet I will not be associating with that person in the same manner as I did before. Should the wrong doer ask me a question, not pertaining to the betrayed, I will answer, I will help, I will do whatever, but I will not share any information with that wrong doer. I will tell that wrong doer what my friend/partner is up to. That wrong doer will know nothing, because my loyalty sides with my friend and or partner. If you re aware that you significant other is currently in a dismantle relationship with another, do not fraternize with the enemy. By doing this, you are showing extreme disloyalty to your partner. You are not to be trusted!

I am faced with someone who feels its OK to mingle with the enemy because this person is unaware of the laws of not biting the hand that feeds you. If this said person would like to speak to the enemy that’s fine. But when you begin telling the enemy things that is none of her business and you know..KNOW the one the enemy has betrayed would not appreciate that, then you, sir, have moved from the top of my good list to the bottom of my shit list!


Houston, We No Longer Have a Whitney – But We have Woodworks

Now that Ms. Houston has passed on, it seems people are coming out of the woodwork to give their thoughts on Ms. Houston’s life, troubles and untimely passing. I, for one, am not one of them, because I’ve been voicing my opinion of Ms. Houston since day one, which was me not liking her. It wasn’t until The Bodyguard came out did I begin to like Ms. Houston. When she married Bobby Brown, I know it was a train wreck waiting to happen. But all that’s neither here not there right now. The purpose of this post is to express my thoughts, briefly on everyone coming out of the woodwork about Ms. Houston.

It never fails, when someone passes, those we have never heard of or heard from, want to say something, like they have inside information on the passing person’s last years, months or days and sometimes even hours and minutes. There isn’t anything we don’t know about Ms. Houston they can tell us. We know her marriage to Brown was a joke and very troubling. We know she loved her daughter and we know she wanted to be back on top of her music game. The only thing we don’t know and probably will never really know, is the extensive the abuse she endured because of Boxer Bobby Brown.

That’s my two cents.

//Signed//
Grumpy All Over