Wednesday, August 30, 2006

 

8.30.06

You know how a couple posts back I postulated that perhaps subconsciously all I wanted was to be quoted?

I take that back.

I think, subconsciously, all I really want is there to exist a very famous band that strives and continually makes hit after hit with the name, "Friends of Ryan Mose".

Yeah, that stuff.

I think.

Docking out...
-Ryan : H8A

Ryan posted this at 10:32 PM.

Monday, August 28, 2006

 

08.28.06

You know, they say the sun never stops shinin' on a baller (that's why they wear their sunglasses even at night).

So, please do not say that my prescription glasses are "stunna" shades.

They aren't shades and they certainly do not stun.

Plus the fact that they are only tinted whenever there is enough sunlight.

My glasses must bein denial, 'cause, you know...

I certainly am a baller.

Holla-jou-walla.

Docking out...
-Ryan : rhymes with kinseracob

Ryan posted this at 5:22 PM.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

 

8.27.06

You know the word "knock"?

If it were "knonk" instead (that is, replace the "c" with an "n"), it would become a palindrome.

If I were to ever be on a bobsled team, I would like to be the guy in the back.

Sure, you might think that he has the burden of having to be the last guy in.

But think of this...

if they ever were to crash, he'd have the most cushion in front of him.

Well, for the most part.

The guy in the front has the most uh...

guy protection.

I don't think they have cups for bobsledders.

Docking out...
-Ryan : will invent the bobsledders cup

Ryan posted this at 10:00 PM.

 

8.27.06

I think subconsciously, all I really want...

is to be quoted, anonymously or famously.

You know, like how you always hear the quote, "Dance like nobody's watching."

Stuff like that.

I think.

I recommend not sneezing into or towards the direction of a fan.

I don't get the term "hands down".

Isn't one's natural reaction to something that affected them so greatly to put their hands up?

I often have my hands down, and they're usually like that because of dull or non-exciting events.

You don't get held up by a robber with a gun and then say, "Man, hands down, that was the worst experience ever."

No, you'd say with your arms in the air, "Man, hands up, that was the worst experience ever."

That and the fact that you probably would already have your hands up while you initially thought that that.

Docking out...
-Ryan : hands out

Docking out...
-Ryan : dances like everybody's watching

Ryan posted this at 1:11 PM.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

 

8.25.06

It was just one of those days where you're not necessarily in a bad mood, you just easily zone-out.

It's like a sudden rush of deep thoughts and it seems like pensive sessions of lost time decided to come back all at the same time on the same day.

You try to concentrate, but all you can concentrate on is the oscillating ruminations sporadically fluttering from this subject to that.

Everything you see or hear inhibits five-minute periods of wonder, curiousity and thinking.

It's not always good, but it's not always bad.

It eventually stops, but the flip-flopping thought process can only cease or become slothed by one thing-- a big idea or subject which will guide your thoughts for the rest of the day.

And what was the thing that took over my mind the entire day?

People. Again.

They say knowledge is a dangerous thing because once you know things, it's not like you can just forget it.

Even if it pains you.

This a good example as any I guess.

There's this one lady where I work, and I know she tries, but sometimes she just doesn't get it--

doesn't get a question, a command or just a route of thinking.

And it annoys me sometimes--

because I want her to get it.

How much easier would things be if she just didn't have to spend as much time as she does trying to figure something out.

And it isn't just this one lady at work--

they're people everywhere.

Half the time, they're very capable of solving their own problems, they just won't allow it.

I want to just help them clear their heads, remove all the pointless stuff they're wallowing about.

Because if they could just remove the gunk, they'd see how shiny the tile really is.

Why waste time stressing over time you can't get back?

Now back to this lady, she's also a hypocrite with a self-indulged mentality and personality that's borderline high school-reminiscent, but that's another argument and I'm beginning to digress.

Back to point.

She's somewhat lazy and very often refuses to do work for others and then goes around and complains when the temps decide not to help her out with anything.

The worst part is, she doesn't realize she's doing it.

And why's that?

Because people have a strong affinity for themselves and have a tendency to work things out for themselves.

I see it in almost everyone, whether they know it or not.

And it's not their fault-- it's a very basic human condition and society reinforces that more so.

But it still irritates me to see people complaining all the time and not doing something about it.

Or when they're stuck on past events that cause even more stress on their lives.

And I know, it's not easy to work upon these things.

I don't expect to happen all in one day.

But, if for just one day every year (every month, if I had it my way), people could just sit and analyze the way they live and delve into the reasons for their actions and why they act they way they do-- maybe they could help improve themselves.

Because no one likes to get hassled, and they certainly don't want to hear things from someone else, let alone me.

I could wish the best and want to give you all the help in the world, but it has to start with you.

If you want to rot in your own hole, then there's nothing I can do.

But please, don't throw the dirt you find down there back at me.

It won't always go as planned, but hey--

if life gives you lemons and you make a grape smoothie, you still made something, yeah?

Drink up.

Docking out...
-Ryan : do something (sincerely) for someone else at least once per day

Ryan posted this at 2:33 AM.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

 

08.22.06

I keep trying to have staring contests with this guy in the glass (and I'm not gonna lie-- he's pretty damn fine) that have sometimes last for minues, even hours, but we keep ending in draws.

We're just too good. Maybe we should stare down other people with these decimating pools of dark brown hue.

Docking out...
-Ryan : de-de-de-deeee-nieeed

Ryan posted this at 7:12 PM.

 

08.22.06

Until the now became later.

A teacher, in the middle of her second year ask one of the students she previously taught, "Eddie, why do you think you're doing so well this year as compared to last?"

He replied, "It's 'cause I like the person I am when I'm around you."

It is what it is.

That may be the case for material things.

But for abstract beings and the human condition, I don't believe so.

You need more laughter in your life.

It was so comfortable.

How's the cushion after sitting on it for so long?

It sure ain't tempur-material.

Docking out...
-Ryan : Miles from Coltrane

Ryan posted this at 1:03 AM.

Monday, August 21, 2006

 

08.21.06

In a lot of things in life, it's not about how things deal with you but how you deal with them.

My first custom shirt will read: "It's laundry day".

But the thing is, I'll wear it all the time.

My first custom license plate holder will say, "I'd rather be sleeping".

But the thing is, (much to the surprise/chagrin of those reading it) I hardly ever sleep at a regular schedule nor a normal amount of time.

High cholesterol and an elevated level of liver enzymes?

You can't necessarily have the good without the bad.

Sometimes, I get this feeling like I'm the only person that doesn't work on the weekends.

A sense of humor will save you from a lot of things.

People lose or get new numbers without telling others-- that's how people lose touch.

Correction: People delete or get new MySpaces/screenames without telling others-- that's how people lose touch nowadays.

Okay, I don't mind bulletins. They'll happen. But when you're posting them every 5 minutes about useless stuff, you might need to check yourself.

And having a conversation through bulletins? What is wrong with you people? Call that person (and then three-way everyone on your friends list while you're at it).

You always have a choice, no doubt-- but there are many situations in life where you have to bite the bullet.

Have some patience and remember-- while you may have a lack of option now, it may open a cascade of opportunity later.

At least, that's what I tell myself and others.

I'm too young to concretely know this and I'm surrounded by too many who never followed it or reaped its benefits.

And about that last post-- it's loosely based on this one cool cat I know.

And as always, I'll leave it at that.

Docking out...
-Ryan : we gon' walk these dogs

Ryan posted this at 2:09 AM.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

 

08.20.06

DISCLAIMER: The following is a macabre tale of a dark and serious nature. Please do not continue if you feel that you cannot endure such a story. Cheers.

=-=-=-=-=

He'll tell you that he doesn't have insomnia, though that's the technical term for it. As an acquaintance, he'll just tell you that he has trouble sleeping at night. But if you're one of the chosen few, he may feel compelled to tell you of what haunts him in the still hours of the midnight, of the various demons that torture him from the depths of the shadows, whose contorted shapes do nothing but remind him of events that transpired in the past.

Do you live in fear? I mean, truly terrified of something-- scared for or of life? Most are lucky enough to not have to live with such burdensome thoughts-- he used to be one of them.

More than likely, he will spare you the long story-- that he just had his short time handling politics. He'll say that, in a nutshell, there were often disputes between parties and eventually, he evolved into the man who was sent to quell a quantity of qualms in the area. But very quickly, like a moth to the flame, he was drawn in and the risk of each solution rose considerably.

Things were getting deep and he was being brought down with them. With their age, people's egos grew-- their intelligence and immaturity exponentially worsening. Vendettas were constantly growing, retribution seeming to be the only option.

Living under these conditions left him jaded to many experiences. The violence of men and their testosterone-driven ambitions over territory and material things were things that only shocked him in the very beginning-- not because he got over it, but because one had to get over it in order to be strong enough to do what he did. It was only when things of this nature deviated from the alpha-males and their peons and began burgeoning into the lives of females that a dark flame stirred within him-- that was his weakness.

His deep-rooted hate for the male mind was a direct result of his environment. There's a keen difference betwen streetsmarts and booksmarts and here, he had a clear advantage in both over all the men he dealt with. But the ladies here were another story and of another caliber. The roles they played in these neighborhoods and the actions they took nurtured within him a soft respect for the female gender. He never fought over his boys-- only with words and compromises.

But, mess with a girl in any shape or form, physically or verbally, and there would be guaranteed payback. He called them his "songs" and his quartet of retaliation sang his lyrics to the unfortunate-- their heard crescendos of pain amplifications of the melancholy in the female community they had created.

He was the Venus Enforcer and soon he became more feared than loved. He had a composure and form that presiden'ts would have been envious of. He ruled over the county with an undisputed iron fist. With his strong hold of power, he was very rarely perturbed or distilled, his raging fire of retribution saved for female cases.

The last time he lost it, a girl he hardly even knew was reported to had been raped at a party. He approached her in confidence and it was confirmed. He felt that it was his duty to deliver an opposite but unequal reaction.

Instead of his usual quartet, he rounded a band of ex-cons who owed him a favor. It was a saturday evening and the target and friends were jumped outside of a local liquor store. He and his crew, which consisted of three, were taken to a back-alley where they were blasted with a prison song of forced attrition. Poetic justice-- four virginities to pay for the stolen value of one.

He never gave the group, known as the Northside Aristocrats, another thought-- he usually never had to.

Two weeks later, the NSA retaliated in a violent guerrilla knife-frenzy. However, they weren't after him-- at least not physically. He didn't play by the rules, neither would they-- they went after one of his best friends, his right-hand man.

The ambulance didn't make it in time. He suffered a slow death due to blood loss, the result of multiple stabbings lining the stomach and chest.

Do you know what it's like to hold a loved one in your arms, watching them breathe their last breath, the small light in them fading away until there's an emptiness in their eyes?

After that, he distanced himself from that town and everyone there. The place that he once regulated with dignity had regulated him in the end, making him one of its victims.

It was memories like this that lurked in the darkness and slowly ate away at his soul. He couldn't sleep because at times, he was paralyzed with fear from knowledge-- the knowledge that he or anyone wasn't invincible and that the world is a crazy place with a severe imbalance of good and bad.

But more importantly, his faith in humanity was shattered-- he was terrified with the knowledge that even he could succumb to the travesties and horrors he once prevented.

=-=-=-=-=

Docking out...
-Ryan : ...

Ryan posted this at 2:32 AM.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

 

08.16.06

I claim Carlsbad as my own.

Just keep your eyes peeled on your righthand-side when driving down Palomar Airport road towards San Marcos.

Look for a tanker-- my name's all over it.

Love, laught, luck and lollipops.

That's all you really need to possess.

Docking out...
-Ryan : calm, cool, collected-- but also crazy

Ryan posted this at 11:47 PM.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

 

08.07.06

I am quite possibly among the most enigmatic and hardest to reach persons ever to exist in the 21st century.

Holla front.

Docking out...
-Ryan : just leave a message

Ryan posted this at 1:08 AM.

Friday, August 04, 2006

 

08.03.06

Empathy should inspire instead of expire notions of optimism, aid and philanthropy.

People are too concerned with recognition that they only do the right thing when it is easily observed by others.

It's all in the details.

Docking out...
-Ryan : not the sum of the whole parts

Ryan posted this at 1:35 AM.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

 

08.02.06

Wouldn't it be something if everything all changed?

Docking out...
-Ryan : it's a good thing

Ryan posted this at 7:50 AM.