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Stepping in a Huge Pile of ‘Should’

Good Sunday Morning.  I should probably be in Church right now absolving my sins, but I have to clean and stuff.

See what I did there?

You probably missed the keyword in the second sentence unless you were looking/listening for it.  This is already starting to feel like a grammar lesson…

*Grabs pointing device and slaps chalkboard with it*

The word I’m talking about is should.

Or, if you’d like me to make it sound a little more intense, I can add a broken German accent to it:

*Grabs pointing device and slaps chalkboard with it while speaking in a broken German accent*

Ah!  Zis vurd vright he-are!  Dus is eine vurd, “Shood”

"Zees right he-are is eine very important lesson too"

“Zees right he-are is eine very important lesson too”

It’s such a shitty word – a shouldy word – and whether it’s spoken with a broken accent, or fluent English, it’s a bad word.  It’s worse than fuck, shit, bastard, moist, or snow, and that’s because it has guilt smeared all over it like cream cheese on a bagel.

When you break it down, it seems like should  implies that you’re not doing something that you’re supposed to be doing, or that you’re doing something that doesn’t meet another person’s standards, or that if you don’t do something, you’ll miss out on something great.

It’s like a really subtle form of controlling somebody via the guilt trip, or a take-away of personal power.  It’s one of those trigger words that PISSES me off whenever I hear it, and yet, I’m aware that I also use it too. Break it down, and it’s like being conditionally accepting of somebody else’s current state of nirvana.

I have a folder full of preachy-sounding articles sitting on my desktop right now, and none of them will ever see the light of day because I’m not qualified to be handing out ‘life advice’.  I have my own pile of dirty dishes to attend to.  But I thought this might be an interesting conversational piece, and I’m curious if it has the same effect on you.

How big is the should pile in your life?

Talk to me.

LAP Featured on WordPress News

For the first time ever, this is not a spoof LAP news announcement: The entire Long Awkward Pause cast is being featured on WordPress News today, so please join us for an insightful interview into the underworkings and underwears of of this marvelously disorganized humor mag of sorts!

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We will also be offering a very simple (very late) complimentary breakfast buffet for our guests, which will consist of Coffee and bagels, and also muffins if you prefer.  We also have cream cheese for you bagel buffs. Oh yeah, and we also have whole grain cereal and oatmeal, and a toast selection for the fiber people, and flapjacks with chocolate chips and/or blueberries, and a variety of high-grade maple syrups to choose from.

Oops!  Almost forgot to mention the poached eggs, fried eggs, scrambled eggs , the grits, the standard bacon, turkey bacon and Canadian bacon, the sausage links, the Kobe beef sausage sampler (haven’t tried it yet, but sounds pretty good), and the imported tropical fruit spread that came from some warm island, too.

Waffles!  Forgot to mention the waffles with powdered sugar and strawberry toppings.  How could I forget about the waffles?

Oh yes, geez, and there will also be orange juice, mango juice, papaya juice, cranberry juice, Juicy Juice, Banana juice, some green juice stuff that looks gross so probably don’t try that one, and also spring water with ice and straws, and those little umbrella toothpick things (…if you want to look important while you’re eating).

Tea, goat cheese and croissants too. And cinnamon buns. There might be something else I'm forgetting here...

Tea, goat cheese and croissants too. And cinnamon buns. There might be something else I’m forgetting here…

If that isn’t an incentive to join us this afternoon, then you probably hate the shit out of breakfast.  Or maybe you just don’t like breakfast in the afternoon, which is understandable.  Fair enough. Hope to see you there!

Salute \m/

Life in the Express Lane

I’m a painter by trade, so that’s what I’m busy doing when I’m not pretending to be a writer or a graphic artist.  I’m not gonna front and say that it’s my dream job, but that definitely doesn’t mean that I don’t like doing it either.  Plus, and I don’t wanna toot my own horn, but ok yes I do, I’m pretty good at what I do. 

This is a picture of us working at the market.  Circa 2014

This is a picture of us working at the market. Circa 2014

There are a lot of perks, like, for instance, I don’t have to work inside of an office tackle box like 95% of the country; I get to work in a lot of different locations on a variety of different projects; I get weekly gratification because of the quick turn around on most of our projects; and I don’t have to wear Khaki’s and a Polo and listen to some passive aggressive guy named Greg tell me about his kid’s tap dance recital by the water cooler every day.

One of the coolest ongoing projects that I have the pleasure of working on is a ginormous upscale shopping market in an uber hipster region of the metro-Detroit area.

It’s a night shift-only project, which is awesome for the first couple hours of the first couple of nights.  It seems like every time I walk in there to do a job that Frankie Valli song from the movie, Grease, is playing on the overhead speakers.  I think they do that on purpose, and I always feel like I’m in the climax scene of a really cool movie about painters or something.

*Slow Motion Entrance*

However, by hour four of every shift, and about 150 doo-op songs later, I want to swan-dive off the roof head-first.

Hey, Pop Trivia Time:

What is the most frequently asked question that I get asked as a painter while working at the market?

*Jeopardy Theme*

Answer:  Daily Double.

The most frequently asked question that I get as a painter while working at the market:

“Painting, eh?”

The world is chalk full (<–blatant grammatical error) of observant people, and I tip my cap to all of you eagle-eyed lookie-lou’s.

But anyways, this store is huge.  If I had to conservatively guess, there are probably about 40,000 employees working there because I’ve never seen the same person twice.  There’s like an employee-making portal or something somewhere in the store that these people come out of before they promptly begin stocking shelves and crushing bulk pineapple slice boxes.

One person who I know for sure works there on a regular basis is Matt; a highly attentive, very slow-talking, Asian night shift dude.

"Yeah, any one of those will work, Matt"

“Yeah, any one of those will work, Matt”

Matt is a cool guy, but our conversations are full of too much information and they take a lot of time to complete.  Matt gave us access to the intercom system the first night, so that if we ever need him for any reason, like, to move somebody’s coat or something, we could send out a page and bring him to the break room area where he will promptly move the coat for us.

As you might have already guessed, we’re abusing this privilege:

“Matt to the break room; we have a thermostat question.  Not sure if 68 degrees is the preferred temperature in here or not.

“Matt to the break room;  we’re gonna need some imported beer up here pretty soon.  If that’s cool with you.”

“Matt to the break room; we ran out of coffee.”

“Matt to the break room; we’re gonna need some help finding a spatula.”

Tonight is the third night of the project.  My eyes are scratchy right now.  I feel like hammered shit.  I’m over-caffeinated.  I’m listening to my neighbor talk about her appointment with her podiatrist this afternoon on the front porch.  I’m crazy-laughing.

But that’s life in the Express Lane.  Cue the Frankie Valli.

*Puts on Shades*

*Pages Matt*

Salute \m/

Searching for Felicks Wolski

I have a Dropbox account, which if you’re not familiar, is a file sharing account for really big attachments.  Standard email is to envelope, as Dropbox is to dump truck.  Get it?

Anyways, I signed up for an account a couple months ago and used it one time only to forget about it.  But I ran into a situation recently where I needed to send and receive a few big files with somebody, so I tried logging into my account one afternoon.

ACCESS DENIED.

So I went through that mildly irritating password recovery procedure, which was a red flag, because I use the same password for everything that requires a password, because I have a hard time remembering fucking passwords.  It turns out that I wasn’t using the wrong the password in fact; I was using the wrong email address and attempting to log into somebody else’s account.  Somebody who used one of my email addresses to create it…

…Somebody by the name of Felicks Wolski.

There it was – staring at me in the eyeball from the top right corner of the screen: “Hello, Felicks Wolski”

I had successfully hacked into what was technically, my own account.  And also who the fuck is Felicks Wolski?

Are you Felicks Wolski?

Artist Rendering of Felicks Wolski.

I felt violated – like I was internet raped or something.   Some Austrian man hijacked my email address in order to create his/my/our account.

Or is it possible that there is somebody else who was assigned the same address, and I’m now officially on a most wanted list because of my unintentional hack?   Am I being reasonable in assuming that this man is from Austria?  Does he probably have mutton chops because of his specific geological location?

I’ll never know the answers to these questions.

I can only assume that this is an alias being used to conceal the identity of a Nigerian Lottery Sweepstakes employee of some kind, because you spelled Felix wrong, and there is no reason to use somebody’s email address when there are many still available. 

Here are a few suggestions, seeing that you’re having a difficult time creating an email account on your own:

-          emailaddressterrorist@yahoo.com

-          myparentsgavemeastupidname@yahoo.com

-          muttonchopsplayboy@yahoo.com

In the meantime, my fruitless Google search continues in order to uncover the true identity of this shadowy email address-stealing person.  I may never discover the true origins of the elusive, Felicks Wolski, or his motive behind opening a large file sharing account.  But one thing I know for fact:

Mr. Wolski will not be using this account to send dick pics with, because that will definitely not require a large file.

See you in hell, you Austrian internet terrorist bastard.

Salute \m/

25 Free Sexy-Ass Web Banners on Display

There’s one thing that i know is universally true about human beings:  people love free shit.  They’ll take anything if it’s free – it doesn’t matter what it is.  Say the word “free”, even under your breath, and the cheapskates come crawling out of boxes by the thousands like warehouse mice tracking the scent of a moldy piece of cheese.

In this case, that’s a good thing!  This banner giveaway thingy was a pretty bitchin’ deal, and personally, if someone offered me up a FREE custom web banner?  I woulda jumped on that shit like Charlie Sheen on a pile of cocaine.

Thank you to everybody for the interest, the shout-outs, and the challenge.  My fist is in the air right now so as to indicate, “fuck yes, cool, rock on!”  And if you’d be so kind and generous as to plug me again at some point in the future (that sounded dirty), I’d be eternally grateful, because daddy needs a new pair of slacks.  And he also needs to pay the electricity bill, because it’s hard to write in the dark with a computer that does not work.

Anyways, this is the last time I’m gonna whore on about all of this web banner stuff, because yes, we’re on the same page – it’s very annoying.  But again, remember the slacks and the electricity thing.  I gotta use my “Social Media tools” here.

So, if you’re interested in art and crap, here’s the 25 free banners that people are now sportin’ (or not…tsk tsk…) across the ‘Press.  I added some other stuff too, and left out all the badges and stuff because redundancy.

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Note from a Fan aka Mortimer Schnub

On Long Awkward Pause we have a contact page called “Talk to us Here” that people can use to send requests asking us to write something specific or to answer group questions, or to request nude pictures from us, or to offer us bulk penis enlargement pills at low costs; but once in a great while, we get something really endearing that’s totally worth sharing.

I thought I’d pass on this note that was made out to Chris “The Boss” De Voss from a fan of the site.

Mortimer Schnub

Hi Christopher,

I just wanted to stop by and say thank you for liking my post “The Amazing Niles Munster” on my website/blog Strange World With Dr. Mortimer Schnub. It took me a while to get this thank you out to you but better late than never.

I was about to quit, until my wife of 25 years, Michelle (who helps me type up the posts and puts everything together for me on the site and whom I am nothing without (can you tell she’s typing this email as I’m dictating to her? (She just wanted to make sure she gets her props)) pointed out that you liked the post and that you are a professional writer and well known in the humor blogging community, and that you started a joint blog of humor bloggers. So I have not given up hope that maybe in some small way our site will take off. I know it’s not the regular blog type site, so it will take longer to develop a following, but this has really given me a little more confidence to keep writing and posting. It’s not everyone’s taste but I am old school, my formative years were spent watcing SCTV, Saturday Night Live (the orignal cast), Monty Python, “the early funny” Woody Allen flicks and reading National Lampoon.

Thanks again and if you want to throw me another bone please follow the site as well.

Thanks!
Anthony Cortez (aka: Dr. Mortimer Schnub)
Website: http://strangeworldwithdoctormortschnub.com/

*****

I’m not sure what your story is, Mr. Anthony Cortez, but you rock for leaving a cool ass note like that.  Chris shared it with all of us through email, and it made me smile.  Thanks for rocking and good luck with your venture.

If anyone is interested in showing this dude a bit of support and giving him a few comments to read, you can visit his site by clicking HERE.  I won’t beg you to visit, but I was just thinking back on the first day of my “blogging career” and wondering if anyone would ever read my shit.  They did, but a lot of people helped get to that point.

I think I’ll pay it forward now.

Rock On, Dr. Mortimer Schnub!  \m/

P.S.  Chris De Voss is technically a “Semi-Professional Writer” – just wanted to clarify.  Oh, and he still confuses ‘their’ and ‘there’.  Oh, and one more thing: he, misplaces commas too.

Where Do You Find Your Creative Inspiration?

Ever since early childhood I’ve had this insatiable need to create things.  Throughout life I’ve dabbled in just about every discipline, from music, to video editing, to drawing and painting wall graphics.  The only thing that I haven’t done yet is singing.  Well, if you count singing Guns and Roses in the shower, then I guess I’ve experimented with that too.  But don’t let that get out, sweet child o’ mine, as I don’t have the time for any band tryouts at the moment.  

What I discovered is that being involved in a creative project isn’t just something that I enjoy doing – it’s something that I need it in my life in order to be truly happy deep inside.  That would explain why Art was always my strongest subject in school early on.  The at-home dialogues at report card time usually started off with something like, “Look, Mom!  I got an A in Art!  And I flunked the shit out of Science!”  And yet, despite the number of days I spent being grounded because of my disdain for repetitive, boring-ass T-tables, I’ve always thrown myself into a creative project to find that inner satisfaction.  Whether you realize it or not, chances are likely that the same applies to you too. 

MELTED BOI

Pssh! Anybody can do that…

The way I see it, we’re all creators, and everybody has creative ability.  Art takes on so many different forms beyond drawing and painting too:  needlework, costume jewelry-making, floral arrangements, dancing at the bar or in your living room, doodling, coordinating interior paint colors, picking out clothing, cooking from scratch, clay modeling and pottery, coloring, writing poetry, video editing, buying bath towels – all of these things require some type of creative process.  Given the number of opportunities that we’re offered up everyday, I find it mind-boggling to hear somebody say something dumb like, “I’m just not very creative.”  

Stop right there.  Every human being on this planet is creative.

It’s a requisite – an ability that we’re all born with – and the same intrinsic needs that it satisfies within me, it satisfies within everybody else.  The flavor might be different, but the need is there, and everybody has the potential to excel at some type of creative hobby.  The goal shouldn’t be about becoming the next Rembrant or Michelangelo, but instead, it should be about personal expression, and about developing and learning what defines you and the type of art that fits your style.

And some people define their art by sculpting Gorillas.  Out of tinfoil.

And some people define their art by sculpting Gorillas. Out of tinfoil.

Inevitably, sadly, from time to time that the well of ideas eventually runs dry, and the dreaded block occurs, stifling the creative flow.  Sometimes it feels like it will never end and it’s frustrating as hell.  When it happens, instead of dampening the canvas with tears, or cramming a paint brush into our eyeballs, sometimes it’s awesome to step aside from a project and go out into the real or virtual world and find something inspiring.  It’s so easy to get consumed or preoccupied with your own ideas, and forget that there are a lot of other people out there with great ideas too.

Since we’re all Creative Geeks here, I’d like to ask you a couple of questions:

1.)  What is the most fulfilling creative outlet in your life?  and,

2.)  Where do you turn for inspiration when you’re blocked?

In the meantime, here are some awesome YouTube Videos that I always check out whenever I need a kick-start:

Led Zeppelin, The Immigrant Song – Austrailia ’72

If I’m drumming and my hands are stiff, I always turn to John Bonham to kick me back into form.  THIS is heavy metal, and probably the best live Zeppelin I’ve ever heard.

“Fresh Guacamole” by PES

Stop motion films are just incredible to me, and this is one of the absolute best.  There is an explosion of creative happening here, and every time I watch it, it’s hard not to smile.

“Rejected” by Don Hertzfeldt

If you’re into dark comedy, and/or animation, this one is a must see.  I absolutely love this guys drawings.  Stick around for the ending – it’s the best part.

“Rubber Johnny”  by Chris Cunningham & Aphex Twin

This one is just weird.  You should probably watch this one at your own risk if you have trouble sleeping at night, but it’s definitely creative as hell.

 

The Official Chowderhead Retirement Party

I’ve been putting a lot of thought into slippin’ out the back door unnoticed for awhile now, but the decent jerk in me feels like a sign off post would be the cool thing to do.

That sounds so self-important doesn’t it?  Like I’m sittin’ here selling off locks of hair because you deserve to have them.  This is some serious protocol shit here.  I’m sorry.  I know it’s corny.  You love it, don’t lie.

It’s not supposed to sound self important.  I’m just another peon hiding out in a very small corner of the internet like the rest of you peons.  That doesn’t change the fact that I feel like I’ve made some real friends over the past year-plus.  And despite how much it sucks for me to have to pull up the stakes on something that’s been so gratifying in so many ways – something that led to so many great memories and accomplishments – it’s just not fun to me anymore, and it hasn’t been for awhile.

But before I mosey on outta here I would like to talk about some serious stuff.

I read a lot of the posts the other day during the fallout, and I will say this about it:  I’m not here to attack, defend, justify, or debate any of it here, and I kindly ask that you keep it out of the comment section on this site.  In no way, shape, or form is that a criticism to any party involved, because I understand the severity of it.  It’s just a preference of mine to not be involved publicly.  Respect that.

Reading all of it was pretty overwhelming, and it scared the hell out of me – not just imaginary-blogging-bubble scared – real world scared.  It was an example of just how quickly information can spread on the Internet, and it raised a lot of questions in my mind about the blogging arena from a legal, ethical, and personal safety standpoint.

I’ve never felt comfortable putting personal information on the Internet.  In fact, I don’t even really like Facebook for that reason.  I don’t like the thought of having certain information of mine available to anybody with an Internet connection.  Although I do it on occasion, I usually end up regretting it.  Once it’s out there and read, it’s too late to call it back.

It reminds me of the adage:  “If all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you follow them?”

Like with everything, when everybody’s doing something it somehow creates this illusion that it’s safer, or more acceptable to do.  A lot of people, including myself, have posted some pretty juicy stuff online – particular things that profile us, or mistake us for professional opinions.

This platform allows us to freely communicate our opinions and views on topics with a very wide audience.  With that privilege, I think there should also be a certain amount of personal responsibility that comes along with it.

As far as the reality of this whole blogging platform goes, it’s an imaginary world – a fantasy – and sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in that fantasy aspect of it.  It all sounds so poetic – and by design – like images from a movie, meant to stir the emotions of the reader.  We look at the images of each other; we read the amazing words and stories pouring out of those pictures daily, and our minds naturally fill in the blanks.  Basically, we profile each other.

We begin to trust in the stories.  They appear to be consistent, and the images back them up.  We like the people that are being created in our mind’s eye.  The truth is, we never truly know the people that we’re communicating with online until we meet and learn about them in real life.  Even then, discovery doesn’t happen overnight.  It takes time to build a real life friendship.  Online, we’re just acquaintances.  And regardless of how many years we’ve been in contact with each other, we still don’t know each other.

It’s kinda like having an imaginary friend.

The reality is that people aren’t images and blog posts, and we consistently give our trust away to people that aren’t yet worthy of having it.  It takes time to build trust, and to discover whether or not the persona matches the person.

Here, we’re all characters.  Although the stories sound similar to our own experiences, it’s not reality.

I pulled my blog down a couple months go for that reason.  There were things on this site that profiled me personally that I decided weren’t appropriate to have online.  I keep my inner most thoughts and personal experiences now in a journal.  It’s my preference, but maybe you might want to consider it too.

I built my shtick around comedy.  It’s cathartic in a way, and I’ve always enjoyed interacting with everybody that pops in.  I’m gonna grind that to a hault for now however, and say thank you so FUCKING much for being so cool and supportive of what I do.  It’s something I’ve always enjoyed, and our interactions with each other have made it all that much better.

I’m gonna be writing at Long Awkward Pause from now on full-time, and I’d love to see all you guys around still.  If the mood strikes me to write here again in the future, I’ll definitely come back and rock it.  For now, I gotta bounce, yo.

And lastly, I’d love to have you guys share a story or something funny, or an interaction we had together, or something that you enjoyed about coming around here.  It would seriously make my day.  *Here’s a locket of hair in return*

Sooooo, with all that said, I think it would only be appropriate to end on this note:

ROCK STAR SALUTE, CHOWDERHEADS!   \m/  

When Suze Speaks You Will Listen

How anti-climactic…

YouTube Troll Hunt Update

Ahoy, mate!

I’ve been scouring YouTube for nearly a week now with only a few nibbles.  I think the trolls are picking up on my Google+ account scent.  I realized just yesterday that the reason I haven’t had any luck yet probably has to do with the fact that I have a gigantic billboard on my Google homepage that reads: Continue reading