Long awaited return

Well, to those of you that have been waiting in anticipation for many months, I am back. I have spent the last few months really deciding on how I want to take this medium, what I want to do with it, what I want to achieve.
You see, when I created Venti Bold, I was in a caffeinated haze. A coffee coma if you will, and I wasn't sure really what I wanted to do with it. I realized that I needed to take the idea and put it in my hands not unlike a sculptor does with his stone, marble or raw lump of clay. I needed to hold it in my hands a little and feel the density in its rawness. To squeeze it a bit and feel its mass and realize the potential of what I was holding. To look at it and see what it could become. To embrace it and ever so slowly, shape it into what I wanted. I knew that it would take some time but I could take that piece of stone, and turn it into my Venus di Milo! Venti Bold is my Goddess of Love! My woman with no arms! Naked even! What do you think of that?
So what will become of this place? What will I achieve here? Will I educate others? Maybe so. Will I stimulate others? Indeed. Will it entertain, anger or even outrage others? It better! Hopefully, all of the human emotions will be tickled when visiting Venti Bold.
By the way, as a side note. I actually do not drink Venti Bold anymore. Yeah. I was having a hard time with the old ticker after consuming 40 ounces of Starbucks High Octane Go Juice during the day. 20 in the morning, 20 in the evening. I started to feel like I was on a constant adrenaline rush and my body was getting exhausted, except when it came time to sleep, where I would stare at the ceiling at 2 am wondering how long it would take to walk to and from the moon. As a distance of course. NOT actually walking to the moon. That is impossible.
I know what you're thinking. "What will happen to all that insightful witty banter that you come up with when you're in the zone?" Fear not my devoted follower(s). I still get the taste of java in my orifice with the decaf. It just doesn't come with that jitter that courses through my body like a meth head looking for the next score. In addition, I do not feel that changing the name to Venti Decaf will benefit the overall feel and atmosphere of this blog so I think we will all stay pleased knowing that the name stays!
Ok, with that out of the way, let me say that after some hard thinking, some brain storming, a little think tank that I had earlier today with a trusted "hermano", I have decided that what would be a great addition to the blog would be guests, not unlike a talk show, that could "guest blog" so to speak about their lives and such. We could get a glimpse into the world of others and how they feel about politics, current issues, the profession that they are in etc. Hopefully starting next week, we will have these guests and listen to their thoughts a bit. I expect that you all will give them the same courtesy you give me.

Not much between the ears AKA-It should help the Iraq

Sat down earlier today to take a look at some things on the computer. Jumped online to take a look at the whole bloggy-blogg world, check news etc. By the way, Georgy Boy still doesn't quite have a grasp on the English language. Surprised?
(Note: The reader should in no way interpret the following post as evidence that the "Poster"-aka "Blogger" has never viewed either accidentally nor purposely the horrible morning show in which a gaggle of cackling hens sits around yenta-ing it up known as The View)
I realize that I am a week or so behind on this, but can someone please explain to me how the following conversation was able to take place AT ALL? I will reserve judgment until after the transcript.

WHOOPI GOLDBERG: Is the world flat?

SHERRI SHEPHERD: Is the world flat? (laughter)

GOLDBERG: Yes.

SHEPHERD: …I Don’t know.

GOLDBERG: What do you think?

SHEPHERD: I… I never thought about it, Whoopi. Is the world flat? I never thought about it.

BARBARA WALTERS: You’ve never thought about whether the world was round or flat?

SHEPHERD: I tell you what I’ve thought about. How I’m going to feed my child–

WALTERS: Well you can do both.

SHEPERD: …how I’m going to take care of my family. The world, is the world flat has never entered into, like that has not been an important thing to me.

ELIZABETH HASSELBECK: You’ll teach your son, Jeffery, right?

SHEPHERD: If my son, Jeffery, asks me ‘is the world flat,’ I guess I would go…

JOY BEHAR: You know, didn’t some person already work this question out? I mean, why are we doing this again? (laughter, applause)

Of all the hens, I would have to say that at least Joy has some wit about her, based on her comment at the end of course. Otherwise, I have no clue about her.

AND, in the interest of fair play let us not forget about the pure genius of our neighbor to the south who also was stumped on a "geographical" question. The lovely, the talented, Miss. Teen South Carolina Caitlin Upton (cue the dueling banjos)

“I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uhmmm, some people( I swear she said Osama), out there in our nation don’t have maps and uh, I believe that our, I, education like such as uh, South Africa, and uh, the Iraq, everywhere like such as, and I believe that they should, uhhh, our education over here in the US should help the U.S., uh, should help South Africa, it should help the Iraq and the Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future, for us.”


Wow. If you ever need a good laugh, and yet at the same time a little fear shot into you, watch that video. I cringe thinkin that my girls should ever even know of these two nimrods. It's amazing that we live in a time when there is so much concern for sexuality, violence, and language control in the media, yet we keep allowing this kind of stupidity to flourish.
That's all the energy I have to muster at the moment. My brain is starting to absorb the absolute simpletonness-(google that word) of these 2 nitwits. Time for some go juice to get that mid-afternoon pick-me-up started.

Alas the….rrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnngg….journey begins

Funny, just as I was about to start this post, my phone rings. Literally, as I am putting my fingers to the keys, BAM! That is annoying. Really. Doesn’t it seem like that happens a lot? You finally get to the point of being ready to do something and an interruption occurs which just puts that original activity on hold entirely. How often does that happen and affect us without us even realizing it?

How about those times when you finally get the kids to bed, the miscellaneous things completed that have been needing completion, get the dvd player setup, sound check, color adjustment on the widescreen, all the remotes in an orderly pile next to your bucket of noshes, you just heard that wonderful THX surround sound intro and your significant other decides that it is THE time to have that long overdue discussion about what so and so did at work today. Ok, so that is overblown a bit and quite honestly very cliche. That is NEVER the case in my world. (I think she may actually be reading this) Did I miss the accent back there?

Truthfully though, I often find myself caught in a strange place that makes me cringe when it happens. It is usually when I am with my daughters and we may be having a discussion, maybe snacking, watching t.v, even putting them to bed. The phone is in my pocket, on the fridge, on the mantle, wherever. It rings and I have to respond either to send it to voicemail, or answer it. 99% of the time I am sending it to voicemail and that’s all. But just the act of having to respond to it at all, to look as though I am putting whoever is on that line ahead of my daughters makes me sick. I know what some of you are saying. Well, at least the 2 of you that are reading this. Your saying “TURN OFF YOUR PHONE”. Easier said than done.

What’s even scarier is that my 2 year old will often tell me that the phone is ringing and that I should get it, though not in so many words of course. It usually sounds something along the lines of “Daddy, phone. Phone Daddy. Phone Daddy. UH OH, Phone Daddy!” Often accompanied by, but not exclusively, a sort of 2 year old’s interpretation of the Cabbage Patch, maybe? Not totally sure. Arms moving in a horizontal circular type motion? Check, kinda. Elbows tucked in at sides? Check, sorta. Silly expression on face? ABSOLUTELY. WOW! It is the Cabbage Patch. Kid’s got skills. Oops, I mean, skeeelz, yo!

I’m off. No doubt I’ll be interrupted prior to accomplishing something else vitally important in my life. Wouldn’t it be nice if those interruptions came when you’re neighbor down the block is asking you to help move the Pleather sectional couch he just scored from his brother-in-law moving to Paducah? Yeah, 2nd floor, July 3rd, 95 degrees at 7pm. Oh hooray for the red white and blue.