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Howdy Ghostfans…

Well, they say that inspiration is 99% perspiration…or something like that…

Or maybe it’s: Inspiration is like a lightning strike…never the same place twice?

F*ck it.  Anyway, ideas kind of usually hit me like bugs on a windshield…tons of them…usually small, insignificant…but occasionally…SPLAT!!!…a giant sack of bloody innards bombards your viewport!
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(Oooooooh!!!….Lightning Bug ass on my windshield!)
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So I was thinking….Everyone always says that, “There is someone out there for everyone.”
The implication being that “Happily Ever After” is just a couple of Whiskey & Cokes and a lucky drunken rendezvous away.

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(Bahahahahhahahahahahaha!  What does our friend Shrek say?…What A Load O’ Crap!!!)
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This idea of a Soul Mate…interesting.  Your one true counterpoint…wrapped up in a person who you want to have sex with forever.  Oh, Scarlett…please be mine?


(I want one…)
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BUT…They say life is all about balance, right?  Yin and Yang.  Fire and Ice.  Hookers and Blow.

What if…the opposite is also true?

What if…the Anti-Soul mate exists?

              
Hell on Earth                        vs.                 Heaven on Earth
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What the hell is a “soul mate” anyway?  Then we can try to figure out what it’s opposite would be.

Wikipedia…that fantastic online treasure trove of all things encyclopaedic..says this:

Plato…blah, blah, blah…beings with four arms and legs….blah, blah, blah, genitals….blah, blah…together rivaled the powers of the Gods, blah, blah…Zeus split them…It is said that when the two find each other, there is an unspoken understanding of one another, that they feel unified and would lay with each other in unity and would know no greater joy than that.

Damn.  Well, if you were originally made as one being…kind of hard to have an opposite.

So, I guess we’re going to have to imply a spiritual type of meaning on all of this nonsense.  You aren’t literally two pieces of flesh.  But someone who when you meet them, it’s magical.  A feeling of unity that brings no greater joy.

So, I guess your Anti-Soul Mate would be someone who brings you Unending Misery, and you can think of nothing else but getting away from them.

(Might have dated a couple of these actually…)

Sh*t, now there’s a thought.  What if there’s more than one?

Like a damned, Choose-Your-Own-Adventure book!!!

Option A —-Crazy, Makes your life hell!
Option B —-Clingy, Makes you want to jump off bridge!
Option C—–Mystery, Could be the Soul Mate…might be Option A & B combined!!!

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(Met one of these lately?)
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So, the next time you start jibbering about “There’s someone out there who’s perfect for me!”….just remember…there might be a dozen or more who are perfectly AWFUL for you lurking about as well!

BEWARE THE ANTI-SOUL MATE!!!!!!!

Ghost out…

What’s up, hookers?

DarkSide here.  Tired.  Hot…DAMN is it hot!!!


(That one’s for you, Subzero! HOT DAMN!!!)

Anyway, Mondays…Ghost you suck…seriously?  Why am I getting a writing assignment?  You want me to write about Mondays, here goes:

This particular Monday sucks because:
1) DarkSide can’t remember the last time we got drunk/nekkid and caused trouble.
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                   Broads                                                                         Booze                                                             Pleased DarkSide

I’m not sure what conspiracy that the Knight and Pathos are cooking up, but keeping Ghost away from the Ladies and Liquor is killing us!!!!  Just go out and be a “little bad”….Please? Don’t make me MindTrick Prodigy and get Everto on board to go out hunting down rebel “spies” to “interrogate”.
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2) New job the past two weeks.  What really sucks is that I’ve been bouncing between shifts, and will make a second to first to third swing over about 4 weeks….I’m taking a lot of naps…however…being able to get into the office for extended periods and OUT of the damn heat is mighty fine!  Working on the Death Star can be rough, but being able to get away from the heat from the reactors makes the day go much faster.


(Many offices in the Death Star have amazing views…just be careful to not fall out the window!)


(I was, uhh…just checking the construction progress and craftsmanship…uhmmm…..)
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3)  Did I mention it was f*cking hot???
I need to get to the pool!!!!

(This would work!)

(Not initially what I had in mind, but hey….this would work just fine too!)
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4)  Entirely f*cking sick of politcal commercials and the endless nonsense on FaceSpace….
Bottom line…Republicans AND Democrats are the problem.  They both sell us out…just to different special interests.  Is Healthcare for everyone a good idea?  Of course.  But here in the good ole U. S. of A….we’re f*cking broke!  We have failing public schools, our elderly who depend on Medicare and Social Security are looking at floundering government programs, so now we’re trying to start up ANOTHER ONE????  One that adds not a single nurse, doctor, etc…but adds a reported 16,000 I.R.S. agents?

Ok, Obamacrats…tell me what flavor Kool-aid I have to drink for THAT to make sense?

(The Empire health plan is MUCH better…we just clone more troops…no healthcare necessary!)
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5) The White Knight snores, Everto mutters to himself all hours of the day, Prodigy leaves notebooks, pens, and science crap everywhere, and Pathos has been skipping around composing some love poetry or some nonsense all day…Why can’t a dictator get some good old fashioned debauchery accomplished in peace?

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There, suck it, Ghost.  Just so you know…I am beginning to plan a coup to restore the DarkSide Agenda…there have been far too few questionable decisions made on booze lately!!!  The people demand satisfaction…well, DarkSide does anyway…and that’s what matters!!!

Later, Hookers.
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Ghost out…

Howdy Ghostfans…

And for you new people, I guess the first order of business is to introduce myself.  My name is Ghost.  I sometimes write from the perspective of one of the five different personalities that run around up between my ears…sometimes they jump in and out to collaborate with me like the Wu-Tang Clan…

(In my head…it looks like this…but much more white….like almost see-through pale…)

Ladies….I give you:

Top 7 ways to f*ck up your online dating profile!

(Now Ghost, really?  Why pick on the ladies?)

Well, I’m a guy.  I notice stuff…you know…that makes me think, YES, I’d date her.  Or things like…I’d definitely have sex with her, but I don’t believe I’ll use my real name.  Or even worse….Can I block this chick so she can’t see me? Day-umn!!!

So, my goal is to help you attract better men with your profiles…or worse ones if that’s what you’re into. ;-)

(It’s alright if we make Catwoman angry….when she looks like this….we’ll do whatever she says….)

Without further ado…here we go…
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Might as well start at the top…

7) Joining the ‘Mommy’-brigade…

(What you think you’re projecting…..

…What men think when we read, Mom, mom, mommy, mom, mom!!!!)

(Ghost you insensitive prick!  How dare you pick at a woman’s RIGHT to broadcast the fact that she has had sex, and most likely stretched out very delicate areas of her anatomy…probably to the point where they did not return to their pre-incubatory states?)

(This sh*t is not sexy….damn….double damn….Scroll down already…dammit!)

Well, ladies…it’s just that simple…Men are not looking to date your kids, or pre-occupied uterus….and the ones who ARE interested in your kids…Need to be shot at dawn.

(Dark Side: Dammit, Ghost!  You know how pedophiles piss me off!!!  It’s the one topic that the White Knight and I agree on.  Dismemberment and public display to deter any future nut jobs from hurting kids….)

Easy there Dark Side…we’re trying to help the ladies out here.  Anyway, back to the topic at hand.

There’s a box.  Have kids? Yes or No.  Somewhere in your description area, declare the number of times your Baby Chamber has been occupied.  It’s only fair to let a fella know how many little people are demanding your time.

This does two things: One it keeps guys who absoultely aren’t interested in kids away….it also prevents YOU from beginning a conversation with someone who you start to get all ‘tingly’ about after about 300 messages back and forth with…getting your hopes up…and then finding out he’s okay with two kids, but your 4 is too damn many.

Ghost has 4 demon spawn.  Been married twice.  Gotten the “Damn, you’re cute” messages, that turned into a couple hundred texts, and then heard the brakes lock-up and squeal when the lady in question found out about my brood.  It hurts…so a little preemptive medicine is order here. But my “Little Demons” are standard equiment…they come with the Ghost….package deal…If you aren’t down…do me a favor and keep clicking on…don’t waste my time telling me crap I already know…like how damn nice that dimple of mine is….or those darn blue eyes…ladies…I know… ;-)

I understand how important a “job” that being a parent is…I really do.  However, you were a person prior to getting knocked up…you need to be a separate person in order to date.  More on this later.

This topic will resurface throughout our countdown.  It’s a frequent mistake, and can cause problems in several places on a profile page.

Tally ho…(No, that isn’t an insult…<Facepalm>…there may be no hope for some of you…)

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6) Terrible username

Mademoiselles….selecting a username can be fun, cool, exciting….however…do not do the following, if you’re trying to land a good guy:

No “HotMommyof4″, “AmyandDevin” or “Cassie’s mom” (Again, not dating your kid..didn’t need to see their name.)

No to Lonely, Crazy, SexXxy, Misunderstood (mizundastood or any other dumbass spelling), no Wacky, Silly, Wild or Funky…..(Okay, If you play bass in a Funk band…I’ll allow it…but aside from that…no.)

No weird reference to a character in an Ayn Rand novel or any other obscure literary character…The only guys who are gonna know this…are probably gay…or married to another Lit major from college…..who’s probably gay as well.

I’m currently leaning towards no ‘Namaste’.  Great you know a Yoga word…why would I date you?

Nothing wrong with a nickname…so long as it’s positive…If your nickname is Drunk Sammi Liebowitz, going by DSL1984 is a REALLY bad idea…two reasons…explaining how you got to be Drunk Sammi is not going to impress a nice guy…secondly….DSL has a VERY different connotation in the slang world….

(DSL’s???  Check!)

Best to run any potential handles through UrbanDictionary.com to see if the “cool” kids are using your soon to be moniker for something nefarious.  I guarantee*** that if you use DSL in your title….you’ll get more penis photo messages than my fellow blogger Kat.

(***Guarantees not valid in any of the contiguous 48 states and only valid on the second Tuesday of the third week of October, in Leap Years in Hawaii and Alaska.)

Keep it simple.  If your name is Jen, and you were born in 1978, Jen1978 or Jenni78 is completely fine.  Most of these sites make you disclose your age anyway.  Just don’t do somthing like include your last name too.

Too many creepers.  I live in a small town, so I use the biggest nearby town’s zip code.  One it keeps someone who gets past inital screening and has learned my real name from being able to target lock my driveway.  Being 6’1″ and 220 is less of a concern for me, but if you have kids especially, this can be very unsafe.

(This is what happens if Ghost gets stalked….)

Which leads me to my next point….

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5) Photos

Sweet Lord in Heaven….this is one area where I want to shoot myself in the face.  Where to even begin….

A- Use a current photo…period.

I don’t care if you used to be a Victoria Secret model.  If you don’t still have a flat stomach, no muffin top and have the slightest  prayer of fitting into those clothes in the picture EVER again…don’t use it.

(Before pics aren’t required….unless you’re back to BEFORE!!!)

B- Do NOT include your children….Again, pretty kids are targets.  Coupled with a bad username and small zipcode area, you could be setting yourself up as a target for a child abduction.

Secondly, if you’re not happy with your figure, positioning your kids around/in front of you doesn’t fool anyone.  Rock what you got.  Period.  If you don’t like it…hit the gym.

C- Type of photos.

Do not include only headshots.  Do not make all your pics of groups.  Do not post a pic of you with your ‘hot’ friends.  These are all misleading.  False advertising may get you some casual replies, but if you’re looking for a “real man”, you gotta have truth in advertising.  Like it or not, you’re selling yourself.  Most cars get their buyers hook initially with their paint and wheels.  A nice smile and eyes goes a long way.

(Dark Side: They have no idea how many times, I’ve cycled through the first three pics and target locked on the redhead….who was in all three pics…only to figure out that the brunette was the profile subject.  Many a poor Storm Trooper have felt my wrath when this happens…Have a heart…save Storm Troopers from needless extra beatings….)

Include a dressed up/night on the town pic.  A chilling out photo…like tailgating or a barbecue.

(This is okay…)

(This is fine too…)

(Hell yes!)

(All Hail, Lord Bundy!)

(But absolutely NOT a sweats, no make-up lap-top cam pic in your messy bedroom shot. No bathroom/cameraphone/in the mirror pic…dear God, have you seen what was in the toilet behind some of those chicks trying to look all sexy?)

A group outing pic…..just make sure that it’s obvious who YOU are….again, we’re trying to get YOU a man…not your hot friend.

Showcase your interests.  You like horses, ONE pic with a horse.  You like sports…post a pic in your favorite jersey or tailgaiting. Not a pic OF a horse.  Make sure that YOU are the focus of these pics. Ladies with dogs…they are NOT your kids….I don’t care what you privately think…NOT in your profile…as such…same rule as pics of kids…don’t include them, unless you are in the pics with them. I don’t care how cute he and his chew toy are…I’m after a woman…not adopting a stray.

YOU MUST BE IN EVERY PIC.  Exception…a shot of a unique tattoo that you have.  Include a full body shot of yourself.  You want to be picked for what you are…not what you aren’t.

Do not get all hoochied up.  It’s one thing to have a girl’s night out photo.  It’s another to be rocking the spandex dress, hooker heels and drinking out of glasses with a penis straw….save the bachelorette party pics for later.

(Again….unless your goal is to take a run at Snarky Snatch’s Penis-text Guinness World Record…how many of you terminally single chicks have your calendar marked to go see ‘Magic Mike’….free tip…don’t include how excited you are to see this in your profile either.)

ALSO, FOR F*CK’S SAKE…..Never include a pic of you in an old wedding dress.  We get it, you looked good that day.  Don’t remind us that you failed as an MRS once/twice/thrice before.  Okay?  Would you want to see a guy in a tux at the church?  Hell no.

Also, don’t include photos of you with any males….except maybe your brother and father…and they better be clearly labeled in the caption….and absolutely NOT the first pic we see.  Don’t let the first thing we see….make us think…’Now who the f*ck is THAT guy?’  Trust me….not good.

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4) TELL US WHAT YOU WANT…Don’t tell us what you don’t want

Losers with no jobs, liars, cheaters, douchebags, guys who just want to hook-up, guys who want naked pics, general retards…don’t contact me.

(Dark Side: F*cking duh.)

My all time favorite….If you have bad teeth/poor oral hygiene, don’t even bother.

My buddy lost two front teeth in Iraq…(something about slamming his face into the dash of a Humvee that had been rammed, jumping out, shooting at the bad guys and spitting his teeth out somewhere along the way to bark orders at his men.)  He is missing teeth.  He’s a freaking great guy, and is subconscious as hell about his partial.  (He’d never admit it, and I’m never going to nickname him for fear that somebody would ID him in real life, and he’d literally make me kiss my own ass….or worse.)

(We get it….and DUH…but I bet somewhere…this guy gets laid some too!)

A nice guy might have grown up poor.  Might be working his way up, and just hasn’t paid someone to straighten out his grill yet. Maybe his parents died when he was little, raised by his grandma and couldn’t afford braces. You might have just missed out on a stock on the rise.  Think about crap before you write it.

We assume if you’re a “real woman” that you’re looking for a “real” man.  If we’re looking for someting serious…not lying, cheating, etc…. Is kind of a no brainer.

The virtual dating circuit is no different than the bar….douchebags will make a play for you.  Ignore them, or send them packing.  But you’re wasting valuable time by listing all the crap you DON”T want…..which leads to my next point….
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3) Have some damn interests….and tell us about them.

I blogged about the Top 10 Reason’s Why a Guy is Still Single awhile back.  This point holds true for catching a nice guy too.  If you aren’t passionate about something…we won’t be passionate about you.

Stand out.  Tell us what makes you tick.  If you love jet-skiing, kayaking, hiking, Nascar (Oh sweet Lord, that crap puts me to sleep.) the Cubs, 49ers, Detroit Red Wings, whatever…. tell us.  This will make you stand out from the sea of “mommy of three, doesn’t want douchebags, message me if you want to know about me.”

Bullsh*t!  I clicked on your profile.  If you aren’t putting anything on the menu, why the hell should I bother messaging you?  Seriously…I’m pretty smart. Very articulate…(nevermind all the swearing…it’s for effect).  Some of these profiles are impossible to intelligently make any conversation with.

“Hey there.  I’m not a douchebag.  I have a job.  I have my driver’s license.  I’ve never cheated on a girl.  I’m not sure how to prove I don’t lie….but I have references that I’m a genuine nice guy…really.”

WTF?

So tell me what you like….

(Note: Dark Side is NOT a Country Boy.  We have a beat up old Jeep that we enjoy driving over stuff, but we don’t like Nascar, we like Rock/Metal/Rap.  If you say you’re looking for a Pickup truck driving redneck, PBR drinking, cowboy hat wearing guy, we’re not stopping on your page.)

However, do you know who will stop there???

….the EXACT damn guy you’re looking for!  Bam.  Common Ground.  A starting point.

Don’t turn your profile into approaching a girl blind at the bar based solely on her looks.  Give the guys an edge to break the ice here.

Akeem from “Coming to America” passes on the girl who will do “Whatever he likes…”.  He wants a woman with intellect, humor, passion.  Not a walking, breathing blow-up doll.  It think you get the point.  If not…you might be lost.

(Which one do you want to be?)

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2) Use the damned spell check function.

No….no debate here.  Period.  I don’t care that u thk its kul 2 txt type.  gurlz dat type like dis make n1c3 guyz 4get u bc they thk u r 12 y/o.

Misspelling sh*t is unacceptable too.  Most of these things will underline the f*cking word in red!!!!  SOME OF THEM EVEN OFFER YOU CORRECTIVE CHOICES IF YOU CLICK ON THE RED NOTIFICATION!!!!  Seriously, this damn thing will TRY TO HELP YOU NOT LOOK RETARDED.   Good rule of thumb: If you don’t know the word…don’t use it.  Dictionary.com is a great tool to use as well.  If you’ve used the word ‘awesome’ or ‘great’ more than once, use the thesaurus function…it’ll give you different words that mean the same thing.

(Free grammar lesson.  You may even learn some sh*t!)

(Ghost doesn’t let his readers be the ‘Dumb Chick’.)

Now for some people, that lack of ability to spell could be a deal breaker.  For others, it may not bug them if they get a chance to know you.  Don’t let words like they’re, there and their keep you from meeting the right guy.  Like I said, it’s a built in function….for some guys they’ll see it as plain lazy or dumb not to take the 5 extra minutes to proofread your sh*t before you put it out there for everyone to read.

(Ghost…you’re an asshole…..and a jerk….)

Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.  I’m single because I choose to be.  I’m weighing my options.  Meeting new people.  Evaluating their availability vs mine.  Deciding whether that hour drive is that big of a deal, or if I prefer a girl closer to home? Checking their interests against mine.  Where we are different, can I learn something new, or will those differences rub like sandpaper til it bleeds and kill the relationship?

That’s called a segue….(pronounced Seg-Way…not showing off, just trying to expand your vocab. Another lesson….Prodigy offers that free of charge. ;-)   He’s a smart dude….but he can keep me from getting laid from time to time….Just another character that lives upstairs between my ears….)

Have you guessed number one yet?
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1)  As in ONE WHOLE PERSON…

If you bounce from relationship to relationship, and believe that it’s always someone else’s fault…or that you always get screwed…..(OOOOhhhhhh….Just remembered another fatal username… Swear on everything holy, this girl’s nick was AlwaysUsed####…WTF?  Everyone has hard times and bad relationships…don’t lead off with that….damn.)

Anyway, relationships are between TWO people.  You’re never going to find someone to “Complete” you….(F*cking Jerry Macguire, bullsh*t!….You had me at hellooooooOH, shut the f*ck up! Gag.)  You’re never finding your “better half”.  You’re not finding your “soulmate”.  There isn’t someone that is destined to make everything better and sweep you off your feet.

Fairy tales don’t happen….they’re written.

(Ghost….we take it back…you’re a heartless douchebag!)

Wait the f*ck a minute…read what I wrote:

Fairy tales don’t happen…they’re written.

Still don’t get it?  They’re made…they’re constructed…built.  It takes work to get the Prince/Knight in Shining Armor, the castle and happily ever after.

(You ready to work….to make THIS happen?)

Sitting on your ass isn’t what Cinderella did.  That b*tch was on her knees scrubbing floors, doing dishes and sewing and taking care of her horrible stepmother and evil biotch stepsisters.  Cinderella paid her dues and karma made sure she got hers.

Get your ass in school.  Get your ass to the gym. Work hard, and make something of yourself.  A good man will appreciate a woman who handles her business.  Take care of your home, and kids and don’t b*tch about it.  “Real women” handle their lives.  They have schedules, and interests.  They read.  They can discuss politics or religion….without being judgmental.

(What does this have to do with being ONE WHOLE PERSON, smartass?)

Glad you asked.  If you aren’t okay by yourself…you’ll never be okay with someone.  They’ll be able to help you out, but if you depend on them ALL the time for something, you’re never going to be able to help them, when THEY need YOU.

That’s what a relationship is about.  It’s not rainbows, flowers and happiness.  It’s about having someone who doesn’t leave you stranded when life kicks your ass.  Someone who’s there for you when you’re broken, bloody and broke.

That’s love.  It takes work and commitment to get the fairy tale.  Are you up to the task?

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Evaluate your life.  Are you a whole person?  Know what you want, like and need…and know the difference between the three?

If you’re not ready, pull your profile down.  Join a gym.  Read some books. Travel to somewhere new.  Do something to improve yourself.  Learn CPR. Donate time to a charity or cause.

In six months….put up pictures from the charity event you helped at.  Show off the new body/figure that six months of hard work earned you.  Talk about that book that you read and enjoyed.  Your profile will be completely different…and so will you.

Then maybe with a little hard work….you can land a guy like Ghost! ;-)

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It’s been fun.  Big shout out to everyone who encourages me to keep up with this.  I’m amazed at how much I have written and that anyone really cares what words fall out of my head.  My creative brain centers cramp up sometimes, or my ADHD kicks in, or Dark Side gets ahold of some whiskey and all hell breaks loose…(then…there is always something to blog about….sigh….that guy is always into something…)

As always…thanks for reading me.  May your online dating be more successful…and…

Ghost out…

What’s happening, Ghostfans?

DJ DarkSide here, hitting you with some of Ghost’s favorite summer jams…
Don’t know about y’all, but it’s been pretty damn hot here, and all I can think about is chilling poolside with an adult beverage and looking at the bikinis….anyone else?

(Yes, yes, and Hell Yes!!!!  That last one is an oldie, but that’s what a real woman should look like.  No ribs visible…you get that, you skinny little skeleton b*tches?)

Song number one goes back a little bit for me…a back in high school jam, but a classic if you ask this Ghost:

Riding around in your Jeep or your Benzos….nope…just the Jeep for this Ghost.     ;-)
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The next one flashes forward a bit and I remember hitting pretty big when I was in college:

Never been a part of Summertime in the LBC, but Snoop Highly recommends it!
                                                     
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Now, if you’ve been following Ghost at all, you know that he listens to a lot of different music…but Country is his least favorite…seriously, Ghost used to write 20 page papers in college listening to Tchaichovsky and The NutCracker Suite…so, Country is really down there a bit…but this next guy is angling to be this generation’s Jimmy Buffet….if there isn’t a Kenny Themed Island resort in the next decade, I’d be surprised.

But anyway, here you go, some Country music from the Ghost…love that Yoohoo in the glass bottle..to my friends going on float trip next month, this one’s for you!

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Shifting back to my high school days, I think one of the reasons that rap music used to be a lot better is because of things like this video.  These guys came from neighborhoods that I could recognize.  These are places that “real” people might live.  Rap today is all about whips and cribs and cash….stupid amounts of cash.  I understand being pissed off that your neighborhood seems like a black hole that you aren’t ever going to escape.  I understand that rage and anger, and the party in this video…where the entire fridge is filled with 40′s…yeah, been places like that…Never seen a bottle of Cristal.  So here you go…..A little Dre to brighten your day:

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Wrapping us up, we’re digging back a bit.  This cat left his rock group and definitely didn’t do much afterwards.  This remake is one of about three tolerable songs during his solo period.  Now, Ghost doesn’t play favorites….but his favorite girls have always been Midwest/Mountain State girls…Ghost’ll have to get out to the coasts a bit more before he renders a verdict, but this song definitely picks a favorite place to pick up chicks:
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Well, y’all.  Enjoy your summer, cause pretty soon you know you’ll be b*tching about scraping windows and the white stuff.

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Howdy Ghostfans…

There seems to be some confusion about some details of the Ghost’s life…..so, I figured that I’d set out to clear my good name…..Bahahahahahahaha!!!!  Alright, alright….just to clarify what shenanigans I’m willing to claim….and present an admittedly one-sided and completely biased picture of myself….as fairly and unadulterated as possible….ok….I’m pretty sure that I’m pretty thoroughly adulterated, so scratch that last part….

Anyway, I’m a Browns fan…who drinks tea or hot chocolate at Starbucks when his friends want to go…

While I’m at it, I also am a Redbird fan…

a Washington Capitals Hockey fan…


And ever since that Goofy Charles Barkley got traded from the Sixers, I’ve been a Phoenix Suns fan…

I f*cking love Star Wars…

Starkiller, Vader’s Secret Apprentice               Boba F*cking Fett                                     Mara Jade Skywalker

And not just the new movie kind of fan…The first movie I can remember seeing in the theatre was Episode 5: The Empire Strikes Back.  I’ve always been the Han Solo/Rogue/Charming/Ornery type of character, but watching Darth Vader catch those blaster bolts with his palm….this five year old was thinking, ‘Holy Sh*t!!!’ 

I love the Star Wars backstory, the future stories….My favorites include: Starkiller… Darth Vader’s secret apprentice who is responsible for kickstarting the Rebellion, Mara Jade Skywalker…The former secret assassin of The Emperor (a.k.a. The Emperor’s Hand) and wife of Luke Skywalker…(Bet most of y’all had no idea that Luke got married to a lanky redhead, did ya?)….and of course…”The Man” Boba Fett…if I have to introduce him, you are truly hopeless.

The PS2 game Star Wars:Bounty Hunter with the story of how Jango Fett got picked to be the clone for all of the Storm Troopers, and how he came to be in possession of that badass ship, Slave 1.

(Slave 1 gives the ‘Falcon a run for it’s money as most famous ship with a name in all of NerdDom.)

So yeah…growing up…this Ghost was a nerd, bookworm, mama’s boy, RPG playing, video game loving geek.

I woke up one morning about age 13, and bam, was coordinated.  So, this nerd literally went to bed and woke up a jock.  Until this past year, I played semi-pro football.


(I’m on the right….threw off two blockers to get my hands on that guy…slippery one he was…)


(Been known to hunt drunk zombies with nerf guns…they look worried…)


(Been known to kick it with the local roller derby chicks….and “meditate” on St. Pat’s!)


(Yep…this pretty much sums up my political leanings.)


(Overlooking the incorrect apostrophe usage, this about sums up my feelings about my little princess.)

Ghost is a dad.  It really is one of the few pure things in my life.  Love those four…aka The Little Demons of Chaos…even though Spectre turns 15 this fall, and is nearly 6 foot tall…..)


I love my Jeeps, and driving through crap like this.  Love the snow, and even though I haven’t been in a long time….I love to snowboard.  It is liberating.  Love it.  Gliding down the mountain. 

Common Ghost Myths:
1) Ghost is a player.
I have been married twice.  I was with the Dingbat for 7 years, and SheWhoMustNotBeNamed for almost 9.  Since age 16, I’ve been single for about 4 years.  Throw in 4 relationships of 3-6 months in there, and this guy has only been on the free market for about 2.5 years.  Ghost can also name First and Last names for every lass with which he’s shared a bed.  NOT a player.

2) Ghost is arrogant.
Ghost is self-reliant.  He’d rather screw something up and suffer the wrath than ask for assistance and get told no, or have someone promise to help and then bail.  He also projects a higher then actual confidence level, also to keep people at a distance.  He wants no help, because it’s just another way to let him down and hurt him.  So, while you’re thinking he’s a cocky ass….he’s actually just been hurt a lot and tends to keep his distance.

3) Ghost is a know-it-all.
Ghost knows a lot of sh*t.  Almost stupid smart about some things.  He learns languages like most people learn their cable channels.  It’s a gift/curse, and most of his friends…even some of his enemies try to use it to their advantage.  So, this one might be true to a point, Ghost isn’t thinking that he’s better than you though…and if he corrects you, it’s because he doesn’t want you sounding like a dumbass.  Ghost also acknowledges when he’s wrong.  If you think he’s misinformed, prove it….don’t just pout and piss and moan behind his back.

4) Ghost is a carefree, party machine.
First, if you’ve seen the St. Pat’s pics….looks can be deceiving.  When it’s time to unwind…Ghost gets loose.  But, the rest of the time, his brain never stops working on problems or solutions for his/family’s/friend’s issues.

Important Ghost details:
Ghost gives 900 chances…just like the Spectre.
Ghost loves big….just like the Jedi Starfighter Pilot.
Ghost looks out for everyone he loves….just like the Princess.
Ghost will kick your f*cking ass if you hurt his loved ones….just like the Demon Sh*t From Hell.

Where do you think they got that sh*t from?

*I hate saying no.
*I always try to help.
*Even if you pretend like I don’t exist, I still worry and care about you.
*I have a really hard time telling a woman no, who is coming on strong….especially if she’s a ginger…
*I feel like a dirty slut if I sleep with someone who I’m not involved with emotionally.
*I encourage my kids to aggressively combat bullying…literally.
(Show up at my door to b*tch at me about my kid whipping your kid’s ass…you’ve been warned.)
*I believe and work at following the teachings of Jesus Christ….I’m working on it.
*I have tattoos with deep personal/spiritual meaning.
*I randomly holler out the words ‘Whore’ and ‘Hookers’…makes the nearly 15 year old snicker.
*I invented a song called ‘Hookers and Beer’.
*I invented the saying:
“You’re a kid.  Your job is to Eat, Sleep, Grow and Have Fun.  Quit worrying about anything else.”
*I also invented this saying:
“If I get a call from the school, the cops or some girl’s parents because your grades are slipping, you’ve gotten arrested or someone is pregnant, I’m putting on my work boots, stomping through the nastiest sh*t that I can find, and putting them so far up your ass that you’ll be able to taste what’s on the bottom? Any questions?”
*I shave my head because I’m going bald, and look better this way…plus it’s seriously much cooler!
*I play Dungeons & Dragons and listen to heavy metal, and do NOT worship Satan.
*I like both of my Father Outlaws…(when you’re married their In-laws, so divorced…you get the picture…)
*I make lifelong friends everyday….made one about a year ago named Subzero…like I’ve known him my whole life.
*I’m funny.  I’m smart.  I’m loyal.  Not bad looking either. ;-)  
(The dimple, the crooked grin and the eyes usually get the job done.)

I’m not really afraid of much.  I HATE bugs.  Like an OCD thing…if I see them…I kill them.  Zero tolerance for spiders on my ceiling.

Recently, an old ailment has been troubling me.  In 2004, it was chalked up to stress.

Looking back, I can see it at work over the last year or so.

And now…I’m f*cking scared….of some letters:
MG and ALS.

They have similar symptoms….one is manageable…the other puts you in the grave….after taking your ability to move, talk, eat…but leaving you with your entire mental faculties…so you watch slowly as the door gets shut on your prison cell…then you die.

Daily, I experience muscle spasms in various parts of my body.  Typing this has been a real b*tch. My hands keep trying to curl up towards my palms.  I routinely sleep 8-10 hours straight….like the dead. Never hear a thing.  Wake up to several missed calls. I am utterly exhausted.  I’ll eat a bowl of cereal and go back to bed. Get up about an hour before work….shower and head in.  Come home, crash, start the cycle over.

This past winter I watched as my ability to lift weights eroded.  Eventually struggling to put up 135 lbs on the bench press.  Something I once did about 100 times in a row.  I do this modified routine with 15 lb dumbells that takes about 20 mins…and then I sleep for about 4 hours to recover.  I’m 6’1 and 220 lbs.  I wear 34 inch waisted jeans with 36 inch inseams.  I’m a little fluffy about the midsection, but I was in great shape….and now, I get winded going up a flight of stairs. My chest and biceps are slowly shrinking/thinning.  Last summer pitching slow-pitch softball for the local roller derby girls, I tore my left calf muscle rounding first base…I was digging in to get a triple, but ended up hopping and stumbling into second base…this was like the second inning.  Finished pitching the game.  Drank about 6 beers and got a vicodin from one of those lovely ladies and pitched the second game of a double header.  Never missed a day of work. 
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(Sexy pics of the torn calf muscle and the resulting bruises.)

About 18 months ago, I worked a solid week at work with a 103 temp, double pneumonia so bad that I was coughing up blood that looked like red Kool-aid, and my lung function was so poor that when I’d drink the Robitussin to stop coughing, that I’d get drunk.  Seriously….it was bad.  Never missed a shift and worked about 10 hours over that week.

This guy isn’t a wimp and usually downplays the hurt and injuries.

The heat sucks the life out of me.  But the cold invigorates me.  We had a dip about a week ago where temps fell back into the 50′s and I had more juice in the tank.  Now…it’s all I can do to make it through the 2 hour spans at work between breaks.

I have some doctor’s appointments set up…but I’m truly f*cking scared.  One will give me grief for a long time…kind of like a nagging wife that slowly sucks the life out of you….the other, puts you in the dirt in about 3-5 years on average.  Which b*tch did I get?

So who the f*ck is Ghost? 

Someone who gets up and pushes through sh*t.  A guy who refuses to f*cking quit or give up.  A man who will fight til his last step, thought, breath.

That’s who the f*ck I am.

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghostfans…

Summer…hot…sun…humid…F*ck that.

Alright…Summer isn’t all that bad…It would be a lot better if I worked at a resort in Maui, instead of a place like this:


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It also happens to be the desert in between Ghost’s two favorite events…there are two big holidays on Ghost’s calendar:

St. Ghost’s Day (a.k.a. St. Pat’s) and Halloween

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How can you go wrong on either of these great days?

Anyway….

Ghost wanted to do THIS costume last year BAD!!!!!

The girlfriend at the time runs with a group of girls that call themselves “The Kittens”, but she absolutely refused to go as Catwoman.  WTF, right?!?

Well, ladies.  Ghost is single and accepting applications for his Catwoman this year.  If you think you’ve got the figure and ‘Cat-itude’…hit me up.

I’d also consider doing this one:

Now that I’m thinking about it…Joker and Harley would be pretty damn cool too!

Given the new Harley Quinn’s revenge DLC for the game that just dropped, what do you think about this:

Batman and Harley?  Any thoughts???

Only Hot, Nerdy chicks need apply…If you can’t tell me the “Contra” code without Googling it…forget it.

If your favorite Star Wars movie isn’t nearly 30-35 years old, if you don’t know how to get extra lives on the original Super Mario Brothers game, or if you’re only into Just Dance on the Wii…just save us both some time.

Ghost out…
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Howdy Ghostfans…

Well, hell…it’s June.  Seriously?  We’re nearly halfway to Christmas already?

Can’t f*cking wait for WalMart to put up the decorations….

(Whoop-Dee-Doo!!!!)

Today’s guest blogger writes and travels…travels and writes…so, check this out…

Definitely just got added to my bucket list of places to travel.

Without further ado…

http://havebaggagewilltravel.com/2012/05/14/dont-miss-morning-at-icelands-blue-lagoon/

Have a great weekend!

Oh yeah, Dark Side says, “Suck it, hookers!” ;-)

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My ex-beau says I'm crazy. But with all due respect, I'm not the one who dated me.  Fine.  Whatever.  You call it crazy, I call it channeling my creative side with a dash of being emotionally challenged.   So what, I'm not the first girl who had a guy walk away from dating her thinking he hit the bottom level of her craziness, only to discover there was an underground garage of crazy below. 

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Howdy Ghost fans... No blogs all week as Ghost deals with the unexpected of the Spectre on his doorstep...you can bet there will be some new material soon, but all of a sudden getting a near 15 year old tossed at you every day has caused some unrest for the Ghost man. Anyway, Guest blogger Friday gives you Kat SnarkySnatch. She's crazy, but we love her. Her spin on women and their dating bullsh*t. Enjoy, and have a great Memorial Day weekend...if you aren't in the States...thanks for reading me, and I'll get the keyboard out and abuse it again real soon. Ghost out...

Howdy, Ghostfans….

It was a long day at work…

Two beers…sore back muscles, and a 5am wake up call are not doing anything to settle the brain down, so it’s time to vent some verbiage.

If you follow me, you know that I’m a dad.  It’s probably the greatest thing that ever happened to me….four times. ;-)

It also scares the living sh*t out of me from time to time.

This whole “being a grown-up” thing never came with a rule book or user’s guide…I just f*cking wing it most of the time, based on my best educated guess….and pray a WHOLE LOT!!!

The thing I’ve come to understand is this:
I’m never going to feel like the “adult”.

The best I’m going to hope for is to use this child’s spirit and enjoy it, but fake being a grown-up as best as I can when it’s required…

Let’s face it….I’m a 35 year old guy who has 5 imaginary friends that live in his head….yeah, I’m probably the closest embodiment of the Toys ‘R Us theme song that has ever lived….I’m pretty sure my kids love me so much because we’re all about the same emotional/mental age….I’m actually kind of worried they’ll outgrow me.

 

C’est la vie.  Je suis l’homme que je suis.

(Suck it, hookers! Prodigy is busting out that french stuff on your asses!!!)

Be yourself…it’s what people pay admission for…

Anyway…I’m going to see some more doctors…I’ve started throwing some new symptoms…the muscle spasms have spread and are affecting just about every part of my body.

It was kind of funny when it was my thumbs and my right eyelid…but the left triceps and hamstring…the right calf…those started being less humorous.

Kind of worried this thing might be progressing…or worse, be something else….so, back to the drawing board.

Thanks for reading me…Your feedback and questions are always welcome.

I’m on Facespace at: http://www.Facebook.com/theGhostLife
Email at Irish.Ghost28@gmail.com
Twitzone is @TheGhostLife.

Starting an eligible bachelorette profile series. If you’re thinking you’re hot stuff, holler at me. 

We might just feature you in an upcoming blog. Mwuhuhahahaha!!!

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghostfans…

Random midweek sh*t falling out of my head today…

Decided to give each one of the five voices running around up between my ears a chance to sound off today….I’ll make them do a quick introduction so you new peeps can know what the hell is going on…

(Did he just say he has ‘voices’ inside his head?)

Yep…doesn’t everyone?  No?  Huh…don’t you get lonely then?  Sometimes I have to to work at getting them to shut up, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world….plus I can’t….I’ve tried…those bastards won’t get out!

Anyway, let’s get this started…first up…Dark Side.

Yeah…I ain’t doin’ introductions.  I kick ass, find awesome stuff to do, and try to keep the other retreads from talking too much when women are around.  The character of Barney Stinson on “How I Met Your Mother” was modeled after me….true story.

Check it, hookers!

It’s true.  You aren’t wanted.  That guy or girl that NEVER returns texts, calls or voicemails….yeah….they want you to run away.  Plus, if you’re awesome…like me…they don’t deserve a second thought…piss on them. 

I’m bored…and out.  Dark Side rules!

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Next up, Pathos…

Hey there, I’m Pathos.  I’m the passion and drive.  The hope and the light in this strange condo of craziness here in Ghost’s head.  The poet…the writer…the dreamer…

(Shut up already, and get on with it before you make us start ovulating, sock monkey!)

Dark Side is just so emotionally stunted sometimes.

Anyway, Ghost applied for a really great position inside of Giganticorp, and actually got an email back from the hiring manager saying that he has to wait until the closing date of the posting to review credentials and set interviews, but that he liked Ghost’s info.  We got our hopes up for this one!

Also, we found out that we’ll be moving to that lab job for sure on 3rd shift on June 18th!  Hello, Air Conditioning. Goodbye, sweaty, smelly, weirdly hazy factory floor!

Have had a few ladies chatting with us recently…

(They’re hollering at us, cause we’re dead sexy, and they want some Dark Side ‘forces’ applied to that ass!)

You’re such a cretin, Dark Side.  They’re interested in more than our ‘lightsaber’ skills, you wretch.

Anyway, in closing, Ghost has been struggling with this Myastenia Gravis pretty significantly.  Been hard to do much, other than get up, go to work, and sleep.  Ghost has been playing a lot of Call of Duty, Modern Warfare 3 and watching Netflix. 

(Yeah, that bastard has gotten pretty good with that sniper rifle, and now that he unlocked that Thermal Scope, it just ain’t fair…my Force abilities and Nerdboy’s logic/strategery, and we be smoking some fools!!!)

(We seeeeeee you!  Sit your ass down, like our boy Subzero’s been telling you!!!)

You had your turn!  Stop interrupting me!!!!

Jackass!!! 

That’s about all I had.  Thanks for taking the time to read us.  We appreciate it.

(Fricking pansy!)

Sigh….

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This next guy is difficult to deal with…his name is Everto.  He represents the depressed, self loathing, self desctructive parts of Ghost….his inner demon…if you will.  Those parts damaged by the teasing and bullying as a child…the parts that never will believe they deserve anything good in life.  Most of the time….he just asks negatively charged questions….sort of mutters to himself.

(Yeah…Everto is a bit scarier than Peter Parker in a Black Spidey Suit.)

(Any Supernatural fans out there? Scary like this guy.)

Ever wonder if that part of you that’s capable of love can be broken…not like damaged and repaired, but destroyed?  Rendered useless.  Never get that ‘butterfly’ feeling in your stomach ever again? 

Ever lose control of yourself..not like your temper, but have your body stop responding to basic commands?  Every worry, every time you have a weird ache/pain/muscle spasm if you’re slowly crawling your way towards a wheel chair…or a coffin? Ever have trouble talking or swallowing…and worry that you’re not going to be anything but a vegetable…sitting in a corner in your own waste…just drooling on yourself…unable to do anything…but secretly be mentally sharp, and trapped inside of a body that doesn’t work…the most horrible prison ever imagined.

Don’t think I didn’t notice, Ghost.  When you swallow…that stuff…accidentally going down the wrong pipe…yeah…that HAS been happening a little more often hasn’t it?  Been sleeping an awful lot.  Not hearing the phone ring…sleeping through alarms…those muscle spasms in your left tricep and forearm that were actually moving the whole arm…not quite as cute as the weepy right eye or the hand tremors while you’re playing Call of Duty are they?

Harder to laugh that sh*t off, isn’t it?

How about those migraines?  You’re not supposed to be taking pain pills daily for them.  That double vision and the accompanying headaches are a b*tch aren’t they?  What are you going to do when you can’t bring your eyes to focus on that computer screen, huh?

Not like you can go back out in the shop and swing that sledge hammer now, can ya?

(The Knight says you’ve had enough time, demon.  You’re finished.)

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Next up, our resident nerd…Prodigy…the guy who started naming off all of the men who’ve played Batman in movies…who’s currently researching grad school programs and chasing his damn tail around his lab trying to come up with some conclusions.

(Dammit, Dark Side!  What happened to Prodigy’s picture?)

(***Side note explanation for Ghost’s mum… GTFO is short for Get The F*ck Out.)

“This entry cannot be completed as assigned, due to the constantly shifting variables concerning our future, and the difficulty in plotting a course when your destination is unknown and perpetually in motion.”

My apologies for the inconvenience this may have caused.

—Prodigy

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Bringing us home is the White Knight…Ghost’s resident defense mechanism and moral compass.  He works to keep us from straying too far from the course…avoid traps…in general…he’s our internal boy scout.

Gentlemen…seriously…we need to come up with a plan and execute here. 

We do not have a single area of our life under control, nor a plan for coping with the current issues at hand.

Dark Side…quit chasing women…put down the whiskey bottle, and get over here.

Pathos…(snap, snap)….get your heads out of the clouds and stop daydreaming…

Prodigy…Get out of the lab, put down the laptop…stop pacing, get over here and sit down.

Everto….get lost…we got this…if we need a tie breaking vote, we’ll toss a damn coin.

The rest of you…get the hell out of Ghost’s head…we got sh*t to do!

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Hope your Hump Day is Happy! 

(Dammit Dark Side!..Oh, screw it.)

Ghost out…