Who The F*ck is Ghost?…

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. 

(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…

Dark Side grammar lesson for the Lost Demon…

Here goes:

Ghost: Gonna call you when I get off work.

Lost Demon: ok i will be waiting

Ghost: Your reply should have been….Yes, my master.  Like Darth Vader.

Lost Demon: yess masster

Ghost: No…It’s…Yes, my master. Vader…not Igor.

Lost Demon: vader i am your son

Ghost: Quit trying to argue. I said LIKE Vader. That’s how Sith address their masters…jabroni….and f*cking use some punctuation while I’m at it!!!

Lost Demon: i was pulling a movie quote in reverse. luke i am your father? yes, my master

Ghost:  Better, now try some Caps too.

Lost Demon: Yes, my master

Ghost: Period. Use the damn period!

Lost Demon: YES, MY MASTER.

Ghost: Too much capitals…now you’re yelling. Dumbass. Try again.

Lost Demon: Yes, my master.

Ghost: There you go.  Much better.

Lost Demon: x facepalm x

Ghost: You’re gonna think Facepalm when I use the Force to reach through the phone and smack you in the back of the head.

Lost Demon: Haha

Ghost: Little punk…wait til I see you next…

Lost Demon: x gulp x

Ghost: Mwuhuhahaha!!!

Lost Demon: i have no idea on how to respond

Ghost: Try using correct grammar and punctuation.

Lost Demon. Ok I will.

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Sigh….kids…eventually, you have to turn over the keys to the stardestroyer….

Ghost out…

Blah, blah, blah..All I hear is, “I’m a dirty tramp.”…

Howdy Ghost fans…

Was watching some Netflix yesterday.  The woman who plays the maid on Two and aHalf Men, is also in Mr. Deeds…Loved that line.  The MG has been kicking my ass pretty good.  The double vision makes even laying around watching tv exhausting….seriously…my eyes get tired…just watching a movie.

(When Ghost gets his movie deal…I gotta find a role for this woman…she kills me…)

Today, my left hand is being quite the little b*tch.  The fingers are ‘tired’ and don’t want to type….The right side of my face is getting it’s two cents in two.

Well, F*CK YOU GUYS!!!! I’m the boss.  (Hope they bought that…cause I’m feeling like I’m not very in charge of sh*t today.)

If you’re into netflix…you know that I’ll randomly hit up foreign films….(particularly French ones, since that is one of my languages of familiarity…man I love to listen to girls talk in French…)

If you have a Netflix account and like Jet Li or Jason Statham movies, check out:

District B13 and District 13:Ultimatum

The action sequences are straight up Jackie Chan, but there are two pretty cut up half clothed guys running around and kicking ass….(Ladies, you’ll be able to keep interested…)

(Guns, girls, fights…and subtitles…knowing what the real words mean is even funnier…those darn translators…)

(Holy sh*t!  A sequel!  Score!!!)

(These guys make you think that the French might not all be pussies…)

To be perfectly honest…my blogs have sucked as of late. I’ve  just been very tired.  The spasms in my left hand started as I was getting out of bed today, so I knew it was gonna be a long night….When I fire up the keyboard to bang out a paragraph of two, the last three fingers start to curl up with fatigue…it really f*cking sucks.

I helped my mom take her TV back to Best Buy…(it crapped out about 3 weeks ago, they came, looked at it, told us they’d order a part and come back in two weeks to fix it…they didn’t show for the appointment that I stayed up for, and then told us to bring it in….so we do, she picks out a display model, very nice one…and I set it up for her…f*cking thing works for 24hours and takes a sh*t on Saturday night.)

So I get to load that damn thing back up for her, and she’s going to take it back tomorrow.

I gotta be real thankful for some pretty good friends….Got to play this amazing new drinking game called Beer Frisbee…pretty sure I don’t have code names for these friends of mine, but I think they invented it….let me check Google….

(Nope…you can buy this sh*t online.)

There’s a PVC pipe stuck in the ground with an empty beer bottle on top of it on both sides of the yard…about 10 yards apart.  Your job is to throw your frisbee at the pole (above knee level, marked on the poles) and knock that bottle off.

1 point if the other team fails to catch your frisby….3 more points if they can’t catch the bottle.

Good times.

Hung out with 1Nightstand, That Effing Girl and Subzero….crushed some karaoke with Subzero and TFG, and had a pretty good meal with the family on Sunday.

I’m ridiculously grateful to have them around….this MG sh*t has it’s good days and bad, and been having some pretty bad ones the past week.

Hopefully, I’ll have some better posts up soon….SOMEBODY IS SITTING ON A KICKASS PIECE ABOUT GIRLS AND THEIR ONLINE DATING PROFILES…..BUT IS TAKING HER SWEET ASS TIME IN POSTING MY GUEST BLOG….AHEM….AHEM….

Tell Monday to f*ck off, cause Ghost said so….Tuesday…your ass is next!

Ghost out…

Weekend update…

Ghost fans…

I’ve gotten away from tattling on my exploits….and I prolly owe you some dirt…so here goes…

I fessed up about this neurological disorder/immune system civil war type condition last week…pretty much run the whole gamut of emotions with this thing…

Better define that one for you:

gam·ut/ˈgamət/

 

Noun:

The complete range or scope of something: “the whole gamut of human emotion”. A complete scale of musical notes; the compass or range of a voice or instrument.

 

Been pissed off….sad…exhausted…laughed about it…and then back around to pissed again.

 

Thursday, I was thinking…man, work is kicking my ass….and then I got a couple texts about going out.

 

I really was going to go home….but Black Sabbath was twisting my arm.

 

We met up for some drinks at Little B’s spot.  I had a couple of beers.

Bounced over to the strip club….Sabbath is wearing a sport coat and this Green lantern pin on it….

I’m wearing a pair of jeans…my StL 2011 Champs stocking cap, and windbreaker and t-shirt…haha…

We had a couple of beers there, and his button must have been working, cause this girl from the Emerald City was under his spell.  This guy was getting numbers like crazy all night.

(She will give me her number…the power of the Green Lantern…Never fails!)

 

I’m pretty sure that I’ve said this before…really don’t care for strip clubs.  I prefer to unwrap my packages and like to be surprised….just not my thing.  There was this one girl who could move.  Damn, could that girl, MOVE.  The rotations and gyrations that her hips and the flow of her arms, etc….she was like…damn…I don’t know what…but it was noteworthy.

 

Listening to Sabbath go on about the Oompa Loompas tossing singles like I was tossing beads on St. Pat’s was a riot….the dancer under his spell was even laughing with us.  I sat there…drank two beers and jibbered in French and Spanish at her.  Again…not really my place…but it makes the Sabbath happy.  (Someone has to remember what he did/who he met, to remind him via text the next day…..Man, great time last night bro…You remember a Kari? or Lisa?….every damn time like clockwork.)

 

We went up to the Gay bar next, and I lost him……Again.

 

I wandered all up and down the main drag looking for his ass.  Finally….found him…BACK at the the Gay Bar. (How do you lose a 6’3″, very black dude in a purple sport coat?….his reply…I’m a ninja fool!)

 

During my travels, I ran into Captain America and Chainsaw….they were babysitting this chick who was passed out at the bar at an impossible angle…not sure how she was staying on the stool.

(Pretty sure this is what she looked like when they got her home.)

 

Best highlight of the night….watching the 20-something girl darn near strip down completely to show everyone in the bar her tattoos.

 

Grand total for the evening…6 bottles of beer and a calzone.

 

Yeah…not really feeling it….

 

This MG stuff sucks….starts in my face and hands…spreads out.

 

Spent Friday night playing some Call of Duty-MW3 with Subzero.  I’m an ass.  Run around with the blast shield and a grenade launcher….making people’s lives hell.  Love smashing guys with the shield….a lot of fun.  My other favorite is when they keep shooting the shield and they kill themselves with the ricocheting bullets…..when they pull out the RPG’s, I pause and try to back pedal QUICK….they usually get my ass though.  If they’re trying to be slick and stick a semtex grenade to me, I’ll charge them, and blow them up too.

 

Saturday was the LDoC…

The crap these kids say.

The girl- “I love you more than a popsicle, Dad.”

The big boy-”I’m gonna go to college, twice….and be the best starfighter pilot…EVER!!!”

Then…there’s the little one….

Sitting in the car seat in the middle across from his sister, he strokes his chin like he’s thinking and shouts, “I KNOW! How about I be NICE to you!!!”

 

He reaches over and gently pats his “sisser” (as opposed to his bruddah/brudder) and then folds his hands in his lap.

 

(Not what I was expecting…at all.)

 

We watched Mirror, Mirror.  Nice little flick.  No damsels in distress here.  Definitely a Girl’s kick butt movie.

 

Hit Barnes and Noble…bought the demons some reading material…teach them to love books early.  Hit McD’s for nuggets and playland action, then finished up with a trip to one of my friend’s Ice cream/Coffee shops.

 

I met this chick three St. Pat’s ago and have kept in touch here and there…she works like a rock star…goes to school, has picked up a fiance (Tell him to look me up on the PS3….Irish_Ghost28, if I’m not mistaken) and OWNS this Ice Cream/Coffee shop for the past year.  The girl is busy.

 

She Who Must Not Be Named showed to pick up the demons…I had forgotten that she was allergic to strawberries, and the little one….LOVES them like I do.  So I had to help him with his ice cream to keep it from running down his cone.  The girl loves the damn mint ice cream…like my old man used to.  Gabe is like his mum….Chocolate Brownie Fudege something or other….  Funny how they pick that stuff up.

 

Chatted with My Latina Overachieva for a bit after they left, and then drove my ass home….played some more CoD with my boy Subzero, and the hand twitch was full on in the right hand.

 

Sunday, the MG was bad….just slept most of the day…got up and played some video games around noon…showered and went to the Olive Garden with TFG.  We BS’d a bit.  Stuffed myself, and then headed over to the movies to watch 21 Jumpstreet…..laughed my ass off.  Had a good time. But, when I got home…the hand twitching was real bad…was doing it at lunch while I was trying to hold the menu.

 

Pretty much slept for about 16 hours.  Missed out on boardgame night with another friend…just physically was sucking ass.

 

That’s about it….nothing else extraordinary.

 

Still..managed to get out there and do something….instead of just sitting on the couch. F*cka yuuuuuu, Dohl-phinnnnn!!!!!!  No, f*cka you eMmmmm-Geeeeeee!!!!!!  (See South Park, Whale Whores episode.)

 

 

One day at a time….

 

Ghost out…

Top 10 Reasons Scarlett Johansson Needs to Date the Ghost…

What’s up, Ghost fans? How about this weather?  Yeah, it’s getting hotter…..I hate it too.

(Dammit…I see you up there sun…I still got the night…biotch!)

What’s that?  The title?  What do you mean?  Of COURSE she would date Ghost.  She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.  Of COURSE I’m serious.  Fine…I’ll give you ten perfectly good reasons why she should then!

(I’d totally chat her up if I saw her in public….Wanna bet?)

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10)Hollywood relationships fail harder than the average…

Now, while the current divorce rates are somewhere between 50 and 60%, and I could find no actual statistics for celebrity divorce…..everyone KNOWS that this is a fact….just go with it.

So best case, it’s a fifty-fifty proposition.  Those aren’t bad odds….(we totally aren’t getting into the numbers of marriages between people who have previously been divorced..Somebody grab Prodigy and tie him up and lock him in the back….that fricking guy would do the research and give us like some damn 17% success rate or something.)

…Take a look at Matt Damon.  He’s married to a TEACHER!  Famous actor…regular gal.  They’re doing great.  I won’t even bother to rattle off the list of failed rockstar/actor/actress/model pairings.

 (Good example) (Bad example)

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9) Ghost is older.  He appreciates things more than a young guy…but not super creepy like those really old guys who have been chasing after you…<cough, Sean Penn, cough-cough>…  Scarlett turns 28 this year, and Ghost just turned 35.  Not a bad age difference at all.

(Bad Spicoli! <Water Bottle spray to the face> Bad!  Go chase Demi Moore…we hear she’s available.)

More proof:

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/7873718

According to this study, divorce rates are at their lowest when the man is between two and ten years older than the woman.  The age difference is solidy in these parameters. Given Ghost’s dazzling youthful appearance, and the propensity of the men in his family to age well, Scarlett would look perfectly in place alongside such a dashing chap with rogueish good looks! (Okay, nice stat drop there Prodigy…you can join us again.)

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8) The dimple. Yeah…we can’t show it.  It’s that amazing.  The sideways grin and dimple combo is lethal.  We have enough trouble with stalkers as is.  Hell, the eyes usually get them started.

We know he’s prone to wearing t-shirts, cargo shorts and ball caps…but you should see him in a sport coat and tie…he cleans up very nicely.

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7)  Ghost is longterm material. He’s not afraid to commit…done it twice already.  Two relationships over 7 years under his belt…That beats out most Hollywood types for sure! That being said…Ghost has a good job with a large company. I’m not sure what kind of medical and dental that the Actor’s Guild is offering these days, but Ghost has some pretty good benefits where he works!  He’s also not interested in your money.  He’ll sign whatever pre-nup you’re needing…..should you get that far…

I mean…you’d have to get past the dating standards set up by his “Big Sisters” (Ms. Voodoo and Ms. F.O.B.) well before you could ever even discuss marriage with Ghost. Dye your hair red…and the Ghost’s brother the Beast will allow you to BUY ghost….seriously, he’d let you hog-tie him and steal him for that matter.

(You want to tie him up…drag him off to some secret location and torture him…sounds good to me. —The Beast)

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6) Ghost is a smart, funny, all-around great guy… Good looking enough to keep you interested…not too good looking where you might be worried that he might stray.  Loved by everyone…well, almost…excluding a couple of former flames…but one previously married to Ghost is even coming around.

No worries about him running off with a younger co-starlet…<cough, Ryan D-bag Reynolds, cough-cough>.

Seriously…why was everyone so pissed at Brad Pitt for running off with Angelina, but where was the outrage for Scarlett?  Bullsh*t, if you ask me.

(Why is this one a homewrecker?……….But this one isn’t?)

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5)  Ghost is family material. He has kids.  You don’t have to worry about having a Nicole Kidman happen to you.  When a very successful and beautiful actress  marries a much less successful guy, he leaves her to have kids with a younger woman.  Never happening here. Plus….if you want kids..Ghost is a proven commodity.  Great looking, high spirited and intelligent offspring.  Great Breeder!

(Sorry babe….I gotta find someone more my talent level…plus she doesn’t think my Science pseudo-religion is quackery!)

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4)  When Ghost gets his own movie….Scarlett can play herself!  The opportunity to write her own part!  Just saying…wanna get even with an ex?  I’m all for creative detail editing.  (See point #6.)

(Deny it, you prick!  We dare you!!!!)

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3)  Ghost is a celebrity too.  He knows literally thousands of people…has his own Facespace page with almost three dozen ‘Like’s'….he would totally fit in with all of your famous friends. Hell, this past year, he met Wes from Puddle of Mudd (Although, Wes appeared quite out of it…and probably doesn’t remember it) and talked his way onto the Adelita’s Way tour bus to get his then girlfriend’s CD case autographed by everyone in the band.  (What’s up Rob and Rick?  Definitely gonna catch you guys again this year! This time, I’ll plan ahead and get the day off and we’ll totally get that pizza and party. Not name dropping or anything…

(Don’t think this cat could remember his name when I met him….)

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2) It’s all in the stars… Ghost and Scarlett’s zodiac signs are very compatible. Check this crap out: http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/compatibility/love/?sign1=aquarius&sign2=sagittarius

A couple of highlights: “When Sagittarius and Aquarius join together in a love match, Aquarian ideals and Sagittarian knowledge combine to make them a creative and unique couple. This partnership is uninhibited, and while it can get competitive with these two, there’s never a dull moment! Underneath any romantic overtone, there exists a great friendship; their Signs are two apart and this tends to give them an ability to communicate well as well as an excellent rapport. Both are idealistic and excited about life, and together they enjoy great times. Together, the two can fly without fear of falling.”

“They are both loyal and devoted to one another, and they can get past a lot together.”

“What’s the best aspect of the Sagittarius-Aquarius relationship? It’s their ability to resolve difficult issues when they put their hearts in the matter. Mutable Fire and Fixed Air cover all the bases: These partners can stick with an idea once it’s firmly implanted. Their formidable combination makes theirs a relationship of outward motion as well as inward depth.”

Doesn’t that sound like some destiny/fate/fairy-tale stuff?…..Who wouldn’t want to take a shot at that?

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1) Ghost is single.  Strike while the window is still open…past history suggests that there are many women at work…even at this very moment…to get Ghost off the single’s market A.S.A.P….

Carpe Diem, Scarlett….Carpe Diem…

Just saying…Ghost is one of a kind…

(Some of these chicks are kinda crazy….Please save me from them….Please????)

(The Storm Troopers can only keep them away for so long.)

Ghost out…

Holy Humpin’ Leap Day!!!

Howdy Ghost fans…

Seriously? Hump Day and Leap Year Day…same damn day.  Sounds like a cause to have an extra special time tonight after work, and not talk about it for four years? Meh, have a headache and I’ll prolly end up on the couch watching Netflix.  Finished watching the only season of Caprica….the prequel for Battlestar Gallactica.  They had so much going on.  I think they tried to work too much into that first season….but it was cool.  I hate it when stories don’t get told properly.

Like the series, Reaper.

http://youtu.be/YGRf8mbtiXc

Damn you CW or WB, or whatever the hell you are!!!!  Two seasons, and you leave us on a cliffhanger…no damn wrap up TV movie…or even a consolation short third season to tie it up.  DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!!!!!

Ooooohhhh the tangents that Ghost wanders off on….

Seems like I picked up a few new fans here in the last day or two.

For you new guys….I’m nuts.

(If you look like this…we’ve probably already dated….or will soon.  I’m a magnet for crazy chicks.)

Sometimes, I write my blog from the perspective of one of the five personalities that runs around upstairs between my ears (For the record…only four have been revealed…personality 5 is still a mystery and has only answered a comment….once.)  Sometimes I write about the ridiculousness that is the life I live. 

About the only consistency, is that I comment a lot on relationships, mostly because I have  a lot of people ask me for advice on just that.  I’m not sure why, but it seems to help them…..which is funny…..because I seem to have a 6 month shelf life in relationships….unless I knock someone up/marry them.   Then it extends out to about 7-8 years.

Once a week, I post on a personal improvement topic, and pick a song for that week.  Occassionally, Ghost Radio may make an appearance, and I’ll dedicate some songs to people in/out of my life.

Today, I thought that I’d thank everyone who has been encouraging me to write.  The comments, the reblogs, the messages on Facespace, and even a few of the texts.  Apparently, I’m funny.  I just sort of type the way I talk, and people laugh….I’m never quite sure if it’s AT me, or with me….but in the end….I don’t care.  I’m amusing myself, and if you’re enjoying it, cool.

I’m going to plug a new blogger each month now too.  Someone whose post I enjoyed.  I figure if people are sharing my lunacy, I’ll spread their disease as well!

If there’s a topic you’d like to hear my take on, comment on here. 

I love audience participation. Then it’s a little less like I’m having a conversation with myself….which I do….frequently…but I’m okay with it…really….I’m not nuts like that okay!!!  The voices are all INSIDE my head!!!!  I’m not getting messages from outer space or the Almighty…I’m not likely to blow anything up or go on a shooting rampage.  I’m more likely to drink too much whiskey and wake up in a strange woman’s bed.  (We’ve got our eyes on you Dark Side…We know that Patty’s Day is nigh….Save it til then!)

(You really don’t want to run outta Guinness on St. Pat’s when this guy’s in town!)

The Ghost has been going out on ‘dates’.  As Ms. F.O.B. has suggested, we put the Knight in charge.  That keeps us out of bedrooms until at least the third to fifth date (…except for that time that he got the dirty texts at work, and Dark Side grabbed the phone….sigh…)

(Ghost’s Dark Side….attracting the ladies is just so much easier when you can pull them over using the Force!)

Hitting the menu, to see what’s out there.  So far, it’s been interesting. Since I don’t kiss and tell, not sure how much you’ll be reading about (…unless Dark Side gets the keyboard.) But, if someone makes the cut, I’m sure you’ll start reading about her.

So, until next time, I’ll leave you with this gem from my autistic 9 year old:

Have the most wonderful day of your life!

Ghost out…

Ghost goes to the movies…

Underworld 3D with TFG and Gym Shorts.

Subzero is still nowhere to be found. That darn ninja hides well…

Tiger striped…socks…

So…
Hangover…check.
Rampage through downtown bars…check.
Pizza at that place with the dude with the ponytail, where EVERYONE goes at close…check.
Hiding in back corner of the place while trying to choke down the last of the Dirk-whiskey-and-coke-special, so they don’t take a 3/4 full glass, cause you ordered it at 2 til 4…
Interesting stories…OH, HELL YES.

(This is Ghost. What did you think was going to happen when I went out with the boys drinking?)

Where to start what to tell? Hmmm…

Well, the movie Contraband was decent. Marky Mark does action flicks well. Nobody got kicked out. Nobody’s winning any Oscars in this flick, but it was an entertaining time….However, if that new Sacha Baron Cohen flick lives up to the hype, it may very well be one of the most inappropriate and hilarious flicks in the last decade. When the guy recommends that he should visit the Empire State Building before one of his cousins decides to take it out…..my jaw fell open and laughter fell out. Wow.

(Anyway, you don’t read this crap for my movie reviews…)

So, the Gymrat ditched us after the flick in favor of sleep before going into work. (Think we’re gonna see his inner furry beast tonight after we work security at a local event for some national radio personalities.)

So Doug, Dirk and I head downtown. Dirk had Taco Bell before we started our evening.  Dirk also has a damn sinus infection, and can’t smell the poison gas clouds he’s dropping. We’ll be standing around, enjoying our drink and all of a sudden…DAMN! At first, Doug and I weren’t  sure who was doing it. The bars did have people in them, and it could have been someone else. But eventually, it was just us in a corner when the chemical warfare started and Doug calls him out, and we start standing about 7 feet apart to continue our convo.

The bars were kind of sparsely populated. Single digit temps must have kept people home.

Pretty much the same story everywhere. The guys busted my ass about being hung up on the breakup, so I was just trying to have a good time. So, I did what I do, talked to people and mingled.

(Title reference here:)

But, this tiger can’t change his stripes….but, he can rewind things and take off the tiger striped socks. (Not going to explain that one any further. Maybe at a later date.)

I’m a nice fricking guy. Everyone except my ex-girlfriends/wives say so. I’m beginning to think that they make up an excuse to dislike me, so they can break up with me.

Anyway, I talk to everyone. Love to hear their stories.

So in a night full of not damn much, at closing time, I sit down at a table with a couple of young chicks. We’ll call them Skye and Moon. Wasn’t the names they picked out, but this is Ghost’s blog and I think that since they were a cute couple Skye and Moon goes together better than their choice.

They were polite at first, but not real warm and friendly. I didn’t catch on at first that they were a couple. I was just trying to hide from the bar help that was trying to clear up all the outstanding liquor since we were past the cutoff time. I kept pissing Skye off, and she was firing back at me. I wasn’t trying to be rude, was a bit hammered and I believe she thought I was trying to hit on them.  (As Moon told me later, the guys at the table behind them kept doing before I sat down. More on them in a bit.)

So they give me the rundown, one is studying textiles (and something the booze won’t let me recall) and wants to run a boutique and Skye is studying massage therapy. I start noticing the most amazing perfect little nose on Skye. Moon chimes in and Skye starts turning red. It was funny.

They guys behind us start eavesdropping when I start high-fiving Moon and saying crap like, “You are totally hitting that later, aren’t you?”

I was kind of jealous. They have this high school romance, love-at-first-sight story.  It was cute to watch them look at each other.

After about four or five more off-color remarks about their short skirts and decorative fishnets, the guys behind us are really starting to try to figure out what I did to crack the ice with these girls.

Just another day in the Ghost Life. Beautiful girls loooooove talking to me….just not staying with me. It’s okay, though. I get to keep my stories.

Pretty sure that things with Songbird are done. The ball is in her court. I wan’t someone who looks at me like Skye and Moon were looking at each other….eventually.

Right now…I’m re-instituting the Ghost rental policy.

Ghost is available for overnight or weekend rental, but there are no long-term leases or purchases available at this time.

Stay tuned for the details from the inevitable debauchery set to take place tonight.

Ghost out.

Out with the lads…

Contraband, booze and the boys.

I’m out with Dirk, the Hairy Gymrat and Doug Heffernan.

Going to have some good stories after this weekend.

Already heard Doug tell a story about a girl who slept with him JUST because he could do a good impersonation of Shmiegal from Lord of the Rings.

Gonna be a looooong weekend.

Ghost out.