(poem) - An Eighteen Hour Drive

If you have never driven
For eighteen hours straight
Then I suggest you never do
For it’s a horrible trait

It wears down your soul
Watching the road go past
Lines and stripes mark the time
Taking you away from where you were last



Energy drinks help
But only the body
For driving home like that
Makes you feel shoddy

You find yourself wishing
You could push the car a little more
Hoping there isn’t a cop
Waiting to knock on your door

You lay in bed
After the experience
Watching room drift towards you
Making you doubt your grasp on existence

It’s a test of endurance
A test of will power
Driving a car
Hour after unforgiving hour

But the thing is
You see some amazing things
Driving across America
Produces a gift that sings

Luckily I passed the test
Yet again
And we made it home
Safe within the bullpen

And now normalcy
Can creep back in
And I can enjoy the simple pleasure
Of relaxing deep within my den.

--Dan

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Magical Memories of Disney World

Well, the second honeymoon has come and gone, and Lisa and I learned a ton of things about each other and the world in general.  The main thing I learned is that Disney World is a pretty cool place.

Lisa had been there a few times before, and loved the place, but this time, she walked away from it all with a new appreciation for Disney.  We got into interesting little side things to do that really made the vacation that much more enjoyable.

The Devil is in the Church

Most know me well enough to know that I’m in no means religious.  In fact, most know that I am very anti organized religion.  I’ve always said that you can pretty much believe in whatever you want, and I won’t care.  But as soon as you start infringing on my rights to do so, or spamming about your religion, or putting down my own, I will be up in arms.

I put that disclaimer there, because this post is one I wanted to cool off a bit before I wrote it.  The largest snag we had for the whole wedding turned out to be the venue.  We had issues with it almost immediately upon choosing it, and I’m glad that we spotted the issues with it as it went along.

(poem) - Change Brings Out The Stupid

Change is a comin’
And their ain’t no goin’ back
Something on the ‘net is changin’
And the netizens are ready to attack.

They will yell and scream
The will complain to no end
About whatever doom
The minor change is trying to impend



Some changes
I never even know exist
Until someone starts to complain
Yelling for a cease and desist

The funny thing is
That every single time
People get butthurt over change
They just fall back into line

If you read Facebook
It seems that Zuckerberg can do no rights
But the truth is
Facebook is one of the most used sites

There are tons of people
That slam Walmart
Yet tons of people shop there
Rampaging with their pushcart

Why do people complain
Then not take action at all?
Complain about how much they hate parties
But still go to the ball?

Rage on the internet
Flows like sand in the desert
Its everywhere you look
Because everyone seems to be an expert

Normally changes have a reason
And normally they are perfectly valid
Yet people rebel against change
Using vocabulary most acrid



There is no shortage
Of how Not to do a thing
And the list grows ever day
When someone tries to make a change

I often wonder
How much of it is just trolls
Goading the sheeple
Into a blundering steamroll

The anonymity of the internet
Is a double edged sword
One can say whatever they want
And never get gored

Yet that means stupidity
Can propagate with complete impunity
While reason gets drowned out
By straight up insanity

Will reason ever come back
To the online community
Was it ever even there
Was there ever any unity?

If you don’t like Facebook
Why are you on there?
Leave those of us alone
Who don’t mind Zuckerberg’s flair.

I guess in the end
Civility is gone
When change happens they will complain
You can’t fix moron.

--Dan

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Paris: The City of Virtual Memories

The other night I got to watch an amazing movie.  Midnight in Paris.  If you haven’t seen it, do yourself a favor and check it out.  The funny thing is, something happened to me while I was watching it that made me really think for a moment.

I’ve never been to Paris, France, though I do long to do so someday.  Yet, even though I’ve never been, I have distinct memories about the city.  Distinct memories tied to distinct locations in the city.  Its an interesting concept, and after the movie was done, I stepped back and tried to do that with other movies and cities.