Today I saw a people pleaser at his extreme. Stretched so thin being careful not to say anything to offend anybody but in doing so, ended up in contradiction to his own words. The need to say everything right, rechecking his own words, correcting himself and covering all angles during his speech as to not leave anything out,  amused and bored me. Just in case sentences. He was a conversation and a debate by himself. I saw a lot of myself in him today.
I see why some hardcores take a turn to the other extreme and stick to their guns considering nothing else. I don't want that now really because I'd rather be a Carebear.
But I really don't want to fail at holding everybody's fort down with avoidance of offenses.
Since when did I start caring? Well, since forever.

I need to write.

I haven't slept in two days now neither have I showered yet. It's ten in the morning.
I put in an extra teaspoon of coffee into my milo yesterday. I never do that. I need to remember that i'm a tea person.

I need to write.
Lists. You know they say sometimes we over worry over unnecessary things that really are not worth being worried over. Hence, lists. Clutter removers.
In no specific order. Shower and brush teeth. Zoe's dance mixdown where we are now stuck without ideas. Tonight's beatboxing performance that needs improtant finishing touches. The recording session which you got into trouble for because everyone said it was a go  for the next track. Okay nothing to worry about there anymore it's settled. Cutie's piano track. Very important because she's probably reading this. *grin*

That's that.
Now to write!

To write with no aim or shame, to wander and wonder into the unknown and ungrown expressions along with the fewly newly coined words and herds of thoughts, shots, and shorts of life through your lenses.....run like a horse!
Slamming fingers on the typewriter. Where did I watch that from? Google here I come!

Ah, Sean Connery. "Finding Forrester"

[While Jamal is typing on Forrester's typewriter]

Forrester: Punch the keys, for God's sake!

[Jamal begins to hit the keys harder]

Forrester: Yes... Yes! You're the man now, dog!

It definitely left an impression on me, that movie. I dare say I am fond of writing. It is rather risky though as the world consists of many Anton Egos
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Excuse me, I just watched Ratatouille...again. I love that little rodent.
 
But! To find ways and means to express an idea in a different un-cliched sort of light in hopes to make the readee slish and slosh with the waters of the writers mind...is exuberating. Or even better, to spell a word like 'exuberating' and not have red dotty lines appear underneath. Yaaaaayyyy.....

Oh yes, the dry spells come. When one can't squeeze even a drop of peril, joy, inspiration, or sorrow. Must there always be famines within the year? Why can't we just pace ourselves? One song a month. Or maybe a good blog post. Or one good laugh every week. Or maybe.....here it comes *drum roll*
....a squeezetighttearysmearyhearttoheart time with the Creator. You know the ones when all senses connect rather than mere choice because of the gloom that surrounds. I am thisclose to deleting the last few sentences. But heck I will roll with it.
Dry spells. I shall now proceed to wrie a few disconnected thoughts that are fragments of the idea. And if you are brilliant, which you probably are, you'd get what I find hard to explain in simple terms.

1) Arm-twisting for consistency's sake does not score well with me. Confucious say : He who forces out farts will end up browned.
Excuse the graphic illustration but I thought that was rather funny.

2) If we were a sort of hen or spider or cow when it came to creativity, disciplin, or love, then all would go well. Out of eggs, webbing, or milk? One moment please. Viola! Out hatches a new surge to hold your wifes hand again. Or a spool of new lyrics for another hit song. Or a pail of refreshing meaning to our purposes on earth. I know I'm weird.
Even those analogies are flawed. They all run out eventually. But less if compared to the consistency of my blog. Still, I feel for the chickens. man......the chickens.





3) "Use the force Luke". What's a typical Darren entry without contradiction?  
One does not wait for something to happen man. Make your move homie. Get your butt cheeks up and water a seed. Read a book. Sing a classic. Catch the groove. Get inspired. You're at the pond in autumn, waiting for winter but yet you didn't bring your skate shoes. You walk up to the mound to swing and you're staring straight at the pitcher but a bat, you don't have.
Yoda: Into the spaceship Luke, you must climb....you idiot.


So by now you'd have realized that you're brilliant because you know where my head is at and you're still reading. Lets do the speedo dance.
I feel much better. Let's see.....I wrote a bit down the other day while messing with piano. Ah here's an excerpt that I sortof like from the song.

And....(triplets)
Though we scream and we fight,
To avoid all their blight,
The sun will still be coming out tonight
Over the other side.

Of course it sounds better sung.

Great. I am now sleepy. At 11.30am
Not cool.
.....will finish soon.....



Or not.
I've have run out of writing juice.
And my attention has been redirected to a more recent problem that requires me to shut up about it.
So the Ramble Ridder comes to the rescue.
* Kapwing! * I am made of steel.
Hit me.