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Advertising On Your Body and Soul

Mar 30

Posted by Bobby Revell in Humor

Blogging scares news corporations and the entertainment industry, and it keeps getting better. Now, with the Internet, people like to entertain themselves, and become their own stars. YouTube and social networking sites are having a powerful effect on how money is made – it’s becoming more about the people and less about the huge corporations. We live in a world of shallow, self-serving people festering in lustful greed – isn’t that just wonderful?

Why should I watch only TV when I can watch free stuff? Wouldn’t it be cool, if the big corporations paid us, rather than the other way around? Corporations are paying people to have their logo tattooed on their bodies! That is insane. I will only wear generic clothes and shoes from now on. It’s funny how we pay for name brands. All we’re really doing is paying some corporation so we have the privilege to advertise for them! What? They should pay us for that. I’m going to start wearing blank t-shirts like this:

Advertise on my Body

Advertise on my Body

The T-shirts are $25.00 each, use the contact form above and drop me an e-mail to order.

I think of my blog as my home. What about you? Many blogs are businesses, others are personal and so forth. When you put your Technorati authority, Alexa ranking and Google page rank on the face of your blog, what exactly are you trying to say? Would you put such information on your clothes, car or even your home? I see a page rank widget on a blog and I’m thinking, this person probably wears clothes with price tags hanging off of them. It’s a little tacky when you think about it.
Would you hang an offensively tasteless sign like this in front of your house?:

Blogger Home Advertising

Blogger Home Advertising

Think about how easy it is to pump up your Technorati authority with meme’s and link chains. This would be like a person wearing a fake Rolex watch. Look…I’m wearing a Rolex! Why not have a fake price sticker of $27,000.00 on it too? That way people know how valuable you are. It’s all pretty silly when you think about it. I don’t display any of these rankings on my blog. I uninstalled my pagerank toolbar too because I don’t like the idea of immediately judging every site I see. Do you do that? Do you immediately check ranking when you go to a new site? If not, than why bother with even looking or having stats pasted all over your blog? It’s just something to think about. The truth is, I could care less how much money you make or how popular your blog is; it has nothing to do with me reading or coming back. I actually look for people who are friendly, that can write cool stuff, are fun or having something other to offer than just making money or gaining something for themselves. Here’s a cool way to make money after you die:

Gravestone Advertising

Gravestone Advertising

Blogging is changing the web and the way things work in nearly every part of society – or I should say the Internet itself is changing everything. So I ask you, would you have a Pepsi tattoo inked on your forehead for the right price? I would. The price is 10 million in gold bullion.

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The Waffle House Massacre

Mar 27

Posted by Bobby Revell in horror, short-story

12:00 Midnight

I could feel strangeness in the air as I drove through the midnight mist. A full blood-moon eerily hung, spilling it’s maddening radiance across the black gulf water which was but a short distance from highway 90. It was a desolate night, and I had the only car on the road. I rolled my window down—my tongue sheathed in moistened, salty ocean breeze. Something was going to happen, something terrible.

I turned on the radio to hear the latest weather report, the announcer said, “I repeat, hurricane Katrina has been upgraded to category 3 . . . land fall is less than twenty-four hours. The National Weather Service reports the storm will hit somewhere between New Orleans and Biloxi, Mississippi. I repeat…”

I turned it off not wanting to listen to one more second. Rain started drizzling, while wisps of wind rocked my car—short but powerful gusts. I decided to stop and have a bite at Waffle House, the bright yellow sign flickered as I pulled in, foreshadowing what was to come.

Waffle House

wafflehouse

wafflehouse

Luckily, there were only four cars parked out front and the open sign was still on. I walked in and was pleased by the delicious aroma of sizzling bacon and hot coffee. The beautiful young waitress smiled and quickly walked over, “Hello! How ya doing tonight?” She reached out and took my hand—I was flushed—my heart pounding. She stopped suddenly and turned around, facing me, close enough to kiss me, “Table for one?”

I tightened my grip on her petite, lovely hand and groaned, “I love you…will you marry me?”

We both giggled like silly love birds—my attraction to her overwhelming. I staggered, falling into my seat. “Candy,” the angered cook bellowed from behind the bar, “Get your ass back here and clean up this mess.”

“I’m Bobby.”

“I’ll think about it Bobby, my name is Candy,” she said walking backwards towards the cook, smiling and lips plumped.

Remembering a favorite line from the movie Highlander, I said, “Candy…of course you are.”

The Showdown

In the booth across from mine was a most bizarre spectacle, the likes of which would be a headliner on the Jerry Springer show. Two wannabe gangbangers in a standoff, staring each other down. One was a bald headed albino; a wicked blond brow forcefully muscled atop his piercing pink eyes—the left cocked high, both bloodshot. The other, a short pudgy Italian with two missing front teeth, the rest capped in gold. They both wore black leather jackets and nostril rings, something I find revolting.

They both turned their attention to my eavesdropping manners. Before they could ask, I quickly explained, “What it be like homey, name’s Bobby.”

The albino smirked, “Yo dude…I’m Casper. This is my boy G-dog,” then returned to their showdown.

Casper unsheathed a fourteen inch bowie knife, cut open the brick of cocaine sitting next to his eggs, trimming himself out a large line. “This better be Peruvian flake,” he grumbled, dunking his ghostly face into the pile and snorted like a wild boar, “Ahhh…damn, this is fire.”

G-dog nodded his head, smiling, “I told you, Pedro just flew it in today, 93.7% pure, no gasoline taste, no fat, no filler.”

Casper stabbed his mammoth blade into the table top, a single sparkle of light twinkled from the beautifully polished 440-c stainless steel—splinters blasting from the gouge. He tossed a brown paper bag onto G-Dog’s licked-clean plate and proudly stated, “That’s one-hundred and twenty thousand front money, I’ll get you the rest in three days.”

I was mortified, thinking these guys would never leave a live body before they departed. I turned to notice the scruffy old man sitting in the corner, sipping a hot cappuccino. He sported a nefarious scowl, wore a tattered army jacket and a hideous scar engraved into his face – a scar obviously stitched with heavy gauge fishing line in a wicked night of blood drenched warfare sometime in his nightmarish past. The man continually glared at the drug dealing pair. I fully expected him to unleash a shotgun and paint the walls in blood sodden flesh . . . any second now.

I suddenly picked up the scent of perfume, noticing lovely legs standing before me. Candy stood as an illuminated goddess in her waffle house skirt, tenderly speaking through freshly glossed lips, “Bobby, you haven’t even looked at the menu,” sitting down beside me, “we close in twenty minutes and I haven’t had my break. Would you like something or maybe . . . I can spend twenty minutes with you?”

Do you think it’s safe in here? There’s a dangerous situation brewing,” I said.

She leaned over, kissing me and said, “The storm? Hehe…the only thing dangerous is you and me . . . together.”

What kind of Waffle House is this? I felt like I was having a pulp-fictionesque nightmare, expecting Quentin Tarantino to be standing behind a camera, directing every scene. I said, “This could be our last night on Earth. What should we do?”

An argument exploded from the gangster booth—Candy nibbling on my earlobe—the vulgar albino stood up . . . blasting, “That’s nothing. Look at this,” pulling up his shirt to reveal five closely spaced bullet wound scars, “Five .44 magnum hollow points, right in the belly, top that . . . punk.”

G-dog jumped to his feet, pulling his collar down. A gruesome, serrated scar of pinkish tissue protruded thickly from his neck, “Ear to ear . . . fool. A razor sharp machete nearly cut my head off back in ’97.”

They sat back down—Candy twirled her tongue across my neck, a soft hand moving inside my shirt—the two thugs in a horrific standoff. I was sweltering; scared, shivering, excited and petrified in stone rigidity. The old man in the corner throated, “You two need to get a hotel room.”

Candy had me intoxicated, her wondrous green eyes luring me wherever she wanted, “I love you too Bobby and yes . . . I’ll marry you.”

Candy turned towards the old man in the corner and shocked me, “Sorry daddy! This is my new husband.”

He replied, “Take her with you . . . please.”

Was he talking to me? That was her father? Both psychopaths took a huge snort of cocaine and faced off once more. The milky white Casper said, “Watch this.”

bloody knife

bloody knife

He extended his middle finger, crowned by a crusty yellow nail—apparently gnawed on by jagged teeth. He held the razored knife on his finger tip, gently peeling a strip of flesh from top to bottom—blood drizzling over his half eaten waffle. He continued peeling his finger as if it were a blood filled banana. He wound the three flesh strips together and tore them off with his teeth—spitting them on the table. He then put the skinless finger in his mouth and suckled the juices from it.

My body quivered in grotesqueness, trembling in the clutches of supreme horror. Candy saw the sickening event, turned and kissed me—wet with lust. Unbelievably, she said, “Wow, what a turn on . . . I wonder if they’re going to kill each other,” and licked my cheek.

My eyes opened so wide, it almost tore my eyelids off. My heart muscle began twitching in pain, pumping violently, my aorta about to tear open. G-dog quickly snatched a .44 magnum out of nowhere pointing it at Casper’s chest, yelling, “Take your shirt off. I want to see what five slugs look like ripping an albino’s chest open.”

From behind, a mammoth explosion murdered all tension, then another and another. The brutal stench of blood and gun smoke fogged the dining room in hellish fury. The sound of body parts pelted the greasy floor. I wasn’t sure if I was even alive. Once the smoke cleared, I witnessed two headless bodies lying on the floor, one with no arm. I turned and saw the old man standing with a sawed off shotgun, smoke still percolating from the molten barrel.

He walked over and said, “Let go of my daughter and step aside.”

Candy kissed me once more, smiling, “I love you Bobby,” while a cold chill slithered up my spine.

She stepped on Casper’s scarlet soaked chest and reached for the bag of cash. The old man whirled the shot gun at lightning velocity. Candy’s head disappeared and then the thunderous blast of death. She was overcome by morbid twitch—a fountain of hot blood pumped forth—splattering—shrouding me in terror. I stood as a frozen body, so scared I couldn’t even shake. Her headless body took three drunken steps and fell as a lifeless lump. I then heard the echoes of her last scream—after her decapitation—time passing in nightmarish segments.

Reprieve

The man stuffed the shotgun under his jacket and said, “Tastes like mercury don’t it?”

“What?” I asked.

“You’re covered in blood boy . . . it’s all up in your mouth. I killed her so fast, by the time she realized what happened, she was already dead. I wasn’t about to let that greedy little witch get a single nickel of my money . . . and besides, she didn’t really love you anyway. She would have murdered you dead—soon enough.”

He noticed how frightened I was, how fearful I was. He said, “Yep. Snakes, spiders, pungi sticks, napalm . . . nothing grosses out this old dog. Get outta here before I change my mind. If anyone asks, tell ‘em Sweet Willy did it.”

I’ll never forget that night as long as I live. Hurricane Katrina actually uprooted the entire Waffle House building, washing away all traces of what happened that night. Even if I told anyone, I know they wouldn’t believe me. I burned my blood soaked clothes and the car I drove that night. Every time the wind blows, I taste the morbid flavor of mercury.

*The Waffle House picture is from Flak Magazine.
*The bloody knife is from Tanner Cheeseman.
*This story is absolutely made up fiction by Bobby Revell.
*Sweet Willy currently lives richly in Burbank, California with his wife Helga and pet pit bull terrier, Roscoe.

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How To Cope With Stress

Mar 24

Posted by Bobby Revell in life personal, philosophy, thought

I often see people struggling to find something to write about. I have the opposite problem; I have too many ideas and have to separate one from the collective, whittle away the unessentials and find some semblance of direction. I imagine carving away all those things unnecessary in my life – leaving splinters of anger and stress all over the floor. There I am, buried up to my neck, trying to crawl out of my own pile. While thinking, I remembered something that affected my personal life and how it helped me to become a stronger person.

Stress builds up in our lives and we must release it somehow. We hold it in, sometimes for years. Some of us unleash it on the people closest to us by screaming hurtful things at them, trying to balance the hatred and angst we hold within ourselves. Then we read articles about relieving stress. They tell us we need a massage, exercise, psychotherapy, a hot bath in a dark room filled with candles, soothing music and God. All of these things may help, but I see another way.

Before stress even begins, we must learn to let go of thoughts that fester and nurture stress. It has a lot to do with whether we, in some way, decide to be stressed or not. Ultimately, we decide how we feel. If we allow other people and situations to control how we cope, we lose. We fall prey to the intentions of others, not ourselves.

A paramedic friend of mine became so stressed out from his job, that he attempted suicide to kill the inner pain he was suffering. I’ll tell you what happened so you will understand why:

The Man Who Destroyed Himself

A few years ago, a medical emergency was phoned in. He tried to avoid going to the scene because it was his brother who had called. He wanted another paramedic team to handle it because of the stress of dealing with his own family. It’s generally a good idea for EMS workers to not handle their relatives’ emergencies. Unfortunately, no one else was available, so he had to go.

His brother and sister-in-law’s new born baby was choking on a plastic hair clip and couldn’t breathe. He placed the infant on his forearm angled towards the floor, giving gentle but forceful taps to the infant’s back (the standard technique, please don’t attempt this yourself without proper medical training). The baby was blue, fighting for life. He did everything he could, but the baby suffocated and died.

He followed procedure and did everything he could possibly do. He has over 25 years experience and had similar experiences before. His brother and sister-in-law blamed him for the death. Imagine the anguish this man lived through. Eventually, it became unbearable as his family never forgave him. He turned to alcohol and drugs, sinking into the wretched claws of intense depression. He attempted to kill himself with painkillers but survived. He lost his career and his wife left him, siding with his brother. To this day, he has not recovered and has destroyed himself. I haven’t seen him in over a year.

Solutions and Reasons

This is a real world example of self-inflicted stress and depression. Yes, what happened to him was horrific. Yes, his unforgiving family was wrong for blaming him. I don’t want to sound insensitive, but it is his fault for allowing this to destroy him. He wasn’t prepared to cope with such a situation – that is the key. He could recover if he learned how to.

The point is, being prepared with strong life coping skills is something we all need. Perhaps if he had a forgiving and understanding family, none of this would have happened in quite the same way. Envision yourself in the same exact situation; furthermore, imagine how you would handle it.

This post is not about alleviating stress, it’s about preventing it by having strong coping skills. I’m not saying we shouldn’t have heartache, but we cannot allow that heartache to continually linger – thus, destroying our lives. It takes a great understanding of family and relationship dynamics to get through a dark event like this.

Every element in the situation feeds off of one other. We must throw a wrench into the gears to stop this perpetual stress machine. We must allow ourselves to heal and not hold in self blame. We must let go of it and be strong – without feeling guilty. All it would take, is if my paramedic friend to be strong and truly let go – being an example of personal love. If only one person in his family came to the rescue and forgave him could also be the key. Something must change for healing. Keep doing the same thing and you’ll get the same results – a self-perpetuating cycle of gloom.

The answer in nearly all situations is love. We must love ourselves. Be your own best friend and forgive yourself. Be compassionate to yourself and everyone in your life. Sometimes we have to end relationships, but we cannot hold the feelings in – as you can see, it destroys lives and allows no room for living. To me, this has more to do with spiritual growth than in does mental or psychological. Don’t ever be afraid of seeking help. You can find it professionally, from friends, family or a friendly blogger. There are wonderful people everywhere who can help you. If you don’t have anyone to talk to, come to me – I’ll help you in anyway I can.

Remember, don’t feel guilty about not feeling guilty – it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person because you can get over things. To make it through life, you must learn to help yourself and not be afraid to ask for help. Be strong and have a wonderful day!

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Bobby’s Batch #11 – Dedication To The Fanciful Muse

Mar 23

Posted by Bobby Revell in Bobby's Batch, social networking

I’ve been taking a short blogging break, but only for a few days. I must take occasional time off to prevent madness and insanity. Happy Easter to all who celebrate and I hope the Easter Bunny brings wonderful baskets to everyone. Hey…I want a chocolate bunny too!

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Now, how many of you have ever become burned out from blogging? Have you ever thought about throwing in the towel? Before you ever even consider it, I want to introduce you to someone who blogs for the love of writing. She has been through much in her long run and is only getting better. She doesn’t care about irrelevant things such as stats or how popular she is; however, when it comes to writing excellence, imagination, passion and integrity – she is a shining star! Read on.

I raise a well deserved toast (of root beer…hehe, no alcohol here) to my wonderful friend, Square1, brilliant author of The Fanciful Muse. If any one person deserves acclaim, it is her. Read forward and see why:

Square1 always makes it difficult to choose as every post is great. I hadn’t noticed before, but she has been blogging since 1997 (wow, that is a long time)! She has become one of my all time favorite bloggers and there are many reasons for this. As you can see, Square1 is very special to me personally. Besides what she does in writing, it’s what she doesn’t do that impresses me just as much. She doesn’t even lift a finger to gain traffic for herself and spends her time giving instead. This is one of my personal blogging principles, and reading her work has helped me define it even further. She has helped educate me about the Muslim faith also, something everyone should learn more about.

Her first post (as far as I know) was Dreams and Whispers, a beautiful poem published March 14, 1997 (what were you doing back then? I first heard of blogging in 2005!). I’ve spent quite a bit of time at her blog, and am fortunate to have met her. From the first time I visited her (just a few moths ago), she has been such a good friend to me and everyone who gets to know her. She is a tremendous writer in every way; poetry, prose, fiction, writing analysis and deep insight into her personal philosophies.

This week is no exception, every post is fantastic. I loved her short poem Robbed – compact and powerful. Also, I really enjoyed her personal post, If I Could… There are far too many posts to list. I suggest that you read many of her articles and you’ll be glad you did.

I dedicate this post to Square1 and praise her incredible perseverance and talent. This is my eleventh batch of posts and her eleventh year of blogging! It’s such a cool coincidence that I just noticed the “eleven” connection. Here’s to you Square1 and to many more years to come – you are an inspiration to me. I consider you one of the best. Have a wonderful year! Yay!

Now to a very new blogger I mentioned in my previous batch. As many of you know, one of my favorite things to do is find and write about talented writers. My new friend Moyrn of UnEloquence Mortalized is in my humble opinion, one of the the most talented young writers I have ever met. At the ripe old age of 17, her writing is nothing short of incredible. Go read several posts and see what I mean.

Moyrn is also the author of Tomes of the False Gods – a blog dedicated to poetry, prose and other assorted musings. I read this entire blog and so should you. She wrote a perplexing poem entitled, Brown Stain, which is a poetic metaphor for what was left of a coffee drop. There is much behind the words…very much. Her newest short story, The False Encounter was quite wonderful and very well crafted. Praise be to Joonigod!

Laila posted “Hemaya” Anti-Drug Campaign – this is an important article about drugs and how they are destroying the lives of young people, often before their lives really even start. After knowing 19 people who died because of drugs and alcohol (all before they reached the age of 35), there is no subject more important.

If you have a blogspot blog and want a top commentators widget, there is finally one available. I know ton’s of bloggers going crazy for this long awaited addition. The easiest way to get it is from Top Commenter’s Widget for Blogger Blogs! Amanda Fazani from Blogger Buster simplified the idea which is based on Yahoo Pipes. Check it out!

Todd from Success With Todd posted a great article, The Power of Rewarding Yourself. This blog features many subjects and is loosely focused on personal development and marketing – allowing ample room for both fun and variety!

Mike from Things By Mike posted the extremely useful A couple tips for WordPress newbies. As you may know, there are several plug ins for a blogroll / links page available for self-hosted wordpress blogs. Well, they kinda suck for lack of a better phrase. Mike shows you how to create one from scratch…step by step, including the CSS. Thanks Mike!

I want to thank my friend Christy from Christy’s Coffee Break for bringing attention to something that literally shocked me with Obama Is Satan? I Had No Idea! Hey, neither did I…hahaha! She also had a very cool post showing The Face Of Johann Sebastian Bach. Using computer based facial reconstruction, Bach’s face was uncovered. He looks nothing like anyone could have imagined…go check it out!

Last but not least, I wrote an extremely strange poem entitled Eleven last year which is indicative of my peculiar style of writing. If you can decipher the poem’s meaning, let me know! It falls under the “Zen-horror-philosophy” genre which is my invention and truly defines me. I further play with the concept in Silent Dreams of Nothingness.

I had to add this one on at the last minute. Debbie Dolphin, on her new blog Miss Moneypenny CPU put together a very funny post, Happy Easter Egg Hunt with some really weird eggs as well as a bizarre video where some giggling eggs are boiled and then they dyed alive!

I can’t find the originator of the chocolate bunny picture, it is on literally dozens of blogs. If you created it, let me know. I’ve seen it around and thought it was humorous.

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Iraq Blogswarm

Mar 19

Posted by Bobby Revell in Uncategorized

Today is a day I’ve been waiting for. It’s March 19 Iraq Blogswarm – all about why we shouldn’t be in this war. This is a chance for those who are against it to speak up and for our opposition to tell us we don’t understand the world. I will keep this article short and simple.

BlogSwarm

I’ll be the first to admit that Saddam Hussein was an evil man. I don’t like the horrible things he did. Perhaps the world is better without him. One thing I cannot stand is when someone in favor of war tells me that I don’t live in reality or understand danger, killing or the world. I also cannot stand those who say, “Yes, they found no weapons of mass destruction, but overall it is a good thing. It’s for the greater good.”

I’ve been told on numerous occasions by many people that I hammer the American government when I should be bashing Islamic fundamentalists and terrorists. I’m hammering all of them. Yes, there are terrorists. And then you have the corrupted American government. Put the two together and you have the petri dish to cultivate war.

I’m not partial to saying our government is the only corrupted one – most all governments are. They should have waited until they actually found the weapons before attacking. Is that too much to ask for? What if I preemptively killed my neighbors because I knew they were planning on killing me; however, I had no actual proof. I would be imprisoned and dealt the death penalty.

I am not allowed to take the law into my own hands. That’s the government’s job. They control everything. They answer to no one and make monumental decisions behind closed doors. The aren’t just above the law, they are the law. That’s what America is. America is not nor has ever been a democracy, it is a republic; completely based on a representative form of government.

I talked to several American soldiers I know and asked them to let me interview them for this blog. They of course declined in fear of repercussions. When I asked why they thought we were in Iraq, three said,”Because Osama blew up them buildings, that’s what really started it.” (their answers made no sense whatsoever).

There is no proof for any reasons. The conspiracy theorists are laughed at and the people who believe the news are simply believing nothing but public opinion and speculation. Public opinion governs the entire world and that is sad. Let’s use public opinion in better ways and not just be a bunch of noise.

My parents raised me to talk things through. They taught me the difference between good and bad. They taught me that violence is horrific and that killing people is wrong. These are basic morals most of us live with. Governments live by a different set of morals. They are supposed to make the hard decisions that shape and mold society. They have no easy task.

This such a more complex subject than just right and wrong. When dealing with evil and total destruction, things become opinionated and require covert operations. The truth is, none of us know what is really going on. Certainly, a military cannot reveal everything in the public arena – that would cause incredible problems.

I do believe the inflexible position of, “You cannot negotiate with terrorists” is not working. This is the thinking of stagnant minds. There are better ways to move forward. It is my hope that we as bloggers, can help bring intelligence and fresh ideas to the world. We are doing it everyday – that is exciting to me. We are growing in colossal ways and cannot be stopped. The power of blogging has just begun. I am proud to be one of them.

Yes, war is horrible and humankind should be above it. We can only work towards a better world – all of us. This Iraq Blogswarm is about awareness, keeping the issue alive and never letting us forget why humanity can do better – much better.

Peace and love to the world

Bobby Revell

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How to Create Artisic Expressiveness

Mar 17

Posted by Bobby Revell in thought, writing

I love the very idea of artistic expressiveness – whether it be writing, music, color, sound, silence, scent, emptiness, saturation or physical – they are amalgamated as one. I want to share with you the way my existence works. Yes. My existence. Not the way I hear, taste, see, smell, feel or psychically interpret. It’s the way I combine all six senses as one. That one also has an opposite as all things do.

I tend to think visually and it is combined with the other five senses. Also, the most important idea, is that I think or encompass the contradictory or reflective manifestation inherent to the whole of reality. Some of you may believe that there are only five senses. You may not believe people have souls or psychic ability – that is fine with me; however, please read forward and have an open mind.

In order to have a sixth sense, you must believe in the idea! It is a manifestation of belief. I would argue that there are not just six senses, there are twelve. All six have an opposite. I would argue that there are even more than twelve; the physical six and the spiritual six are one. That one has an opposite and so forth – on and on, forming multitudinous and endless layers. It never ends. This forms the basis of my expressiveness. This is what I build my artistic ideas from. It is the theater upon which my ideas are built and flourish – devoid of dry, unimaginative thought.

All these things I describe equate to artistic expressiveness. To express oneself is art. The more powerful your belief is, the more expressive your art is. All human action can and should be artistically expressed. It makes life beautiful. It gives us the ability to create.

Perhaps you are one who thinks logically: There is no proof that humans have more than five senses. There is no proof of God. You need scientific evidence before you can accept any idea’s validity. You don’t believe people have souls. You don’t believe that the pineal gland is the third eye. You don’t believe that the spirit exists. I cannot convince you of any thing without proof. In my artistic world, nothing requires proof.

Does that mean logic cripples one’s ability to be artistic? No it doesn’t; however, if you think in new ways, your imagination will explode. It will overflow in color, texture, scent, flavor, depth, meaning, order and chaos. Why would you, as an artist, limit yourself to thinking logically? That’s what this article is all about anyway. It’s about removing all limitations – to free yourself from from the shackles of pure logic – to think in every possible way and of course, their reflective opposites.

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I like to apply adjectives to my thoughts. I like to to think in terms of angularity. I like to swim through visions, taste sound, smell feeling, feel color and so on. I place no limitations on my genesis of art. Sometimes, just for new and powerful mindscapes, I do place limitations. I strangle ideas. I let color suffocate. I poison visual architecture, allowing it to suffer – plunging into pools of electrical chaos. Sometimes, I nurture deliquescence and then vaporize it’s flavor. I simply create and destroy. I am a writer and nothing is off limits. I immolate all barriers and then build new ones – all on purpose – sometimes by accident. Everything I do is my expression. I let whatever happens naturally, occur naturally. It is the true meaning of all things artistic.

Perhaps these ideas seem abstract. Perhaps you are beyond their practicability. It is only my hope that you will open your mind to be limitless – smashing all boundaries. Go…soar across infinite possibilities and create ideas. More importantly, express your ideas. Most important of all, never let anyone kill your dreams.

While you’re at it, have a beautiful day! :smile:

The picture is a modified photo I created entitled “Jessica Enwrapped”.

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Bobby’s Batch #10 – Hanging Ten With Blogging Excellence

Mar 16

Posted by Bobby Revell in Bobby's Batch, social networking

I have so many thoughts this wonderful Sunday, it is difficult to contain them all…so I give up and let them explode across my inner hemispheres. I wish to tell everyone what is on my mind today: The true power of blogging.

Blogging brings people together from every part of this big beautiful planet. All people are welcome here to my home. I accept all of you. I will not judge you in any way. I will never judge one’s doctrines or race – we are one.

I accept you all. You could be Muslim, Christian, Jewish, a practitioner of Zoroastrianism, worshiper of Zeus, agnostic, Ashiest, psychic mystic or one who just loves their kitten – I accept you and will not critique your beliefs. I am a spiritual existentialist and welcome you all with open arms. Let love, not hatred rule our lives.

With so much negativity surrounding the Islamic faith, I feel I must say something. First, I am not Muslim nor am I Christian; or, for that matter, follow no precise religion. I do however believe in God – in my own way.

I am of course against any extremist form of doctrine. I am against terrorism and the people who wish to kill others in the name of their beliefs. I am against all killing. I am against the death penalty. I am against Christians who use faith to rob people of their money. I am against a government who lies to it’s own people. I am against dishonesty and all forms of hatred.

Having said that, I must proclaim that the Muslim people I personally know are some of the warmest, loving, caring, giving and wonderful human beings I have ever known. It is the small percentage of extremists that tarnish the faith. The same is true of any religion. There will always be a percentage of folks who commit acts of hatred and evil.

I raise a toast to all of you who unconditionally love all people. This is the power of blogging. The force of humanity joining as one and living together in peace.

Peace and Love to everyone,

Bobby Revell

On that wonderful note I shall start this week’s festivities. Each week I write this post and I love doing it. Every link I give is a gift. I don’t do it for the thanks or for myself. I do it to show appreciation for your work. Now, let us hang ten with the Silver Surfer and some of the blogosphere’s cosmic coolness!

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I happened upon two young, extremely artistic writers from India who really inspired me. They are my stars this week and deserve to be read:

The first is a brilliant young female writer, Moyrn from the blog UnEloquence Mortalized. I was astonished by her graceful and imaginative expressiveness. Actually, I was blown away. What an incredible gift she possesses! Her creation, Away, Into… is beautiful, haunting and filled with breathtaking imagery. Her new post Swish, and bubbles! left me utterly speechless. It is beyond fantastic!

Next is the incredible Setu from the blog V.O.I.D. It was quite an experience to read his brooding and hypnotic prose. I found his writing dark, wondrous and distinctive in voice. His atmospheric tale Dead End is powerful and dreamlike…(I felt high after reading it). I am thankful to have come across his writing! Wow. It is great to have met two incredible writers. That is the true power of blogging.

A serious tech blogger I met several months ago, Aditya Mukhergee from Geekaholic wrote a post entitled Reactive blogging and why less is good. How cool is it that I was thinking about the subject and somehow was transported directly to his blog – as if by magic. Though my own blog is not very geeky (perhaps in some ways it is) I really connected with his post – an enlightening article indeed!

I ran across Bob’s Thoughts in my Blogrush widget. He had a fine post about the new method of Trading Drugs? You might have heard about the prescription medications used to get off of drugs. It’s a very interesting post! I don’t use Blogrush to gain traffic, I use it to find awesome blogs.

The wonderful Laila published a very funny post about Internet Addiction that may be very helpful to those of you in need of professional help! Hi, my name is Bobby and I am a blogoholic.

Eric Speedcat Hollydale wrote a really great introspective post where he shares different stages of his life in Life By Five. Eric can write with imagination and heart and really surprised me with this article. I think the best is yet to come from this incredibly unique blogger!

I found a fascinating writer sparkling in imagination. He if Floog author of the avant-garde And Dream of Sheep. This is truly great and I was enthralled from beginning to end. A mesmerizing trip through the walls of sleep!

The super friendly Garry Conn is definitely one of the most helpful bloggers ever. If you have ever thought about having a blog designed just for you, check out his offerings on Professional WordPress Blog Design Services. Garry knows WordPress inside and out and his designs are superb. He even has a phone number you can call 24-7 to help anyone with questions…how great is that!

My blogging buddy, the videogame and tech addicted Bush Mackel took us for a wonderful pictorial tag-a-long through a day in My First 12 of 12. Of course, the real star his extremely photogenic and smiling son Mac! Also, I couldn’t resist but give a plug to Bush’s very cool and informative site Learn Stuff On Line. He shows you all about home theater setup and many other subjects. Definitely worth checking out!

A last minute addition: Janice‘s son Amos is celebrating his 2nd birthday…YAY! Happy Birthday Amos! Be sure to stop by and see the cute birthday pictures of this handsome little fella!

The picture is from Marvel.com – Silver Surfer

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Bobby Revell’s Entertainment Week

Mar 14

Posted by Bobby Revell in memes

It’s been quite a while since I’ve completed a tag and I know I am so far behind, I’ll never catch up! Hey, it’s better late than never. My friend Todd from Success With Todd tagged me with a really cool one entitled My Entertainment Week. Just write a little under the three topics: Books, TV and Music.

Books: I love to read even more than I love to write! I actually read an E-book today that was very inspiring. It’s an old classic, The Art of Writing by Robert Louis Stevenson (click the link and get it free). This is a study of style, form, rhythm and the artistic qualities of being an author. A great read for anyone looking to spark their writing imagination.

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As far as fiction goes, I am a huge H.P. Lovecraft fan. I love his book, “At The Mountains of Madness“. Another favorite from him is “The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath“. Lovecraft is my literary idol and I reread many of his works over and over. Click the links and read them for yourself.

weaveworld.pngI also love Clive Barker. His novel, “The Damnation Game”, is fantastic. I also liked his brilliant masterpiece, “Weaveworld“, which is more fantasy than horror. I wish he would turn it into a movie…that would be incredible. If you want to sink your teeth into a true masterpiece of fantasy, this book will not disappoint. You can download free PDF versions of Lovecraft and tons of other classics from Manybooks.net (one of my all time favorite sites). To read an entire novel from the web does take some getting used to. I prefer to read a normal book, where I can lie on the couch and relax with a blanket and pillow. Reading for three straight hours from a PC gives me a headache sometimes. It can also lessen the entire experience.

TV: Besides watching every news channel, I am addicted to the show Law and Order. I watch tons of old reruns and prefer it to CSI. It’s one of the best written TV programs ever and I think I’ve seen every episode. I particularly like the Law and Order: SVU variation. My favorite channels are The History Channel, A&E and Discovery. Overall, I really spend very little time watching TV. I spend the majority of my free time writing.

beethoven.jpgMusic: I really love mega-dramatic horror movie soundtracks cranked up to ear splitting decibel levels – in front of my wide open living room window – dressed like Beethoven…waving a symphony conductor’s baton in passionate and furious frenzy. My neighbors love me! Tonight, I’ll play my favorite, “The Exorcist” soundtrack – that should frighten the old lady next door…haha! The picture to the left (from Classical.net) is exactly how I look when conducting – I take it very seriously and so do my neighbors. If “air-conducting” ever catches on, I’ll be internationally known as the best. I’ll be Revellian: The Wicked Evil Maestro. Stand in fear as I mesmerize and take names! Hey, I already know I’m a strange cookie.

Well, maybe I stretched the truth a little in the previous paragraph. I do prefer instrumental music to music with vocals. I like instrumental progressive-metal, Jazz, classical and Indian music very much.

I look forward to reading about some of your favorite little things in life; feel free to change up if you don’t watch TV and like video games or movies more etc. I tag the following people – some of these people tagged me on meme’s I’ve yet to do, I will try to do one per week to catch up:

Mitch, Speedy, Andy, Nick, Zubli, Mike, Menopauseprincess, Paula, Christy, Square1, Anastasia, Karen, Bobo, Jamy, Trinity, Emila, Marzie, Janice, Teeni, Madhur, LFXT, DCR and Debbie Dolphin

I have a meme complex after blogging for a year. Actually, it happened around 6 months ago. I was so inundated with tags and awards that I got all stressed out and just stopped doing them. I’m finally over feeling guilty about it. I just don’t do very many of them. One blogger (DCR) pointed out that some meme’s and link chains are fun and more interesting than others. I felt that this one was interesting as it is a cool way to get to know people better. If you feel uncomfortable tagging people…don’t!

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