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You came as lightning

2005-08-15T08:30:00.000-05:00

We had James dedicated yesterday morning. I read the following poem that I had written. It reflects on his birth and also speaks a lot about God. Hope you enjoy.

You came as lightning

You came as lightning -
brilliant, shuddering;
and the flash from cloud to ground
split the air from the noise
in this room.
And you were here, your image
trapped on this frame, your breath
revealed on this lens, your vast
and open heart on this shutter.

You came as lightning,
when you came,
and the thunder of your coming
filled the air with the noise
in this room.
And you are here, your energy
released in us, your signature
concealed in us, your true
and careful vision at work in us.

Birth Announcement

2005-07-29T09:32:00.000-05:00

Here is the image of the birth announcements I just made.
Will you be one of the lucky 99 to receive one in the mail? Maybe, maybe.

(Sorry - Image removed by Blogitor)

More Pics of James

2005-07-26T09:50:00.000-05:00

I was instructed by the wife to post more pictures. Maybe some day we'll have Internet access at home and I can do this more frequently.

You might not be able to read it, but his shirt reads: "Future Computer Whiz"

More to come later!

It's a boy!

2005-07-20T11:12:00.000-05:00

James Eliot Bessler
7/14/05
12:45 pm
7 lb, 15 oz
21.25 inches

Plenty of hair and as content as rhubarb pie.

POEM: On Walking to My Car Today

2005-04-14T14:47:00.000-05:00

The spring air
Crowded with mower music
Sounds sweet as the taste in my nose:

REEEEEEEEEAAAAAARRRRREEEEEEEERREEEE-
REEEEAAAARRRRAARREERRREEEEREEEEEE---
chink!

And over my feet growing
Is the grass and the moon
And danger in every step.

And another thing...

2005-04-09T14:02:00.000-05:00

Since when were you self-righteous enough to pick who should belong? We're all sinners, and I the most.

In three and a half months, a son will be born. Are you ready to crown Him?

Joshua King needs to Grow Up

2005-04-09T13:53:00.000-05:00

Okay, so does the whole world too!

We're all adults, right? Well, I think most of us are from a legal standpoint. And as adults, you'd think we could conduct ourselves in a manner becoming of adults. Not these childish, petty games. What about the good old days? When you could say whatever you wanted about anyone else and you knew it was okay, because that person was dead, or was going to be, or already was and is now back to life, tormenting the souls at the nursing home? Don't you remember these "good times"?

Remember fire drills in Elementary? The hottest day of the spring and you'd be forced outside. And always, always, it was only a drill. You wished you could see the school burn down in front of your eyes. But if it were to really burn down, you know that standing in a line on the sidewalk was not far enough away. Especially with all the chemicals in the Science room, that school was nothing more than a weapon of mass destruction. I hated fire drills.

And now, here you are, Miss Pretty and Mister Self-centered. Missus Pansy and her husband, Mr. Jerk-off. A big crowd of lame losers sipping punch and refusing to dance. I say, dance. Dance dance dance dance. I'm not a Wesleyan.

I know, why don't I delete the blog? I can erase all my memories too and not have to wonder if anyone is looking at me as a I stand at my picture window in my mom's underwear. How do I look, daddy?

So, in conclusion. Stop whining and grow up. Not just you, Josh (though a speech pathologist could do wonders for you) but all of you, the fire drill instructor, The four lame losers, and especially you, satan. You are just such a puss. Grow up or go home.

The end is near

2005-04-06T11:02:00.000-05:00

In the spirit of the ensuing commencement that is upon me, I wish to bless you all with a swift and spontaneous story:

Markle McTinny was on his way to graduation--his graduation--from the Academy of Socially Inept Students. On his way he was and he was now on his way. Stopping to wait for the white hand to beckon him across the street, Markle sneezed. It was a vicious, snap-your-neck-in-half kind of sneeze. Happening to pass by on the street, a Ferrari-driving widow named Noneen Halloqueen stopped suddenly when her windshield was coated in Markle's sneeze-goo.

"How dare you sneeze on my Ferrari?" she pondered, out loud, and erroneously.

"What are you talking about? I'm walking, here!" shouted Markle. Later, he would snicker at the way his voice cracked and trilled. He seemed like a New Yorker to himself. We all know he's from Iowa.

"Well, it looks like you are on your way to graduating from the Academy, huh?" Noneen liked to cut to the chase.

"Yes, I am." And with that, Markle crossed the street and went into the auditorium. Noneen drove off, blaring the radio, and singing along:

"It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel nine." Noneen didn't know the words. After all, she herself was an alum from the Academy of Socially Inept herself.

The End.

Commentos?

A little thing I call Motivation

2005-03-30T12:26:00.000-05:00

So, you want to get motivated?

Don't ask me, I've no clue. I feel like a kid standing next to the merry-go-round. The m-g-r is flying round and round with all these other kids on it. I want to get on it, but a) it's moving way too fast, b) I have no arms. That's what it's like to be unmotivated. Stupid armless, fat kid.

Oh, another point of order. Did anyone else have a really hard time sleeping last night? I woke up like nineteen times. Something in the water, or the air, or both. Thoughts?

Things You Won't Believe

2005-03-22T18:08:00.000-05:00

You won't believe any of this, but here goes:

1. We got a house. HUD finally wised up and accepted our bid yesterday. It is in Greenwood on the south side of Indy and it's gonna be a beautiful investment. Estimated length of residence: 1 to 2 years.

2. I got my belly button pierced. It's a cute barbell, and it hurt a lot. See?

3. There's just two new things. So, number three is irrelevant. Anyone got any slightly used furniture they need to get off their hands?

A really stupid story.

2005-03-18T11:15:00.000-05:00

Once upon a fish, there was a man named Tringading who was a hot dog vendor. He had a beautiful daughter, but she grew up and ran for Congress and the whole thing was just a big ugly mess. He doesn't like to talk about it.

One day that man, Tringading, decided to leave the fish he had spent so many wonderful nights on and get a real job on land. And so, when he got to on land, he met another fish and moved onto it.

That's the end.

Good news

2005-03-16T10:58:00.000-05:00

It's (going to be) a BOY!

Top three name choices for you, America and the surrounding lesser nations, to vote on:

1. Humphrey Jethro.

2. Linda S.

3. Willimino Jenniterio Raviolio, Fresh, Mudlips 4 the Real.

BTW, my wife had no say in these top three choices.

Bad news

2005-03-16T10:56:00.001-05:00

We tried bidding on four houses but HUD said, "No, way, biznitches. Find some other house, ho!"

So, we will. We will.

And may Pepsi fall on both the rich and the poor, the strong and the weak, the jp and the jean.

The Problem with me

2005-03-16T10:56:00.000-05:00

STUPID FRICKING DASHBOARD, WHY DO YOU HATE ME?????

Senior Show-off

2005-02-28T10:56:00.000-05:00

It was long and mostly boring, but I suppose my senior show was also successful. Got to show Matt the logo I did for him months ago, finally, and may have made a sweet business contact. Other than that...

I'm glad SOMEONE couldn't make it, since she is SUCH A PEPSI-HATER.

May the wrath of Coca-Cola consume her in the end days, and may her bowels be eaten away by the acid piss that calls itself the real thing.

Also, Hi, Mom. If you're reading this...

Friday Afternoon, Cloudy and 33

2005-02-25T14:11:00.000-05:00

It's fricking cold outside, but lucky for me I'm in a hot gallery getting ready to set up an art show to open Sunday.

I only got 4 pieces in. Maybe that's a good thing, since it was less that I had to get ready. Instead of an artist statement, I did a dedicatory poem. I'm just so stressed.

Next, writing portfolio.

Also, I have to find a house pronto. Time is running short and the wife is running pregnant.

Out.

Mondays.

2005-02-21T12:26:00.000-05:00

I hate Mondays. They should be officially the last day of the weekend, and let the work week start on Tuesday. Also, I think Fridays should be the first day of the weekend, letting the work week end on Thursday. In summation, the work week should be Tuesday through Thursday, and the weekend should be Friday through Monday. And also a mandatory tax on people who drive under the speed limit put into a private off shore account, in my name.

Who's with me?

We've narrowed down our home selection to 15. But nothing jumps out and screams, "HEY FREAKOS, BUY ME OR SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN A CRAPPY SECTION 8 TWO BEDROOM TOWNHOUSE ON A MARSH." When that happens, we'll probably buy that one. Because, hey, it's a talking house. And with moxie.

Well, it's official...

2005-02-18T12:39:00.000-05:00

I got a 50 on the CLEP test, so no more stupid online course for me! I win, again! So, let's refresh...

1. I successfully petitioned out of World Changers.
2. I successfully petitioned out of the foreign language requirement.
3. I CLEPped out of American Government.

I'm gonna graduate on time, and I did it all by being a huge slacker! Woojers!

I watched Napoleon Dynamite yesterday. I saw things I've not seen before. Like a skunk walking back to the chicken house. And Uncle Rico spit steak out of his mouth. And the extra scene after the credits. Not sure what to do with that, yet.

Gonna go do some drive-bys in Indy tomorrow. Ought to be exhilarating. For any State Troopers reading this Blog, I mean my wife and I are driving around looking at houses. And for any members of the Bloodfire Gang's Initiation committee: You know what I'm talkin' about!

Well, that's all for today and I probably won't be on again until Monday. I hate being netless on the weekends.

Bish

2005-02-16T17:50:00.000-05:00

Your quiz was too RANDOM for me, but my wife kicked butt. Must be some sort of female intuition sort of thing. Anyhow...

I just applied to like three frickin' jobs, and they all want sweet bow-hunting and computer hacking skills. It's a good thing I know how to tame wild horses.

So, I need to know what's shakin' down this weekend. Also, has anyone seen my harmonica?

Sixty degrees and 2-5 G's

2005-02-15T17:57:00.000-05:00

Ahh, spring. Will it ever come?

I got a g-ob offer today and I must say they low-balled me like a cheap car salesman picking up a hooker. Whatever that means. So, I threw it back in their face. I hope they still want to hire me.

Got caught up in Typography class, though I'm not overly proud of the work. I still need to catch up in Computer Illustration and New Testament, then I am golden.

I almost hit a young jogger-mom.

Anyone looking to buy a G4 tower, lemme know. I got one real nice like.

Oh, and check out these rocking animations: Tokyo Plastic

That's all for now. Anyone, by chance, know where I could get some cheap health insurance?

A Valentine's Day Poem for My Blog

2005-02-14T15:52:00.000-05:00

Roses are red you piece of shit,
not blue.

Moron.

Log me off. And I hate
your stupid
templates.

Splash.

Burnout

2005-02-14T15:39:00.000-05:00

I just filled this in with a lot of crap about how I feel, and when I clicked Publish Post, it sent me to a login screen. So, I lost it all.

Perfect. Dramatic Irony, you are cold, bony-fingered bitch.

And I hope you die.

And anyone else reading this. I hate mondays. They suck ass.

The Day is Done...

2005-02-11T01:45:00.000-05:00

Okay, so it's really just begun, but for me, I'm done! A pretty good media-week. Final grade: B+ Not bad for a thrown together first meeting. This last one was a great one, good spirit, all that jazz. I'm just really exhausted.

And, really glad I get to see my wife in just under twelve hours.

Oh, and you Mac OSX users, I just found http://www.adiumx.com -- a really cool multi-program chat thingie. Loving the duck, and I can't believe I still have my ICQ number!! I also downloaded Firefox, by far the best thing since Opera.

Media-tard out!

Oh, Stress! Why do you hate me so?

2005-02-09T18:23:00.000-05:00

I am stressed. I don't want to be, but I am. I feel like so much is riding on how well I perform, that I just let all the muscles in my back cramp up, meet in between my shoulder blades, and then start aching. Maybe I should just give it all up. All the stress. I miss swimming in the ocean.

I wish something would motivate me to greatness, no matter how insignificant the greatness might be to everyone else. I'm just tired of stressful mediocrity.

Also, I have decided to give up French Fries for LEnt. Mostly because I don't celebrate Lent anyway. So, giving this up will be a good thing for my heart. I want my baby to grow up knowing Dad. And Dad wants to know the baby.

I'm so bored here in Clarksville. I'm very close to Caesars Riverboat Casino, and would go if not for the present company. I want poker to take my stress away. Unfortunately, I want the aforementioned baby to have some moo-lah.

Is it sinful to be even a little materialistic? Is it materialistic to think that success generally has to do with having money? I don't want loads and loads and sacks and loads of cash, just enough to be comfortable and be able to support ministries, missions, and the occasionaly business venture.

So, I learned the bass lick to "Money" by Pink Floyd.

In conclusion:
+ Stress, very bad
+ Money, very good
+ Clarksville, very boring
+ Baby, money. So money, and I don't even know it.

Heading out of town

2005-02-08T22:00:00.000-05:00

I will be leaving for Clarksville, IN (a suburb of New Albany, IN -- which is a suburb of Louisville, KY) to run a/v for a pastoral training seminar. I'm a geek, but a geek gettin nine bucks an hour -- woojers!

The nice thing is that I will have wireless internet access. The bad thing, no wifey to be with me.

So, you-know-who, don't be late for your dinner date with my wife. And bring her some chocolate chip cookies, GOSH!

Alright, geek out.

Thoughts on @$$

2005-02-07T18:31:00.000-05:00

This is a blog I hope to one day show my children. I am shocked, appalled, astonished, taken aback, mullified and shocked at such unclean language as appeared in a comment to an earlier post. I hope the offender would come clean.

And also prepare to get her ass kicked in Monopoly this weekend; BRING IT ON! My Monopoly skills are so better than your bo staff skills--GOSH!

*shakes his ass on his way out

Income Tax

2005-02-07T10:13:00.000-05:00

Why can't real income taxes be as easy to figure out as in Monopoly. Last night, I swear I hit that sucker every time I passed "Go." No paydays for me.

But, I've developed a new strategy, so watch out you-know-who, and you-know-who's friends, and mrs. me. I'm coming like a hurricane.

One more small step...

2005-02-01T18:02:00.000-05:00

It is very difficult to criticize someone who is dead, but it is very necessary.

My father was not perfect, nor will I be.

One Small Step...

2005-01-31T13:36:00.000-05:00

In my bathroom, I have a stack of Reader's Digests that I have yet to get through. Recently, I read that writing can help with weight loss. Well, I've been writing for several years now and have only my weight to show for it. So, I've decided to begin my own blog. My own journal of sorts. This is Misen Fright. This is stuff.

Now that that is off of my chest, let the fun begin.