The Ugly Duck Is BACK!!!

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I have been floating on a distant pond of wonder and discovery with no words that I have shared outloud. How does a duck become a chicken? How does a duck become a lion? What does that mean for the rest of the world? When a duck's against the wall, he comes out blastin'!!!


Well they say if you stand still long enuf, your whole life comes back around. In the past months I have been reacquainted with old friends from high school. Since I updated my classmates.com site, I have, for whatever reason this month, heard from several folks. The good news is that they have all been folks I actually liked.

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Its easy to wonder where the time went and how everything got so spread apart. The part that is always inescapeble is "change." Isn't it always "you havent changed a bit" or youve changed so much! One might argue that the core never changes. One might argue that the eyes never lie. Well I dont know if either of those statements are ALWAYS true; in fact, I seriously doubt it. There are things behind my eyes that were never there before. There are lines in my face that were never there before. There are thoughts behind these smiles that I would have never conceived of before now. Am I the same...no. Do I look the same....no. Do I feel the same inside or out.......no. Time changes everything and everything changes. I say memories are the "perfect" of our lives. In the mirror of memories we dont argue with ourselves, we dont disagree about the course of action, we dont turn away in modesty or shyness...... In "memories" we did exactly what we ought to have done and the universe was behind us with its unswaying approval. I would rather fight monsters than memories; at least they bleed. But irregardless, lets have a brew and talk about it or better yet, not.

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Well this ole duck has seen a few ponds in his day. I suspect he will see plenty more inspite of diving only in his private lake. The world is thirsty even with a full glass in its hand. The disconnect between what is and what must is always held at bay by an elbow. The beauty of being an ugly duckling is that noone sees you coming when its time to quack.

Conspiracy theories...

The Distace Between Souls

How does one measure what has weight, density and volume but as invisible as the air itself. Some might even argue that no such thing is real; its all subjective and has no merit in a scientific technology-mad world. Is it spiritual/mystical; relegated to only a world of just believing?

For those who know, you understand. Its a story as old as time. Some people are as familiar as time is old. It is as if they have always been. Some people become as if they always were; others are just born that way I guess. Either way, you know it when you got it or miss it. The distance between souls is quite a picture for the mind.

There are priceless things around us that hopefully we are paying attention to and nurturing. The physical distance between objects is often in direct contradiction to the actual metaphysical distance. If my sweety was away; I know that mentally she can be reached in the blink of an eye. No, we're not talking about memory; we're talking quantum.

How do we crosss time and space in an instant? Have we been here before? Will we be here again? Is "all the time" going on "now"?

Foul Intentions!

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Ever experienced an incident where somebody set you up; but you slipped through and they got caught in the trap lain for you?

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Thats funny, isnt it. I like seeing people get what's coming to 'em, don't you. As a nerd with nerd memories, there are probably more than you can count. There is this point that the universe seems to remember you're here and starts to make up for its amnesia the long terrible decades before. One of the ideal things about being one of the ostracised is that you have plenty of time to study. You study people, planet and self. Then the light flickers in the darkness.

The mystery of humanity lies in the understanding of its darkness. In the darkness all the reflections are the same; dark!

U.D.C. for Life

...Its not easy being ugly...

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.....but its gotten a lot better! Now there are heroes that arent the "pretty" people all the time. Used to be just roles as villians for we cosmeticly-challenged-chads...but there's even more of those too. Anyway, I had an odd opportunity at the end of last year. I considered it hard.... I could get a chemical peel and/or cosmetic surgery...I could become better looking. Needless to say, I am willing to stick with the mug that got the coffee. I believe in sippin the cup of joe I got and gettin on with it. No, I aint the ugliest person in America; but so what if I was. As premiere member of The U.D.G. (ugly duck club); I say batton down the hatches and full steam ahead. Make 'em remember they shunned you in the before time. You cant buck a duck! Even if you sink us; we float. We'll be back another day for the fight.

Our country is obsessed with thin, pretty and blonde. Its obsessed with straight hair, cut abs and mousse. Its a great decade to be a photoshop airbusher. Uglies have to stick together. Remember the montra: beauty is ONLY skin deep; but ugly is all the way to the bone and these bones don't break; plastic does. Yeah, I still remember all their faces and what they did; but that's giving them too much credit. I will forever root for the underdog; the uglies are my people.

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....the end.....
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M

U.D.C. for Life

...Its not easy being ugly...

.....but its gotten a lot better! Now there are heroes that arent the "pretty" people all the time. Used to be just roles as villians for we cosmeticly-challenged-chads...but there's even more of those too. Anyway, I had an odd opportunity at the end of last year. I considered it hard.... I could get a chemical peel and/or cosmetic surgery...I could become better looking. Needless to say, I am willing to stick with the mug that got the coffee. I believe in sippin the cup of joe I got and gettin on with it. No, I aint the ugliest person in America; but so what if I was. As premiere member of The U.D.G. (ugly duck club); I say batton down the hatches and full steam ahead. Make 'em remember they shunned you in the before time. You cant buck a duck! Even if you sink us; we float. We'll be back another day for the fight.

Our country is obsessed with thin, pretty and blonde. Its obsessed with straight hair, cut abs and mousse. Its a great decade to be a photoshop airbusher. Uglies have to stick together. Remember the montra: beauty is ONLY skin deep; but ugly is all the way to the bone and these bones don't break; plastic does. Yeah, I still remember all their faces and what they did; but that's giving them too much credit. I will forever root for the underdog; the uglies are my people.

Chapped Duck Buns!

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As a founder of the "The Ugly Duck Club," there is one thing that really cracks in my beak.

You are always hearing these stories of people who have been in love all this time and one gets famous or wins money, then decides it's time for a new and improved partner! HOGWASH!!!!

Dance with the one you brung, I say. Doesn't it tick you off to know that you suffered (endured) through all these things only to discover that "looks" trumps loyalty. Silicone is waaaayyyy over-rated! Lack of proven track record is ALWAYS a red flag. Why would anyone be true to someone who is only around during the good times. They deserve what they get. The tide always turns back around. In The Ugly Duck Club; nothing trumps loyalty. If they loved you ugly; then you better stay that way or you better keep on lovin! That's the way I quack!

I will be curious to see what happens in the future with the people from Extreme Makeover and The Swan. Do they become the ruthless "in-crowd" they always loathed before? Will they drop the loyals for new hotties more consistent with their new "image"? Yeah, I bet. There aint much I know; but I know "people."

Q-U-A-C-K!!!

Ducks Up, Does Down!

Yeah, you know how we roll. Life is tough as a duck. Having a famous cousin isn't all its cracked up to be.
Do you ever have people running up to you thinking your somebody else...somebody famous. After several
it get irritating. No, I'm not famous, that wasnt me, I'm not that guy. No...really, I'm broke.