I'm museless!

Good morning!  I'm sitting in a corner of my upstairs livingroom, in the dark, sipping on coffee, and with one ear bud in my left ear...because the other one is crap.  The earbud, not my ear.  I have to get the family up in about thirty minutes.  In that time, I'm incessantly lamenting over my apparent inability to teleport!  God, I wish I could travel anywhere in the world and back again in a blink of an eye.  Go to another country on the other side of the globe for lunch or never have to worry about finding a parking spot at six o'clock in the morning.  I know I haven't been blogging lately.  I have to be inspired or it seems monotonous and boring.  It's not to say, however, that I'm currently experiencing some spontaneous, mind-blowing, blast of muse, but rather I just feel like sharing.  Coffee really tastes good this morning, as it often does, but I haven't been drinking as much of it lately.  Due to clutter and availability mostly.  I'm going to have lunch with my Dad today.  We try and meet and eat once a month at a local Hmong restaurant.  It's not exotic really.  It's quaint and simple and the food is really good if you have just an ounce of open-mindedness which, saying that, sets people on edge.  We've all been brow-beaten into believing, "You won't know for sure until you try."  One of, if not the only thing, that I'm open-minded about is food.  I proudly profess to whoever will listen, "I didn't get this big by being picky."  That's a life lesson right there.  Growing up, people used to make all kinds of fun of me.  Eventually, I figured out why not try it myself?  That way, people've got nothing on you and they sometimes stop all together.  I like to quote Bruce Lee from, "Enter the Dragon", in thr beginning when he's in the boat making his way to the island.  When asked to describe his "style" he replied, "Call it the art of fighting, without fighting."  Take it from me, no one and I mean NO ONE should have to endure anything more than what they feel they can handle.  It takes a conscious choice to stand up and deal with it in WHATEVER way they feel is necessary, and I leave that interpretation up to my readers.  I can count on one hand with some fingers left over how many "aggresive encounters" I've had in my life thus far.  I say that because I don't really look at them as a legitimate fight, but more as a display of aggression and grappling techniques.  Word to the wise when engaging a larger opponent, and I may be divulging trade secret information, but never attempt to close quarter combat them or you're almost certain to lose.  That's where they want you in the first place because they sure as hell are not going to want to chase your skinny ass all over creation.  Once they got you, you're (beep)'d.  Feel free to agitate a starving vampire with no one else in sight as bait and you'll have a close idea to what it's like in delaying a fat man from his meal.  As in any case, keep a safe distance away with a stance that has you looking more to one shoulder than directly in the middle of both.  Otherwise, they'll bowl you right over.  Once you're down, you're done.  Excuse me while I kick the troops out of bed.....I'm back.  Anyway, I have to get going.  I leave you with this:  "I think it's comical that in a room full of people, the only two that speak a different language find it necessary to whisper."  Later.  -Tr