My forecast: Mostly cloudy with scattered introspection and intermittent depression...

I buried my dad today. Not in the old turn of the century way with me doing the digging and the whole thing...no, no excercise for me today...just friends and neighbors offering their sympathy and best wishes. It was tough maintiaining my stoic facade as I thanked everyone for coming out, agreed that it sure was too bad and even agreed with many who offered the time tested platitude that 'at least he's in a better place now' and all the while hearing the call of a bottle of vodka that has been taunting me for months now. A year ago I would have made it through the day by hitting the Jager and toasting to the old man's health and now, surprise surprise, I'm actually pretty sure I'll make it through without the vodka...but god damn, do I want to pick up that bottle and show it who's boss!
 Most of the family is here but I've been avoiding them, not because I don't want their company and not because I have some deep seeded need to deny them my company...no, I'm avoiding them so I can avoid my mother.
 Yup...I'm avoiding my mother! I could ramble on about the reasons for that but the simple truth is that I don't like her. I'm not one to claim that I'm a shining example of humanity...but that woman may very well have been one of Genghis Khan's hand maidens in a previous life...and that's the reason he committed suicide(the Khan, that is)...or at least that's my belief.
 I was in the hospital when the old man finally let go and my first thought was how would I be able to handle the crushing blow that my mother's need for attention would rain down on us...and that hurt. I loved my old man. He was a differant sort and we didn't have much in common but I like to believe that he accepted me for what and who I am. I kept hoping we'd have one of those great sit down conversations and come to realize that we weren't so terribly differant but that will just be another of those things that I never got around to doing. something I'll regret and hope it doesn't haunt me too much.
 Dad never knew about this writing stuff that I've come to lately and maybe that isn't too bad. He was a fan of westerns and I write stuff that isn't westerns...nuf said. I like to think he appreciated and sometimes got my sense of humor. I know he wasn't a fan of how I've lived my life, 'not living up to my potential' and all that but I hope he understood that I've come to terms with my life  and I don't hate it. Yeah, some of it isn't great but parts are fantastic and I have to belive that everyone's life is like that...some good and some bad...and I like to believe that the old man knew that.
 I'm gonna miss him! He was a tough old bird and I respected him for that. For being able to take what was on his plate and make the best of it. There are questions I would ask but will never have the chance and now, I'll just have to imagine the answers.
 I hope to get back to writing soon...I really do enjoy it. Maybe I'll try and use this as I'd wanted from the start...a place to write a little every day. Maybe I won't...and that'll be ok to.
 I miss you dad.

Kim Jong Un's Mystery Woman Revealed...(drum roll please)...It's

ME...Thats right, it's me...I know that some of you believe me to be an older(ish), slightly out of shape(ish), carrier of the Y chromosome...and that may be true...but mentally...I'm his special woman...what, does this sound like another one of my blatant appeals for attention...what? It does?...Am I that transparent?..Maybe that's why Jongie(I bet we'd have pet names for each other) hasn't responded to any of the hundreds of mental emails I've been sending his way...what, you mean to say that you don't have one of those new UBM(utterly brilliant machines) Computers that features the 'mental matrix' computing chip?...man, mine is so sweet!...The company sent it to me almost three days ago in a dream...not only can it do anything that any computer currently on the market can do...it also allows you to see anybody...nekkid...and you can watch episodes of your favorite TV show...even if most of the norms in the world can't...that's right, I'm still watching Chuck...and Life...and Pushing Daisies...and Wonderfalls...and Eli Stone...and, well that's enough for now.
 Anyway, back to Jongster and I...it's wonderful...being heterosexual, I was worried that being the 'Mystery woman' might prove to be problematic but thanks to the computer, I know that my future life partner is hetero as well and we'll simply be 'friends'...and I'm alright with that...or, at least I will be once he gets over that whole 'My dad was a loonie but at least I'm letting my subjects watch Mickey Mouse and Winnie The Pooh" thing...I can't wait...we'll hit all the coolest bars and drink Jager while we watch the world revel in our unbelievably cool, platonic friendship...we'll be an inspiration to the world...they'll write songs about us and maybe we'll even start our own religion...yeah, we will...and everyone can join and be friends and do cool stuff...like be nice to their fellow man(and woman)...wouldn't that be swell?...don't delay...don't miss out...use your UBM Computer and send us a mental email...or, if you haven't gotten your new computer yet, just send me a regular email and I'll forward it to Jong-a-long-a-ding-dong...he'd love to hear from you...and then, afterwards, why not say hello to someone new and tell them the story of KJU's mystery lady and watch as they react with amazement and envy...because they didn't hear about it before you...call your family and tell them as well...I'm sure they'd love t hear from you but make sure that you wait until it's 3Am...where ever they are...that's the best time to call so they'll be fresh and oh so willing to hear the story...I'm gonna do the same...can't wait!


Holy Crap...another overly long ramble that has absolutlely no value!...well, it's what I do...and if you're reading this...well, maybe the world isn't such a bad place afterall...and if you smiled, even once, then I've done my job...well, not my job...because you get paid at your job...and I'm not getting paid for this...although, if someone actually wants to pay me for doing this...well, don't be a stranger...send me an email and lets get this whole 'writer' thing going...and on that note, I finsh anohter installment of JPONALI by saying goodnight...or good day...depending where or when you actually are reading this twaddle.                              JT

P.S. Ted is a blast and Amazing Spiderman is not...and for a nerd like me to bag a superhero movie?   It's slick and all...don't get me wrong, on the 'scale'... it's no Green Latrine or Jonah Hoax...but it's no Mystery Men either. I'm just saying.

P.P.S. You've made it this far...why not leave a note...yeap, another cheap bid for attention...and your thoughts on my thoughts...