“It’s more fun to be a pirate than to join the navy” Steve Jobs
This Pirate’s life
It’s a hard nut’s life
Balancing
On the edge of the knife
Romancing
Certainly not without strife
Lancing
With a sword in hand
Advancing
Where ever they land
Dancing
This ragtag band
They call, Pirates
“We are all born naked and the rest is Drag” – RuPaul
It’s A Human… No, It’s A Drag Race!
This is Ixavier Lasloth coming live from the Galaxy near you!
Our news team is currently orbiting a small bluish rock in the farthest corner of the known universe. We are here to observe the supposedly dominant occupants of this planet they have named “Earth”. These people seem to be involved in something called the “human race”, although as to where and when the race will take place is still unclear.
We are here to observe the ritualistic behaviour of this particular species, whose skin colour is varying from a pinkish hue to darker brown shade or sometimes even red. Some of them are covered in a thick fur like layer, while others remain neutral and satisfied in their original skin.
We are in disguise to avoid any panic our…
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“Throwback Thursday: OMG: Throwback Thursday, I needa find a photo of myself from like hella long ago and post it on Facebook”
Throwback Thursday 2015-07-30
Today is time for a walk down memory lane again and dig into the archives from the beginning of Rantings Of A Third Kind. Here are a few of them:
“Life is short, fragile and does not wait for anyone. There will NEVER be a perfect time to pursue your dreams and goals”
Replaced by Metal
Today I saw it
The huge chunk of metal
Replacing my joint
I almost shifted gear
Just out of fear
Making my stomach churn
Pushing the pedal to the metal
And making u-turn
While running away
But wait, please stay
Easy as pie it would be
So at least they told me
While they operate
You get to lie in bed
Take a short nap
No mishap
While the pros
Do their chores
Unconscious, unaware
So, there really is no scare!
“Call me crazy, but… well, most people do” Gun Roswell
The Gun Method (or my way of working)
Never concentrating
On just one thing
Or maybe just aiming
For that perfect swing
Even writing this one tale
Ended up with three instead
Call it a sort of a sale
Following several threads
Or just let the mind roam free
And after reading
Maybe you can also agree
It is not just a fable
That’s why I am able
To accomplish everything
And nothing
Photography and Poetry
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls” George Carlin
Dark Side of the Moon
If you are howling at the moon
You know it’s not twelve in the noon
Maybe doing a little dance
Around the garden in the nude prance
Paying homage to the big white ball in the sky
Whether down on the ground or up high
Some of us are more night people than others
If you think someone it bothers
Just tell them never mind, be kind
Let out a big smile
Tell them no tall tails
And if all else fails
Moon them!
Photography and Poetry
“Remember, as far as everyone knows, we are a nice, normal family!”
Ode to My Family
Can’t live with them
Can’t live with them
That is really all that can be said
Rather than whining, I wrote this ode instead
I would like to put them in a box
And take them out when ever needed
But there is a warning to be headed
They really are quite crazy
Maybe a little hazy
And cunning like the fox
The may not be my kind of crazy
But they are still family
Even though scattered all over
Like a five leaf clover
I still have the luxury
Maybe even compulsory
To keep in touch with them
Thank Goodness for such gems
As Instagram and Facebook
Now we are all hooked
So without resistance
Lets enjoy the distance
No just kidding
I love you guys!
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“I think I am about 5 for 500 when it comes to successful ideas vs flops” Jeremy Schoemaker
Welcome to dig around the archives of the Rantings Of A Third Kind.
On this page you will find a monthly changing introduction to the most favourite posts of this site!
Enjoy and come again!
You can find the page on the blog : Return to the Archives
My name is Gun
I am a lot of fun
Some call me ‘Nilla
I am here to chilla
Being a Red Shirt is never easy
Wearing a red shirt
Feeling like about to get hurt
The target is painted on my back
No time for sleep or a snack
I know I am not really cherished
And quite soon to be perished
I am the Queen of Fucking Everything
Who am I?
You dare to ask me?
Or are you playing shy?
Or do you task me?
Do you not know who I am?
“Throwback Thursday: OMG: Throwback Thursday, I needa find a photo of myself from like hella long ago and post it on Facebook”
Throwback Thursday 2015-07-23
Today is time for a walk down memory lane.
I started the Rantings Of A Third Kind six months ago this is the post where it all started with a two parter introduction:
A quick trip to the supermarket
A little background on the idea and the name:
“Rantings of a Third Kind” was actually invented several years back. Initially I was planning to write a book with everyday life situation gone array with a humorous twist. Now a few years later, a blog seems a good place to be!
My original idea for the blog was a humorous “rant”, with an adage and a lessons learnt included and of course accompanied by an appropriate picture. After a while, poetry took over. Then I realized photography was a big hit. Now dabbling into the world of rap and song and who knows what the future will bring!
Now, after fifty years, two distinct careers and a partridge in a pear tree, I am once more back on the writing wagon. And with force I might add. I started writing at the ripe old age of five, dabbling a play with crayons on paper and forcing my poor family to sit down and watch the show. As I recall, the name was “Santa Claus is coming”. Ever since that time, writing has been a passion of mine and I have been writing periodically and this is actually my third attempt at public writing.
I started my second passion around my tenth birthday when I obtained my first camera. It was a Coca Cola “bribe” and the brand was Kodak. It took really nice photos and I used it for several years, snapping and developing my own black and white photos.
As to my third passion… Well I guess you can call work a passion! It was before I turned twelve. First as a part time job after school and on weekends and naturally during every possible holiday I was off from school! And now over thirty years and a few degrees later, I’m getting my twenty year marker in the world of IT next year.
So there you have it, what, why, who, how and here we are!
Enjoy this first post ever on Rantings Of A Third Kind re-run:
A quick trip to the supermarket
VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD: Featuring the Gun Rap
Put your “bass beat” on for this one!
“When in Rhyme do as the Rhymers do”
The Gun Rap
My name is Gun
I am a lot of fun
Some call me ‘Nilla
I am here to chilla
Here are some facts
Seven to be exact
Guess that is the most
You’ll find about this host
I am a wannabe writer
And maybe a little brighter
Than you might think
While you let that sink
I will continue my rant
In the form of this chant
Even though I really can’t
Sing, dance or ant?
“What? Ant? That is not a verb!”
“I was trying to rhyme -erb”
“If you can’t rhyme, stay out of the kitchen”
“Why are you so bitchen?”
“Enough with the rhyme!”
“Fine! Now gimme a dime and lets get back to the rap!”
The three letters
Best defining my efforts
Photography, Poetry
And P…
“Oops, can’t say that out loud on television <smirks>!”
“We’re not on television! This is a written blog you dumbass!”
“Hey, you said ass! That is mighty sass of you!”
“Argh! I give up!”
“Great, now back to the rap!”
Well, the last of the three
Is for me to know and for thee
To find out
Oh, do not pout!
I am a non-smoker
And I like to play poker
No just kidding
Seemed more fitting
Now to end this rap
I had to fill the gap
And already told you more
Than I intended for
Word!
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