Comic Con 2014

This year tickets to Comic Con sold out within the first hour…. after the system crashed, 3-day, 4-day, Friday and Saturday tickets were sold out on day one. So I bought a Thursday Ticket and Sunday ticket. I missed so much on Friday, and Saturday but I still enjoyed myself.

On Thursday I went alone and met my friends there, then I left to pick up my sister and took her there. On Sunday I took Lisa and her friend, Za. (Lisa’s voice over link: http://nickatnycc.com/item/1003/). There were so many Cosplayers and people there. It was great. I even got to spend time with my God-Sons. Here is our experiences in photographs:

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This and That

“Hate me today, hate me tomorrow, hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you.” (Blue October)

There are words out there that touches us in some way. There are songs that when we hear them they make us rock out, or become sad.

Michael Jackson’s new song, Slave to the Rhythm, has a jam out beat to it but if we listen carefully to the words…

“She dances at the crack of dawn, And quickly cooks his food, She can’t be late, can’t take too long, The kids must get to school, She’s a slave to the rhythm, A slave to the rhythm of, The rhythm of love, the rhythm of love, She dances for the man at work, Who works her overtime, She dances to the kitchen stove, Dinner is served by nine, He says his food’s an hour late, She must be outta her mind, She works so hard, just to make her way, For a man who just don’t appreciate, And though he takes her love in vain, Still she could not stop, couldn’t break his chains, She danced the night that they fell out, She swore she’d dance no more, But then she did, he did not quit as she ran out the door, She danced through the night in fear of her life, She danced to a beat of her own, She let out a cry and swallowed her pride, She knew she was needed back home.”

Who doesn’t feel like a slave in their everyday lives. Sometimes that trap can become overwhelming, it can consume us and when something new comes along to change that or make it different it’s like a shiny new car or brand new phone. We want to test it out, play with it and spend all our time with/on it. Then we realize that, that new thing isn’t actually something we needed or wanted. It was a distraction to keep us occupied while we fix what was making us unhappy in the first place. Once that discovery is made that new thing goes in the old, adjusted and part of life pile.

Mistakes can be made, moments of weakness can happen and guilty pleasures can consume someone who is not careful.

However; once we are back into our routine and the fun has ended, we realize the grass was just as green on the original side and only appeared greener on the other side because it was grown with fertilizer.

Why is it that people who meet someone new, that has impacted their life with such positive and great ways create chaos in that person’s life that they cannot help fix later on. They run away from it and make the person who impacted them positively, suffer. They person who was impacted positively and was given such selfless gifts became selfish.

It was like, “Cause you make me feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven for to long,” (Locked Out of Heaven, Bruno Mars) to “Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? / That’s alright because I like the way it hurts / Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? That’s alright because I love the way you lie.” (Love the way you lie, Rhianna and Eminem) or “Once upon a time I was falling in love. / Now I’m only falling apart. / There’s nothing I can do / total eclipse of the heart.” (Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bonnie Tyler). But it’s OK because those things that are preached tend to reflect in the mirror in the most un-delightful way.

Life goes on, and so does a beating heart…

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Weekly Photo Challenge: My 2012 in Pictures

This year has been long and great…. Here it is…

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