Fairytale Ending

I’m sure everyone is familiar with the story of Goldilocks and the three bears. There’s one little detail that Hollywood and the left wing fairytale publishing media conveniently left out…an important character who has long been ignored: me. That’s right, I lived with the three bears for awhile. Quite frankly, I am the reason the third bed was “just right”. I needed a place to crash for a couple of months, and the bears were cool enough to provide room and board in exchange for protection from hunters, porridge preparation and some light housework. Anyway, this chick Goldilocks was clinically crazy. She wasn’t afraid to break furniture, sleep in a stranger’s bed and steal from bears. I managed to convince her to relax with me on the bed and thanks to a couple of roofie-laced lemonades, I delivered a sleeping intruder to my hosts. Apparently that wasn’t enough to satisfy the disgruntled bears because I was promptly asked to move out. After that, I was going steady with this girl Rapunzel for awhile until I found out she let some other dude climb her hair….What a tramp.

Cheesecake Factory

The lights are now on nightly at the ol’ Cheesecake Factory in Kettering. If you look closely among the construction, you can see the blue-collar laborers going in to work the third shift on the line. Behind the faces stained with grease, cream cheese, sweat and crumbled graham cracker sawdust, you can see the grit and determination that it takes to assemble quality American-made products. It’s a dangerous job and it requires courage to put on your hard hat every morning and kiss your family goodbye. Every year, thousands of noble souls perish as a result of vanilla bean related accidents. So the next time you hear the faint whistle that beckons these warriors to their work, pay tribute to their craftsmanship by asking your waitress about the dessert selection.

Back to Reality

What is the only guaranteed cure for the summertime blues? A new blogcastâ„¢. Just to inform all my loyal Jaymzketeers, I am considering posting some random away messages that I have written over the past couple of years. If this news excites you and/or your loved ones, let me know.

The Mother of All Blogcastsâ„¢

Forget flowers, Hallmark cards and posting her bail money. This year, the truly devoted son will dedicate a blogcastâ„¢ to his mother. It’s the one item I’m absolutely certain will be unique. Happy Mother’s Day, mom, from your (presumably) favorite son…who produces podcasts.

Outburst(s) of Creativity

I finally delivered on what I intended to be an empty promise. Please enjoy my fifth podcast. I think this one will generate some enthusiasm from the people.

History Is Hysterical

Despite the lack of comments lately, here is yet another podcast for your auditory pleasure.

New Year, Same Ol’ Procrastinator

Good evening, podcast audience. I apologize for the delay in completing my trilogy of podcasts. My favorite magazine was doing a piece on its “Blogger of the Year.” I’ll give you one guess at who they selected to grace the cover. That’s right, my laptop. Without it, my rejuvenation of the blogging community wouldn’t have been possible. One word of warning about this publication, though: it is quite graphic. It provides an unedited glimpse into the seedy underbelly of the blogging racket. Viewer discretion is advised. In anticipation of the buzz this will create, I recorded an audio version of the popular….semi-popular…tolerable “Ask Jaymz” segment as my Return of the Jedi of this trilogy. (Note: My next podcast will be a prequel to the first one and will not be released for about 16 years.)

Holiday Jeer

Is the story of Santa Claus really necessary? Isn’t the tooth fairy just a glorified fictional burglar? Home invasion concerns aside, I think children can have a healthy upbringing without believing in a corpulent fellow that delivers presents and is the subject of two horrible sequels starring Tim Allen. Find out why. (By the way, remember when I joked about adult themes? This probably isn’t suitable for kids…at least ones that still believe in cookie-eating, sleigh-driving chimney travelers.)

Pod-Casting a Line

What a long, strange journey it has been. This post is one that has been 22 years in the making. It is the product of my blood, sweat, tears…all my bodily fluids, really. I consider this podcast to be my beautiful, bouncing virtual baby. Without further ado, and let’s be honest who doesn’t hate ado, here it is: the introduction of my voice to the internet. Enjoy.

The Blog Stays In the Picture

Once again, I’ve been slacking in the blogging department for awhile. So, what was the impetus for my usually indolent ass? A sense of dedication to my fan? An especially brilliant idea? A letter from the pro blog scouts? Sure, I’m writing for any and all of these noble, relatively selfless reasons. On an unrelated note, I also have some items that somebody could purchase for me if said person felt so inclined. I have compiled a list for his/her convenience should this bizarre circumstance arrive. Ok, so I needed to make a Christmas list. In honor of Luda, I waited until after Thanksgiving to commence talk of presents…unlike a certain impatient corporate sellout. Also unlike this other party, I plan to continue my tradition of justifying why I deserve gifts in a later blog post. This will be the Second Annual Edition of my Shower Me with Gifts, Ingrates! Extravaganza (with an unexplained one-year absence, probably because it wasn’t appreciated). I’m choosing to postpone that and make it a sort of year-in-review post.

Before I get to the wish list, I have some other business to discuss. Next quarter, I plan on working at Wright State’s radio station in order to acquire some (mandatory) experience in the communications field. I would like to become comfortable behind the microphone before I take over the airwaves, so I want to resurrect the podcast on this site with John’s help. One potential idea I had was to perform a weekly impression based on suggestions from loyal listeners/readers. Well, I’ve given everyone a considerable amount of fodder for your respective Jaymz journals. Think it over, digest it, talk amongst yourselves. Specific point of emphasis: my network administrator is responsible for all my internet-related shortcomings. If you’re interested in the list, continue reading. Read more…