We all have ideas in life. Ideas about what we want to do, how we want to be, what we want to create.
Sometimes it seems like in these ideas we've found the end all answer to hapiness and life is simple and sweet.
Then a week later you realize that maybe your idea isn't such a good one, or maybe there's a better idea that's easier or cheaper.
You scrap your idea and go back to the rut.
It's all about sticking things out, relationships, work, learning skate tricks. Any kind of advancement in life depends on perseverence.
I once heard 'Anyone can have a great idea but its pointless without the follow through.' I don't think everyone has good ideas but i do beleive the part about follow through.
I was pretty gung ho about the answer to all my future Strange Notes blog content the first day of the K.T.O.T.D.. Now here we are, 2 weeks later and only about 4 or 5 updates. At first I was thinking 'Damn, should I change it to the K.B.W.T.?' (The Krux Bi Weekly Travesty) Does my daily disclaimer become the "Current Blog Disclaimer".
Where's the alliteration in that I ask?
Then I realized that nowhere in "krux travesty of the day" does it state that there will be a travesty every day.
Yes I am enough of a pessimist to believe that there are, in fact, millions of extreme faux pas every day in this world but do I really want to search them out everyday?
And whoever said they had to be about extreme crossing over in the world of skateboarding?
Oh wait, I did. My bad.
Well screw it! I mainly came up the concept of calling out a daily travesty cause I'd been neglecting my precious rectangle on the strange notes page and feeling guilty about it. In that way its been a success, I have been updating more. So I'm not going to pigeon hold myself (follow through) to a cookie cutter format anymore!
Not like I really was anyway... with subjects from cats to creepshow and my dislcaiming everything, the content has been across the board for sure. Still though, renouncing ones own rules feels so liberating!
I also fell like this is my most boring blog yet!
Hoorrah!
So instead of pointing out my disgust with Myspace and Mountain Dew let me talk about what I really want to talk about: my Halloween costume.
Have you ever seen Urban Cowboy?
If not, and you actually are still reading this and you actually do watch Urban Cowboy because of my advice then I will have truly succeeded on this day of days. That's a lot of actuallys.
If you have seen Urban Cowboy you might ask me "Are you John Travolta?" No I am not. Apparently I enjoy explaining myself on Halloween over and over cause I always seem to pick obscure charracters.
This year I am Wes Hightower. Wes is an abusive, alcoholic, rodeo convict. He intentionally breaks Travolta's arm with a mechanical bull and beats on Debra Winger in his trailer outside of Gilley's. He chugs Mescal until he eats the worm and is played by Scott Glenn.
He's a bad dude.
My costume is a little shabby. My black mesh shirt isn't as tight as his, I don't have real cowboy boots and I could add a few inches to the biceps...
cest la vie.
But all in all I'm satisfied. I wanted to be this guy and I got all the stuff for about $25 which is good for any costume that isn't vinyl. I stuck to my guns and followed through.
I debated wearing it to work today. At first I barely remembered it was Halloween and not just another Tuesday. I walked out to my car about to leave but ran back in last minute and changed into my gear.
Since Wes rocks a black mesh t shirt I knew I'd be freezing till noon and had to rock a jacket. I picked my most cowboyish brown leather jacket and felt that even though I wasn't being completely true to my charracter I was indeed properly accesorizing. I felt pretty cool.
Then, as I was strutting up to Jamba Juice I walked by a reflective window.
Sometimes I feel like we get the best idea of how we look to the outside world if we only catch a glimpse of ourselves. With just a split second you can see your outline and all too quickly reality crashes down on you.
"Sh!t! My haircut looks like that?" or "Do I really stand that goofy lookin?!" Your brain doesn't have time to buffer your ego and your eyes see what you really look like to the outside world.
Today, when I walked by the Jamba Juice windows and caught my reflection the first thing that popped into my head was "Brokeback Mountain".
The spring in my step was gone, the wind from my sails, the Whiz from my cheese.
I went from being the most bad ass rodeo bastard in 80's movies to a gay cowboy from contemporary film.
I will say in my defense however that I do look more like Heath Ledger's charracter than Jake Gylen...whatever, at least was fronting a wife.
But I was bummed nonetheless.
Funny that I'd even care about the machismo of my costume when I've been Jereth from Labyrinth for the last 2 years.
Well there it is, one of my longest and I'd guess most boring to the reader blogs yet!
Now how's that for follow through?
Daily Disclaimer: I'm not saying the K.T.O.T.D. was a good idea and being a gay cowboy is nothing to be ashamed of.