A Moon Poem

Art is amazing.

I’m not a big poet guy, but every once in a while I get these urges and feelings, and only poetry can do it justice. This I understand.

So for viewing pleasure I’m exposing myself for a bit to give my audience a piece of junk. It’s been written, and edited and peer reviewed. Obviously, it’s far from great, but I like it. I feel like it captures me.

There is a secret appointment tonight,
Between a boy and the moon.
Unbeknownst to others,
He runs away from home at the splash of darkness.
The seasons may determine how much they meet.
Bravery doth it take to challenge the nights of winters bite; in the
Summers warmth, the heart takes ease.
What is the purpose of this meeting?
So the moon can bestow the muse of art.
There, in it’s rays, the boy, open arms,
Shouts hidden verses:
“Come beauty!
Come magic!
Come lost song!”
Visions of astral houses are revealed.
Walls of shimmering energy,
Roofs of dragon scales.
Roads of cloud, beings of light.
The splendor of cosmic powers unveil
Those light beings, raising their hands, jump from place to place.
Some of them hold hands together,
Holes of strange dimensions surround them.
With a wave, stars sail across the sky, carrying their commanding hosts,
With clenched fist the ocean of dark carries the vessels closer to heaven.
Oh, the desire!
He stretches out his hands to grab hold
And climb the sky between he and his destination.
The moon says “not yet.”

***Okay, that’s my stuff. What do you think about it? I’m happy to hear your slander, comments, critiques. I can always use the refinement.***

Made in China Shenanigans

These moments are what this blog is all about.

Every once in a while the planets align, a blue moon rises, gas goes on sale for no reason, and you win that one giveaway you were sure to not win.

And that’s when the purest of shenanigans grace the world.

Chengdu, China! A typical ceremony, one that was sure to be yet another humdrum of a time for the Municipal Bureau of Planning and Natural Resources. Don’t know what that is? Take watching grass grow, add some paint drying segments, followed by an intimate match of old people playing Dark Souls, and that’s almost the excitement level of that branch of government.

So lucky them, to receive this honorary moment! Surely, they are being smiled upon. They probably needed it! The ceremony is so boring I can’t find any information on it. Not that many people are going to report on this kind of news anyway; I’m limited.

I Made a Sea Shanty

A long while back, during the novel’s development, I thought my pirate should have some songs to sing. I got to work, struggling through the amateur challenges of song writing, and a piece of slop came out. I put it up on other sites, but for some reason never thought about letting this blog and its followers experience the process of my terrible writing skill.

Well, here goes.

Verse 1:
A pirate, so stout,
Big as five barrels of ale.
Stole the pants off from folk,
So he covered his tail!

He never could find, 
a pant that would fit.
but he never stopped taking,
no he never could quit.

The pants thief they called him,
The pants thief they cried!
The pants thief will take 
All your trousers and pride!

Verse 2:
He stole from the men
He stole from the lass.
He stole from the king
But he had too much mass.

It was a quest for the pants he could wear
It was a journey he had to take bare!

And at last he came, *pause*
‘cross a giant the same, *pause*
size as his waist *pause*

And he almost acquired
The massive attire
but he fell to a sharp blade
And cooked o’er a fire

The pants thief they called him,
No pants ne’er he wore!
Smelled delicious and sav’ry 
as a great roasted boar.

Whaling Shenanigans

“Primo Shenanigan, why are you posting a picture of a beached whale?”

…you might be asking. If you’re not caught up on bizarre, wacky news, this was widely reported a couple days ago. But I’m here to let you in on the things you’re missing.

Brazil, that one country that appeared in the Mr. Magoo movie, found a beached whale. Scientists are dumbfounded. Why would they be, though?

Well maybe it’s because the whale showed up 50 feet away from shore? Also, it’s a humpback whale, which are rarely, rarely, RARELY seen so far north.

It’s also dead, but they concluded that it died at sea. So it didn’t suffer so harshly when thrown out of the water. The poor thing was young; measured between 26-36 feet. The saddest thing is a bulldozer can’t get into the swamp surrounding the corpse to take it out.

But how did it get there? Did the tides truly get so great as to throw a hefty baby whale so far from shore?



Fire Fighting Shenanigans

(Feb 27) The shenanigans are highly afoot this week. Before I get into trouble, here’s the original article I found for my post today:


Okay, my turn! I just finished looking at Florida, and now from the East coast to the West coast, we see another moment of pure Chronic Shenanigan Sickness. This car becomes the walking billboard for illegal parking consequences. The person owning the car will look to be facing fees and citations.

Sucks to be that person! I can only imagine how this could be: You’re coming over to a friends house for an important visit… Or you live there, and some newcomer comes into town for your neighbor, and you think, “what could be the harm for one night?’

On the other hand, can you imagine being a new firefighter on that day?
Chief: “Get this hose to the fire hydrant!”
You: “Sir, there’s a car in front of it!”
*Chief looks at car* “Smash the windows.”
You: “You want me to what!?”
Chief: We don’t have time to discuss this; he’s parking illegal, we need water, smash ’em up!”
You: “Yessir, you’re the boss!”

This is the second post in a row I’ve just noticed where a car was a major part of the news. Both results ended in getting into them. Wow, the world is so small. And yet… the shenanigans brings us all together.

Prison Shenanigans

Let’s go ahead and say it: it pays to know how to break into a car. Does this raise questions for you? Does it make you think? It does for me. I wonder if those guys should get a reduced sentence for an act of heroism.

I would think that if I was that guy. I became a convicted criminal because of drug sales or robbery, but I still have it within me to save a little baby.

Sure, he was put up to it, but whether he was reluctant, or done with ulterior motives, he still did it. An act of charity has been performed, and the actor is a person. The sum of the person is one of making bad choices and good. Let’s hope Florida pays for good choices as well as bad.

The Future of Shenanigans

Hello, your primo shenanigan is back. This week is going to be a short one, because I’m trying to make two posts instead of one. This first one is just me tearing back the facade, and sitting down on the stage so I can, “get real for a sec”.

This blog has been my creative outlet for some time now. If anyone is paying attention, I wrote on some funny stories from real life, in hopes to distract you from the mundane, and remind you that craziness is happening everywhere, and it’s not all a bad place to be, but then I was getting dry with them, because life transitioned for me. I then wanted to try my hand at video game reviewing, looking at certain parts, like post game content, that isn’t really touched on from YouTube gamers, or other bloggers. And then another transition cam when I wanted to try something new and post indie developers who were looking to make a name for themselves, and hoping I would make that blog that covered the game before it became a hit. And lemme just say, I covered Omno before Jacksepticeye played it on his channel, but no one noticed, but that’s okay that dude has earned his name, and his spot in the public by working hard.

I’m still trying to find my voice. The rest of you blog men and women out there probably are already there and have other problems to deal with like deadlines, sponsors, collaborations, ads, site maintenance, coding, etc. We all are working through our careers, at different levels, and this is where I’m at.

I want to be a writer as a career. Writing is my deepest joy. I don’t feel as effective a communicator than when I put my thoughts down into letters. Writing about my findings in the deepest depths of the imagination is one of my passions. In fact I think that’s why I focus on games, and funny life stories because I want to find examples of others diving in deep and coming up with the fascinating oddities of the mind.

So as you can imagine, there’s a dual-bladed sword in my fight to develop my name in writing. And I feel I’m not there yet. I feel like my voice, my message, and my direction are scattered, or that it’s so big I haven’t found the edges which I’m struggling to reach.

I also don’t get a lot of feedback. And I don’t ask for it, I hate being one of those people that begs. I find it as a desperate attempt for attention and validation, which I don’t need. I want to serve, to entertain, to reach, to inspire, to make profound statements, and be funny to others.

So bear with me as I keep going forward. It’s gonna get weird, but that’s what you can describe a cocoon as a worm turns into a butterfly. I’m in the cocoon stage, but it will pass.

If you’ve made it this far down the blog, wow. Thanks. Really I appreciate it. Leave a comment if you have any advice, or opinions to make me better. I would welcome it.