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    Here is Sand Canyon 1 from Kirby's Dream Land 3 on the Organ. Enjoy. 😊 Special Thanks to the following patrons for supporting me on Patreon: [Ultimate Fan] Juke Denton [Moderate Fan] James Flores & Jesh PK If you enjoy my content as much as they do and myself, then join them here: http://www.patreon.com/jonnymusic
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    The idea that we all do our best in every situation in life is wrong. Recently I started to watch the Jocko Podcast. I started reading more, doing workouts on a daily basis, trying to stand up early (which doesn't work) and going to bed early (which works but being awake in the bed for 4 to 5 hours 8 days in a row is just destroying me), even quit booze for the last 10 days. 5 days away from my longest time off alcohol. Started again wearing my watch on a daily basis and planning my time more productive. I'm reacting different in situations that would escalate normally. I'm calmer most if the time. Started drinking tee. Didn't smoked for the past month. But I said that the idea of giving the best all the time is wrong and at the same time I'm sitting here saying I did my best except waking up early. So where is the point? Every evening I'm playing the game Overwatch with a couple of people in a gaming community. And every now and then I find myself inside the dumbest discussions. How playing with a 6 stack doesn't bring up your skill rating in the eyes of them or why they don't have to be a jack of all trades in a game where heroes get banned on a more or less random base. So what's the point? Just some young adults not understanding that you can improve and that you should be able to play everything to some degree? Just move on. But isn't that the concept that most people apply on a day to day basis? Why being able to care for my car and understanding how it works when I just can call someone to tow my broken down car to a repairman. Why being able to cook a full meal when I can just get the 99 cent frozen junk food which does the same job. Why hitting the gym or the home gym every second day when I just can sit at a desk eating some donuts. Why learning to sharpen my knives when I can just get someone to do it myself. Why should I learn a new skill or evolving my skills when I can just quit and go eat some chips Infront of my TV. Isn't that the same concept. Not learning, not evolving, not working out or working on yourself. I'm not talking about not being able to but not wanting to. Being lazy. Hitting that snooze button. Skipping that workout. Going the easy way. Cutting corners. Why putting sweat, effort, time even pain into a skill to master it, when you can cut corners? Because cutting corners doesn't bring you to where you could be? You want that six pack? Not getting it by skipping gym and eating junk. Wanting to be able to remember the times tables? Not getting it by quitting school. Wanting the fast car, big house, awesome yacht? Not getting it by insulting you boss and doing a shitty job. So many people complaining about shitty jobs, shitty bosses, not having their dream body, not the car they dream of, not hitting their deadline with this important project. How often had you heard all of these things? How often were you the one saying it? You get out what you get in. Not putting the effort into the project? Don't hit the deadline. Not working out? Not getting the big bizeps and the six pack you are dreaming about every night. Not wanting to eat healthy food, not quitting on the junk food, not getting of your ass? Not living a long healthy life and being able to go from the front to the back of your house without heavy breathing. And still so many inside their own misery. Seeming to love it. Changing nothing. Change is hard? Or there is no way out? No other job? No time to workout? No time to do the extra work? There is. There always is. The only thing keeping you from being better than yourself right now is YOU. No one is putting you in chains, no one is locking you up. You are just undisciplined. It's your own fault. Change it or accept it. Accepting does mean stopping to complain every second about it. Stopping to change everyone and everything around you to fit your needs, your wants. And still here we are. Destroying what ones was whole. From family to society. Body positivity, anti fat shaming, anti racism, feminism, men's rights movement, self diagnosis, over medication and many more. For some there might be a valuable reason. But not in the dimension that we are seeing inside our world. People going nuts over Corona, while not even being able to define what's wrong in their own life. People shit talking like they would know the cure for this disaster while not even being able to take 3 steps without being out of breath. Stealing other ones property while not being able to clean their own shit up. People buying stores empty without being able to use things on a rational level. I'm again kind of disgusted from not only my own existing but whole human kind.
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    Allow me to begin by saying that I am weird; remember that. I've been on this site for many a moon, and I have experienced a number of joyous moments, a small hoofull of sad or trying ones, a great amount of fun ones and even one or two angry ones. All those moments, do understand, will live on in my mind for as long as I can remember to hold down the [RESET] button before I turn my mind off each time I manage to sleep. There are a surprisingly large number of individuals who have become fun and fine friends during my time here; some have left, and one of two have even ascended to Cloudsdale, so to speak. There's a number of dopey, silly and just plain embarrassing things that I've contributed to during my time here, and there's even more moments I've shared with folks here that I shall treasure for the rest of my existence. But that's not why I'm writing this. I have to tell you wonderful folks a few things; I have to get you to see things from my perspective, if you ever want to understand why things are the way they are. Because with three, you get eggroll. And this is only a single, passing point on the map before reaching five. Because five is right out, you see - they said so in the film, and I'll not be one to begrudge them that, since they did it before I did this. I figure it's a fair cop. But that's not why I wanted to write this out for you fine, wonderful folks; that has little to do with it, but it does have some bearing as to what I'm engaging you about. It doesn't matter one whit about stuff like the above wasted paragraph, because the subject of this particular blog entry is one of the heart. And possibly of the stomach. Maybe even in the colon; we don't know - the lab boys say they'll get back to us on it. And they will, too - as they say in the Main Hall; no work, no eat. Those bastards got lazy and complacent during their time in college; I say we mow 'em down with 300 things at once on their first day; that way, if they still manage to do it, you know they're a keeper. Still, I have to tell you why I had to finally sit down and write out this blog entry; I mean, it's not like I'm just sitting in bed, playing my XBOX One in between Overwatch matches and RP replies, y'know? Okay, that's the way it was when I didn't have a job, mayhaps... but that's not important at the moment. Well, semi-important, at best. Maybe a bit more than I give it credit for, sure, but not as much as folks tend to make such a fuss about... and trust me, people will make a fuss over anything. LITERALLY. But I'm getting off track, here - the idea is that I'm supposed to be telling you about something that's been on my mind for quite some time now. It's something that affects you, that affects me, that could possibly affect everything... but, most likely, it won't affect a thing, and my personal horror and paranoia is all for nothing. Still, gotta keep an ear out for such possibilities; hunt them down when they appear, and show up with my rubber TOMY water-gun. Show 'em all who's Boss then, am I right? No, no... I should stay on track. There's too much to say to not take the opportunity to say it. At any rate, I just wanted to make sure to communicate my point here, so that in the future, it can be clearly told that I wasn't any sort of compliant accomplice of anyone else's agenda here. What I do, I do of my own free will, my own choice, my own pinkie toe, my own liver, my own 5th vertibrae; the actions I take are nobody's but my own, and I will end up owning up to them, as I don't believe in owning down to anyone. That's just dumb. But to be completely honest with you all, I can't ever seem to be able to spell out loud, verbally. I mean, typing or writing? Eeyup, I have those down PAT... but verbally? No way. It's like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube with your sense of smell alone. Still, you give me a writing utensil and a dry scrap o' paper, and I can take over the world! I mean, really, do you have ANY IDEA what folks actually talk about around you? Listen in on the right convos, and you can even get passwords and pin numbers - and being clever is being quiet as you gather those all up, and send them off to whomever you please... possibly even someone who washes behind their left knee only on every seventh Thursday, back behind the school bleachers, in the middle of the day, because it was hot and she was pretty, okay? It wasn't MY fault she had a 'wardrobe malfunction'! Still, I think it's finally time for me to approach the crux of this blog post, at long last. I don't think I want to stall any further. *sigh* Here goes: To all of you who have loyally and completely read the drivel above, I say thank you; the title of the blog entry was nothing more than bait to bring you here, so that you would intently read the chaotic ramblings of an old smartass like me, just to see what 'dire' news might have followed. For those of you who have made it this far, this entry was written; I have no plans to leave this site any time soon, but now I'm amused that you read through all that silliness above just to get to this point. I say unto you: April Fool's. Consider yourselves pranked, and you're welcome. I warned you at the very beginning, didn't I? Thank you to everyone who ever communicated, reacted or even just passingly waved at me; I love each and every one of you, and will remember many of you for a long, long time. Keep up the good work, Forums - excelsior!