I Am Peter Petrelli

I have long thought of myself as someone who had potential, albeit
untapped.  In fact I believe everyone has an extraordinary ability.
 It’s just a matter of finding out what that is.


Tiger Woods, Michael Jordan, Lance Armstrong… what if they never
picked up a golf club, dribbled a basketball, or rode a bike?  What if
they had the internet growing up and all they did was blog and chat all
day?


I wonder if everyone has an opportunity to discover what their ability
is.  I’m sure starving people in South Africa couldn’t care less about
how far they could drive a golfball.


So what about me?  I’m afforded just about every opportunity under the
sun.  Well… just about.  What if I excel at dog sledding or
underwater ballet?  Or what if I have the power to see directly into
the sun and see little fire people up there desperately trying to tell
us that we should move to Mars because rent is cheaper there, but since
we’re always told not to look directly into the sun I never find out
and we all end up having to pay really high rent forever.


Is there any fate or destiny guiding our paths toward self-fulfillment?  Can I at least get a clue?


The stripper angel in Can’t Hardly Wait, which stars the
incomparable thespian Jennifer Love Hewitt, said to Ethan Embry’s,
breakout star of Empire Records, character, “Fate can only take you so
far, the rest is up to you.”


And so I finally did have my chance encounter with fate.


I have the ability to bend time.  Unfortunately, I can’t do it by myself.

There is another who either possesses the same ability as I or acts as
the catalyst for my ability to manifest.  Or vice versa.  I’d like to
think I’m the one that has the power.  At any rate…


“Our” power did not become apparent until we were encapsulated in a
sphere independent of the time and space laws of others.  That is to
say, we went on a date.


The subsequent time we spent together was never near enough for our liking.  I could be hours and hours in her presence but the total time we spent
together would equate to roughly 10 minutes of normal people time.  Gone in a flash.

So I could manipulate time.  I just couldn’t’
control the power yet.  Especially difficult was the time we spent apart.  A few days felt like weeks.  More often than not we were saying goodbye and hellos were too far off.  We were time’s captives.  Some power, huh?

Eventually we had to part ways.  We were rapidly aging… losing time at an accelerated rate and it was taking its toll on us.  Our sphere was not a refuge as we thought it was, and the power was consuming us.  Even when we parted, the effects of the power did not dissipate immediately.  Each day
shortly after the departure was agonizingly long.  Like the moments
when you are gasping for air after an intense run or almost drowning.  And now, as I think back to our time together however long it may be in reality, it is millions of years away for me. 

It makes me wonder… would I have been better off picking up a golf club?  I doubt it.

bOObieS.

I wanted to end this post on a positive note.

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***DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction… but I do have powers.  Like hadouken and spinning piledriver.***

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I Thee Wed

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Herro.  I come bearing gifts.  I have video for you.  No, it’s not Harajuku Boys Episode 4.  It is Honolulu Boys Episode 1.  Well… it’s some clips from a wedding I shot for a friend in Hawaii back in December.

Hawaii was rockin’.  I rented an apartment in a hotel right on the beach in Waikiki.  It was pretty beautiful out there watching the sun rise and all that business.  I’ll tell you more about it and post a vid of the scenery later on.

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I am at the stage where my peers are getting married off like troops are being shipped off to Iraq.  And if they aren’t on their way to getting married, they are totally updating every online account available in hopes of nabbing a winner.  Let’s be really real.  Online “networking” sites are as much about working that net and catching that big fish as they are about updating your status message so all 267 of your acquaintances know what mood you’re in, who you are slapping with a trout, and what you are listening to on your iTunes at any given moment.

Why is the wedding day such a big deal for girls?  It’s so much more complicated for girls than it is for guys.  Guys go to the strip club like the night before.  Haircut optional.  Girls have a bridal shower and get fitted for dresses and set up the registry and approve flower arrangements and yakety yak yak yak.  It like the one day they live for.  And it usually happens pretty early in life.  So my question is what do they have to look forward to after the wedding day?  Having a baby?  Too bad humans don’t lay eggs, huh?  But then Mommy would probably make Daddy sit on it from time to time whilst she goes about her business of helping friend’s plan their weddings, doing pilates, and shopping at the organic grocery store.  I wonder if fart penetrates eggshell.  That could be trouble.

Tangents!

Anyway, I’m sure this wedding madness stems back to early civilizations where parents had to practically sell their daughters into marriage and now over thousands of years it’s taken on some kind of magical, Disney-like connotation.

It’s not so much the dress or the cake or shade of the bridesmaid’s dresses that matters.  I guess what it all boils down to is that you’ve found someone.  Someone that you can confidently say you want to spend your life with because you love them with every bit of your being.  Why else would you make that kind of a promise to someone?  That’s nuts!  How do you find something like that?  Props to everyone who has found it, including my buddies who are jumping ship this year.  Guess it’s a new kinda roadtrip you guys are going on.  Enjoy it!

For the rest of us still searching… it’ll come… it’ll inevitably come… not unlike the morning poo that breaks butt just as the sun’s golden rays kiss your distended belly with morning glow after a long, drawn out night of White Castle.  What a wonderful feeling love is.

The Return

Hey, long lost cousins and distant relatives… what is this place?  I don’t understand Xanga anymore.  I could barely figure out how to create a new post.  I don’t think anyone comes here anymore.  My subscription updates were slimmer than… I don’t know… Asian guy dongs.

Anyway, I wanna update and add some videos and stuff.  Maybe even a vlog.  I wanna tell you about my day and all that jazz.  I want you, Xanga… to be my new girlfriend so that I can update my status on Facebook to “in a relationship”.  So there you have it…. I said it… I’m saying it… I’m asking…

Xanga… will you go steady with me?

Be easy.