MrNepathy's Blog

Comedy is largely based on the unexpected. We laugh because we didn’t see the punch line coming either because it is clever or because it is shockingly outrageous. Either way, it’s the surprise that is sometimes responsible for the laugh. So when I tell you that later on in this blog there will be a joke with “sweet potatoes” in the punch line, I am violating one of the fundamental laws of comedy. But when trying to decide what to call this blog, sweet potatoes was the first thing that popped into my head, perhaps because the aforementioned joke was a herald of potentially good news. I don’t know where the joke is going to be coming in this blog because I’m not Casey McCall and this isn’t English class so I don’t have a perfect little outline of my thoughts. Though, I know the joke is coming later so perhaps I am a bit like Casey McCall. You might not have guessed it by now, but this is a blog about my father. And now, we move on to the flash back portion of the blog. We begin in 1985. (more…)

            A lot happened last week in my family. A good indication of this is that yesterday, on Father’s Day, I talked on the phone to all three members of my immediate family and it took three phone calls to do so because each one was in a separate place. (more…)

        The movie Radio Flyer has one of my favorite segments in film. It’s about the myths we lose from childhood to adulthood. Blankets protect us from harm, monsters exist, and a towel when used as a cape lets us fly. Adulthood, it seems, is life’s slow dissolving of the myths we’ve always held dear. Fantasy slowly fades to reality. The tags on our presents read “From Santa” but are written in familiar handwriting. George Washington probably did tell a lie at some point. Dreams don’t always come true. (more…)

         There’s a lot more to say about everything, but some of it isn’t my place to say or to put in a blog, some of it is too disjointed. I write the following just to put my thoughts somewhere. I’m too tired and too confused to wrap my thoughts up in flowery language or analogy. These are my stripped down, simple thoughts and they have been going through my head since this past week. (more…)

          A friend of mine suggested I tell stories about my dad as kind of a way to keep him in my mind. Unfortunately I haven’t had time to see him in person, but the stories have been going through my head and so here is one I would like to share. Some good stories about my dad involve starting from a bad point, as the good event happened as an apology for a bad event. This story, however does not start from a bad place which is why I picked it. It’s also one of my favorite memories of growing up. (more…)

           It has been a month now since my mom called to tell me the news about my dad and I still find that I’m using bizarre sentence structure and vague phrases just to avoid typing certain things. I realize that I’ve written several blogs about everything that’s happened, but I suppose that’s why this is called My Space, and currently this is the focus of the space of my mind, and thus, the focus of my blog. I suppose for lack of better analogy, this is more or less a “state of Dwayne” address. I almost put “the Dwayne” there but even referring to myself in the third person for a moment seemed outrageous so I didn’t want to push my luck with the use of a definite article. (more…)

                As the subject implies, this entry will attempt to cover the various thoughts and emotions I seem to be going through of late. I can’t estimate how long it will or what path it will take. It will most likely be some sort of stream of consciousness that, given my current state, is more like a murky stream of consciousness. I don’t know where I should begin, but 3:45 a.m. seems to be a good place, so let’s start there. (more…)