Tinman Blog.

after much research, or none, ive decided.
I have no heart.
i'm like a waste of an artichoke, you get to the center of me and its blank.
i don't know if i can feel anything. i think not.
wait- scratch that, i can. i can worry and feel anxious, get lonely, laugh, feel unloved, feel appreciated, i can feel the pleasures of a good scare, a good kiss, a good flick, a good game, or a good converstaion.
i can feel inspired, and know when my friends are disappointed in me, or that they love me, but in the feelings department i'm like a offshore bank.
i wonder if i'll ever be able to love someone and feel more than that common anxiety of wanting others to like you.
don't go dramatic on me, i'm not being sad or... dramatic.
but i know it.
i sit and observe myself, and become astounded at the pessimisms that have grown up and encased me
for a really open guy, its tough to get through to me arriving at "feelings"
friendship i got down, but too many girls have had to sit across from me, trying to unlock me like i was a vault or a rubik's cube.
i try to tell them that others have done so and found the treasure inside to be less than what they expected, less like treasure and more like constant frustration.
its not like i lock myself up like a vault.
its more like i'm an open vault, and you go in and find nothing.
no apologies, i told them it was empty.
oh well, no one beleives me.
i'm sure i'll fall in love one day.
"sure" being loosely equivalent to "why not, i'm a sexy beast"

I was reminded yesterday that God has chosen to give me a chance at love-relationships, and to have a wife.
will he really bring me someone who'll actually like me for me- a potty mouthed artist theologian with the ability to out-talk Rush Limbaugh ?

Chicks don't me cuz they can't push me around.
ha

or because i'm the weirdest human being alive (not including celebrities, who get paid to be stupid and weird)
or maybe i'm insanely lame.
i feel insanely lame, the books that i read even call me lame.

i'm reading Richard Dawkins and he's not as bright as he claims to be.
i'm tired of empty arguments that are more limp than a Mormon in his wedding day.
i think i'll go back to GK Chesterton and enjoy my life again.

i like a good salad too.

Good nose or Bad nose part deux

Time to VOTE- which nose is better, more "attractive" and, ultimately Perfect.
I think it's an easy win for Ashley Zarate, but now you can decide.

The Happiest Man in the World

Mailbox Explosion

MAILBOX EXPLOSION

I used to have a mailbox,

they were two boxes in one -our neighbor's and ours, in the shape of a house, with a cute little roof with wooden shingles.

but no more.

I come home on the night of the 4th of July, and Rainman met me to tell me that he had heard it, and missed who had done it.  

I pulled pieces out of the street, called the cops (had a great conversation with the cop about everything from how to get out of speeding tickets to our both changing to Apple -  how that was like driving a Pinto for years and then finding that you could have been driving a Porsche for much the same price)

In the morning i found my neighbors (whose box had stayed intact) had set their box back up on the wood.

The Pope and Me in Washington DC... that has a ring to it

When i was in DC for a week in April with my mommy, The Pope (Benedict) happened to come to America for the 1st time; it was also the 1st time a Pope has been to America since the clergy sex-abuse scandal rocked the U.S. Catholic Church in 2002. It has cost the U.S. Church more than $2 billion in settlements to victims of abuse and has bankrupted six dioceses.
the day this picture was taken was also the popes 81st birthday... how cool is that,
it's all true folks.

Obama... yeah.