tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28417791068488629952012-02-16T17:40:03.798-08:00JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.comBlogger331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-76375625057404156362009-10-06T19:09:00.000-07:002009-10-06T19:12:17.395-07:00I think I'll be paying more attention to this new blog of mine now.<br /><br />Go Here for some inspiration, hopefully:<br /><br /><a href="http://johngundichdoodles.blogspot.com/">johngundichdoodles.blogspot.com</a><br /><br /><br />I'm Sketching Daily<br />Getting my artistic juice<br />To flow once again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-7637562505740415636?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-83728250330599697102009-10-01T09:37:00.000-07:002009-10-01T09:40:56.548-07:00It's been awhile. But, since nobody reads this...who cares.<div><br /></div><div>I'll get back on track. Patri wants me to sketch something each day and put that on my blog. I think I will get that started this month. </div><div><br /></div><div>Whatever comes to mind, I suppose. But, I imagine that this month will feature lots of Halloween images.</div><div><br /></div><div>Leaves full of color</div><div>Flowing with the chilly breeze</div><div>I feel so alive.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-8372825033059969710?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-41381378125028520552009-06-10T11:15:00.000-07:002009-06-10T11:26:37.476-07:00I have more enjoyment reading Patrizzia's blog than writing my own.<div><br /></div><div>The haiku's are fun, but the ones I really want to write are just too vulgar to post here.</div><div><br /></div><div>My thought's...they usually stay in my head.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Cubs? They have been so mediocre that I have no interest in reliving the disappointment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Will I write more? Maybe.</div><div><br /></div><div>But for now, here is the latest "clean" haiku.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 13px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;">Where is that chirping? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 13px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;">I'm following that damn bird. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 13px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;">Snipe fooled me again.</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 13px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 13px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/Si_5r2x1U1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/e90agzl1tew/s1600-h/common_snipe.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/Si_5r2x1U1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/e90agzl1tew/s320/common_snipe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345765814546289490" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/Si_5r2x1U1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/e90agzl1tew/s1600-h/common_snipe.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-4138137812502852055?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-32534100849308757012009-04-01T10:10:00.001-07:002009-04-01T10:21:48.427-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/SdOh3eSXO3I/AAAAAAAAABw/i6Ga5p4u4ws/s1600-h/300+E+Cubs1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/SdOh3eSXO3I/AAAAAAAAABw/i6Ga5p4u4ws/s320/300+E+Cubs1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319773559249648498" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Wow. Can't believe I have not made a post since the end of February.<div><br /></div><div>Well, I guess it's time to get back on the ball.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ooo...I said ball.</div><div><br /></div><div>Only 5 days until opening day!</div><div><br /></div><div>It's about friggin' time.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's my building in 2003 during the play-offs. </div><div>Unfortunately, that didn't offer any better luck.</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-3253410084930875701?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-18857317060530986102009-02-25T10:14:00.000-08:002009-02-25T10:19:13.158-08:00Batter up Kiddo!<div>Spring Training is in the air...</div><div>And dirty beer farts.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Stop. Smell the roses.</div><div>Pay no attention to the...</div><div>decomposing corpse.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm rubbing raw meat</div><div>All over my new sweat pants</div><div>Running from the wolves</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-1885731706053098610?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-21511751390369884162009-02-16T12:21:00.000-08:002009-02-16T12:32:13.620-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/SZnMYF2ge7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GmQeA9TLiJc/s1600-h/3277876586_ee19667b8d_o.png" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">It's here. After months of no baseball and beyond frigid temperatures, baseball is growing its little nuggets in Arizona and Florida. This means that good weather is coming soon..ish.<div><br /></div><div>Big Z came into came with a big bandito mustache, and it was awesome.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, he has already shaved it because of constant ribbing from his team. So, that's the first loss this spring.</div><div><br /></div><div>Too bad. I was looking forward to many professional photos of that beautiful stache.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/SZnMYF2ge7I/AAAAAAAAABg/GmQeA9TLiJc/s200/3277876586_ee19667b8d_o.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303494750465194930" /></a><br /><div>But, I am still so ready for some baseball...stache or no stache. </div><div><br /></div><div>Even without Wood and Derosa (which completely pissed me off), this is still the Cubs, and I keep coming back for more torture. Let's hope for many more months of great baseball with minimal torture in October.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-2151175139036988416?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-15010365717710290772009-02-09T11:58:00.000-08:002009-02-09T12:06:10.838-08:00A still beating heart<div>Rests upon a kitchen floor</div><div>Mr. Clean....is.....dead</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Flying through the air</div><div>The flock of birds set their aim</div><div>Clean cars. Raining poo.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Constantly itching</div><div>Sleeping in the attic now</div><div>On insulation</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-1501036571771029077?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-49804118689206857062009-02-06T09:26:00.000-08:002009-02-06T09:35:22.046-08:00<div>Used Torso for sale!</div><div>At the Dahmer Residence!</div>Act Now...it's Half Off!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If Birds are lovers,</div><div>Then Bees must be the fighters.</div><div>Terrible Sex-Ed.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Shaving for hours</div><div>I hit bone, and my blade dulls</div><div>I'm the Gillette Man!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-4980411868920685706?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-18608100859668991992009-02-05T07:02:00.000-08:002009-02-05T07:05:59.100-08:00Twenty-Four and Lost<div>Two shows that capture my brain</div><div>And feed it to me</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Horatio says:</div><div>I love my Good N' Plenty</div><div>And my sunglasses</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Standing Silently</div><div>Head tilted...eyes gazed downward</div><div>H says something lame</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-1860810085966899199?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-23944586492876996842009-02-04T07:59:00.000-08:002009-02-04T08:02:16.453-08:00Yes, I am slacking<div>in creating these haikus</div><div>What's it to ya, bud?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Dancing in the dark</div><div>I stub my toe. While screaming...</div><div>I notice a corpse</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Don't poke the body</div><div>It's filled with gasses and pus</div><div>Call Horatio</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-2394458649287699684?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-72049085066515984732009-01-30T08:33:00.000-08:002009-01-30T08:40:29.393-08:00One week...no haikus<div>Why did that happen, you ask?</div><div>Because I'm lazy</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Things that are crazy.</div><div>Dogs wearing colorful vests.</div><div>Cats in pajamas.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's so cold outside.</div><div>I think my nipples cracked off.</div><div>No breast feeding now.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-7204908506651598473?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-46254801577036668872009-01-23T14:05:00.000-08:002009-01-23T14:10:00.871-08:00Smelling the new stench<div>I ponder the origin</div><div>Who's gas attacked me?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I light hearted laugh</div><div>Beans, beans, the magical fruit</div><div>A source for pure fun</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Don't get close, buddy!</div><div>That's a dangerous thing there</div><div>Panda with hammer.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-4625480157703666887?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-83353659146451363412009-01-22T20:17:00.000-08:002009-01-22T20:23:14.521-08:00The funeral home<br />Has a bar that's named "Beavers"<br />Right next door....no joke.<br /><br /><br />Pushing for hours<br />I make a brown baby boy<br />That's NOT chocolate!<br /><br /><br />Stare in the bird's eyes...<br />And see nothing that's within<br />No conversation<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-8335365914645136341?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-72143669176348238052009-01-21T10:25:00.000-08:002009-01-21T10:30:23.321-08:00Stabbing in my brain<div>Distinct pain like no other</div><div>Migraines are awesome</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Smelling the pig's feet</div><div>I ponder where they have been</div><div>Pen? Barnyard? Stripclub?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Machines keep toiling</div><div>Burning oil and energy</div><div>To make my toilet</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-7214366917634823805?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-7663899816868070832009-01-20T09:09:00.000-08:002009-01-20T09:14:42.100-08:00A Beefy Middle<div>A Five-Syllable wonder</div><div>No need to explain</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>No, I don't do crack!</div><div>No drugs are needed for my</div><div>Retarded Haikus</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Shit on a Shingle</div><div>That is Creamed chipped beef on toast</div><div>Military fun</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-766389981686807083?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-27318631961879225952009-01-19T14:46:00.000-08:002009-01-20T09:08:55.245-08:00Beef, Pork, Chicken, Fish<br />Ingredients in dog food<br />Those lucky bastards<br /><br /><br />Walking down the street<br />I forget where I'm going<br />And...where are my pants?<br /><br /><br />The Asian bird flu<br />Doesn't scare me very much<br />I am not a bird<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-2731863196187922595?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-70781620697747341282009-01-17T16:04:00.000-08:002009-01-17T16:08:54.356-08:00The Hardcore gaming<br />can lead people down wrong paths<br />B.O., Cheetos, tears<br /><br /><br />Turtles are slowly<br />gaining on me in my car...<br />waiting to kill me<br /><br /><br />Walking to the store<br />I forgot to make a list<br />of people I loathe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-7078162069774734128?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-89801265126263072592009-01-16T08:51:00.000-08:002009-01-16T08:55:37.359-08:00Everything looks odd<div>I'm dancing on the ceiling</div><div>Must be the Eighties</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Grab the controller</div><div>Play until the Cops give chase</div><div>GTA Hookers</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Smokin' and Drinkin'"</div><div>A song that defies all odds</div><div>Unbelievable</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-8980126512626307259?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-3888667399224283172009-01-15T07:59:00.000-08:002009-01-15T08:04:05.906-08:00Fleeting thoughts today<div>What if Band-Aids were salted?</div><div>A world of wonder</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mullets rock my world</div><div>The "Wisconsin Waterfall"</div><div>Is by far, the best</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Pus, blood, scabs, swelling</div><div>My love is overflowing</div><div>Salted Band-Aid? Hmmmm....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-388866739922428317?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-38530892250519756132009-01-14T09:42:00.000-08:002009-01-14T09:47:47.759-08:00Sticker on my foot<div>It must be attacking me</div><div>From my Daughter's stash</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Snowing constantly</div><div>The snowman gets heavier</div><div>Time to call Miss Craig</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If gums are bleeding</div><div>stop chewing on broken glass</div><div>You circus reject</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-3853089225051975613?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-42506669690704594522009-01-12T14:58:00.000-08:002009-01-12T15:03:01.607-08:00Beating on the drum<div>Babbaloo...Babbaloo...Yeah</div><div>Ricky is the bomb</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, I did do it...</div><div>Put baby in the corner</div><div>She was in time-out</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Creeping slowly now</div><div>Turtle took too much acid</div><div>Oh, Mister Wizard!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-4250666969070459452?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-81293397813397149862009-01-11T15:46:00.000-08:002009-01-11T15:50:46.252-08:00I'm hugging Hobos<br />Just to tell them they are great<br />at wearing feet bags<br /><br /><br />Something wasn't right<br />I had a bean in my sock<br />Placed by my daughter<br /><br /><br />Popping a biscuit<br />She laughs uncontrollably<br />Daddy's nose crinkles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-8129339781339714986?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-66714152787167280572009-01-10T19:56:00.000-08:002009-01-10T20:07:04.533-08:00Icy lemonade<br />Melting in my mouth tonight<br />I am in heaven<br /><br /><br />Riding Hobo Trains<br />Teaches me great life lessons<br />...don't be a hobo<br /><br /><br />Giant Elephant<br />Is wearing no pants today<br />very unaware<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-6671415278716728057?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-74086081761378164482009-01-09T11:20:00.000-08:002009-01-09T11:26:04.586-08:00Pack up your bag well<div>If murder is your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">forte</span></div><div>Leave no evidence</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Cranky Bee Keepers</div><div>Just need a little honey</div><div>To sweeten their lives</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The words to live by</div><div>If at first you don't succeed</div><div>Try some Heroin</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-7408608176137816448?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-19776525730763034542009-01-08T09:00:00.000-08:002009-01-08T09:35:10.307-08:00Moles with squinty eyes<div>need to see an eye doctor</div><div>and get sexy shades</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Burrowing deeply</div><div>Lonely ticks seek out a home</div><div>To hold their sad tears</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Fighting is awesome</div><div>Just ask the bleeding inmates</div><div>In cell block fourteen</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-1977652573076303454?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-36173360706343082392009-01-07T11:03:00.000-08:002009-01-07T11:12:30.527-08:00With old fleeting thoughts<div>Beaver builds his dam again</div><div>To watch it crumble</div><div><br /></div><div>Aliens cry hard</div><div>Sad about their giant heads</div><div>and no genitals</div><div><br /></div><div>Drop a healthy bomb</div><div>Burritos make great ammo</div><div>Take THAT...toilet King!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-3617336070634308239?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-48000863764644159622009-01-06T11:46:00.000-08:002009-01-06T11:58:13.126-08:00So, I love writing insane haikus. It's kind of like "my thing" that I do.<div><br /></div><div>5 Syllables</div><div>7 Syllables</div><div>5 Syllables</div><div><br /></div><div>That's the format I follow. So, Patrizzia has encouraged me to write some crazy ones, and I guess this is the best place for me to jot them down. Maybe I'll do a few a day and see what happens.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's whatever pops off my head. I don't dwell on the ideas too much or too often. Quick and easy. Down and Dirty.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, here goes:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Blood on the ceiling</div><div>Splattered from a single head</div><div>Mustard...Candlestick</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We share common thoughts</div><div>Each finishing sentences</div><div>Rock, paper, scissors</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Driving through meadows</div><div>Little People on the hood</div><div>Over the Rainbow</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-4800086376464415962?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-66914518754159315422009-01-05T12:12:00.001-08:002009-01-05T12:20:01.063-08:00I just finished 12 straight days of vacation, and they were spent staying home with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Patrizzia</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Miabella</span>. Even though we each took turns being ill from nasty colds, it was still a wonderful time home.<div><br /></div><div>Playing board games, playing with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Miabella</span> and her new toys from Santa, staying up way to late to watch Dexter (and other shows), relaxing in our basement, listening to music and dancing, waking up to calls of "Daddy, Mommy, hello....where are you guys," seeing Bolt with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Miabella</span> for her first movie, eating tons of junk food and just going about each day with no major rush or plans was fabulous.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hate to get back to the grind today, but that's OK. It could be much worse. I just cherish those moments with my family, and I just wait for the end of each day to get back to them....and anxiously await the weekend to spend every moment with them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't need much in life.</div><div><br /></div><div>I only need them.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-6691451875415931542?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-63874640503161545692008-11-29T19:52:00.000-08:002008-11-29T20:04:26.276-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/STIQv_TBPPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/THEXImez5U8/s1600-h/230403653.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/STIQv_TBPPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/THEXImez5U8/s200/230403653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274296530235374834" border="0" /></a><br />If I had to pick one "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unnecessary</span>"material possession above anything else, I would easily pick my iPod (video).<br /><br />I love music. And, as a kid, I would dream about a way to have all of my music with me at all times. On a daily basis, I get a tune stuck in my head. And, years ago, I would never get the chance to quench that thirst.<br /><br />But now, Apple has made the impossible...very possible.<br /><br />My entire life's worth of music...in the palm of my hand. 4,200 songs....each one bringing me back to moment in my life that I will never forget. 15 Gig is made up of the soundtrack of my life.<br /><br />How amazing. I get about 6 hours of music listened to each day at work. And, I have listened to every one of those tracks multiple times.<br /><br />And, if that was not enough....NOW I can watch my DVD's on there as well.<br /><br />It just became that much better, and I never thought that possible.<br /><br />So, If I had one useless thing to bring with me to an island? My 80 gig iPOD....with an unlimited battery life, of course.<br /><br />Thank you Apple. You make my nuts sing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-6387464050316154569?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-1003645485901464572008-11-29T09:25:00.000-08:002008-11-29T10:02:08.759-08:00Well, I figured I should post about something to get me in a habit of doing it. And, I'd rather do something fun. Patrizzia really has our fun family stuff covered, so I'll talk about completely useless crap.<br /><br />Which brings me to: Cowboy Bebop.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/STGBtxn0fQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/UlrqiZfrkzU/s1600-h/cowboybebop.jpg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BMZ1-mq4MeU/STGBtxn0fQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/UlrqiZfrkzU/s200/cowboybebop.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274139262042012930" border="0" /></a>I first saw this Anime on Adult Swim back in 2001, and I was instantly hooked. Now, I am NOT a huge Japanese Anime fan. But, I think that this short series (just one season of 26 episodes and 1 movie) has the ability to be the Anime that can hook anybody who likes good writing and great direction. So, in the spring of 2002, I picked up the complete collection on DVD. And, I watched it rather quickly...and it sat on the shelf for 6 years...<br /><br />until I found a free tool that can convert any of your DVD's into iPOD videos. So, a few weeks ago, I put the whole series on my iPOD (my favorite gadget ever). And, my 2 1/2 hours on the train every day flew by as I re-experienced the show that I loved.<br /><br />It's hard to explain, but it's just worth checking out. There are some over the top goofy parts, but those are far and few in-between. Overall, the story-line is fantastic and will keep you coming back for more until the very end...making you wish it never ended.<br /><br />Check out the first 5 minutes (after the opening credits) for this episode and tell me if that isn't one of the coolest sequences you've ever seen.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.watchcowboybebop.com/tag/cowboy-bebop-episode-20/">Session 20</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-100364548590146457?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-12952657060031633412008-10-27T10:27:00.000-07:002008-10-27T10:38:55.732-07:00Today does not feel right, and I wish you were here. But, I'm glad your suffering is over.<div><br /></div><div>I will miss you dearly.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Love, John</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-1295265706003163341?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-5072802375336265472008-10-22T10:51:00.000-07:002008-10-22T10:56:43.551-07:00Next Monday is coming closer and adding a feeling of impending doom. It'll mark one year since I had my "bad feeling." Which, is also, the worst feeling I've ever had. I knew that day would be the last Birthday for my father. That was only weeks before we even learned about his cancer. So, the downward spiral continued faster than any of us had thought...ending on April 19th.<div><br /></div><div>I feel like I should be "over" it, but that's not as easy a task as I had hoped. </div><div><br /></div><div>And Monday is gonna be tough.</div><div><br /></div><div>No. It'll suck.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just plain suck.</div><div><br /></div><div>Shit.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-507280237533626547?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2841779106848862995.post-8817155097496194072008-10-16T08:00:00.000-07:002008-10-17T19:51:21.242-07:00What Exactly is a Flinky, you ask?<br /><br />Flinky (Fleen-key) n. - A playful word to call a fart.<br /><br />My father used to say, "Did you blow a flinky?" when we were kids, and it stuck with me. Since losing my father to cancer on April 19th of this year (I'll miss him dearly), I wanted to continue his tradition of that word with my 2 year old daughter. Flinky just sounds funnier that fart. Maybe more "harmless," I suppose. No matter how you look at it, farts and/or Flinkies are fucking funny.<br /><br />And the Whisperer part? Well, that just rolled off my tongue. Just sounds funny as well. No, I don't speak softly to assholes...with a "come-hither" ring to my voice...beckoning a perky biscuit to make the amazing trek from the depths of stink into this open world. Neither to I speak to lost farts traveling along the way...helping them find their way to cross into the light (like Melinda "giant titties" Gordon).<br /><br />No. I'm just the Flinky Whisperer. I'll giggle at a ass-juice-bubble, but I won't whisper sweet nothings to them.<br /><br />Well, with that out of the way...I am no longer a Blogger Virgin. And, I'd have to say that I don't feel any different, and my anus does NOT hurt and/or feel violated. So, good for me.<br /><br />I have no idea what I will write in the coming months before I tire of doing this, but I'll give it a shot nonetheless. Just be prepared for profanity, sick jokes and other...crap, for lack of a better word.<br /><br />Time to blow a Flinky.<br /><br />Yup. Just did. Smells like.....Victory.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2841779106848862995-881715509749619407?l=johngundich.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296362389598717482noreply@blogger.com1