SyFy Remakes?

The Sy Fi channel has been somewhat OK at remaking older TV shows and movies. Dune and Battlestar Galactica have been great but a few other remakes have been ugly to say the least. So here is my top 10 list of old shows that the SyFy channel should consider remaking into TV shows or movies.

1.      The Phoenix

2.      Logan’s Run

3.      ALF

4.      Buck Rogers

5.      Quantum Leap

6.      MacGyver

7.       Tales of the Gold Monkey

8.      Airwolf

9.      Greatest American Hero

10.  Space: 1999 

Top 10 TV Shows

It might not be much of a Top Ten list but this is the top ten shows I always make a point to watch whenever I do watch TV.

1. NCIS

2. Doctor Who

3. Top Gear

4. Generator Rex

5. Modern Marvels

6. The Smoking Gun Presents: World's Dumbest

7. Futurama

8. Eureka

9. Ben 10 Ultimate Alien

10. How It’s Made / How Do They Do It?

Zero Point (part 2)

In regards to my resent post about my very first friend I ever had led me to a lot of soul searching and basically going to zero point. Its a little exercise I do whenever I feel like I’m stressing out. Basically I just mentally remove every little thing about me and everything around me until I get to the core of who I am. Then, just like building a Lego set, I put everything back into the order it needs to be in. Or another way is I just defragment my head until everything is back in its place.

The bottom line is that a huge barrier I am going through in dealing with my first friend is nearly over. It took a while and a lot of listening to the CD ‘Are You Fried Chickenz’ by Gackt . Hey I relax better listening to Rock music. Soft relaxing music puts me to sleep leaving me no time to think things through to whereas Gackt’s music keeps me awake and thinking clearly. But after several hours I came to an obvious conclusion.

I had a dear friend who never really knew that she was my first true friend. We had a great time together that ended when I got stupid and ruined it. I put hate into her and caused her to make major changes in her life. I ran away trying to forget everything but ended up burying all this unresolved pressures. She’s happily married for over 16 years now to where as I’ve been married for 15 years. She’s OK; the stress is of my own doing. And as the final conclusion presented itself was like cold water splashed in my face. ‘Just get over it.’

I love the life I have now and don’t plan on damaging it. The life I live is of my own making. No matter what life throws at me it is how I respond to it that made me; well me. A long time ago I ran away from taking responsibility of my actions and allowed a small ticking time bomb to slowly grow as it waited for an opportune time to explode and to force me to make stupid decisions. But instead I had grown up.  To be a mature person taking responsibility is tough when the kid inside wants to hide but no matter what tests might be thrown at me, it is not that important to destroy the life I have created with the family I have been blessed.

In all; I wish Jeanette the best for her. If she still holds a grudge against me then so be it for I deserved it. But I do not plan on going to her home and drag her through a mind field of pass memories and regret just to win her forgiveness. Nor do I plan to wallow in misery and sorrow and stalk her like some crazed psychopath. Like ships that sail through the night, in this case one’s life, she may have forgotten all about me. I’m willing to live with that. 

The past is doomed to repeat itself (part 1)

The past is doomed to repeat itself. I learned that a few days ago and I still feel like I’m stuck in the afterthought of a lost and forgotten time. Mind you I never forgotten them but kept them nice and safe so as to relieve the current stress of life with a joy of the past. I had to work in Louisburg, NC over the weekend where I met an old friend I use to work with at Winn Dixie back in the late 1980’s. We talked a great deal of all the people we worked with. About where they are now and how they got there. We caught up on each other’s lives and joked around like the past was the present.

Afterwards I felt all weird inside as many of those thoughts flooded back to the point that I felt like I was drowning to the deepest part of the ocean. And the only image I had was a young woman who is two years younger than me. Her name is Jeanette and she was the first woman I fell head over heels for. Her dimple smile, her tomboyish attitude loaded with a good dose of femininity. I could go on but truth to be told; she was the first girl I ever had a crush on. All through my school life I was never really attracted to any of the girls in my school. I did have a crush on Brooke Shields and Irene Cara but in my real life Jeanette was the first girl I really liked.

To be honest, I was 21, still a virgin and proud of it. Seeing that most of the people around me were making a lot of mistakes in relation to drugs, alcohol and sex I was glad in being me. After all the majority of my graduation class found themselves dead while a great deal others became parents before their 20’s while a few others stayed in their alcoholic/drug world. Many of us did go on to better things in life. Many others in my senior graduation class at school stayed the straight and narrow as other strayed from the path so to speak. I got through it by staying at the bottom of the social ladder. I’ll write more about that later on. But I survived it.

Jeanette and I over time started to spend time together. Depending on our work schedule it was mainly lunch or dinner. We talked and got to know each other more and more and a friendship was there. But it was only to be just that. She had a thing about dating people she worked with but if it meant that our friendship couldn’t go any further was OK so long as we were at least friends. Plus I didn’t know any dating techniques or try anything romantic on her but she did know I liked her a lot. I got a chance to spend time at her home meeting her sister and her son as well as the parents. Life was going great until I made a costly mistake.

One evening her sister and I were driving to Zebulon and as our conversation progressed I let slip a secret about Jeanette. The moment I said it I felt really sick inside me to the point I actually started having a cold sweat. The rest of the evening went OK but I felt dead. And sure enough the next day Jeanette let me have it. I didn’t get angry or defensive. I just kept quiet and as she spoke. From then on she hated me with every fiber of her being. She never smiled while I was near and seeing as we worked at the same store she eventually transferred to another store. Everyone kept asking what happened but I never told them. Never spoke about her again and tried to move on with my life.

Eventually I transferred to another store and eventually I did find a girlfriend but that didn’t last long. She was still in love with an old boyfriend that abused her. The next girlfriend was mental. Literally, the woman love to play mind games and kept testing and attacking me on trivial matters. Nothing like keeping a constant memory of Jeanette in my thoughts as I was going into train wreak relations one after the other. It got to the point that I left the state all together and moved far away. Even visiting other countries and just forgetting everything about myself and where I came from. It worked. All my past memories were locked away. They just became reference thoughts without the connections. But that personnel victory was soon to come to an end.

I was matched up with a Okinawan woman and our relationship was moving along pretty good. As we talked and got to know each other we found out that we had a great deal in common. She was perfect for me in ways I didn’t think of. She actually got me to improve myself without pushing or nagging. The real joy came when she became pregnant but that led to many unforeseen problems. My wife was having major back problems and she went through a depression after our son was born. Her mother came and stayed with us for a month to help her through this period but we had to make a decision. One I didn’t like to make.

My wife was having a difficult time while pregnant and handling being a mother. Her family lives in Okinawa and mine lives in North Carolina. A coin toss after days of figuring many options to solve our problems ended with the three of us leaving a lot of our stuff behind as we left California in a rented cargo van heading for North Carolina where my family would help her get through her physical and mental ordeal. I didn’t want to come back but I did it anyway for her and our son.

Eventually a got a job which led to a much better job which led me to Louisburg in a chance meeting with an old friend I long forgot about that opened up a floodgate of memories I tried so hard to forget. In all, I am coming to the end of my struggles and soon my self made crisis will be partly over due to another idiotic thing I did. I went and googled her name and within a few minutes I found her myspace account and sent an email. Can I make an ass of myself or what? But no reply and from the looks of her myspace account she hasn’t been there in a very long time. In time maybe she’ll find it and wonder who I am or she will be filled with rage and hate all over again. But never the less, she was my first true friend I ever had in my whole life. I can’t change the past but at least I can work on not messing up my future like I did to Jeanette.

Goes without saying

Pest Control

One of the joys of having cats is that they will always be on guard for anything that will try to enter our home. Panda, one of our cats, caught a mole and proceeded to spend the whole day playing with his new chew toy.

Treasure Hunting

After a long period of constant working, I was able to spend more time with my family. So after many hours of playing on the trampoline, I suggested a less exhausting way to play. Little did I know it was going to cause more work for me later on. Behind our house were only a few trees and a tobacco barn. But over the years the trees covered the landscape into a small forest and the tobacco barn has collapsed into a pancake size nursery of small tree poking through what’s left of the roof structure with old farm equipment sprinkled about the area.

As we journeyed through the woods while dodging briers and fallen trees we discovered a graveyard of empty glass bottles. Many were is great condition but a few had the labels pretty much worn away over years of being exposed to the elements. A few of them were of the old Pepsi and Coke glass bottles the still had some of the original soda still inside. Which has led to more work for me during the winter season?

At the advice of my wife, who wants me to clear out a few areas where the boys can move around the woods without hurting themselves. I nearly laughed in her face. Mainly because I grew up in this area and I along with every other kid have explored these woods without having our parents clear out safety paths, cut all the grass and chased out every small animal and bugs from the area. But being the loving husband and guiding father I promised I’ll do it. Keep the wife happy means less arguments and more brownie points for me. I can’t wait to show them the snake filled lake further inside the forest.

Treasure Story

It’s not a job but an adventure. But a job never-the-less considering I had no other choice. After prodding and threats, I was reduced to cleaning out my son’s room from top to bottom. Four hours and three 55 gallon trash bags later I was finally finished. I found half eaten foods, clothes still in the shopping bag with tags still attached to them, toys they haven’t played with in years. All this and more, just lying in wait from the first bed I worked on.

I would have finished sooner but also in this collective jungle of ancient artifacts and discarded kid meal containers was a vast collection of drawing and other creations they made from school. Whether to keep them or not was an easy decision but it took quite a while to get over the many memories of seeing their childhood history spread out all over their room. A junk filled room to others but a storehouse of treasures to those who can see.

Mikie Hara 原 幹恵

On one of my You Tube accounts I started making slide shows of a few Japanese Idols. Mikie is one of those Idols. But the site was closed by You Tube due to copyright issues. She is famous for staring in the live action TV show called Cutey Honey The Live.

Here are new links to more of Mikie Hara. 1st 2nd 3rd


Name: Mikie Hara, Japanese name: はら みきえ, 原幹恵 Birthdate: July 3, 1987 Birthplace: Niigata, Japan Blood type: O Height: 163cm Sizes: 94cm, 61cm, 88cm