It is time to return to our realization roots here on the realization blog. With that intent I have discovered that 1 Sultv has her very own web page dedicated to her musings and realizations. The two entries about X marking the spot are worth searching for. For your convenience some of her poetry is included here:

I am on cloud 9 with you
That is why I had to write this
Noone knows only us
But as you know we are what we are
quiet as kept you are always there
I laugh because they just don't know how we really are
I keep it sweet and on the hushhhhhhh.

Mustache

If you are ever involved with the Boy Scouts of America and find yourself in need of a Christmas activity, I have the perfect thing for you. It is called Tampon Angel and this page has all the information you need to create your own Tampon Angels with the 8 year old cub scouts during the Holiday Season. This page was linked to from a page with all kinds of useful and appropriate activities for boys of any age. Don't forget to print out the Menopause Angel poem to go along with your Tampon Angel. "Look what I made at scouts today, mom!"

At 2:16 (-1:20) in this video you will see some extraordinary tongue action by the singer of this band. He realizes how to impress the ladies.

The 80's were chock full of realization. If you thought rap was not cool, you never saw this:

Realize the sexuality involved.

Welcome to this video:

Some people don't realize. They think I'm kidding when I say they must realize. They think, "Oh, Paul's just talking about a vague thing that might not need realizing. Maybe it's another one of his empty threats and nothing will happen if I don't realize". They don't realize how wrong they are. Dead wrong.

If you think I'm not talking about you, I probably am. That's right. You.

Think that not realizing won't hurt you? That's "stinkin' thinkin'" as they say. I don't know how to make you realize how much you need to realize. The only way I can think of is to use the word "Oh" in front of each part of the sentence as a sort of exaggerated puncuation for emphasis. Like this:

Oh You. Oh mussem. Oh realizem. Ohyoumussemrealizem. It's as simple as that. I present that to you with arms open, backing away, brow furrowed, shaking my head.

Someday, will you defend yourself saying "I had to focus on other things" or "I didn't realize the importance". I'll be there. You'll look at me for support, and I'll just give you a look like "sorry, man". I warned you. I've been telling you from Day One. It won't even be funny, just sad.

Realize.

If you've seen the large signs on the Neways building in Springville, you've known for some time that Here comes the king. As if that were not explanation enough, here is a video which will clear up any uncertainties you may find lingering.



Points of realization:
1) The guy's face at 1:06
2) The length of this presentation. After the first 30 seconds there is no new content.
3) Here comes the king.

Oh yeah, Joel? Well try this on for size....


REALIZE TO SEE

Enough Killing
Realize
See
You might just take my life

Realize
Give it up
See
That you need to

Realize
Killing is too true
See
One life taken is already one too many

Realize
You need to protect Life
See this
And Speak

Behest the ones who kill
Beseech them not to murder

The murdered are Beseeching you from the grave

To Realize
To See

Do you Realize?
Do you See?

The Truth

I am now open to all comments on how awesome this poem is.

Because poetry means so much to me I have decided to share a poem with you all about realization and it's profound influence in my life. I wrote this so please do not make fun of it. It has deep meaning to me.

Realize
The shadowy silken throng embraces my nuptials
Real eyes
Bleakest moment turns to fate
Ree Lies
Whither I whether or weather I wither
realize

hi joel

Do you realize?

2002 Herrey Reunion!! Do you realize?! Old men in golden shoes. Their dance moves are still smokin' hot! And the audience seems to be appropriately enthused for such a performance.

Here is an old-time favorite picture of ours. This is my friend Jann that I used to work with many years ago. She is a dear, sweet person that sent me holiday cards for years. She finally stopped - I guess I haven't been too reciprocal in the keeping-in-touch category. Anyway, this is their Christmas card from about 1997, and we kept it around because we enjoy her husband's mustachioed pencil-neckedness. I know....with me as a friend, who needs enemies, but we mock it with the love.

A That-Guy Christmas

And Paul's realizing...

I cut this picture out of the Sunday coupons and posted it on our fridge, where it reminded us daily that anything's possible. Even peeing your pants whilst hula hooping. We realized that Paul needed to recreate this picture and what a lovely thing it turned out to be. Please inspect carefully.

I just realized something. Joel needs to update his blog.