Valentine's Day – A New Beginning

Well, it's been two years since my last Valentine's Day rant and it's time to do it again. But first, let's recap.

Valentine's Day, 1969 – the day I was ... conceived. Yes, believe it or not, there is a high probability I was conceived on that very holiday back in nineteen hundred and mutual oral sex. This would probably explain my - curiosity over the day..

When I was wee lad in elementary school back in the old country, we exchanged valentines with our classmates every February 14th. This was at a time when you only gave valentines to people you liked. This meant, I didn't receive any. This was before the "give everyone in class a valentine" rule was in place to insure no one felt left out. I didn't care for Valentine's Day.

Serious? Funny? Whatever!

It has taken me quite a few years to figure myself out. And while I won't know everything about me until I finish my biography (and NO ONE wants to read that), I have uncovered clues to my worldly troubles.

I live on the double edge sword of being serious and funny.

There are some people who think I'm serious when I'm being funny. They don't get the joke; they don't understand the punchline; they don't get my humor. Their lack of understanding makes them believe I am serious and not joking. They take offense when they should be laughing. To these people I am an ass.

There are others who cannot take me seriously because I am funny. These people have seen me be serious, but no matter how hard they look, their short sightedness only see me as funny. To these people, I am a clown.

Then there is yet another group that continually flip flop. They fall under both categories and pick and choose at the worst possible times. When I speak to these people, I flip a coin – heads they will think I'm serious – tails, I'm funny. But I'm only allowed to flip the coin AFTER I speak. To these people, I'm an ass clown.

This explains most of my problems in life so far. It explains why I am where am I at right now. It explains why ... well, let's just say I understand.

So when I write, or speak, it all comes out the same. Am I serious? Am I funny? Fuck it, you'll never understand. To you, I'm just whatever.

Leave Me Alone (but Don't Go Away)

I'm really sick and tired (and tired always follows sick) of "friends" giving me positive reinforcement to try to help me out of my soul crushing depression. So just to let everyone know and to set the facts straight:

Things are NEVER going to be all right.
Nothing will make me feel better.
Time will not heal all wounds.
I will not find happiness again.
I will not "hang in there".

And I will never, ever, as God as my witness, find someone else one day. I don't want to find anyone else. I never want to find someone else. I can't even imagine any circumstance in which emotional or physical contact with another human being would be good.

I've had a few friends who have said these things, but have prefaced it with, "I know you think I'm full of shit, but," or, "I know you don't believe me, but." These friends have been through this before and they understand. But I still don't believe any of them. They are full of shit.

Just leave me alone (but don't go away)

Life Interrupted

It wasn't that long ago when my life was going so well. I looked forward to each day. I looked even further into the future and was excited to see it unfold. I was comfortable with my place in the universe. I felt complete. I was ready to grow old (well, older).

But not anymore. My life has been shattered. I am in pieces.

I dread tomorrow, as well as the rest of this day. Each moment is filled with doubt, loneliness, and emotional pain. I fear my future, because it is now uncertain. I can no longer find my place in the universe. I'm terrified to grow old. I struggle to find a reason to keep going. I question what I have done with my life so far and question even more why I should continue.

I'm being devoured by the world around me.

But every one in while, even when I feel I can bear no more, there is a spark. A small jolt where I forget about my life, forget about the universe, forget about everything. And for that split second of time, only now exists with no thoughts of anything else, not even a thought of now.

I laugh, I cry, I sit and stare - but it is certain, my life has been interrupted.

Work, Work, Work

Sorry I haven't been around to post anything lately. Seems my day job has forced me to cancel my life in so many ways, giving up the things that kept me somewhat sane. I'm trying to get it all back, but it's a battle. That's all I have time for. Unless you have the bullets I need.

Good Luck Britney

Hat's off to Craig Ferguson, host of TV's "Late Late Show", for taking a stance and not making fun of a celebrity when clearly she was in trouble.

Britney Spears, I wish you the best of luck and hope you find some peace. Look to your real friends for help, and don't give up.

I've been in your position before, we all have at one time - but for us, it's not broadcast on TV.

Good luck Britney, give me call sometime, we can talk.

2006 - WTF?

As usual, there is no one willing to kiss me as we change to the new year, and as usual, RegisJack.com presents its 2006 year in review.

This year, Regis Jack ceased to be an individual and became the Regis Jack Experience – a non holy trinity that more accurately depicts the bizarre nature of my type of entertainment. It also allows each of them to express their views of 2006, in their own words.

Shane (the father)

• My world became Black, but not as in darkness, as in martial arts.

• My world became Gray, but not as in marital arts, as in my emotional state.

• Realized my place in the world (as insignificant as it is)

• I will use 2007 to keep myself in line and away from the rest of the trinity.

Jackson (the son)

• Attended Dragon*Con for the first time (and not the last time) where I whored myself, met some new friends, helped some friends (one of which I helped carry out of the bar), saw a few breasts (ok, it wasn't just a few) and even talked with a few “stars”.

• 2006 was a big year for my involvement in Heart of An Empire, where I worked as the spiritual adviser to the films director at Dragon*Con, and also got to work on the set during filming (a couple of times).

• Completed my Storm Trooper armor - with the extensive help of Matt – and became TK-2063 of the 501^st (I found it ironic to use a significant year in Star Trek lore to represent myself in the Star Wars universe).

• Also created “Renaissance Trooper” and did an appearance at the Renaissance Festival in Concord, NC.

• I will use 2007 to Troop, attend conventions and be the media whore I was born to be. Oh yes and to finish another book this year.

Regis (the holy spirit)

• I ranted at length about my pain, my vision, my dog (of which I never had one), and even manged to sneak in a little poetry.

• Saw Britney Spears upskirt photos. Those images will be burned in brain forever.

• I look forward to 2007 and whatever pussy it may bring.

Ok, there you have it. 2006 in the eyes of the members of the trinity. As for me (I am the Regis Jack Experience itself), I can't wait to see what comes up next.