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If I Were a Rich Man…

I began watching “Touch” Season 1 on Netflix a couple of days ago. A wonderful show about an autistic boy who, with his father’s (Keiffer Sutherland) help, solves a lot of the world’s hurt through seeing patterns of numbers in everything.

The episode (at least, one of the) had a sub-plot about a blogger who went to Paris, hoping to meet a guy after being dumped,and ending up meeting the guy by coming back to the US.  I would say it was a spoiler, but, by now, I begin to expect these things and saw it coming.  However, it was beautifully done and it almost teared me up.  I do tear up, btw, it just takes a bit more.  You know, like watching those 1st auditions on BGT/AGT of the great singers like Grace Vanderwaal (teared up again), but it still affected me.  Then I read a post from athingirl and it is about a girl and a boy finding love and there you have it, I am now lost in a track of thought in which I, though the mysterious twists and turns of an altered reality, find that special someone with whom I “click” wonderfully and, perhaps, forever.

I need to reel it in a bit and realize, even though I truly believe we create our own realities, I may not be prepared to find that special someone just yet.  I may need time or experience or new shoes for her to “see” me or for us to be where we need to be when we need to be.  It could come through one of the dating sites I am on (Since I “came out” about my involvement in BDSM on here several posts ago >here< I have changed my profiles accordingly), through the BDSM website I use, from this block,or simply, just stepping outside to get my mail (why not?).

I know I talk about this quite a bit on here, that matter of finding someone special.  Know it is not constantly on my mind, but doing it, saying it here allows me to speak freely and get some good advice back (so far, no trolls).

So, just letting you in on some of my thoughts.  Thanks for listening and know I am both sane and, basically, unworried as the LoA will win out in the end.

Namaste,

Scott

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Got Talent? They do!

For the most part, BGT and AGT have left us.  I don’t believe either show is on TV anymore, but they wowed us and humbled us for about 10 years.  That’s a long time!

So, rather than just say goodbye, Youtube has given them both a rather permanent place to live.  I love going back and watching my favs.  For your enjoyment, I took a little of the work out of sifting through all the posts on Youtube.  Here are 2 sets, around 10 each, running a total of about 1 hour.  They are among the best and I couldn’t wait to share them with you…

First set of 10 

Second Set of 10 (Golden Buzzer)

Enjoy,

Namaste,

Scott

Britain’s Got Talent on the X-Factor

Caption: Britain’s Got Talent Judges – get source by clicking on photo.

I did not sleep well last night.  That has been the case for the last several night, in fact.  This morning, after about 4 hours of sleep (in which I woke up at least twice), I got up and decided to do my morning routine and sleep later.  As usual, I got sidetracked and started watching YouTube.  X-Factor has always been big on my list as has BGT and AGT.  No, not for Simon, but if I can watch Amanda Holden for an hour, so be it!  Anyway, I ended up watching about 90 minutes of the best, according to someone.  I decided that, rather than spew at you for 1000 words, I would let a picture (well, a lot of pictures moving fast) tell the tale instead.

Sit back and relax…watch for a few minutes or the whole thing.  Let me know what you think.  I loved them all!

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Namaste,

Scott

Impossible Dream

I did post a short poem below, but I could not help but post this clip which has 2 men singing a song that brought tears to my eyes.  I am not certain I have ever heard it sung so well.

Following that with a poem is nearly inadequate, but I will try:

The Filth that was

By Scott L Vannatter

Oct 29, 1985

The last trickle of water swirled

.               down the dusty drain

After the gurgle, I cried,

.               “Why is it always like that – –

.               swirl and trickle until it’s gone?”

Dingy porcelain stared.

.               “Purity…Hah!”

The purest just went down the sewer.

Now the cleaning begins.

Make it sparkle, white, pure

So no one will know the filth that was.*

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*I marked out the last line in the original.

-What do you think?  Leave it in? out? does it matter?

Namaste,

Scott

Perhaps, It’s Just Me

Perhaps, it’s just me, but there are times when I am in such a sentimental mood.  Today is one of those times, and you can either enjoy this post or not, it will all depend on you.

I was browsing YouTube with an idea for a post and simply got lost again (not that I don’t expect it, just thought I would … well, nevermind).  Anyway, as I was listening and watching, I finally decided to give you the task option to watch the clips below after my explanation.  They are well worth the time, but still, if you are not at all sentimental…

I do love the song “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”.  As I looked through YouTube, I realized what an evolution that song has had and what a history it has of helping people.  So, below are four examples of the song.

Number one is the original that everyone knows from “The Wizard of Oz”.

The second one is by a group known as “Celtic Woman” (OMG they are good and beautiful).

Then comes IZ singing the, now, famous new version.  His death bothered me as I didn’t really hear him until after he was gone.  I might’ve gone to Hawaii just to hear his voice live.

The final one is about 9 minutes.  There is a shorter version, but this one explained well what poor Connie was up against that day.

I think you will like them all.  Please let me know whether this was okay or if I should scrap these type of ideas.  I post for me, but you might as well enjoy them too.

Judy Garland

Celtic Woman

IZ

Connie Talbot

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Namaste,

Scott

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