a single tear for mankind

It happens. What shit? Yeh that too. (c) Forrest Gump

Wasn't that a great movie. A simple man in a complicated world somes it all up.
Shit happens.

That's how I feel about recent events in the world: the tsunami, Katrina, and any other freak accident you hear on the news. It happens all the time all over the world and most of the time goes unnoticed. For instance when Haiti was flooded with mud and thousands died. Where was the "George Bush doesn't like black people" folks or the constant images of dying poor people in the news? No where to be found. It happened didn't it. Another natural disaster in this crumbling world. But no one showed any care.

Which leads me to think does anyone really care? If it isn't effecting you directly do you care? Maybe you talk about it during your lunch break and say poor people, but are you still going to buy a new outfit to go out that night for drinks? (Your answer here); (let me help you YES). No one really cares, so either put everything that happens on the news or stop the shananagans. I know what your saying, "Greg, you can't fit every natural disaster on the news, what about the local news?"

Well dang it, there's a weather channel, why can't there be a natural disaster channel? All natural disasters all the time with telethons, celebrities, and the Red Cross (aka lets put all your money in a box and throw it down a whole). Because if we really cared about the world we should know what's happening everywhere. Also if there is a storm coming wouldn't you want to be able to know what's going on at all times. The news covers it for two minutes, but with natural disasters you get 24 hour coverage. You know what, this sounds like a good idea.

There will be no more further discussion due to legal issues.
Natural Disaster Channel (c) copyright 2005 by Greg Milard.

But back to the real problem: we all need to stop faking the single tear for mankind and just admit that we are only trying to keep this world from falling apart for as long as we're alive and maybe the next generation of kids, who are going to end up leaving this world of smog and waste to live on some other planet three rocks from the sun.

Where's captain planet when you need him. "Looting and palooting is not the way. Hear what captian planet has to say, "The power is yours."

while you were sleep (re-occuring dream)

We're in the water at the this point with our boat sinking and exploding a mile away from us. My sidekick on this mission spots a man standing on top of a mountain of an island. As we get closer we realize the mountain is a cardboard structure hanging over the water by a gold pole and the is no longer a man but an ancient Egyptian solider with full wardrobe and a spear. We call out to the soldier but no answer. We have to mount the structure for I am losing the strength to swim. My sidekick throws a rope over. The soldier does not move. We climb aboard. As soon as we reach the golden the soldier calls out into the sky repeatly, "They want to enter. They want to enter."

Seconds later the structure repells upward. While ascending I realized the sky is nothing but painted blocks of stone, "I've been here before," I thought, "We're going to crash right into the ceiling and be transported too..."

I wake up in a bed that's not mine, in a home I don't recognize, but I've been here before. I walk through the halls and I remember someone is home, a girl, sitting on her computer will greet me with amazement. I walk by several rooms but I don't see her. I walk back again and there she is, "Auntie? Oh my God. You're awake? Everyone will be so happy."

Her face has lost color. My eyes have gone bad. All I can see is white and gray. This time I want to ask this girl what's happened to me instead of walking by and not saying anything, "How long was I asleep for?"

"You were in a comma for years. Nobody knew what was wrong with you, so we left you in your bed to sleep."

She looks precious. Just like she did when she was a baby. I remember the day they brought her home. I hold her hand gently trying to admire her French tipped fingernails but I can't make out the color. Everything is a shade of white, "I can't see. I've gone color blind."

"Have you been outside?"

"No."

"It will probably take some time for your eyes to adjust. You've been asleep for a long time."

"But why . . ."

I can't feel the pain

Its the last week of school of my first quarter and I'm writing in my blog. I should be chest deep in work. I should have so much work that I accidentally glue my fingers together. But hey, I know how to plan. Yes I still have work to do, but I'm taking the rest of the night off. I have worked hard the last couple days and I still have Sunday to finish, so why not break from the redundant monkey business.

I worry though. I worry I'm not doing enough, that I'm missing something, that I'm going to go to class on Monday and say to myself, "See Greg, you wasted all that time and forgot to do that. You're such a loser. Shut up! No you shut up! You shut up! Hey check out that girl in the third row. She is banging (c)Michael Jackson."

I digress.

I think I have myself covered on the work part and I'm not worried about what the teachers think about me, because they love me. I'm being modest, I know. Nah but for real the infamous Sylvia is even saying I'm doing good work. I wouldn't imagine her saying that to every student. And it wasn't during a time I went to talk to her about my work. She just happened to see me and told me I was doing a good job. I was ecstatic inside and doing my happy dance (the same dance I perform after cooking something that taste good).

So I think now of the rest of the first quarter students who will complain on Monday about how they stayed up all night doing work and they are ready to crash and burn. All I will be able to think about is the dream I'll have the night before about the girl in the third row.

Maybe I am made for this. If so, call Italy and tell they to ready the marble bath tub, chill the champagne bottles, hold auditions for sexy video models, call up Diddy and tell him his invited to the biggest champagne bubble bath party of the year. Toast.

cooking with grease

If some of ya'll don't know. I just moved down to Atlanta to continue school for advertising. Right now I'm living by myself in a condo that I bought with my parents. Its nice. Two floors, carpeted, 2.5 baths, my own little carport. I'm living in comfort (I just need to step my furniture game up).

Everything is going great but you have to wonder, "Greg, you're miles away from your home, your family, especially your mother. How are you doing living by yourself?"

I learned to cook with grease.

If any of you all knew me, you knew I couldn't cook to save my life. Not true. I make the best ramen noodles, my eggs are pretty good, and I always bring the juice (literally to every party). But my friends I have learned the power of grease especially used grease. You know that grease the was used to fry some chicken in that you use again to fry anything else so you get that little bit of chicken taste (next time you think, hmm tastes like chicken, think about it).

Grease is my new friend people and with it I've learned to cook delicious meals that one day a special lady will appreciate. But until then call me Chef Boyeau G.

So explains the title of this blogger. I will like to look back on this time period one day and think cooking with grease changed my life.

arrest the reader...

"I'm a creative so let me create."

Whatever you read on this blog may or may not be true. I'll try to let you know when I'm making stories and when it actually happens. The reason for this is that I'm currently at school at the Creative Circus for art direction, but I realized the other day that I need to work on my copywriting skills. I know I can write a bit. Examples: I was elected to speak for my graduating class in elementary school, I impressed my sophomore year high school teacher with a free thinking essay that he didn't know was written by me, I wrote poetry at sometime in my life, and I'm literate human being (this isn't that hard).

Eventually, I'll have great stories to tell that'll make you laugh but until then "keep the faith"(c) Michael Jackson.