Your Wrestler Name Is...

Captain Zeus the Zookeeper

1> Most things repeditive drive me crazy. It's probably why I have a difficult time playing music. Part of the process requires practicing the same rudiments over and over again. Something I hate to do.

2> Phony smiles are a BIG turn-off for me. I'd rather see a frown than a phony smile.

3> My absolute FAVORITE cartoon character is Donald Duck. (We share similar character traits.)

4> If I had to make a choice between playing an elaborate prank on someone or eating a dinner of steak and lobster I'd choose the prank.

5> I love cold cereal but not if it's crunchy. I pour it in a bowl with lots of milk and leave it until it turns to mush. Only then is it fit to eat.

6> I know the magic that happens when destiny and chemistry converge. (I also know it's a rare occurrence.)

7> Sometimes I think so much my hair hurts. (I hate it when that happens.)

     There you have it my Streamer friends, another peek into Captain Morgan's convoluted mind.

    Ever wonder what happens when the magician loses the magic? Ever wonder if there's an environment devoid of magic, something similar to weightlessness? Just like gravity, magic does exist. And just like gravity, magic can sometimes cease to exist.
    Magic follows an ebb and a flow; a cosmic jet stream carrying destiny on the winds of time. There are those who chart and study and dissect the movement of magic through the infinity of time, space and substance. Those of us that choose to follow that celestial trail of universal mystery run the risk of becoming lost in a swirling mass, a black hole in the middle of the mind.     What at first appears to be an implosion of substance and sight and sound is simply a special kind of awakening. What at first seems to be a frightening vortex of abject sadness, stormy seas of thought and a sense of navigation hoplessly lost is, after all, a magical kind of worm hole.
    A place through which we all pass at profound moments in time. A place where transitions of majestic proportion are indeed possible. It is that moment in time, that prophetic intersection of time and distance and velocity of thought which reminds me: Magic lost will always be . . . magic found.
    Celebrate your awakening. Celebrate another day of living. Celebrate the magic of a new morning sunrise. Touch the face of those you love and celebrate magic lost . . . .and magic found.

Your Dosha is Kapha

Calm and grounded, you are not prone to mood swings or anger. However, once you do get angry, it takes a lot to cool you down. You tend to think a little slower than most people, but your logic is astounding. Overall, you very loyal and trustworthy. You're not scared of being who you really are. With friends: You enjoy their company, but often listen more than talk In love: You crave connection and affection. It's hard for you to be single. To achieve more balance: Exercise vigorously (especially in the sun) and let go of attachments.

    Sometimes when I come off my shift at the foundry, I just like to slide on into my old chair in the wheelhouse, kick up the blues tunes a notch or two and let myself drift on out to sea. And sometimes when the weight of the night settles heavy on me I feel like I'm drowning on dry land.
    It's then that I light a smoke, take a sip of black tea from my poor man's think tank, unleash my mind and let another day of living come pouring on out. Some of it I save and post to my blog. A lot of it I just scan and delete. Tonight is different. I decided to post some of the odd knowledge that's stowed in that special place somewhere behind my eyes. I spent time reading a friend's post tonight and it brought back a flood of memories, some that made me smile and some that made me sad. (The true measure of a good post for sure.)
    Seems like I've spent a lifetime trying to understand the timing of events that occur in my life. When I was young I wanted it all to happen faster. I was impatient and not one to spend much time contemplating the ramifications of my actions. I had the boogie-woogie and I had it bad. I was born to boogie, or so I thought.
    Then I began to appreciate the value of slow tunes. I began to undertand the downside of fast fever. I decided to live life on cruise control. It worked for awhile. But there was no balance. The timing was all wrong. I felt like I was drowning on dry land.
    Somewhere along the line the magic came full circle. Life is a circle. My life has surely been one. But as I've made the journey around the world I inhabit, the magic became my flotation device, my compass and my sextant.
    It is this magical world I came to the Stream to share with friends I've not yet met. A world of late night voyages on seas of imagination, laughter and wondrous dreams of flying machines and mazes. A world where nightmares dissolve slowly into a magnificent new sunrise, where the cold rains of despair soak into the earth and give birth to hopes and aspirations. A world where destiny and chemistry intersect. A world where the animal inside is unleashed, free to run and touch and taste and see and hear the sight and sound and texture of love in it's purest form. A world of erotic love stories, recollections of wacky, wondrous moments shared with friends I may never see again.
    In my magical world I feel the hand of my soulmate holding mine. It is then I know I will never again feel like I am....drowning on dry land.