Downtime

Ugh! Technology can be a bitch. Yesterday I realized my Norton antivirus wasn't running properly, so naturally I tried troubleshooting and totally messed my computer up. I tried reinstalling my copy of windows 7 ultimate (bootlegged, don't judge me) and for the first time ever it failed me. Apparently, Sony doesn't give you software to factory restore a computer, you have to create the disc yourself, which I didn't know until after I had problems installing windows because, only then, did I read the instructions for a computer I bought 3 months ago. Thank god I have a penis, otherwise I wouldn't be on this little "technological adventure".

     So now I wait, all I need is a copy of the correct version of windows and hopefully, I will be up and running again a.s.a.p. hopefully, I don't have to buy what I need to repair everything from the great and powerful Sony. Until it's fixed, it's a 5 pound paperweight.

     If only Casper_Wilkes were here, I could probably get it fixed, lickidy split. Lickidy, apparently, is not a real word, and sadly, the only word he will read is lick.. hahaha

     Blogs will be shorter as I'm writing them on my phone, yay o_O. The process is entirely too long, but, to make sure my blogs get out there, I will soldier on. But, for now I'm through, so, thank you for once again muddling through the thoughts that I throw out on this glorious thing I call a blog, hopefully in the very near future, I will be starting a very lengthy project right here on blogger.com, and hopefully, everyone will enjoy it, until then, this has been YOUR view from the sun, and I have been your fantastic host, Eros.

Ugh! I'm a little late... That's what she said.

     LLLLLLLLadies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, D-generation neXt proudly brings to you, bloggy goodness, right here at View from the Sun. Yup, I'm trying out new things, new intros, new everything. Life certainly throws curve balls, some of them staring right at you from the mirror every day.

     Now, I'm late with my blog, I promised it on Wednesday, and here it is, 4:30 a.m. Saturday morning, yup, I plan on being late to my own funeral. Hell, I WAS late to my first wedding, and if I ever get married again, I'm gonna do my best to be on time. Okay, well, technically I said "Later" and this is later, but I digress.

     Before I truly begin, I have to thank Casper_Wilkes who is kinda promoting me on his own blog over at http://demotivated.blogspot.com/ he's a good friend, and he's very insightful, intelligent and entertaining so check him out, or I should say, check out his blog. Also, he has a demotivational humor site as well, that can be found at:http://dmotivated.com/.

     I'm a big boy. Well that's what I tell myself anyway, so, in some terms, it's really time to grow up and fix some things, change situations. I recently went to the hospital, nothing life threatening, I went straight up to the third floor, dialysis unit, to weigh myself and what I saw was appalling, terrible. I thought, over the years since I had last weighed myself, that maybe, juuuuuust maybe I had lost some weight. NOPE! I gained, about 15 pounds over a two year period. Now, 15lbs, not really that much, however it put me in an elite "class" of people, for the first time in my life, I weighed over 500lbs.

     Heavier than a professional wrestler known as The Big Show. Not as heavy as Viscera, or Haystacks Calhoun, certainly I'm not the heaviest person in the world, but still to see that number, 505pounds, was disheartening. I felt so dejected, disappointed, but also, it was like an injection straight to the heart. Something finally clicked in my head that said, "you gonna die fatty, it's time to change, for real, not temporary, fleeting, but life long, change for the better.

     I know that in order for things to change on a permanent basis, I have to be psychologically fit to become physically fit. Mental prowess is one of the deciding factors in change, I can stand here(or sit here typing) all day and say change this, change that, and nothing will truly change, you know, like Obama, yup, I went there.

     The thing that separates me from Obama, is that I don't surround myself with "yes men". My people are real, they will tell me the truth, whether I want to hear it or not, and that right there, is what will lead to my success. I'm not infallible, I will falter, I will slip, to pretend otherwise is a joke and it's an insult to being real. I will however, get back up, and I will succeed because I have good people in my corner, helping me, because (as far as I know) they don't want my untimely demise due to a seemingly overwhelming adversary.

     With that in mind, there are a few things that I'm implementing in the very very near future. A plethora of options that I'm weighing, and not a "diet" but a systematic food choice change. I appreciate any and all feedback, tips, what helped you, things I might not know about, but the biggest help of all is encouragement, and solidarity as I take the white house in November... What? we weren't announcing candidacy for the office of POTUS?  Damn it!

     I hope you enjoyed reading, I know this wasn't necessarily a "fun" blog, but I think it was somewhat entertaining. I hope I entertained you enough with the real events of my life that you come back next time when this Degenerate brings you, View from the sun. Goodnight everybody, and as always if you're not down with that, I've got two words for ya......

Oh, and one final thing, don't like me on Facebook but do follow me on Twitter @eroshelios

A Wrestling Prayer

Our saviour who art in Conneticut, Triple H be thy name, The King of Kings. Thy will be done in the ring, as it was in the attitude era. give us this day some fantastic wrestling and forgive those who job as we forgive horrible angles from the past. Lead us not into "entertainment" but deliver us from mediocrity. for thine is the wwf the power and the ratings, In HBK's name I pray...... Suck it!!!!

Not bank notes, music notes

     Welcome back to the view from the sun, where the only thing hotter are celeb nipple slips. I am as you know, the one and only (thank God) Eros Helios, bringing you, as usual a bunch of stuff you definitely might need to know.

     Just a quick f.y.i. kinda thing: when I post using the mobile app, the blogs are shorter because it deceives me, making it seem longer than it actually is. Kinda like when a guy shaves his pubes and his dick looks bigger, it's just an illusion sad to say.

     So here I am, once again at Walmart. Okay, so I'm in the parking lot because on my way here, I was listening to some tunage and thought, "oh, that might make a decent blog topic" so, here we are.

     I love my family, I really do, but, I think that their music preferences have stunted me musically. See, when I was growing up, the only music my parents listened to was country music. I happen to love a good country song....if I feel the need to want to shoot myself.  Too dramatic? Okay. I really do enjoy country music, it invokes many feelings and makes me miss the age of mullets and the line dancing craze. My issue isn't exactly with country music, but I think my parents could have been a tad more eclectic.

     I'm not saying all music is good, or bad for that matter, in fact I am glad that I missed the beginning of scream-o rock because, I don't believe my throat and vocal cords could take the abuse, but some of the punk rock, grunge, alternative, and classic rock genres would have been great.

     I was in my mid twenties when I was finally exposed to the full catalogs of AC/DC and KISS, I had heard KISS before, but never even knew who they were. I had never heard much Zeppelin until then either. Pink Floyd was another cd in the store, along with many others.

     The first time I had heard anything by The Beatles, I was reading sheet music for chorus. Masters of the #1 hits and I was amused and taken aback by their chillung Eleanor Rigby who died alone or the whimsical Yellow Submarine.

     I have since tried to listen to as much new music as possible, and as much classic music as well. All while having an open mind because, once you are conditioned a certain way, it's very difficult to recondition yourself.

     I urge everyone to give some new music a listen, even if it's old, your brain will thank you, and in the end, maybe it's music that brings nations together, stops wars and hatred. Thus is a crazy train we're riding, and I refuse to be just another brick in the wall, so whether I'm on a highway to hell or climbing a stairway to heaven, I'm going to do all that I can do to live the way I want to live and let the music continue to inspire me.

     As always, I wish you a sunny day, maybe I should change my name seeing as how I'm such a night owl. Something with lunar references maybe...Nah, I like my names and whatnot. This is most likely going to have a part 2 because there is so much music that I didn't get in here. Until then, I bid you farewell.

Looking up

     Looking all around, I only see darkness. I look at things in my life and all I see is change. Wishing I could go back to unlearn what I know and learn what I should.
    
     I can remember your voice as though we spoke yesterday, I remember your arms wrapping me up in a hug only a grandma could give. I never told you that that was what I looked forward to the most, not saying goodbye but, getting my hugs and kisses from you.
    
     How could I get myself so off track, lost my plans, lost my map. I shouldn't be this way, cynical and filled with disregard for others, you both taught me better.
    
     How to find my way? I look all around and all I see is darkness and evil. In a pit of despair is where I feel I am, clawing and digging my way out. I feel the chains pulling me back, unable to break my bonds, keeping me here, unable to feel the sun spreading its warmth throughout my body.
    
     I scream, echoes reverberate in this hole, almost mockingly, bringing my pleas for help back to my own ears. Laughter fills the air, I'm surprises to realize that it's coming from my mouth. Have I gone insane? The darkness once again swallows me.
    
     A shining light draws my attention upwards, why didn't I see it before? I've wanted so long to be released from this hole, and yet I always failed to simply look.....up....
    
     You've been with me always, never telling, only guiding. Whispering to me in the wind, telling me that my time would come, I'd figure it all out in time, my time. Faith isn't faith because you have proof, faith is believing when proof is non-existent.
    
     My beliefs can never be the same as yours were, but they can be similar. Thank you, for sending those whispers, unrelenting just telling me to keep looking up....

Readership

I was recently watching a video about people almost turning 40, and how now the mid life crisis involves quitting ones job and starting a blog. Now, I don't want to sound conceited but, I have a ton of decent to good and even some great ideas in my brain area, the toughest part is being able to actually write the ideas down in a way that can capture the attention of a reader.

     If I start out with something so outrageous but can't follow up, I'm going to have the reader give up as soon as they realize, " hey, this guy sucks" but if I can keep the entertained, not only will they read the blog/column/whatever you wanna call it, but they will continue to read what you write.

     It all really comes down to entertainment. Will I be the next Perez Hilton? No. For a plethora of reasons, I won't, but I will be the one and only, Eros Helios, and this has been your view from the Sun