And oh my damn what a spectacular day that it was. For one it was the day that I solidified my already man crush on one Ben Affleck and for two is there any better way to spend a Saturday than with one of your best buds watching kick ass movies. There is really no other reason to write this post than to remember that magical day and to say happy birthday to a friend and that I'm thinking about you buddy. And here are the movies in order that we watched them GONE BABY GONE thanks Mr. Affleck, then we split up for one movie because he had already seen the one that I was going to and I had not yet seen the original of the sequel he was going to watch so.. WE OWN THE NIGHT-me thank you Phoenix/Mendes sex scene in the beginning of the movie, and ELIZABETH: THE GOLDEN AGE-coop. Then I believed we grabbed a bite and headed to another theater were we watched back to back INTO THE WILD and finished off the night with a little ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD. Now if anyone out there has seen a four pack of movies better than that one in a day, I would love to hear about it. Anyway, that just one of my favorite Cooper memories and if you're reading this I invite you to give yours.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Happy B-Day Cooper
Today is one of my best friends birthdays, and in honor of his birthday I figured I would write a little something that makes me think of him and one of the best days I've ever had. A day that I can only really describe as "movie masturbation" . It was quite a few years ago now, and to be honest with you I don't even know if I could pull this off again. But me and my dear friend Cooper Hagedorn went out to the theaters and watched 4 movies in one day.
And oh my damn what a spectacular day that it was. For one it was the day that I solidified my already man crush on one Ben Affleck and for two is there any better way to spend a Saturday than with one of your best buds watching kick ass movies. There is really no other reason to write this post than to remember that magical day and to say happy birthday to a friend and that I'm thinking about you buddy. And here are the movies in order that we watched them GONE BABY GONE thanks Mr. Affleck, then we split up for one movie because he had already seen the one that I was going to and I had not yet seen the original of the sequel he was going to watch so.. WE OWN THE NIGHT-me thank you Phoenix/Mendes sex scene in the beginning of the movie, and ELIZABETH: THE GOLDEN AGE-coop. Then I believed we grabbed a bite and headed to another theater were we watched back to back INTO THE WILD and finished off the night with a little ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD. Now if anyone out there has seen a four pack of movies better than that one in a day, I would love to hear about it. Anyway, that just one of my favorite Cooper memories and if you're reading this I invite you to give yours.
check it out!!
Damn Good!
Clive Owen!!
rather than fame, than fortune, than money, than love.... Just give me truth.
Brad Pitt in this movie holy shit
And oh my damn what a spectacular day that it was. For one it was the day that I solidified my already man crush on one Ben Affleck and for two is there any better way to spend a Saturday than with one of your best buds watching kick ass movies. There is really no other reason to write this post than to remember that magical day and to say happy birthday to a friend and that I'm thinking about you buddy. And here are the movies in order that we watched them GONE BABY GONE thanks Mr. Affleck, then we split up for one movie because he had already seen the one that I was going to and I had not yet seen the original of the sequel he was going to watch so.. WE OWN THE NIGHT-me thank you Phoenix/Mendes sex scene in the beginning of the movie, and ELIZABETH: THE GOLDEN AGE-coop. Then I believed we grabbed a bite and headed to another theater were we watched back to back INTO THE WILD and finished off the night with a little ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD. Now if anyone out there has seen a four pack of movies better than that one in a day, I would love to hear about it. Anyway, that just one of my favorite Cooper memories and if you're reading this I invite you to give yours.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
I got Boyz in the Hood again!!!!!!
I would have to say that all of you are very lucky, because I almost never post this close together. But with what just transpired with me yesterday I fee that it is my duty to let everyone know about it.
Now for as long as I can really remember in my life I've been my dad's bitch. And I say that as pretty much a totally good thing. And for the past lets say 10 years or so it has been a running joke between me and my friends that my relationship with my father closely resembles that of Laurence Fishburne and Cuba Gooding Jr. from Boyz in the Hood.
Now this legend was created a long time about when I was in high school. There were often times when my friends were going to the lake or going to hang out somewhere and it would be a Saturday or during the summer and a lot of times I would get shot down by my dad. He would say things like, "You ain't going to the mall til you rake them leaves." or "You got some mowing and edging to do before you go to the lake." So a lot of my time was spent pissed off not hanging out with my friends but doing projects around the house with my dad.
Now the legend was cemented when I was at OU living with my roommate one mister Cooper Hagedorn(The Machine himself). So my dad comes down I guess when I first really moved in and was getting settled in and he took me to buy a few groceries and the legend has it that when we got back and were unloading everything Cooper and Cory were hanging out and Cooper made a bit of a joke thanking my dad for all the food he got for him to eat, or something along those lines, and my dad just looked up at them both and gave them a single HA. I wasn't there at the time, but it doesn't surprise me, and so it really became a joke with all of them that I was in fact my dad's bitch.
Now fast forward to now, where I am 28 years old with my very own life but of course it's never too late for my dad to Boyz in the Hood me. Yesterday I was suppose to get into a little bit of an afternoon drinking session with a good friend of mine, one Cody Jack Merrell, when my dad called and told me to come over because he needed help with a falling beam at his house. It was only suppose to be an hour job, but like so many times before which I guess I had forgotten, no job is just and hour job when you're with Chris Ponder.
The first two hours of the job were spent driving back and forth to the store getting things that he had forgotten or new supplies that he needed, because we had made things worse than they were when we started. Like I posted yesterday "Classic Chris making things worse before they get better."
So of course the afternoon drinking with my friend is pretty much going right out the window not to mention this is the last free day of my vacation and I'm spending it doing manual labor. I'm so pissed, and I feel like a little high schooler again out mowing the lawn while my friends are at the lake.
As the job moves into hour 4 my dad tells me that I can go ahead and go, but of course I say no, because for all the bitching that I'm doing he is still my dad, and for some reason I will never leave until the job gets done.(really a testament of how he raised me.) And in hour 4 as we finally start to make progress and we are actually putting the beam back up I am reminded of the end of all those times that my dad forced me to do something with him instead of going out and hanging out with my friends. And that feeling of accomplishment when you do something yourself and you finish a project and you can say to yourself, you know what I did that. I mowed and raked up this yard and it looks good, or I painted the outside of this house and it looks great, or I changed the starter in my car and now it runs because of me.
It just almost never fails when it comes to my dad, but some how he always when I least expect it Boyz in the Hood my ass, and it always seems to work out for the better. It's ridiculous but in some sick and twisted way I have come to enjoy these things. I love my dad, and I love that fact that I have one more Boyz in the Hood story to tell all of my friends.
If you haven't seen it, well you should!!!!!
Now for as long as I can really remember in my life I've been my dad's bitch. And I say that as pretty much a totally good thing. And for the past lets say 10 years or so it has been a running joke between me and my friends that my relationship with my father closely resembles that of Laurence Fishburne and Cuba Gooding Jr. from Boyz in the Hood.
Now this legend was created a long time about when I was in high school. There were often times when my friends were going to the lake or going to hang out somewhere and it would be a Saturday or during the summer and a lot of times I would get shot down by my dad. He would say things like, "You ain't going to the mall til you rake them leaves." or "You got some mowing and edging to do before you go to the lake." So a lot of my time was spent pissed off not hanging out with my friends but doing projects around the house with my dad.
Now the legend was cemented when I was at OU living with my roommate one mister Cooper Hagedorn(The Machine himself). So my dad comes down I guess when I first really moved in and was getting settled in and he took me to buy a few groceries and the legend has it that when we got back and were unloading everything Cooper and Cory were hanging out and Cooper made a bit of a joke thanking my dad for all the food he got for him to eat, or something along those lines, and my dad just looked up at them both and gave them a single HA. I wasn't there at the time, but it doesn't surprise me, and so it really became a joke with all of them that I was in fact my dad's bitch.
Now fast forward to now, where I am 28 years old with my very own life but of course it's never too late for my dad to Boyz in the Hood me. Yesterday I was suppose to get into a little bit of an afternoon drinking session with a good friend of mine, one Cody Jack Merrell, when my dad called and told me to come over because he needed help with a falling beam at his house. It was only suppose to be an hour job, but like so many times before which I guess I had forgotten, no job is just and hour job when you're with Chris Ponder.
The first two hours of the job were spent driving back and forth to the store getting things that he had forgotten or new supplies that he needed, because we had made things worse than they were when we started. Like I posted yesterday "Classic Chris making things worse before they get better."
So of course the afternoon drinking with my friend is pretty much going right out the window not to mention this is the last free day of my vacation and I'm spending it doing manual labor. I'm so pissed, and I feel like a little high schooler again out mowing the lawn while my friends are at the lake.
As the job moves into hour 4 my dad tells me that I can go ahead and go, but of course I say no, because for all the bitching that I'm doing he is still my dad, and for some reason I will never leave until the job gets done.(really a testament of how he raised me.) And in hour 4 as we finally start to make progress and we are actually putting the beam back up I am reminded of the end of all those times that my dad forced me to do something with him instead of going out and hanging out with my friends. And that feeling of accomplishment when you do something yourself and you finish a project and you can say to yourself, you know what I did that. I mowed and raked up this yard and it looks good, or I painted the outside of this house and it looks great, or I changed the starter in my car and now it runs because of me.
It just almost never fails when it comes to my dad, but some how he always when I least expect it Boyz in the Hood my ass, and it always seems to work out for the better. It's ridiculous but in some sick and twisted way I have come to enjoy these things. I love my dad, and I love that fact that I have one more Boyz in the Hood story to tell all of my friends.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
The GUTTY Life of Brandon Ponder
I'd like to start this whole thing off by saying you are welcome to anyone who reads this whole bit. I should probably also say that I'm sorry because when I get going I seem to be a little long winded. but that's just me so deal with it.
This whole ordeal started around the time of the Super Bowl, which I don't want to get too much into for personal reasons, and anybody who really knows me knows exactly what I'm talking about. But back to the reason I'm writing this in the first place. So during halftime everyone was given a little treat. They all go to hear and interview from "The Bod". I know you don't know who that is but long story short it was a persona I had for myself in my early 20's. A completely ridiculous character with a great bod(in actuality mediocre at best) and he went around slaying chicks with big tits as he would say.
I should say that "The Bod" was not a sexist at all, in reality he celebrated women and their beauty, no matter how he sounded. He was a visionary if I do say so myself. Well as you could imagine everyone enjoyed the interviews a great deal, and that really got me thinking, the world needs "The Bod". So I decided to go on a quest right then and there to reinvent "The Bod" and bring him back to glory.
Some of you might be laughing right about now, but believe you me this is no joke. So basically for the past couple of weeks I have been getting back into a workout routine after a very long sabbatical. And let me just say for the record it has been some kind of terrible. The pains the I had wished to forget all about, the dreadful feeling of morning weights, the running, goddamn the running. It's all back and what a joy that has been.
Now this is a part of a whole overall plan, but that's not really important right now. What's important is me tell you all a little story about last night when I went to workout. So I go to the gym at about 930 last night to get my workout on, get my Bod on if you will. Now let me just say for the record it was miserable, but that's okay, that's what it's suppose to be. For those of you that are there just having fun with it Fuck You, because that's not what it is for me. It's just me kicking my own ass for an hour and a half and then afterwards wanting a piece of cake, but whatever.
So I'm on the "shredmill" my own personal nickname for it and I'm running. Running where might you ask, well I'm running no where because I'm on a damn treadmill. Now about halfway into my 30 minute run I realize jus how much I hate running. Well that's not true,a but 45 seconds into my 30 minute run I realized just how much I hate running. (and now a quick moment where I talk shit to all those out there that enjoy running.) So I hate running so much, always have by the way, that I want to say to all those out there that actually like it, that actually enjoy running Fuck You. No seriously all of you Eat Shit, because I think you are absolutely crazy. And not in a good way, not in a I think that chick is crazy so she'll probably bang the shit out of you. I'm talking the weird guy that cuts out pictures of cars from magazines and glues them to construction paper and jerks off to them crazy.
And then there are those ass hole that actually want to go out there and run a marathon, certifiable. Even though legend has it that Pheidippides after running the distance from Marathon to Athens(or the 26 miles) to announce victory over the Persians he dropped dead. So yeah of course that is defiantly something that I want to do right away. But even more important that than I'll just listen to the words of one Kenny Powers. "I play real sports, I'm not try to be the best at exercise."
I really don't know why I went on that tangent I just really wanted everyone out there to know just how much I hate running. So I run and I blast my ass with a pretty great workout if I do say so myself and after it's done I go over and do some hardcore abs. Because over the past few years as I have been cultivating mass, "The Bod's" ab situation has gotten away from him. So I'm really locking in a good ab workout and by the time I am done I am just spent, so I walk over get a drink, get my stuff and head out to my car.
At this point in the story let me stop for a second and say that it is about 11:00 at night and Oklahoma has had some pretty bad weather the last couple of days so it's freezing outside. So jump into my car and start her up only to get the beginning of what happened to be a 20 minute cramp session that had me on the cold ground at 11:00 at night flopping around trying to make it go away. That's right ladies and sirs, I am so GUTTY right not that this ab workout that I just went through put my body in such shock that couldn't even get I'm my car and drive home. And let me just say that it was freezing cold outside as I lay on the ground thinking about some of my most humiliating points in my life.
And every time I thought that it was all over I would get up, get back in my car and the cramp session would start all over again. I finally got in my car and laid the seat back all the way while I fought through the cramp and tried to figure out if I could drive home. I thought maybe I could drive completely laided back to the backseat with a partial cramp going on.
Finally the cramp went away and I was able to make it home. So that's my long story of basically how GUTTY I am and how bring "The Bod" back I feel in the very near future is going to kill me. I hope you all enjoyed it, I'm sure there will be more to come. Night.
This whole ordeal started around the time of the Super Bowl, which I don't want to get too much into for personal reasons, and anybody who really knows me knows exactly what I'm talking about. But back to the reason I'm writing this in the first place. So during halftime everyone was given a little treat. They all go to hear and interview from "The Bod". I know you don't know who that is but long story short it was a persona I had for myself in my early 20's. A completely ridiculous character with a great bod(in actuality mediocre at best) and he went around slaying chicks with big tits as he would say.
I should say that "The Bod" was not a sexist at all, in reality he celebrated women and their beauty, no matter how he sounded. He was a visionary if I do say so myself. Well as you could imagine everyone enjoyed the interviews a great deal, and that really got me thinking, the world needs "The Bod". So I decided to go on a quest right then and there to reinvent "The Bod" and bring him back to glory.
Some of you might be laughing right about now, but believe you me this is no joke. So basically for the past couple of weeks I have been getting back into a workout routine after a very long sabbatical. And let me just say for the record it has been some kind of terrible. The pains the I had wished to forget all about, the dreadful feeling of morning weights, the running, goddamn the running. It's all back and what a joy that has been.
Now this is a part of a whole overall plan, but that's not really important right now. What's important is me tell you all a little story about last night when I went to workout. So I go to the gym at about 930 last night to get my workout on, get my Bod on if you will. Now let me just say for the record it was miserable, but that's okay, that's what it's suppose to be. For those of you that are there just having fun with it Fuck You, because that's not what it is for me. It's just me kicking my own ass for an hour and a half and then afterwards wanting a piece of cake, but whatever.
So I'm on the "shredmill" my own personal nickname for it and I'm running. Running where might you ask, well I'm running no where because I'm on a damn treadmill. Now about halfway into my 30 minute run I realize jus how much I hate running. Well that's not true,a but 45 seconds into my 30 minute run I realized just how much I hate running. (and now a quick moment where I talk shit to all those out there that enjoy running.) So I hate running so much, always have by the way, that I want to say to all those out there that actually like it, that actually enjoy running Fuck You. No seriously all of you Eat Shit, because I think you are absolutely crazy. And not in a good way, not in a I think that chick is crazy so she'll probably bang the shit out of you. I'm talking the weird guy that cuts out pictures of cars from magazines and glues them to construction paper and jerks off to them crazy.
And then there are those ass hole that actually want to go out there and run a marathon, certifiable. Even though legend has it that Pheidippides after running the distance from Marathon to Athens(or the 26 miles) to announce victory over the Persians he dropped dead. So yeah of course that is defiantly something that I want to do right away. But even more important that than I'll just listen to the words of one Kenny Powers. "I play real sports, I'm not try to be the best at exercise."
I really don't know why I went on that tangent I just really wanted everyone out there to know just how much I hate running. So I run and I blast my ass with a pretty great workout if I do say so myself and after it's done I go over and do some hardcore abs. Because over the past few years as I have been cultivating mass, "The Bod's" ab situation has gotten away from him. So I'm really locking in a good ab workout and by the time I am done I am just spent, so I walk over get a drink, get my stuff and head out to my car.
At this point in the story let me stop for a second and say that it is about 11:00 at night and Oklahoma has had some pretty bad weather the last couple of days so it's freezing outside. So jump into my car and start her up only to get the beginning of what happened to be a 20 minute cramp session that had me on the cold ground at 11:00 at night flopping around trying to make it go away. That's right ladies and sirs, I am so GUTTY right not that this ab workout that I just went through put my body in such shock that couldn't even get I'm my car and drive home. And let me just say that it was freezing cold outside as I lay on the ground thinking about some of my most humiliating points in my life.
And every time I thought that it was all over I would get up, get back in my car and the cramp session would start all over again. I finally got in my car and laid the seat back all the way while I fought through the cramp and tried to figure out if I could drive home. I thought maybe I could drive completely laided back to the backseat with a partial cramp going on.
Finally the cramp went away and I was able to make it home. So that's my long story of basically how GUTTY I am and how bring "The Bod" back I feel in the very near future is going to kill me. I hope you all enjoyed it, I'm sure there will be more to come. Night.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
BE BOLD
There's always this really weird feeling I seem to get when I've not written anything in a while. I mean I've been jotting down things here and there in my journal, but not really putting the pen to pad like I'm suppose to, like I planned to. There's this great quote from a movie that I really like, I can't really think of the movie right now (that's just how much I really like it) But the quote really sums up the way I've been behaving lately. One of the characters in the movie says that they should go talk to somebody or do whatever it is that they are going to do some other time or some other day. And the other character just simply says "Someday, ain't never today." Or something to that nature and a lot of times when I'm procrastinating that is exactly what I think of.
Don't really know where I was going with that, but back to this. So this weekend was just a tragic weekend for me. My Niners get beat in the Super Bowl which just crushes me by the way, and you know I really couldn't even express just how much it crushed me, because I was with my friends and I didn't want to completely freak them out by completely freaking out, so you are all welcome. And then you had the fact that one of my best friends is skipping town so I can't let the Super Bowl effect me that much because this was much more of a crushing blow, and man I happy as hell for him, because I feel that he is on the road to realizing a dream of his that we all joked about years ago. I think he is on his way to taking the sea, I really do so I'm happy about that. But all I can really think about is how much I'm going to miss my friend. But I will say this, I'm quite proud of myself because I didn't even cry, and anyone that knows me, knows I'm a bit of a crier. So I guess good for me.
Now during the Super Bowl there was an event that happened that really got me thinking. Cory read some interviews that me and him would do in class the first year we got to OU. Back when I took on this persona of "The Bod" and the interviews were called "The Bod Chronicles". Now I wish I was making this up but I'm not, we really were characters. But sitting around hearing what 19 or 20 Brandon had to say for himself made me realize some things about myself. 1) I was kind of out of hand back then, but more importantly 2) I was so very bold. For any of you that are reading this that were actually there when it was being read aloud let me just say, I'm sorry and you're welcome. Of course a lot of the things that I said were very ridiculous and lets just say not very PC, but really and truly for those that really know me, know that's just me. That is very much my brand of humor, I like to say uncomfortable things and see people squirm after I say them. and of course I go too far sometimes but really who doesn't.
The thing that really gets me about the whole thing though is that I just sit back and look at myself now I and think what happen to this bold guy you once were? What happened to the guy that loved his friends, loved his family, and didn't give a shit what people thought about him. That wasn't afraid to make a complete ass out of himself just to get a laugh from his friends. I mean I'm still that guy, but now I am a little more afraid to go after that laugh. I think what I'm trying to say here is no more of that. I think I got turned a little sideways about who I am. Kind of doubted myself. I think I fell in love and then decided that I need to put myself in this box that could fit into any situation, but that's not the guy I was meant to be, so that's not the guy I will be going forward. Going forward and going to write and do the things that I am passionate about, and I'm not going to give a shit what anybody thinks about it. Because here is the thing, I am a WRITER, it's just that simple, and I will be great and this world will be great because I am in it. "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." -Samuel Beckett
Oh and I want to let everyone know that in honor of a special little lady that will be here very soon, I will be adding little exerts of a story that I'll be working on. THE ADVENTURES OF DARREL, HARELD, and LITTLE CAROL MERRELL
I saw this movie, and I knew, I'd always be in love with writing.
Don't really know where I was going with that, but back to this. So this weekend was just a tragic weekend for me. My Niners get beat in the Super Bowl which just crushes me by the way, and you know I really couldn't even express just how much it crushed me, because I was with my friends and I didn't want to completely freak them out by completely freaking out, so you are all welcome. And then you had the fact that one of my best friends is skipping town so I can't let the Super Bowl effect me that much because this was much more of a crushing blow, and man I happy as hell for him, because I feel that he is on the road to realizing a dream of his that we all joked about years ago. I think he is on his way to taking the sea, I really do so I'm happy about that. But all I can really think about is how much I'm going to miss my friend. But I will say this, I'm quite proud of myself because I didn't even cry, and anyone that knows me, knows I'm a bit of a crier. So I guess good for me.
Now during the Super Bowl there was an event that happened that really got me thinking. Cory read some interviews that me and him would do in class the first year we got to OU. Back when I took on this persona of "The Bod" and the interviews were called "The Bod Chronicles". Now I wish I was making this up but I'm not, we really were characters. But sitting around hearing what 19 or 20 Brandon had to say for himself made me realize some things about myself. 1) I was kind of out of hand back then, but more importantly 2) I was so very bold. For any of you that are reading this that were actually there when it was being read aloud let me just say, I'm sorry and you're welcome. Of course a lot of the things that I said were very ridiculous and lets just say not very PC, but really and truly for those that really know me, know that's just me. That is very much my brand of humor, I like to say uncomfortable things and see people squirm after I say them. and of course I go too far sometimes but really who doesn't.
The thing that really gets me about the whole thing though is that I just sit back and look at myself now I and think what happen to this bold guy you once were? What happened to the guy that loved his friends, loved his family, and didn't give a shit what people thought about him. That wasn't afraid to make a complete ass out of himself just to get a laugh from his friends. I mean I'm still that guy, but now I am a little more afraid to go after that laugh. I think what I'm trying to say here is no more of that. I think I got turned a little sideways about who I am. Kind of doubted myself. I think I fell in love and then decided that I need to put myself in this box that could fit into any situation, but that's not the guy I was meant to be, so that's not the guy I will be going forward. Going forward and going to write and do the things that I am passionate about, and I'm not going to give a shit what anybody thinks about it. Because here is the thing, I am a WRITER, it's just that simple, and I will be great and this world will be great because I am in it. "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." -Samuel Beckett
Oh and I want to let everyone know that in honor of a special little lady that will be here very soon, I will be adding little exerts of a story that I'll be working on. THE ADVENTURES OF DARREL, HARELD, and LITTLE CAROL MERRELL
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