Katie's Keys


Welcome to Katie's Keys! A collection of my ideas and research in multiple areas of interest. each being a key to life. You will find everything from music to travel and fun activities, political science, medicine and serious aspects of today's world, all-in-all just things that I feel need attention. It includes excerpts, quotes, and quips from my favorite TV shows with a wide variety ranging from informative like The Talk, to comedy like Mike and Molly. Just a little meeting place to explore the conglomeration of things that make life complete and how to improve it. Follow oshunbrez on Twitter

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Alex playing piano with his toes!


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My godson, Alex! It’s a bad hair day!


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Amos loves his milk, just not from a bowl!

Amos loves his milk, just not from a bowl!

My Walking Dead look!

My Walking Dead look!

I don’t know how influential Twitter really is. I don’t think any of us are sitting around going, ‘Boy, if we can get people to tweet more, the ratings are going to go up.’ 

Preston Beckman, Fox’s longtime scheduling chief who is now a strategic adviser to the network. He’s one of many senior TV executives who remain dubious—if not disdainful—of  Twitter.

Now, activity on Twitter will influence Nielsen’s TV ratings. Here, an inside look at Twitter’s TV-powered, profitable future.

(via fastcompany)

This is the wrong mindset. It’s not about creating ratings. It’s about surfacing buzz. They now have a way to track buzz that doesn’t involve simply relying on a random sample of people, a way to track a passionate cult and focus energies on that cult. Beckman–who had cancelled at least one Joss Whedon-created show in his day—should know this better than anyone.

(via shortformblog)

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Banksy Transforms a New York Delivery Truck into a Mobile Garden / via The Dusty Rebel and Banksy

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Yeah ... I like to link back to my reviewers →

mikeperaltamusic:

This is just a quick blog to remind all your bloggers out there, that I like to link back to my reviewers.

That means if you write a blog about me or my music, I’ll give you a link back here, and then possibly a shout out on my social networking profiles, which have combined audiences of over 50,000 followers. I don’t care how small your blog is. If you spent the time to write something up, I care enough to give you a quick shout out back.

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Please note that I reserve the right not to do anything if I don’t like your review haha.

Please also note that I always reserve the right to do or not do anything, at any time, for any reason. God damn you.

Extra key phrases: Traffic for my blog, blog traffic, blog links, blog promotion

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This app is awesome!🎼

mikeperaltamusic:

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I’m having a weird night. I haven’t gotten much done, other than fuck around online and learn the “proper” way to play a new cover song. Too bad I already recorded it the improper way haha.

I’ve been kind of bummed out the last couple days. I think it might have something to do with singing and playing a song called “I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Get Over Your” over and over again on my guitar, and then accidentally finding a video online of someone who looked like an ex girlfriend. She was someone who got away. Another one of those times when I got scared and broke up too soon, and by the time I had the guts to admit I was wrong, she had already moved on.

Anyway.

So I’m screwing around wasting time on personality tests tonight, and I come across a question about homeless people. It basically asked if someone would tell a homeless person to get a job. I immediately thought that I could see both sides.

I’ve personally witnessed a homeless man yell at and generally blow up at a nice man, for giving him food instead of money - while the man was holding his 6 year old kid’s hand. I’ve also said no to homeless people asking for money, then lingered just 2 minutes to see them meet up with a buddy to buy booze at a liquor store.

I’ve also met homeless that seemed very sincere.

It brought back a memory I had forgotten. Back when I lived in Riverside, I used to drive by a specific overpass, where one homeless man in particular always hung out. At first I just drove by, ignoring him and hoping not to make eye contact. Eventually I took a risk and asked him if he’d like some food. 

The man happily took the power bar I had planned on eating during work that day. He gave me a smile that made me feel good for a moment. In the months that passed, we developed something that may have resembled a friendship or relationship.

My car usually didn’t stop nearby him, and he stood on a divider in the middle of the street that was both long and wide, so my car was usually going at least 10-15 miles per hour by the time I got to him. For awhile I would scramble for any leftover sandwich halves from breakfast I had laying on my passenger seat, or mealbars I had planned for work. Eventually I started thinking ahead and bringing extras for him.

We often said hello, and he always he always made sure to show his gratitude when I had something for him, with a thanks, or a wave, or by opening and eating the food as fast as he could before I drove away.

Once, when I was into Ensure’s for a few weeks, I gave him an extra one I had. He yelled down the street “Thanks for the Ensure! Its got lots of good calories for me!” and telegraphed a big “down the hatch!” throwback to show me how much he enjoyed having it.

Eventually I moved away from Riverside, back home with my family, but not before I saw him one last time.

It must have been Christmas season, or a month or two after. It was cold; Freezing even. The rain was coming down pretty hard and the wind would push you back and chap your lips at the same time. It was such a miserable day that I didn’t even want to go to work. HA who am I kidding? I never wanted to go to work…

I figured he’d be inside or off somewhere more protected from the weather, but as I drove closer to his little area out in the middle of the street, there he was. Poor guy was wearing a poncho but didn’t have an umbrella, and was soaking wet. He had on blue jeans that were soaked to a darker shade of blue all the way through.

He was also shivering to the bone. So bad that I could visibly see his teeth chattering from at least 50 feet away. His arms were moving, his feet were tapping, and he was clearly suffering. 

I threw a mealbar at him as I drove by. He knew what my car looked like by then, so he scurried down to grab the food in time to jump back up, just to give me a wave of thanks as I drove off.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m slightly psychotic. Things don’t always bother me like I feel they should. But I guess sometimes they do. Other times, I think maybe the memory of my feelings fades faster than other details, so I’m left thinking I was indifferent to some past event. This wasn’t one of those times.

I watched his smiling, shivering face fade out into the distance behind me, through my side view mirror. Smaller and smaller until he was just a dot. It bothered me. I felt weird. Like I should have done more for this man, but didn’t know how.

I felt.. like.. Fear. Fear on his behalf. For his safety. For the meaning of his life. Fear that he wasn’t enjoying his precious years in this world. I thought about it all day and in the weeks that followed. Then for years and years from time to time.

I never saw him again. That was the last time I saw him. Suffering, yet trying so hard to show me his gratefulness. Almost as if he was concerned for MY feelings. Trying his best to show consideration.

I can still see him there that morning, shivering in the rain, and the wind. His grimace overpowering his efforts to smile through chattering teeth.

I wonder where he is and if he is okay.

Kind of makes me tear up just thinking about it now.

Full Post:http://www.MikePeralta.com/blog/entry/view/BR3LPJZM9GVF/BCGDTGQPAOLS/all/Page-1/My-Friend-From-Riverside.html

mikeperaltamusic:

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Image Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Estakada_%C5%81%C3%B3d%C5%BA.jpg
I’m having a weird night. I haven’t gotten much done, other than fuck around online and learn the “proper” way to play a new cover song. Too bad I already recorded it the improper way haha.

I’ve been kind of bummed out the last couple days. I think it might have something to do with singing and playing a song called “I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Get Over Your” over and over again on my guitar, and then accidentally finding a video online of someone who looked like an ex girlfriend. She was someone who got away. Another one of those times when I got scared and broke up too soon, and by the time I had the guts to admit I was wrong, she had already moved on.

Anyway.

So I’m screwing around wasting time on personality tests tonight, and I come across a question about homeless people. It basically asked if someone would tell a homeless person to get a job. I immediately thought that I could see both sides.

I’ve personally witnessed a homeless man yell at and generally blow up at a nice man, for giving him food instead of money - while the man was holding his 6 year old kid’s hand. I’ve also said no to homeless people asking for money, then lingered just 2 minutes to see them meet up with a buddy to buy booze at a liquor store.

I’ve also met homeless that seemed very sincere.

It brought back a memory I had forgotten. Back when I lived in Riverside, I used to drive by a specific overpass, where one homeless man in particular always hung out. At first I just drove by, ignoring him and hoping not to make eye contact. Eventually I took a risk and asked him if he’d like some food.

The man happily took the power bar I had planned on eating during work that day. He gave me a smile that made me feel good for a moment. In the months that passed, we developed something that may have resembled a friendship or relationship.

My car usually didn’t stop nearby him, and he stood on a divider in the middle of the street that was both long and wide, so my car was usually going at least 10-15 miles per hour by the time I got to him. For awhile I would scramble for any leftover sandwich halves from breakfast I had laying on my passenger seat, or mealbars I had planned for work. Eventually I started thinking ahead and bringing extras for him.

We often said hello, and he always he always made sure to show his gratitude when I had something for him, with a thanks, or a wave, or by opening and eating the food as fast as he could before I drove away.

Once, when I was into Ensure’s for a few weeks, I gave him an extra one I had. He yelled down the street “Thanks for the Ensure! Its got lots of good calories for me!” and telegraphed a big “down the hatch!” throwback to show me how much he enjoyed having it.

Eventually I moved away from Riverside, back home with my family, but not before I saw him one last time.

It must have been Christmas season, or a month or two after. It was cold; Freezing even. The rain was coming down pretty hard and the wind would push you back and chap your lips at the same time. It was such a miserable day that I didn’t even want to go to work. HA who am I kidding? I never wanted to go to work…

I figured he’d be inside or off somewhere more protected from the weather, but as I drove closer to his little area out in the middle of the street, there he was. Poor guy was wearing a poncho but didn’t have an umbrella, and was soaking wet. He had on blue jeans that were soaked to a darker shade of blue all the way through.

He was also shivering to the bone. So bad that I could visibly see his teeth chattering from at least 50 feet away. His arms were moving, his feet were tapping, and he was clearly suffering.

I threw a mealbar at him as I drove by. He knew what my car looked like by then, so he scurried down to grab the food in time to jump back up, just to give me a wave of thanks as I drove off.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m slightly psychotic. Things don’t always bother me like I feel they should. But I guess sometimes they do. Other times, I think maybe the memory of my feelings fades faster than other details, so I’m left thinking I was indifferent to some past event. This wasn’t one of those times.

I watched his smiling, shivering face fade out into the distance behind me, through my side view mirror. Smaller and smaller until he was just a dot. It bothered me. I felt weird. Like I should have done more for this man, but didn’t know how.

I felt.. like.. Fear. Fear on his behalf. For his safety. For the meaning of his life. Fear that he wasn’t enjoying his precious years in this world. I thought about it all day and in the weeks that followed. Then for years and years from time to time.

I never saw him again. That was the last time I saw him. Suffering, yet trying so hard to show me his gratefulness. Almost as if he was concerned for MY feelings. Trying his best to show consideration.

I can still see him there that morning, shivering in the rain, and the wind. His grimace overpowering his efforts to smile through chattering teeth.

I wonder where he is and if he is okay.

Kind of makes me tear up just thinking about it now.

Full Post:
http://www.MikePeralta.com/blog/entry/view/BR3LPJZM9GVF/BCGDTGQPAOLS/all/Page-1/My-Friend-From-Riverside.html

oshunbrez said: What is the most important thing you are doing right now in your life to help someone else that is non related, non attached to you, just to be bettering the world and to show that you can "Pay it Forward"? How did you get there and how do you feel about what you are doing inside? Are you doing the best that you can? Does that person know it's you is doing it? What do you hope for the final outcome to be?

I have for the last 6 month or so given a home to a friend of my son’s and her daughter. They are strictly platonic, as a matter of fact that’s how she got here. She was in an abusive relationship and her four year old daughter called 911.
Problem was when the dumb ass police arrived he had set her up by leaving marks on hisself and when she was trying to free HER daughter from the situation she had left a nail mark which made his story easier to believe. She was detained and a neighbor took her little girl. I got the information, bailed her out, picked up her child and some of their personal things and have given them a home until she gets on her feet.

I do feel I’m doing the best I can to help her. I live on disability from the USAF for a job related disability so my income is very limited and I help by watching the little girl while she works. I was a teacher after I got out of the military, even owning and operating a private school for individualized learning. With that background I have the little girl adding, subtracting and multiplying which is quite an accomplishment!

I feel very happy that I can help out in anyway that I can to help this young mother but I have to admit the time is accumulating. By this I simply mean that helping someone doesn’t have an exact date, hour and minute set to it, but months have passed and my son helps me financially which is being past on for their benefit and if they have the money to go shop for clothes and to the amusement park, then maybe some of that money should go toward a deposit on an apartment. After all, that was our end goal and still is mine but sometimes we lend a hand and that person we extend it to gets a little too comfortable and we no longer feel quite as good about what we’re doing as we did in the beginning. The feel good in our heart turns to “what have I done?” or “are they just taking advantage of me?” And the truth is, sometimes, more times than not, the answer is yes! But, that is for each of us to evaluate on our own. The next question would be to ask ourselves do we make a habit of putting ourselves in this situation? But, that’s a whole other subject! LOL!