About Ping

Biography

I have a wacky imagination that takes me to places I may or may not have not been. Sometimes, those travels evolve into a story or poem. I hope I can offer some words to emote, be they smiles or tears, or something in between.

Name:
G B
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Capricorn
Relationship Status:
In a Relationship
Location:
Interests:
So many things... but mainly cooking, baking, my kids, woodworking, music, any racquet sport, golf, cycling, and watching movies and television.

I recently re-kindled a loving relationship with Vintage Port, but Dark Rum & Coke, Coffee & Grand Marnier, & Piña Colada's are still my close friends

Absolutely NOT IRONING!!! Or dusting. Does anyone really like doing this stuff?
Favorite Books:
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, 1984, Brave New World, Think On These Things, & Our Kind

And EVERYTHING... Calvin & Hobbes, Dilbert, & The Far Side
Favorite Authors:
Hmmm...
Favorite Movies:
So many...

Jaws, American Graffiti, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, War of the Worlds, Tron Legacy, Amelie, Miami Vice, LOTR, New Star Trek, Sicario, Bad Words, Tears of the Sun, anything war related... more to come
Favourite TV Shows:
So many...

Ray Donovan, Transparent, The Affair, Billions, Ballers, Real Time with Bill Maher, This Week with John Oliver, NOVA, The Nature of Things, Better Call Saul, America's Got Talent, Blackish, Game of Thrones...
Favorite Music:
Depeche Mode, Leonard Cohen, U2, Lana Del Rey, Sarah McLachlan, AFI, most heavy metal, anything Baroque, and so many more... except Jazz. I just don't get it. What the heck is a back beat? Can't they play nice with the other musicians?

Amelie, Tron Legacy, & American Graffiti Soundtracks

Statistics

Date Joined:
10 Jan 2017
Last Visit:
18 Nov 2017
Page Viewed:
1,295 times
back to top

Stories Published By Ping All Stories »

A Father's Reflection

Today is my son's 10th birthday. I never thought I would make it, but now, my kids are my life. They keep me from stopping. My own father was murdered when I was five and those 'why' and 'what if' demons never leave. They also remind me of their presence at the most inopportune times. Each birthday that reaches my son, I hope that I have been, and still can be, the father to him that I...

Added 08 Nov 2017 | Category Musings | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 107 | 8 Comments

Seagulls Don't Give A...

As long as no one tried to shoot or eat me, I'd like to be a bird. A seagull, to be exact. Flying around, crapping on cars, telling people to flock off. Maybe even make a few little ones. It's a perfect life. They are also completely disconnected. Some days, I also wonder what being disconnected would be like - no phone, no television or radio or internet, and definitely, no...

Added 16 Sep 2017 | Category Musings | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 230 | 8 Comments

Is That Okay?

No longer dream but silently scream Wake sweaty, sad, and unclean  Did you hear me?   Were you even listening? Kept me at bay so I left you today Impatient, hurt, and astray  Do you miss me?   Are you aware I’m gone? Appears to be true I meant less to you Sinful words, song, and our view  Was it just me?   Am I the fool again? Don’t know why there was no try So I walked away...

Added 01 Sep 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 190 | 7 Comments

My Son, Captain Oblivious

Perplexed, the boy suspiciously leered at the clock. "Dad, what time is your appointment?" He spoke loud enough that everyone in the waiting room, including the stressed, but seemingly apathetic receptionists, and everyone in the adjacent Walmart across the parking lot, heard him. "4:00." Now mortified, I instructed, “Boy, sit down and read your book.” It was 4:10. “I thought so,” he...

Added 12 Aug 2017 | Category Humor | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 209 | 5 Comments

Heart's Wonder

As my time marches on And memories pass in the night My dreams sometimes dare To ponder what’s right Am I destined for sadness And loneliness my fight Or can I battle for love With all of my might Is it greedy or fair To again want delight With desire for you To turn darkness to light I'm at those crossroads again Happy and hurt in plain fright They come with great fear Rejection...

Added 28 Jul 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 126 | 4 Comments

Keep Counting...

Today, while walking my kids to school, I overheard my nine-year-old son ponder aloud to his younger sister, "I wonder if there are any swear words for butt." Never one to ignore a teachable moment, I interjected that he indeed knew at least one. I then told him. Why? Because that's my job. We've been through this before. His expression was priceless! He was in genuine shock. For some...

Added 27 Jun 2017 | Category Musings | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 236 | 9 Comments

And So It Begins...

Good Afternoon, Unfine Sir, This morning, there was an incident where a group of grade one girls were swearing on the hill during recess. Your daughter was involved. She admitted to saying the f*** and sh** words at recess with her friends, but said she did not know what the words meant. After a few more questions, she admitted she knew that they were swearing words. I talked with all...

Added 10 Jun 2017 | Category Humor | Votes 13 | Avg Score 5 | Views 299 | 9 Comments

Grave Language

I recognized that look. That distinctively mischievous grin of a Cheshire Cat. That smirk of having swallowed Granny’s Tweety Bird. That poorly hidden giggle of having released, in the back seat, a silent killer with hopes that blame would befall his sister. The boy was bursting at the seams. He wanted to tell me, but was unsure he should. However, he had to tell someone, and the other...

Added 20 May 2017 | Category Humor | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 252 | 5 Comments

Simple Question, Another Poor Decision Dad Answer

“What’s wrong with her eye?” my daughter asked after noticing the receptionist’s eye patch. Temporarily ignoring her, I continued socializing with the ladies, focusing on the one informing us about her planned travels to Romania and a few neighboring European countries over the summer. “Romania?” The short girl beside me interrupted again. “Like Transylvania, Romania?” “Yes,” I politely,...

Added 17 May 2017 | Category Musings | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 228 | 6 Comments

Lessons Taught, Lessons Learned

As a father, a dad, a guy trying to be a guy’s guy, I am charged with teaching my son the ways of the world, as seen through my eyes, as guys have taught their masculine flesh and blood for millennia. One invaluable taught lesson is being able to write one’s name in the snow, no hands preferably, but improbably, but highly impressive to future bros, especially after a bender. However, at...

Added 07 May 2017 | Category Humor | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 419 | 7 Comments

Stories Coauthored By Ping

What You Don't Know

You may not know    for I won’t tell  just how much  you've cast your spell    Stolen moments  borrowed time  shared jokes  happy lines    Thoughts of you  makes my heart race  awake and alone  I imagine your face    With just your presence  makes me feel anew  for all I want is  a moment with you    Each word you sketch  a perfect reflection  who can blame those  ...

Added 30 Aug 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 397 | 8 Comments

back to top
 


Attach a note to this member, which only you can see.

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this profile page is inappropriate.

Reason