Yeah. I like this song, a lot.  And I wanted to post something.  And I don’t quite have the time to make the post I had in mind initially so…


I wonder why

January 13, 2010

I have no friends here?  I mean, I have quite a few friends, and a couple that are really more like family, and I talk to them on the phone constantly.  As for flesh and blood people right here in this crappy little town?  Heh.  I don’t even know my neighbor’s name.  I’m not sure why either.  I am usually very good about making friends.  Now, I don’t mean those superficial friends, the ones you go to the bar with but know nothing about.  Granted, I’ve got dozens of those, its kind of hard to avoid when you are out and about as much as I used to be.  Maybe thats the change.  I don’t go anywhere.  Ever.  Before my son was born, I never used to be home.  Ever.  To the metal show, from the show to the bar, from the bar to bed, work in the morning, repeat.  Or when I worked a 6 pm to 2 am shift, it would be to the club right after work (I lived in south Florida, any of you in major cities know the clubs don’t close till at least 4). Almost every night. If I wasn’t out partying, I was out exploring.  I’d just get in the car, pick a direction, and turn off on some road I’d never been down before.  Its amazing what you can find when you’re not really looking for anything in particular.

Well, I digress.  Got quite a bit off point there.  I guess the main thing is, I guess I’ve kind of come to realize what kind of person I am more since my son has been born.  Even on nights where I wasn’t out and about, there was a group of friends (These would be the real friends – and I mean group, there were like 12 of us – not the faceless bar drones) usually at my place, sometimes at one of theirs and we would just sit, talk, have a few beers, watch movies, play video games, whatever.  So, how this all fits into me?  I’m not really one of those people thats always running out looking for the new hot thing, but I like being around people and meeting people.  And, usually, drinking while I’m doing it.  I also like having someone to talk to when I just need someone to talk to.  Yes, yes, your spouse/significant other is supposed to be your best friend, but I’m not about to sit down with her over a beer or 12 and have a casual conversation laced with vulgarities and bitter invective.  Those are the kinds of things your friends are for.  Oh I miss them.

So, anyway, I had two points to make, and I just jumped back and forth between them so often that the overall meaning of this is probably lost to all but the most studious of you reading this.  Here’s the thing.  I don’t really care.  Here is what you can take away from this.

I miss my friends.  I love you guys, seriously, all of you.

I miss going out periodically.  Note, periodically.  It would be inconceivable to indulge in excess with a young child that I am playing role model to in the house.  It would be nice to get out every now and then though.

There is not shit to do here.  I hate it.  There is no Culture Room, no Factory.  I don’t think a real metal band has ever even come through here.

I think I mentioned this one already, but, I miss my friends.  I’ll probably be calling one of them and wasting their time when I’m done typing this.

To any who actually comes across this.  Enjoy your time with the people that you genuinely enjoy being around.  You never know what twist of fate will take you away from them or them away from you.  You can always keep in touch, but its not quite the same.

Lastly, I need a vacation from life.

And so…

January 13, 2010

The water is kind of working right now.  The pipe that burst has been taken out of the equation – we don’t have water going to the washer right now – so its been turned back on.  We are still in the process of looking for someplace new cause its only a matter of time before something else happens here.  I hope whatever calamity is yet to occur can wait until we are safely moved out.  I half expect the whole house to collapse.

January 13, 2010

“My hammer will deliver justice to those who oppose my power, my sword will cut through the deepest strength and the strongest will.” (From I, Colossus [Not a proper quote I know, but I don’t care right now])

January 12, 2010

So…spent the night out at the missus’ father’s…I don’t think I can do that too much longer.  The house is newly remodeled…within the last week or two actually, but, ugh.  A tad to messy for me. Hell, I’m afraid to go to the bathroom.  As to why we are there, well, obviously, there’s no water, but, we are also finally abandoning ship.  This house has been one blasted mishap after another.  So. we are staying out at her dad’s since while we try to track down someplace new.  Looks like its back to an apartment…

We’re out.

January 11, 2010

Looks like we’re moving. We’ve had too many damn problems in this house as it is. Just need to find someplace to move to. Looks like its back to an apartment for the time being…

So, last night was probably the warmest night we have had here in weeks.  The temp was up near 30 when I when to bed, about 20 when we woke up this morning.  A pipe exploded.  One of our breakresistant, supposedly can swell to some ridiculously large size to compensate for water freezing inside of it pipe blew up…on the warmest night we’ve had in weeks.  We only figured this out when we went outside and noticed that the yard was unusually wet, and devoid of the majority of the snow that had collected in it.  The city called a few minutes later to let us know they’d shut off our water becuause it was running into the street…

We’ll probably have to pay for all that water too….

Narrative Essay

January 11, 2010

So, I had to do a narrative essay for my composition class.  I must say, this little project just reconfirmed my love for the written word.  Writing and music are two art forms that I just get.  True, a picture can be worth a thousand words, but it is also limiting by the very nature of it being a visual medium.  You can only see what is there.  Words on the other hand, if used properly, guide you to a place and allow your mind to fill in the details.  Ask a thousand different people to read one page and give you their idea of it, and you may very well get a thousand different descriptions.  Therein lies the fun of it.  We all have our daily grinds.  Our work schedule that must be adhered to.  The routine we go through getting the kids ready for the day.  The chores that need to be done.  Or good book, or a well written song gives us something to wrap our minds fully around, and keep us thinking about them long after we’ve closed the book or turned the song off.  Ahh,  In my zest for the topic, I’ve strayed completely off the path I’d intended to go down.  The gist of it is this.  It as just as fun and amazing to create that little world as it is to be a participant in it.


January 11, 2010

So…My significant other and myself are both enrolled in online courses.  Normally, this would not be a big deal, but at the moment, my rig is down for the count.  I need a new hard drive, but I’ve been reluctant to purchase one when I am in need of a completely new desktop, and would rather save ever little scrap I would be spending on a computer to go into that.  Now, problems arise when one of us is diligently doing work (96.9% of the time me) and the other person summarily ursurps the computer complaining about how they have their own school work to do…and then spend the next hour and a half dicking around on fucking myspace.  Its enough to raise one’s blood pressure.  Especially when the assignment you are working on is due later that fucking day.  To further complicate matters, you are also well aware of the fact that the rest of the evening is planned, so there will be no time to do any work until after the little munchkin (can’t forget him) goes to bed for the night.  Now, I’m sure anyone can see how I’d be a little pissed off about that wasted hour and a half sitting there with my thumb up my ass (I was actually reading a book, but, whatever) while you fuck around on a social networking site instead of doing the work you claimed you needed to do.

As a side note, the girl that checked me (took my money idiot) at the movie rental place was gorgeous.  Absolutely smoking.  That just needed to be said.  I probably should have told her.  Women seem to appreciate hearing that periodically from people who aren’t drunk and trying to tear their clothes off.  Heh.


January 7, 2010

I need a vacation from life.  And damn do I feel ill.  hopefully I don’t start vomiting randomly.