Verbatim...

Wow, 2+am is not the time to be updating this thing...! Off work @ 1 and downing g.t.'s & beer so that tomorrow will come sooner/later all at once. Woops, out of beer...so I was prodded to writing by looking @ Marcus' blog, a familiar condition. His link to my blog (this one) reminded me that I never write on here. I guess living the chaos is enough, I don't have the energy to describe it to anyone outside the minute circle of friends I talk to on a regular basis. Sure it'd be entertaining, and sure it'd be good to exercise those mental muscles and type up a report every now and then. Blah. I'm a lazy bastard. Details of the past few months, in no particular order: Fredde is back among the living! Joe (little) & I went to Clear Creek Distillery & met the other (3rd) Joe who toured and sampeled our brains out. Two bottles is a nasty minimum for the nectar of Mcarthys Single Malt. Big Joe is officallly M.L. ?. Those who know, know. He's family, offical. I've got the photos. Living Sacrifice is back togther! Werd! The dart board in the garage resulted in the first anual "fight club night". No, Cheryl wasn't home, and she was glad to have missed it. I've got photos of this too. Missed the (free) My Chemical Romance show, slept in and had to go to work. Crazy work schedule (as always). Determined to go back to school in the fall term, summer is for traveling (Ireland & Sweeden, here we come!). Some good video-game nights with Joe(s). Cheryl loves her Mac. Her jewelry business is going strong and expanding. The blazers go 41-41. Good. Man, there's so many little things to tell here I could go on for hours and hours...but instead I'm going to go pass out so I can head to work around noon. Jury duty sucked (again), I still don't know who hit my car, Roger Clyne is less than a week away, Neka escaped the safeway hell, my new video card RAWKS, hackintosh FTW(!) and that's all I got....latte....

It's not wednesday...

I always end up writing on Wednesdays...no particular reason why, it just works out that way. I haven't written anything online in a bit, so I figured I'd throw out a bit of fluff to make today move a bit quicker. We finished Christmas shopping a long time ago, just an item or two was left by the beginning of December. Cheryl got her bike, I got my shotgun, Christmas is over for us. At least in a commercial regard. We still will see people and all that hoo-hah. Marianne and Andrew (& fam) are moving back to Oregon (finally) so that'll make for a good gift. They're actually due in today. It'll be nice to have them closer. Bunch of idiots (myself included) talking about going to the Christmas day blazer game. I've been backing the blazers solid since they started dumping the assholes with attitudes. I've always, ALWAYS backed Travis Outlaw. ALWAYS! Ask anyone, I've been behind that guy forever. It's good to see him getting it done. Cheryl's new job went haywire after a couple weeks, the union called a strike (rightfully) and everything is uncertain right now. At least the strike is over and the sides settled. We've started going to a Friday night group in Vancouver that Dr. Robinson is teaching. Actually, we're going again, we used to attend years ago when it was in Clackamas. It's been good to meet new couples and re-awaken parts of our minds that were dormant and under used. I drank a really decent home-brew from a guy I know from work. A smoked porter, aged in a bourbon barrel. I wish I could give a better tasting impression, but I was tired, it was tasty and it was 1 am. My powers of recollection only go so far. As you can tell I have nothing specific to write here, just ramblings which I transcribe as they are remembered. I'm sure it tends to be a boring read, but c'mon...who's really reading this anyway? Fredde, if you're reading this, I emailed you to no reply...get at me. Finally saw Harry Potter 5 (thanks for the motivation Rachel...) and that's about it for recent movies. We're all about the cheap theaters. Spent a day last week ripping up subfloor in a house in Chehalis that was flood damaged. Nasty, backbreaking work. It didn't help that the majority of guys there were ten years younger than me. I felt old and out of shape. For a couple days. Eh, gotta get back on the health wagon.
i guess that'll do for now...nothing really striking me as worthy of another fifteen minutes of writting. Oh yeah, play Puzzle Quest. Awesome game. Also, listen to Raising Sand by Allison Krauss and Robert Plant. It's mandatory. Alright, later...

Sobriety...

It seems that writing while under the influence can be both fun and educational. I tend to be both honest and obtuse at the same time. Take my last post for example...It was 3am, I'd been at the Brass all night, Matt had just become a father (woohoo!), Iz had just lost his job to nefarious evildoers (hence the bar and beer) and I had just found out about Dougal getting laid out by the junkies with the bat. Now it would probably have been easier to just say those things and be done, but I wanted vengeance that night (!!!). Blood and bone to repay the harm done to mine. And, I'd been drinking. So we end up with a post about life in a hippy-dippy nonsense kinda way. I posture and act tough and say how I'm gonna do this and these other guys are gonna do that. And maybe we will. But now, looking back a bit, I'm much more excited about this picture of Dougal I took a week later. He still has his hospital bracelet on. We're all in a good place here. That's what I'd really like to be posting. I just need to stay sober to do so...

Older than skool...

You think things are going just peachy, then...wham! Mothers are comin at you strong like! Boys are down with no jobs, boys be having baby daughters, boys be in the hospital with double broken jaws...shit's crazy. I'm my own self, nutz and shiz, lovin life and reppin my boys. Gotta be down, things gonna get worked out, people gotta be set straight. Junkies gonna get popped, jaws on the mend. Gettin up on the burn. Black IPA's. Southern thugs set it straight. Life is like this picture: I may not be all pervy, but things look as they do. Give peace a lick. Or be down to roll fools. Friends make shit better when it gets real.

Burp...(!)

So, I finally discovered Twitter, which allows me to post as I've always wanted to...often and in small unimportant amounts...160 character maximum...all you get is a little taste of the moment...
you can't erase a post, you don't need to stress over grammar or punctuation...especially not spelling...it's immediate, it's quick and dirty...I love it...If I don't post proper on here, it'll show up any way as a twitter...Werdskivich!

Lichtenstein! (no, not really)

Its afternoon I'm still on my first cup of coffee and I'm rockin bedhead and bare feet. Thinking about trying to convince my cell carrier to cut me a deal on a new phone, but motivation is a tricky thing. I've researched it a bit and they seem to be pretty disinterested in retaining longtime customers. I've been with them forever and it would seem to be a good move on their part to deal, but, who knows. I don't want it for free (though I wouldn't say no), but I do want it to be competitive. Maybe a bit lower than what their competitors are offering me.
It's really a buyers market. I can get a similar phone free from the other guys. They seem to realize a two-year contract is worth a slight up front loss. I'm just going to have to see if my current company is that intuitive also. Ok, my keyboards batteries are dying and I'm triple-tapping like there's no tomorrow. Small annoyances make the world go around. Let's see, todo list for today:

1) See about new tires before the trip to Tahoe

2) Call cellphone company to see if they want to retain my business

3) See if I have enough money to get the phone AND the mp3 player

4) Get Iz the coffee (he knows...)

5) Clear up space on the hard drives ( 650 gigs isn't enough...seriously)

6) Change batteries in keyboard

7) Clean the fridge


That seems to be enough for my day off. Well I'm gonna go back to my work-in-progress, online gift shopping. Only a few more to go. Kisses (or something more masculine that proves I'm both sensitive AND secure in my sexuality)

If it means nothing at all...

It's been forever and a day since I've updated this mess. Last time I tried to connect it booted me to some crazy new version of the blog and wouldn't let me onto this humble, rambling page. Life is fine, things have changed...what else do we write about, really? I can wish I've got some fantastic reason for popping back on, but you're gonna be disappointed. I wish I'd been there to clue you in on Band of Horses or Regina Spektor when I first fell for them. To tell you about the joys of concert ticket hook-ups. Going away parties for old bros from way back when. Welcome home parties for new friends who I've traveled long distances to meet. Eternal amounts of libations. The thrill of last minute adventures and unexpected doings. Computer hell and bliss. Re-connected and strengthened friendships. Marriages falling apart all around. Second anniversaries and spousal success. Life is splitting apart the seams of my apathy and I'm glad to let it spill out here.
I'm excited for this month! Cheryl is selling her jewelry like mad at winter bazaars and boutiques. I've worked my fingers to death helping her (that's what I'm taking a break from right now...). Work is back to (almost) normal, the Beaverton fun ended and my day shifts are becoming more regular. I built an awesome multi-level cat palace with scratching thingees and a hanging tube of death. Cheryl is teacher-assistant subbing a few times a week (and enjoying it!). I'm perusing school schedules with good intentions. The awesome cheap bar is still super awesome (that's right, I never wrote about the awesome cheap bar. It's all mine!). Iz has a spankin new house that's more centrally located. HE-who-is-never-named (by request) is having alot of success himself at school and will be able to buy and sell me (many times over) shortly. The Tahoe trip is so close I can taste it. Windows Vista hasn't crashed on me yet. Construction on the house is paused but well. The wiring is done to the upper level, all that's left is the garage and basement...easypeasy. My new boss is swell.
See, there's reason for excitement. This is only a free-form sampling of my life being lived. There's so much more. I'll spill here. Really. It's not all pipe-smoke and rum. Flowers, tattoos and whiskey work their way into life also. Well, they do if it's a good life. Here's hoping I spill enough so that exhibitionism, curiosity and voyeurism are all satisfied. Just please, PLEASE don't repeat the mistakes. I've made 'em for you. Find some new ones.