Archive for February, 2012

As I begin writing this it is currently about 10:15 PM on February 15. Yesterday was that most hated day amongst single people, Valentine’s Day. Like most sane individuals, I hate that day with a passion. My V-day started out innocently enough, with a general air of loneliness hanging around like the cloud that always followed Charlie Brown, yet it didn’t actually start to rain until midway through the day. I had a rather painful conversation with someone and the day started to go downhill from there.

In an attempt to improve my day, I decided to go out with my friend Sarah to a comedy show at the Lexington Avenue Brewery. She brought along a new friend that she is currently crushing on, but oddly enough I didn’t feel like a third wheel and actually had a really good time. The three comics were all pretty good. The opening act was a girl who facetiously donned a Valley Girl type personality, quoting famous philosophers while referring to Fergie as her idol. The second act did a bit about Samuel L. Jackson in the Star Wars prequels, ending with the catch-phrase-in-the-making, “does he look like a Sith?” The headliner was a guy named Dave Stone, a member of the group The Beards of Comedy, who does several voices for the show Squidbillies. I’ll attach a video at the end of this. Needless to say, he was pretty hilarious. All in all, it was a great night out.

Tonight I went out with Charlie again. We went to Modesto in the Grove Arcade, and I must say it was rather amazing. I was in the mood to try something different, and being half Italian, calamari was the logical choice. It wasn’t half bad, although probably not something I would eat all the time. For the main course we had a pizza. But not just any pizza. This one had mushrooms, goat cheese, gigantic artichokes, and a crazy mix of greens on top. It was pretty unbelievable. She took a picture, as soon as she texts it to me I’ll have to post it. It really was that intense. We had a lot of good conversation and laughs, and we decided to get together again probably Tuesday night and watch some Henry Rollins DVD’s.

So there you have it, two really good nights. The key to both of them was laughter. To paraphrase (read: rip off) Reader’s Digest,  laughter really is the best medicine. Yesterday my day went from completely shitty to pretty darn good in just under two hours. Today my fairly good day got kicked up to another level. Then I come home and flip on the TV to find a mini South Park marathon. It doesn’t really matter that a day and a half ago my heart was in my stomach and I wanted to curl up and die. Right now I’m laughing, and it feels damn good. Life is good indeed.

Oh and here’s that video I promised. Enjoy…




I will use my blog to speak my mind, regardless of what others might think about what I have to say.

I will feel sorry for things that have happened, yet reject guilt as a false and misleading emotion.

I will apologize when I am at fault, and never when I am not.

I will let things go, rather than sacrificing myself to save a sinking ship.

I will try as best I can, but not beat myself up when I don’t meet your standards.

I will focus less on self, but not deny the pain I have felt.

I will do my best not to cause pain in the lives of others, but I will not blame myself when they misinterpret my words or actions.

I will forgive fully and completely, without condition.

I will use these struggles to my advantage, emerging stronger and smarter on the other side.

I will never give up on what might have been and might still be, but I will stop beating dead horses.

I will move on and not dwell on the past.

I will always hope for reconciliation.

I will always love you.


Did I mention it was cold?

So I go out to my car this morning and my driver’s side door lock is frozen. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I got a cup of hot water and poured it over the lock. Nothing happened. I managed to get the passenger side door open, climbed in and tried to pull up the lock button, but it wouldn’t budge. I called Firestone (the only auto place I know of around here that’s open on Sundays) and asked if they do anything like that, and they said they didn’t. I asked him if he had any suggestions, and he said to buy some windshiled de-icer. Somehow I completely forgot that I had a bottle in the trunk. It took a few minutes, but it eventually thawed the lock out enough that it opened, and I felt pretty stupid. I guess I won’t be locking my car doors when the temperature drops into the teens. Awesome.


…I walked 1.5 miles to work… in the snow… and most of it was uphill.



I had the strangest urge to take off my shoes and walk backwards. You know, just so I would really have something to tell my grandkids.



But what can I say? It was our first real snowfall in an unusually mild winter. The first snowfall tends to make me act like a little kid. And take pictures of random shit covered in snow.



And here we are a scant 14 hours later and there is no snow falling, a good part of what fell has melted already, and we’re left with blustery winds and an overnight low in the teens. Sometimes I feel like I live in some Bizarro World version of Narnia where it’s always cold but it never snows. Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.



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What’s in the player?

To get my mind of the atrocity that I just watched, how about a little flashback to simpler times?

Back in my day, message boards were all the rage. (Message boards were kinda like reddit but without pictures. Ask your parents.) Every hot new band had a message board full of devoted fans who would hotly debate anything from the quality of the band’s recent output to the latest Papal discourse.

At least once a week a new thread would show up asking what people had been spinning recently in their CD players. (CD players were kinda like iPods. Ask your parents.) I would typically wait to start such a thread or post in an existing one until I had a rather nice variety going, so as to make myself appear to be much cooler than I actually am. Shuffling through the CD’s in the case I bring to work, I noticed that today was one of those days. So I figured perhaps a playlist was in order.

So without further ado, the contents of my CD wallet at this moment (in no particular order):

  • Sebadoh – Bakesale
  • Bon Iver – self titled
  • Matthew Sweet – Modern Art
  • Indigo Girls – Come On Now Social
  • Galaxie 500 – On Fire
  • Snow Patrol – Fallen Empires
  • Superdrag – A Head Trip In Every Key
  • The Reindeer Section – Son Of Evil Reindeer
  • The Head and the Heart – self titled
  • Belle and Sebastian – mp3 disc containing all of their studio albums, plus the BBC sessions and some live stuff
  • The Submarines – Love Notes / Letter Bombs
  • The Beatles – Rubber Soul and Revolver
  • Vijay Iyer, Prasanna, and Nitin Mitta – Tirtha
  • Low – C’mon
  • Damien Rice – O
  • Ted Leo and the Pharmacists – Hearts of Oak
  • The Jayhawks – Mockingbird Time
  • an mp3 mix CD of some of my top albums from 2011
  • Sloan – Never Hear The End Of It
  • The Woggles – Rock and Roll Backlash

Of course I didn’t actually listen to all of these today, as the workday is only about nine hours long. But it doesn’t matter, I’m still cooler than you.




How exactly does an experienced team that has been in a lot of close game situations absolutely throw one away like that? We had this game in the bag with three minutes to go, and then decide to stop making free throws, stop defending the three-point line, and even tip in a basket or two for the other team. Dammit Carolina, get your shit together. If you throw away the game in Durham, well, I’ve got a good mind to ring your doorbell and run.

Anyone else ever wake up one day and suddenly realize that the person you’ve been trying to have a relationship with for the better part of the past few years is actually a compulsive liar and you’re not sure you can believe anything she’s ever told you? Anyone?

Just me? Okay then.

Anyone else ever get ready to post something personal like this on Facebook and realize you don’t even know half these people, and you only actually like about half of the ones you do know? Anyone?

I know I’m not alone on that one.

Is there some way to make my posts here only visible to my followers? It looks like my options are “public,” “private,” and password protected. I don’t really want the whole world being able to read some of what I post here. But at the same time, I’d like someone to be able to read it, because if not then what’s the point of writing anything? The whole password concept seems a little odd to me. I’m not sure what I would use as a password or how I could let the people I want to read things know what the password is without letting everyone know. I never thought I’d say this, but I kinda miss Livejournal’s “friends only” setting.

But anywho… I stayed home from work today and didn’t do much of anything. I loaded up on Theraflu (you precious wonder drug, you!) and fell asleep at random times throughout the day. I just woke back up around 1:30 AM and decided that it wasn’t bedtime yet, so I got back online. Which brings us to this somewhat pointless blog. I did manage to make time to draw another piece in my series of political drawings. Check it out…

It’s called “1 Per Scent” and you can see it in better detail here.

So I guess that’s about it until I have something more interesting to write. The end.