This is my 100th post on this blog since I created it.
This is the first blog I have written since I bought my new computer, which is already giving me problems. This is even typed on a fresh keyboard less then a week old.
I felt the need that I should write something. I haven't written anything in a while, but that is typical for me. If you were to actually go through all the blogs I have actually posted, either here or on Myspace, you will see a trend of prattle about how I don't know what to write. This is entirely accurate because I seeming lack direction. I don't know where I am going or what I am going to do. The funny thing is that I am not rout with depression. Typically that hits people with writers block. I am starting to think that I don't have writer's block, but rather lack of focus.
The past couple weeks, friends of mine have started to post again on their respective blogs. This was sort of a wake-up call. If they felt they could return to the land of cyber-journalism, why the hell couldn't I?
The summer saw an internet drought. People just stopped communicating for a while. Maybe everyone discovered the wonders of Facebook, I know I did. I started a page and nearly became obsessed with it on a daily basis. It was almost to the point where I needed to read the status updates of people. Hell, for the longest time I had a tab on my browser open to Facebook in case there was a status update or god-willing a personal notification. I closed it for this writing because I knew it was going to be a distraction.
Then a week or so ago, I opened my RSS feeder, and there were updates from people. Granted the standard, "celebrity" blogs still showed, but the personal blogs of people I have actually visited the homes of were there as well. It was like they didn't even skip a beat from where they left off many months ago. From stories of work hardships and the wonderments of trying not to date, to the expiditions of a mother and excitement for a new book, the screen glowed. With both feet they jumped in. Why shouldn't I attempt the same?
There in lies the problem, though. I don't feel I am particularly interesting. I even asked a friend of mine a couple weekends ago why they even bother with me, I don't do anything. I don't live an exciting life. I don't do interesting things. He just told me that I don't give myself enough credit. This is probably true. He also said that I can at least hold a conversation, and sometimes that's all one needs.
Now, I still don't think I have any real structure to this whole blog thing. I'm not going to write about the club scene or how to make a brownie pudding cake. I'm not even going to focus on comic books, wresting and/or video games, things I know something about. I feel there are better, well more informed sites for that. So, for now, I will stick with simple entertainment. I am going to write about whatever I want to. Whether it's the day I had at work or a drunken night at the bar, and the mistakes I made, I will just write. I will attempt though to keep a steady voice and shovel in my attempts at humor. While I may fall flat on my face, I will still try and Do Something.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
To Whom It May Discern
Hey, I haven't written anything in a while. Well, actually, I did write something a couple weeks ago, but I never posted it. I was drinking, which isn't surprising on a weekend. I rambled, which is par for the course. It was probably about loneliness or something similar. It's sort of a reoccurring theme. I like themes.
In any case, I need a new computer. I am borrowing my mom's laptop whenever I can. There is a current desktop... working (if you want to call it that). It does function but has the memory of a can of tuna. Bad analogy. Fish is supposed good for the mind. Still, it can store many gigs of stuff, but can't run two programs at once, like Firefox and Word. Even iTunes is a problem, considering the sound doesn't even work on the thing. Headphones don't even produce. It's like my computer is channeling Marley Madlin.
It exceptionally warm at the moment. Like summer is still grasping at my sweat glands. I remember a few days ago it was almost chilly. I like wearing my sweat-jacket. It has extra pockets.
I have no idea what the hell is planned for my life this weekend. Next weekend, different story. My coworker, Tim, is getting married. As such, I have to work. Granted, I was theoretically invited to attend, but I sacrificed for work. See, Tim is the renter of his place from my boss, i.e. he lives on the same property. That sort of trumps the guy (me) he sees every week. Boss man gets to enjoy the festivities of drunken revelry. This will probably amount to boss drinking a girly drink or two and then flexing his gamer muscles. I am glad I will not witness it. I wish Time the best though. In all likelihood, he is probably trying to say those nuptials soon, so that he can begin prepping his haunted house.
What sucks is that I could have gone paint-balling with my brother, Matt, that Saturday. Also, I will have my place to myself. Mom's in NY for my soon-to-be sister-in-law's one bridal shower. The brother an his girlfriend are heading on a cruse. I get to stay in and probably play Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2 if I haven't finished it by then.
Now, I just watch Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog twice. Once was normal, then with the musical commentary, which is just great and has nearly nothing to do with the actual movie. Go watch it.
In any case, I need a new computer. I am borrowing my mom's laptop whenever I can. There is a current desktop... working (if you want to call it that). It does function but has the memory of a can of tuna. Bad analogy. Fish is supposed good for the mind. Still, it can store many gigs of stuff, but can't run two programs at once, like Firefox and Word. Even iTunes is a problem, considering the sound doesn't even work on the thing. Headphones don't even produce. It's like my computer is channeling Marley Madlin.
It exceptionally warm at the moment. Like summer is still grasping at my sweat glands. I remember a few days ago it was almost chilly. I like wearing my sweat-jacket. It has extra pockets.
I have no idea what the hell is planned for my life this weekend. Next weekend, different story. My coworker, Tim, is getting married. As such, I have to work. Granted, I was theoretically invited to attend, but I sacrificed for work. See, Tim is the renter of his place from my boss, i.e. he lives on the same property. That sort of trumps the guy (me) he sees every week. Boss man gets to enjoy the festivities of drunken revelry. This will probably amount to boss drinking a girly drink or two and then flexing his gamer muscles. I am glad I will not witness it. I wish Time the best though. In all likelihood, he is probably trying to say those nuptials soon, so that he can begin prepping his haunted house.
What sucks is that I could have gone paint-balling with my brother, Matt, that Saturday. Also, I will have my place to myself. Mom's in NY for my soon-to-be sister-in-law's one bridal shower. The brother an his girlfriend are heading on a cruse. I get to stay in and probably play Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2 if I haven't finished it by then.
Now, I just watch Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog twice. Once was normal, then with the musical commentary, which is just great and has nearly nothing to do with the actual movie. Go watch it.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Weekend Round-Up 8/17/2009
I haven't written anything in forever, which is how most of these things start.
Things to note this past weekend:
Friday: It was a decent day at work. I didn't get some of the stuff done that I wanted to, but it's all right. I can just deal with it tomorrow. Some of the kids showed up and proceeded to kill some of my work boredom with various ridiculousness. I call them kids, but they are going to be freshmen at Temple in a week or two. One of them proceeded to tell me of a Mastodon/Dethklok concert in November. I should actually go to that. It falls on a Sunday at the Electric Factory. I wonder if anyone else is thinking of going.
That night, I attended the Olde City Sideshow at National Mechanics in Philly. I didn't know anyone there aside from the members of the sideshow. The performance was good, though. It was the first time I witnessed the show with a break in the middle, and also the first slip-up. I won't give details, but suggest you see the live performance because you never know what will happen. I hung around late and helped with what little carrying my frame can handle. The city is a bit eerie around 3AM when the streets are populated with the remnants of straggling drunkards.
Saturday: My goal was to just hang out at home and play video games or watch a movie. That didn't happen. I wound up sweating in the heat, mowing my lawn and attempting to do some trimming as well. Almost like clockwork, when I finished, my phone rang. A few friends were heading into Media, PA for a bar trip. I didn't find out till I got over my friend's house that said trip was for some girl's birthday. It wasn't a bad time. Many people showed up, unfortunately none of the friends the birthday girl asked to come, though. I barely knew her, but it being a birthday, bought her first drink. I hate how expensive some bars are that really shouldn't be. A Yuengling Lager should never cost more than $3, especially when there isn't a topless girl in front of me. Still conversations were had. Talks of me possibly trying to cook. The desire to buy a wok. Now, I want Chinese food. The night ended with Street Fighter II: The Animated Movie and late-night McDonalds.
Sunday: I actually had a plan for Sunday. I went to the movies with a friend from work to see District 9. It was a 1PM showing, and I am not used to leaving a movie theater with the sun still out. The movie was good. We talked for a while afterward about comics and such. The shade was nice in the hot weather. The three minutes near our cars felt like I was going to ignite. It was like someone had a voodoo doll of me they were burning in effigy. A trip to Target was in order for cat litter purposes. Unfortunately, no toys were bought. I did pick up a Mastodon CD because I didn't have any, and felt deprived.
When I got home, I was hungry, and asked my mom what she wanted to do for dinner. My brother went with his girlfriend to her parents, so My mom suggested Applebees. I don't think I was ever at Applebees before. We enjoyed the 2 for 20 deal, and it is well worth it. It seemed like half the staff were pretty blondes. It was almost surreal, like carbon copies. The mail-man must have had a good time about 20 years ago.
Sunday night consisted of HBO programming. True Blood was good. Hung was excellent. Entourage was good if only for the Johnny Drama portions. To follow that, it's DVR wrestling... while writing this.
So, there you have it. Words from me to my audience, whomever you are. I'm not making promises of writing more. They always fall through. I will tough promise to attempt more creativity.
Things to note this past weekend:
Friday: It was a decent day at work. I didn't get some of the stuff done that I wanted to, but it's all right. I can just deal with it tomorrow. Some of the kids showed up and proceeded to kill some of my work boredom with various ridiculousness. I call them kids, but they are going to be freshmen at Temple in a week or two. One of them proceeded to tell me of a Mastodon/Dethklok concert in November. I should actually go to that. It falls on a Sunday at the Electric Factory. I wonder if anyone else is thinking of going.
That night, I attended the Olde City Sideshow at National Mechanics in Philly. I didn't know anyone there aside from the members of the sideshow. The performance was good, though. It was the first time I witnessed the show with a break in the middle, and also the first slip-up. I won't give details, but suggest you see the live performance because you never know what will happen. I hung around late and helped with what little carrying my frame can handle. The city is a bit eerie around 3AM when the streets are populated with the remnants of straggling drunkards.
Saturday: My goal was to just hang out at home and play video games or watch a movie. That didn't happen. I wound up sweating in the heat, mowing my lawn and attempting to do some trimming as well. Almost like clockwork, when I finished, my phone rang. A few friends were heading into Media, PA for a bar trip. I didn't find out till I got over my friend's house that said trip was for some girl's birthday. It wasn't a bad time. Many people showed up, unfortunately none of the friends the birthday girl asked to come, though. I barely knew her, but it being a birthday, bought her first drink. I hate how expensive some bars are that really shouldn't be. A Yuengling Lager should never cost more than $3, especially when there isn't a topless girl in front of me. Still conversations were had. Talks of me possibly trying to cook. The desire to buy a wok. Now, I want Chinese food. The night ended with Street Fighter II: The Animated Movie and late-night McDonalds.
Sunday: I actually had a plan for Sunday. I went to the movies with a friend from work to see District 9. It was a 1PM showing, and I am not used to leaving a movie theater with the sun still out. The movie was good. We talked for a while afterward about comics and such. The shade was nice in the hot weather. The three minutes near our cars felt like I was going to ignite. It was like someone had a voodoo doll of me they were burning in effigy. A trip to Target was in order for cat litter purposes. Unfortunately, no toys were bought. I did pick up a Mastodon CD because I didn't have any, and felt deprived.
When I got home, I was hungry, and asked my mom what she wanted to do for dinner. My brother went with his girlfriend to her parents, so My mom suggested Applebees. I don't think I was ever at Applebees before. We enjoyed the 2 for 20 deal, and it is well worth it. It seemed like half the staff were pretty blondes. It was almost surreal, like carbon copies. The mail-man must have had a good time about 20 years ago.
Sunday night consisted of HBO programming. True Blood was good. Hung was excellent. Entourage was good if only for the Johnny Drama portions. To follow that, it's DVR wrestling... while writing this.
So, there you have it. Words from me to my audience, whomever you are. I'm not making promises of writing more. They always fall through. I will tough promise to attempt more creativity.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Lack of updates
I think I'm depressed.
Now, I don't think I'm cliniclly depressed or anything. I certainly have some of the same drive I typically have. Also, Sunday tends to be a rather restful day without much excitement. I just think things are kind of low for me.
Sure I just attended a friend's wedding. This could attribute to some feeling of lonliness. I don't believe it's the only factor though. The could make me sluggish. Spending an entire week alone could also do it. I have been watching my brother's place for a week so far, and have yet to have anyone over. I just don't know what kind of fun I could have here as a host for people.
As I was writing this, I distracted myself woth Facebook to scour for ideas. None happened. Instead I succombed to the heat and napped in a chair listening to a videogame podcast. Such is my life.
In any case, I feel like I just exist. You can tell from how boring this blog is as to how boring I feel. Lack of updates just means I feel I haven't done anything interesting.
Now, I don't think I'm cliniclly depressed or anything. I certainly have some of the same drive I typically have. Also, Sunday tends to be a rather restful day without much excitement. I just think things are kind of low for me.
Sure I just attended a friend's wedding. This could attribute to some feeling of lonliness. I don't believe it's the only factor though. The could make me sluggish. Spending an entire week alone could also do it. I have been watching my brother's place for a week so far, and have yet to have anyone over. I just don't know what kind of fun I could have here as a host for people.
As I was writing this, I distracted myself woth Facebook to scour for ideas. None happened. Instead I succombed to the heat and napped in a chair listening to a videogame podcast. Such is my life.
In any case, I feel like I just exist. You can tell from how boring this blog is as to how boring I feel. Lack of updates just means I feel I haven't done anything interesting.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Distractions
I had a tab open to this window all night with the chance that I may actually write something. I kept getting distracted by other things.
The final distraction was actual work I typically need for my job. Ok, I don't really need it, but it is useful to me. I make a list of everything I think we are getting in to the store comic-wise, along with the appropriate code. I do it to have some resource where I know I can reorder something if I have to. It is partially archaic, but it's all I have. At the moment, there is no universal database for comic reordering. I also don't have direct access to the main distributors excell sheet. I hand write every order on paper and fax it it. Yes, I know how to use a fax machine. My rep on the other end then has to type every code into the appropriate box followed by the right quantity. It is a long process.
I find that I have a tendency to meet people and not get their names. It happened again today. Sadly, it wasn't a woman. It was a guy who works in a similar position to me at a store in DC. He was happy just to gripe to someone who understands.
I am tired and need sleep. My brain isn't functioning properly. It is still clouded by sick fogginess. It is clearing but rest is usually need for regeneration.
The final distraction was actual work I typically need for my job. Ok, I don't really need it, but it is useful to me. I make a list of everything I think we are getting in to the store comic-wise, along with the appropriate code. I do it to have some resource where I know I can reorder something if I have to. It is partially archaic, but it's all I have. At the moment, there is no universal database for comic reordering. I also don't have direct access to the main distributors excell sheet. I hand write every order on paper and fax it it. Yes, I know how to use a fax machine. My rep on the other end then has to type every code into the appropriate box followed by the right quantity. It is a long process.
I find that I have a tendency to meet people and not get their names. It happened again today. Sadly, it wasn't a woman. It was a guy who works in a similar position to me at a store in DC. He was happy just to gripe to someone who understands.
I am tired and need sleep. My brain isn't functioning properly. It is still clouded by sick fogginess. It is clearing but rest is usually need for regeneration.
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