Saturday, April 26, 2008
I remember this
What's it been? Years? All relative.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
I'm an old married guy. What's a "blog"?
It's been a long time. Sorry. Here it is......
-I got married!! It was a pretty perfect day. It was extra sunshiney, there were plenty of people there who would have never otherwise been in the same room together, and I got caught drinking a nip of coconut rum by my favorite high school teacher/aunt in law...and she laughed mightily. I danced, looked stupid, got more drunk than I said I would, got spanked and licked by my friend Russ, and generally had the best time ever. Then I went on a cruise with my lovely wife, where we....
...Rented and crashed a jetski with all of our valuables in the "water tight" compartment on the front of the machine. It was unpleasant, at best.
...Ate our weight in onion rings.
...Took roughly 30 pictures of our stuffed dog "Baby Logan", for a photo journalistic project called "The Adventures of Baby Logan in the South Caribbean", all the while coming home with no more than 3 pictures of ourselves.
...Ate breadfruit.
...Spent the day on a beach in Antigua that is clearly the prototype for tropical beaches.
...Put our feet up and read lots of John D. MacDonald.
...Drank wacky/girly drinks, and felt no shame.
...Went on a private sailboat excursion, and went snorkeling, which involved me putting aside my crippling fear of sharks (I haven't swam in the ocean in almost 15 years...maybe more) in order to have an incredible time.
In other news...
-I finally got out of my position at work, and back to the out-of-doors. Just in time for the cold weather!!
-I've decided to go back to school. I'm fairly terrified, yet constantly excited.
-Got moderately drunk at Dino's, and attempted to play "Should I Stay or Should I Go" and "Psycho Killer" with The Deloreans. I'd had just the right amount of beer so that I couldn't feel my hands too well, and the results were....iffy.
-We're looking at houses. Which is crazy, but necessary. Also crazy, but less necessary: our current landlord (or lady...the landlord mostly smokes weed and works on old Jeeps.)
Other than that, I've just been: watching lots of good TV shows, seeing an extraordinarily shitty Brian DePalma movie, sleeping poorly, meeting lots of cool dogs, rooting for the Dodgers, then the Tigers, keeping it real, seeing friends, feeling happy.
-I got married!! It was a pretty perfect day. It was extra sunshiney, there were plenty of people there who would have never otherwise been in the same room together, and I got caught drinking a nip of coconut rum by my favorite high school teacher/aunt in law...and she laughed mightily. I danced, looked stupid, got more drunk than I said I would, got spanked and licked by my friend Russ, and generally had the best time ever. Then I went on a cruise with my lovely wife, where we....
...Rented and crashed a jetski with all of our valuables in the "water tight" compartment on the front of the machine. It was unpleasant, at best.
...Ate our weight in onion rings.
...Took roughly 30 pictures of our stuffed dog "Baby Logan", for a photo journalistic project called "The Adventures of Baby Logan in the South Caribbean", all the while coming home with no more than 3 pictures of ourselves.
...Ate breadfruit.
...Spent the day on a beach in Antigua that is clearly the prototype for tropical beaches.
...Put our feet up and read lots of John D. MacDonald.
...Drank wacky/girly drinks, and felt no shame.
...Went on a private sailboat excursion, and went snorkeling, which involved me putting aside my crippling fear of sharks (I haven't swam in the ocean in almost 15 years...maybe more) in order to have an incredible time.
In other news...
-I finally got out of my position at work, and back to the out-of-doors. Just in time for the cold weather!!
-I've decided to go back to school. I'm fairly terrified, yet constantly excited.
-Got moderately drunk at Dino's, and attempted to play "Should I Stay or Should I Go" and "Psycho Killer" with The Deloreans. I'd had just the right amount of beer so that I couldn't feel my hands too well, and the results were....iffy.
-We're looking at houses. Which is crazy, but necessary. Also crazy, but less necessary: our current landlord (or lady...the landlord mostly smokes weed and works on old Jeeps.)
Other than that, I've just been: watching lots of good TV shows, seeing an extraordinarily shitty Brian DePalma movie, sleeping poorly, meeting lots of cool dogs, rooting for the Dodgers, then the Tigers, keeping it real, seeing friends, feeling happy.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Canada. Wedding stuff. Madness (not the band).
So long summer! It gets more and more cliched as you get older to talk about how fast the summers go, but holy poop.....it's mid-August!! The Deloreans on Thursday, Montreal on Friday...this is good stuff. We've been busy...picking out wedding songs (Mike, if you read this, "Martinis on the Roof"? Absolutely), getting fitted for fancy weddin' clothes, having weird wedding dreams. It never ends. But we're way excited, and really looking forward to seeing everyone. Peace out, playas'.
(My prediction: Canada will never be the same after this weekend.)
(My prediction: Canada will never be the same after this weekend.)
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Solstice-y
First day of summer, eh? I knew my third favorite season had arrived when a girl in a Jeep pulled up next to me blasting "O.P.P".
Anyway, you know how this is gonna go down, so here it is:
-Lucked into some Red Sox tickets, and for the second year in a row was treated like royalty in a luxury box. There is no finer tasting hot dog (or sausage, ice cream, cookie, chips & salsa, beer, etc.) than a free hot dog. I want to be nostalgic/romantic about sitting in the bleachers, but quite seriously, the last time I sat in the bleachers I had the urine of several white hat wearing jerks trickling down near my feet. In the luxury boxes, you have a private bathroom, and nobody tries to pee on you. Call me elitist...I'm fine with it.
-I've been blowing through China Mieville's Perdido Street Station, which in all likelihood is maybe the greatest book I've ever read.
-I saw The Deloreans (an 80's cover band, for all you mortgage/real estate pushing blog-bots who aren't in the know) twice. It was 80's-tastic.
-I think I temporarily burned myself out on comics. Financially, this is good news.
-I may have commented on this here, or over on the Vorpalfilm message board, but over the last month or two, I've developed a twitching in my lower left eyelid. So yeah, it's fucked up, and there's no surer way to feel like you're going crazy than to have a twitchy eye. I went and saw an opthamologist, was put through no less than a half-hour of eye exams, some of which were relatively uncomfortable (they put some drops in my eyes that made my eyelids feel like 5lb. weights...like falling asleep uncontrollably), but I passed with flying colors. The twitching is caused by lack of sleep and stress, which is a little embarrassing. Anyway, if you see me, and my eye looks all fucked up, that's because it is.
Anyway, you know how this is gonna go down, so here it is:
-Lucked into some Red Sox tickets, and for the second year in a row was treated like royalty in a luxury box. There is no finer tasting hot dog (or sausage, ice cream, cookie, chips & salsa, beer, etc.) than a free hot dog. I want to be nostalgic/romantic about sitting in the bleachers, but quite seriously, the last time I sat in the bleachers I had the urine of several white hat wearing jerks trickling down near my feet. In the luxury boxes, you have a private bathroom, and nobody tries to pee on you. Call me elitist...I'm fine with it.
-I've been blowing through China Mieville's Perdido Street Station, which in all likelihood is maybe the greatest book I've ever read.
-I saw The Deloreans (an 80's cover band, for all you mortgage/real estate pushing blog-bots who aren't in the know) twice. It was 80's-tastic.
-I think I temporarily burned myself out on comics. Financially, this is good news.
-I may have commented on this here, or over on the Vorpalfilm message board, but over the last month or two, I've developed a twitching in my lower left eyelid. So yeah, it's fucked up, and there's no surer way to feel like you're going crazy than to have a twitchy eye. I went and saw an opthamologist, was put through no less than a half-hour of eye exams, some of which were relatively uncomfortable (they put some drops in my eyes that made my eyelids feel like 5lb. weights...like falling asleep uncontrollably), but I passed with flying colors. The twitching is caused by lack of sleep and stress, which is a little embarrassing. Anyway, if you see me, and my eye looks all fucked up, that's because it is.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Josh Beckett's offensive explosion...
...was just about the only thing pulling me out of some serious Preakness-induced depression this past weekend. I know the whole Barbaro story is getting tons of press, all of it really sentimental, but that whole scene just kicked my ass. I'm a rookie to the Triple Crown races, this being only the third year I've watched them. Already though, I'm just completely under the spell of the whole thing. It was one thing to watch Smarty Jones get within one race of the crown, and just get beat. It bummed me out, but hey, I'm a Red Sox fan, so I can take it. But watching Barbaro pull up early, with his leg dangling in all sorts of unnatural directions just turned my stomach, and basically broke my heart as well. I know some of my friends think the whole racing thing is strange...but that saying, about the Kentucky Derby being the most exciting two minutes in sports? Not wrong. For me, this really is the new "there's always next year". In the scheme of things, I didn't really wait that long to see the Sox win the World Series. I'm just hoping I don't have to wait so long to see a Triple Crown winner. Oh, and here comes the part where I act like a broken hearted little kid holding up a sign on TV: Get well Barbaro.
And since I named this post after him, again: Josh Beckett? Knocking in the tying run on Saturday, then scoring the go-ahead run, then hitting a very convincing home run? Fuck yes. He also throws the ball OK too.
And since I named this post after him, again: Josh Beckett? Knocking in the tying run on Saturday, then scoring the go-ahead run, then hitting a very convincing home run? Fuck yes. He also throws the ball OK too.
Monday, May 15, 2006
If you can dig it, it's pretty good
New catchphrase? Maybe. Anyway, it's been another month, so here's the obligatory list of things that have gone down:
-It's rained. A lot. Large portions of New England are underwater.
-I bought a camouflage Red Sox hat, and am thinking I'll need to take up chewing tobacco and snowmobiling to complete my new look.
-Work just keeps geting worse. I need to get the shit out of my current position, but just haven't been able to pull the trigger on a move that will land me back in my old department, where I will be scrubbing bird shit in short order. Glamorous, eh?
-I ate a Shepard's Pie, under threat of abandonment by my friend Chris. He was right to resort to such extremes. That was fucking quality eating. Thanks Chris!
-I've decided Battlestar Galactica might be the greatest show on TV right now (It probably isn't, but I got really excited to be watching it again, and felt like making a sweeping, declarative statement about the show).
-Kristin and I had a Kentucky Derby party. We were the only ones who showed up.
-I had almost a week of quality (by my standards) sleep...it was uncanny.
-Jason stole my thunder for my planned withdrawl from Myspace....I've been talking about it for months now, but he beat me to it. Now, it'll just look like I'm more of a follower than I already am.
-I got excited about, and then completely forgot about Free Comic Book Day. That sucked.
-It's rained. A lot. Large portions of New England are underwater.
-I bought a camouflage Red Sox hat, and am thinking I'll need to take up chewing tobacco and snowmobiling to complete my new look.
-Work just keeps geting worse. I need to get the shit out of my current position, but just haven't been able to pull the trigger on a move that will land me back in my old department, where I will be scrubbing bird shit in short order. Glamorous, eh?
-I ate a Shepard's Pie, under threat of abandonment by my friend Chris. He was right to resort to such extremes. That was fucking quality eating. Thanks Chris!
-I've decided Battlestar Galactica might be the greatest show on TV right now (It probably isn't, but I got really excited to be watching it again, and felt like making a sweeping, declarative statement about the show).
-Kristin and I had a Kentucky Derby party. We were the only ones who showed up.
-I had almost a week of quality (by my standards) sleep...it was uncanny.
-Jason stole my thunder for my planned withdrawl from Myspace....I've been talking about it for months now, but he beat me to it. Now, it'll just look like I'm more of a follower than I already am.
-I got excited about, and then completely forgot about Free Comic Book Day. That sucked.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Do we like Josh Beckett?
Yes. Yes we do. A lot. Unfortunately, due to yesterday's two Easter festivities on opposite ends of the Cape, I wasn't even able to see him throw one pitch (though we did make it home for the 9th, just in time to see Mr. Papelbon continue his stretch of 9th inning perfection). But yeah, having two pitchers on our staff with 3-0 records is one of the more exciting things in recent Red Sox memory. And OK, it's early, but Beckett just really comes as advertised, no? It's also just a blast watching the guy work...it's only a matter of time before his post-strikeout antics (ie fist pumping, screaming at the top of his lungs) are going to cause some serious problems, and then hopefully we'll be treated to Jason Varitek's trademark running chokehold tackle. Good times.
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