Alone at Last - NOOOOOOO!

There used to be a time when I loved to be alone.  That was a time where I could get somethings done, not have to answer to anybody and, of course, not wear pants.  Being alone was like a deep dark well, damp, quiet, but always comforting.

But all that has changed.  Sometime over the past few years, I've gained access to feelings.  Yes, you heard me.  Actual feelings.  My feelings.  And while I've been in touch with negative feelings for quite sometime, it's the positive ones that cause all the troubles.  Trouble such as, missing my girl when she's gone and, um, well, that's the pretty much the driving force.  I admit, everyone needs time apart, but not to much.  I know I'm ready to admit that.

So, besides masturbation, I found another way to cover for these emotions - by watching Lost.  And after about 60 days of 120 episodes of Lost, I found it be a great distraction.  But now that's done.  I've tried to replace it with Eureka and Psych but neither has the appeal of Lost.  I lined up several movies on Netflix to watch, but it's just not the same.

I could be distracting myself by writing the script for Regis' next podcast, but I'm not. I'd like to say I'm avoiding writing, but, um, well, I'm writing this, so I guess I'm avoiding being alone by updating the blog.  This is almost like talking to other people, but not really (since no one reads this blog - I'm pretty sure about that because I don't tell anyone it's here).

Anyway, I forgot what I really came here to say.  Sorry to disturb you.  Go back to sleep.

Wait... I mean....

Thanks for listening, I’m so sorry you had to read it.

Well, Now I'M Lost

Back in the day, when the Internet was new and we were just realizing that it could be used for more than just porn, I was blogging. Back then that made me unique. I was part of a small collective of people. We weren't even called bloggers, they didn't have a term for us. We were just geeks. I was writing stuff for the web for years before social networks and standard blogging platforms were in use. But now, even as I type this, I realize, writing stuff on the web doesn't make me special, it just makes me normal.

Well that sucks ass, and not in a good way. So what the hell am I supposed to do now?

Recently I turn my attention to 'Lost' the TV series. That took up about 44 minutes times 120 episodes, on average, with extra time to read what the crazy bloggers of the world thought about the show. I did this in less than 60 days. This made me realize that I need to get back to writing. To exercise my creative side.

And that's just what i'm going to do. Slowly. But I'll do it. If I can get back into blogging, I can probably get back to writing that great American novel I'm trying to write.

Thanks for listening, I'm so sorry you had to read it.

Finally, I Don't Care

I just returned from spending 4 days at the beach and I have realized that for those 4 days, I didn't give a crap about anything. It was great. But instead of writing some insightful, yet entertaining blog post about, I'm just going to make a list of what I remember from the beach.

• iPad was great for navigation (although I could really use better directions)


• Butt Fuzzies


• My fingers prune when it rains, but in and around the ocean, nope.


• Bitch Slapped by the waves


• Naked


• Dead Jellyfish *sniff*


• Tiny Crabs (spider-like) used for fishing bait


• Watching the sunrise, even when it was hazy


• It burns when I pee now


• Watching the moon rise


• Bleeding like a stuck pig


• Big Ass Hole (three words)


• Let's talk about drinking (but shoot me in the head first)


• Sleeping to the sound of the ocean.

That's all for now.  Sorry you had to read it.

Hickory Con Spring 2011

Was at HickoryCon this past weekend - turn out was a bit slow this year - but that didn't stop me from show up as the Renaissance Stormtrooper and for Regis Jack to appear as, well, I'm not exactly sure.  Besides meeting up with friends, I met a comic author, Phil Juliano who writes a comic titled "Best In Show". He's cool, it's cool check it out.

http://bestinshowcomic.com/wordpress

You can also find pictures of me and Regis somewhere on his main page. But if you can't find them, I've included some snapshots here as well.

[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="Regis Jack as ????"][/caption]

[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="300" caption="It's Me, Phil, Vader and the infamous Fett"][/caption]

Ow.ly is 4RAPE

So I was on my Facebook stream and came across a story about the Indiana Government and Planned Parenthood.  The story itself was not important, but they used ow.ly as the service to shorten their URL for the store.  The shortened URL was this  ...

http://ow.ly/4RAPE

Yes.  You saw that right.  4RAPE for a story about Planned Parenthood!!  I'm not sure if this story will still be there after word gets out, but damn that's a quirk of technology and fate.

Omeeeega

Let me take you on a journey, if I may, that leads to the ultimate destruction of my soul.  It won't be short, and I'm sure parts of it will not be worth the trip - like the recent end to Stargate Universe.  I mean, come on!  You knew you were ending the series, why couldn't people die tragically, or get stuck for 3 million years in stasis only to find out a race of beings evolved from your cat and your only companion is a holographic representation of your dead bunk mate.  I admit, I was happy to see where it was going as a show, but FRAK!  I wanted more.  Anyway, where was I.  Oh yeah. Journey, not the band - although they do have some good songs.  Did I mention my mind tends to wander?

Anyway, please join me as I express my feelings and thoughts in small pieces -for better or for worse.

Actually, this will probably be my last post as I get distracted easily.

Dark Passenger

In following in the footsteps of my anti-hero Dexter, I have come to terms with the fact that there is a Dark Passenger inside all of us.  It pushes us, urges us, and even dares us to do what some may say is unspeakable. Unfortunately my Dark Passenger is an accountant.