Well dear readers, tomorrow, I start a little road trip to the windy city known as Chicago, the land of Cubs, Bears, Bulls, and Perfect Strangers. My buddies and one wife are renting a van to make the 800 mile drive to a wedding in which two of us are participating members and as a result, will be dressed in traditional Indian garb.
Now, some may say that the thought of driving to Chicago from NYC seems ludicrous, but actually, this decision was not made after a case of beer or a week long meth bender, it actually was decided upon because the plane tickets to get to Chicago hovered around the 300-400 dollar mark for the last six months. Since each of us is now at a various level of poor, driving seemed like a realistic option especially when we are saving upwards of 200 bucks a person.
AND if it sounds like I am still trying to rationalize this entire trip in my own mind, you are absolutely correct. Mainly because the only other road trip that I made with certain members of the group traveling to Chicago has forever been labeled by me as the ROAD TRIP FROM HELL. The trip occurred after my freshman year of college when one of my buddy's, Gerg (name changed to protect him), asked me and a couple other friends if we would be interested in going to see U2 at Ben Franklin Field in Philadelphia, PA. We all agreed but of course, there was a catch, we had to pick Gerg up from Ithaca, NY, which meant that we had to drive from Southeastern Connecticut to Ithaca and then onto Philadelphia. Now, I will not bore you with the details, but in the end, I believe we left for Ithaca three days before the concert and managed to make it to Philadelphia right when U2 hit the stage. Thankfully, the drive back only took two days. So that is the context in which our present trip is being framed in my mind...
I hope that this does not become the sequel to the ROAD TRIP FROM HELL, but everybody loves a sequel... So tomorrow, I depart, and I will be keeping a diary the entire way, I am going to try an hour by hour affair which will probably drop off to a daily recap... now back to packing.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
Sports Update
So I know that it has been a long time that I have posted minus the marriage depression blurb that I just threw out to the world... So I figured that I would give my faithful readers a little more bang for their proverbial buck... As a result, here is my latest opinions on my favorite topic in the world.... the world of sports...
1. The Red Sox-- ok the Red Sox for some reason or another found their magic from last year. I mean minus this evening where I believe they are going to lose, they have won their last seven games in a row. And they have done it by hitting the living shit out of the ball and with dominating starting pitching for the most part. All of this is without Schilling. And now they find themselves in first place. I think that for the Sox to have a successful season they need to win the division this year and make it to the World Series. I mean why not! The White Sox may be ok but I think the Sox can put together a stretch and not those guys out of the AL spot for the Series.
2. The Yankees-- BLOW-- and to be honest, I am almost more interested in their day to day struggles than I am with those of the Red Sox. Mainly this is because at any point as the Yanks lose more and more, the Boss is bound to just lose his shit and fire the entire club. Truly this is what I am hoping for or atleast I am hoping that they simply disband the ball club realizing that their whole existence was a mistake. I am not kidding.
3. The UConn Basketball Team 2005-2006-- This team is on the verge of real problems or they possibly could be already there. I mean they have already lost Andrew Bynum to the NBA. And now, it appears that their two PG's recently decided to engage in some extra-curricular activities by allegedly stealing campus computers. As a result, it looks like me and my buddy Greg will be re-enrolling at UConn next year and handling the rock for Jimmy C. Atleast AJ Price did not almost die last year so that he would want to make sure that he did everything to win next year... OH FUCKEN WAIT....
So that is my recap... I hope the C's do not draft a douche bag tomorrow night... and that some American wins Wimbledon... and of course, I hope for World Peace and the end to world hunger...
oh yeah and that MTV plays a music video in the next 24 hours...
1. The Red Sox-- ok the Red Sox for some reason or another found their magic from last year. I mean minus this evening where I believe they are going to lose, they have won their last seven games in a row. And they have done it by hitting the living shit out of the ball and with dominating starting pitching for the most part. All of this is without Schilling. And now they find themselves in first place. I think that for the Sox to have a successful season they need to win the division this year and make it to the World Series. I mean why not! The White Sox may be ok but I think the Sox can put together a stretch and not those guys out of the AL spot for the Series.
2. The Yankees-- BLOW-- and to be honest, I am almost more interested in their day to day struggles than I am with those of the Red Sox. Mainly this is because at any point as the Yanks lose more and more, the Boss is bound to just lose his shit and fire the entire club. Truly this is what I am hoping for or atleast I am hoping that they simply disband the ball club realizing that their whole existence was a mistake. I am not kidding.
3. The UConn Basketball Team 2005-2006-- This team is on the verge of real problems or they possibly could be already there. I mean they have already lost Andrew Bynum to the NBA. And now, it appears that their two PG's recently decided to engage in some extra-curricular activities by allegedly stealing campus computers. As a result, it looks like me and my buddy Greg will be re-enrolling at UConn next year and handling the rock for Jimmy C. Atleast AJ Price did not almost die last year so that he would want to make sure that he did everything to win next year... OH FUCKEN WAIT....
So that is my recap... I hope the C's do not draft a douche bag tomorrow night... and that some American wins Wimbledon... and of course, I hope for World Peace and the end to world hunger...
oh yeah and that MTV plays a music video in the next 24 hours...
Marriage Is What Brings Us Here Together
So this weekend I went home to the lovely confines of Southeastern CT to attend a friend of the family's wedding. This was a guy who is younger than me but is now married and just bought a house. Next weekend, I will be heading to Chicago to attend another wedding of a friend from high school.
Marriage is an amazing thing to me because in my own life, I seem so far from that point. I mean I have loved and been loved but in my life, it appears that there is something that prevents me from taking that next step to the altar. Instead of being able to progress to that point, I either freak out when someone actually cares for me or I manage to allow my own personal demons take control of my life so that the one who loves me no longer sees the person that they fell in love with. And all of this makes me wonder if I will ever be the one who gets to stand at the altar or as I see it on the waterfront and devote myself to someone else.
Marriage is an amazing thing to me because in my own life, I seem so far from that point. I mean I have loved and been loved but in my life, it appears that there is something that prevents me from taking that next step to the altar. Instead of being able to progress to that point, I either freak out when someone actually cares for me or I manage to allow my own personal demons take control of my life so that the one who loves me no longer sees the person that they fell in love with. And all of this makes me wonder if I will ever be the one who gets to stand at the altar or as I see it on the waterfront and devote myself to someone else.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Another to My List
So I don't know if you read about this guy, but apparently on Tuesday in Chicago a performance artist renacted the images of business people falling from buildings during 9/11 by jumping over thirty times from the roof of the Museum of Contemporary Art. Now, while I have many problems with this whole project, I understand that he is free to express himself and how 9/11 made him feel so even if I don't agree with him, I will not attack him here.
What really bothered me about this whole performance was the quote that I read from an apparent onlooker:
"It was fabulous," said Darlene Schuff, 56. "I just wanted to be a part of it. It's a happening."
Now, I will concede that I do not understand alot of art that is out there. But I am fairly educated, and even still, this quote BLOWS MY FUCKEN MIND... I mean ok maybe what he was doing in her eyes was fabulous... cause I guess renacting people falling from buildings to their deaths is fabulous... I guess... And I can understand someone wanting to be a part of something, I mean I always wanted to be part of organized sports and now that I am not I want to be part of that again. I mean we all like friends. And yes, I also guess that this would be happening... I mean how often do you get to watch a guy pretend to be someone who died on 9/11 but simply does not have the balls to go the whole way so he uses a cable and then repeats this action 30 times.
No wait, none of that is true because that quote does not even make sense in the context of what the artist intended to convey with this piece. From his own words, this was a cathartic way for him to deal with the strong emotions that 9/11 created inside of him. By extension, this was not an act of joy rather it was a way of dealing with inspired pain.
However, this woman did not get the memo on what he was trying to do here. Instead, she and most likely her artsy friends decided that this HAPPENING was a fabulous experience that she needed to be a part of. (her words not mine) Now, I was not in New York City on 9/11 but I know people that were and pretty much the overwhelming tone that I get from these individuals is that in NO WAY, SHAPE, or FORM was this any type of event that anyone wanted to be a part of nor was it fabulous. I am also fairly certain that none of those words were ever used by any onlooker who watched men and women leaping from the Twin Towers to their deaths.
Granted, what happened in Chicago was a performance piece, and it is possible that this woman is a fan of the artist. Clearly, this is the rational explanation for her quote, but even still, why would you say something so idiotic. I mean even if she is a fan of the artist, I am sure there was a better way to articulate what she was feeling at that moment instead of sounding like a drunk socialite who has nothing better to do than spend weekends at the club and weekdays attending these types of events that she needs to be a part of...
Actually that is probably exactly who this person is... and now, she is on the list.
What really bothered me about this whole performance was the quote that I read from an apparent onlooker:
"It was fabulous," said Darlene Schuff, 56. "I just wanted to be a part of it. It's a happening."
Now, I will concede that I do not understand alot of art that is out there. But I am fairly educated, and even still, this quote BLOWS MY FUCKEN MIND... I mean ok maybe what he was doing in her eyes was fabulous... cause I guess renacting people falling from buildings to their deaths is fabulous... I guess... And I can understand someone wanting to be a part of something, I mean I always wanted to be part of organized sports and now that I am not I want to be part of that again. I mean we all like friends. And yes, I also guess that this would be happening... I mean how often do you get to watch a guy pretend to be someone who died on 9/11 but simply does not have the balls to go the whole way so he uses a cable and then repeats this action 30 times.
No wait, none of that is true because that quote does not even make sense in the context of what the artist intended to convey with this piece. From his own words, this was a cathartic way for him to deal with the strong emotions that 9/11 created inside of him. By extension, this was not an act of joy rather it was a way of dealing with inspired pain.
However, this woman did not get the memo on what he was trying to do here. Instead, she and most likely her artsy friends decided that this HAPPENING was a fabulous experience that she needed to be a part of. (her words not mine) Now, I was not in New York City on 9/11 but I know people that were and pretty much the overwhelming tone that I get from these individuals is that in NO WAY, SHAPE, or FORM was this any type of event that anyone wanted to be a part of nor was it fabulous. I am also fairly certain that none of those words were ever used by any onlooker who watched men and women leaping from the Twin Towers to their deaths.
Granted, what happened in Chicago was a performance piece, and it is possible that this woman is a fan of the artist. Clearly, this is the rational explanation for her quote, but even still, why would you say something so idiotic. I mean even if she is a fan of the artist, I am sure there was a better way to articulate what she was feeling at that moment instead of sounding like a drunk socialite who has nothing better to do than spend weekends at the club and weekdays attending these types of events that she needs to be a part of...
Actually that is probably exactly who this person is... and now, she is on the list.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
How Much You Bench Biznatch
So I joined a gym, Maxim Gym in Williamsburg, to be precise. And I am not quite sure how I feel about it. From my previous blog on running, I hope that I made it clear that I really enjoy being outside, facing the elements, and exploring this City by foot. I have always hated gyms because I hate what I view as the gym culture, which mainly involves giant dudes who spend their days at the gym and are on workout number 6 for the day when I walk my out of shape ass in around 9 PM. Most of all, however, I hate lifting weights and using machines where you never go anywhere...
But I had to do it, I had to go to the proverbial dark side because in the last week, Brooklyn and the rest of New York has been hotter than some country in Western Africa as we have apparently decided that this year we will skip Spring and head right into the season known as Hell. I think back in the old days, this season was called Summer, but I still have to do some research on that issue. By the way, this rapid increase in temperature should serve as lesson to each of us to shut our fucken mouths and not complain as we all did a couple of weeks ago when it looked like summer would never come and it was cold. Sometimes, you get what you asked for and sometimes, Mother Nature straps it on and fucks you doggy style with no lube as she has decided to do in the last week. Live and learn people, live and learn.
But I digress.
As a result of this heat, I can run outside only at night or in the early morning around 5 AM. Running in the AM, however, is not an option because I wake up at 8 so there is no chance in that happening. Even with the night runs, I can only do this three times a week since my legs have decided that since I forced them to run that marathon in April that they are rebelling and remind me of this fact by having me endure some form of pain with every step.
And so tonight, I went to the gym for the first time in over a year and some months. And what I realized is that Williamsburg hipsters have one redeeming factor, they totally erase the potential for any form of gym culture neutralizing any of the problems that I discussed above. I mean sure there were a couple of dudes who had arms the size of my quad, and yes, when they thought I was staring at them, they appeared to snarl and lick their lips as if I was a juicy steak or atleast that evening's syringe. (Note: I stare not because I love, but mainly for self-preservation mentally calculating the amount of time to the exit and their potential pounce time). The majority of the gym goers, however, were normal run of the mill hipsters, who though covered with tatoos and piercings, wearing vintage t-shirts, and rocking the latest dirty haircut, just wanted to get their workouts in and be done with it. There were no egos, no pose downs, and limited testosterone. While this almost made me reconsider my entire opinion of hipsters (but not quite), it definitely made me realize that I will be back to my gym in the near future as I work to lose my own neck and bench more than you!!!
But I had to do it, I had to go to the proverbial dark side because in the last week, Brooklyn and the rest of New York has been hotter than some country in Western Africa as we have apparently decided that this year we will skip Spring and head right into the season known as Hell. I think back in the old days, this season was called Summer, but I still have to do some research on that issue. By the way, this rapid increase in temperature should serve as lesson to each of us to shut our fucken mouths and not complain as we all did a couple of weeks ago when it looked like summer would never come and it was cold. Sometimes, you get what you asked for and sometimes, Mother Nature straps it on and fucks you doggy style with no lube as she has decided to do in the last week. Live and learn people, live and learn.
But I digress.
As a result of this heat, I can run outside only at night or in the early morning around 5 AM. Running in the AM, however, is not an option because I wake up at 8 so there is no chance in that happening. Even with the night runs, I can only do this three times a week since my legs have decided that since I forced them to run that marathon in April that they are rebelling and remind me of this fact by having me endure some form of pain with every step.
And so tonight, I went to the gym for the first time in over a year and some months. And what I realized is that Williamsburg hipsters have one redeeming factor, they totally erase the potential for any form of gym culture neutralizing any of the problems that I discussed above. I mean sure there were a couple of dudes who had arms the size of my quad, and yes, when they thought I was staring at them, they appeared to snarl and lick their lips as if I was a juicy steak or atleast that evening's syringe. (Note: I stare not because I love, but mainly for self-preservation mentally calculating the amount of time to the exit and their potential pounce time). The majority of the gym goers, however, were normal run of the mill hipsters, who though covered with tatoos and piercings, wearing vintage t-shirts, and rocking the latest dirty haircut, just wanted to get their workouts in and be done with it. There were no egos, no pose downs, and limited testosterone. While this almost made me reconsider my entire opinion of hipsters (but not quite), it definitely made me realize that I will be back to my gym in the near future as I work to lose my own neck and bench more than you!!!
Monday, June 13, 2005
Repossessing My Own Anger
So clearly last week and the week before, some shit in my life went down. I will not get into the details since I respect and care for the other individual involved, but the brass tax of it is that I do not know what I want in life and thus consistently find a new way to destroy all that is actually good in my world. I have succeeded once again. I know that I will live to regret this and hopefully one day I will make it all good again.
This change of life of course has led me to reconsider all that I know in life and to re-assess how my own life is going. And to be quite frank, I don't like it. If you have read closely throughout these months each of the entries have consistently demonstrated another part of my life that I view as an imperfection. I am a hyper critical guy about my life and the way it is going even if I may doing just great in so many other people's eyes.
To me, I want to be something better than I am. I want to be an individual that never wakes with a hangover. I want to be the type of person that gets up on a Saturday and has run five miles before noon so that I have the rest of the day to take care of whatever is important in my life and still make time for a great dinner that evening. I want to not lose minutes and days due to boredom or laziness.
And you know what this is type of life is what I have wanted for years and every once and awhile and more and more recently on a weekly basis, I find myself lamenting my life choices and wanting to be something else. I want to change but then I never do.
And I guess, I wonder how, HOW do we make these seemingly easy and expansive life changes which are achievable and yet we do not want to put forth the effort to make them work. How is it easier for me to break someone's heart and yet still spend the weekend self-destructing?
I guess that is what I am struggling with right now... And if the answer calls you, let me know.
This change of life of course has led me to reconsider all that I know in life and to re-assess how my own life is going. And to be quite frank, I don't like it. If you have read closely throughout these months each of the entries have consistently demonstrated another part of my life that I view as an imperfection. I am a hyper critical guy about my life and the way it is going even if I may doing just great in so many other people's eyes.
To me, I want to be something better than I am. I want to be an individual that never wakes with a hangover. I want to be the type of person that gets up on a Saturday and has run five miles before noon so that I have the rest of the day to take care of whatever is important in my life and still make time for a great dinner that evening. I want to not lose minutes and days due to boredom or laziness.
And you know what this is type of life is what I have wanted for years and every once and awhile and more and more recently on a weekly basis, I find myself lamenting my life choices and wanting to be something else. I want to change but then I never do.
And I guess, I wonder how, HOW do we make these seemingly easy and expansive life changes which are achievable and yet we do not want to put forth the effort to make them work. How is it easier for me to break someone's heart and yet still spend the weekend self-destructing?
I guess that is what I am struggling with right now... And if the answer calls you, let me know.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Then there was one
I don't want to post... I don't want to eat... I don't want to hurt anymore... I don't want to feel like I am six inches tall... I don't want to feel this empty feeling in the pit of my stomach... and i don't want to cry anymore...
I went to Tennessee... I had a great time... I came back.. and I fucked everything up... and now I am alone... as I was months ago... alone... as I will probably be until I am as old as my parents... alone...
Back to the days of being 27 year old son of bitch with a drinking problem... Great.
I wish there was more to say but I do not have the strength to write much more...
I went to Tennessee... I had a great time... I came back.. and I fucked everything up... and now I am alone... as I was months ago... alone... as I will probably be until I am as old as my parents... alone...
Back to the days of being 27 year old son of bitch with a drinking problem... Great.
I wish there was more to say but I do not have the strength to write much more...
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Tennessee
Well I am off to the Bible Belt... a Red State for the Memorial Day Weekend. This will be my third visit to this area of the country in basically the last 8 months or so. And I have to admit that every time I go, I am truly surprised at how different the area is but yet, how I still manage to truly enjoy this part of the country... I will be back next week to write about the trip to the Dirty South...
Until then, enjoy the Nor' Easter Mother Fuckers...
Until then, enjoy the Nor' Easter Mother Fuckers...
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Brunch It Up
On Sundays in New York City, groups of friends congregate at restaurants, coffee shops or simply their friends' apartments for the traditional Sunday Brunch. The time is often spent discussing the week to come and laughing about the previous night's revelry. (And more importantly to recover from what ever sort of stupor they put themselves in the previous night.)
My group of friends have developed a decent tradition of meeting at one of our apartments, once or twice a month in order to "brunch it up." There was a point where we went to one of the neighborhood restaurants and simply ate together but we realized that it was easier and a bit more fun to simply create the meal together.
Today, the brunch was held at my place, a slightly below street level apartment in the Italian section of Williamsburg where often it is my landlords' and their family's voices, who fill the apartment with noise as they hold one of their weekend dinners or baby-sit their grandson. (The grandson and his voice and mannerisms will be the subject of another entry in the nearby future because there is noise, and then, there is the noise of a young child who clearly does not understand the meaning of the word "no." )
At this point, our brunch production has been culled into a sweet science of interchangeable parts much like Eli Whitney and his cotton gin (actually it is nothing like that but I always like to work a cotton gin reference into my daily existence.) Our standard menu usually involves bacon, eggs, more bacon, some type of meat sausage-esque product (Knockwurst was today’s selection), little more bacon, and then home fries. For drink, we have coffee, orange juice, grapefruit juice, and potentially some type of alcohol. (Cider and mimosas reared their evil heads this morning.)
Through practice and patience while incurring grease burns, real burns, and narrowly avoiding collissions in our tiny kitchens, we have mastered the process by which we create this feast. My favorite part of these events and the reason I encourage their undertaking is not necessarily the meal itself, but rather the fact that they provide the group with a decent block of four hours to simply decompress, talk, and laugh as the clock slowly moves towards Monday morning. And even though it is rare for us to solve the major problems facing our world, we usually manage to keep each other entertained reminding each of us why we are friends in the first place.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Wasting a Beautiful Day
So it's Saturday... and it is practically a perfect Spring Day. Of course, this means that I will be spending the day inside watching the Road Rules/Real World Challenge and probably playing a little Tiger Woods Golf 2005. But why does it have to be that way? Why do I sit inside all day instead of going out and enjoying the day that is... It's truly pathetic in thatI have this weird aversion to the minimal effort that it would take to do something out of doors but instead, I spend the entire day on my ass developing a nice case of swamp ass and chair booty.... While lamenting the fact that I am not doing anything with my life..
And the funny thing is that I make fun of my friends who sit around and play hours of World of Warcraft each day but I am the same except that I do not earn experience points for making myself dumber by watching MTV all day long... Even this self-bashing excerpt is not enough to motivate my lazy bones to move from my perch and turn off Meet the Barkers
Anyway, I have to get back to the couch... this writing requires too much effort..
And the funny thing is that I make fun of my friends who sit around and play hours of World of Warcraft each day but I am the same except that I do not earn experience points for making myself dumber by watching MTV all day long... Even this self-bashing excerpt is not enough to motivate my lazy bones to move from my perch and turn off Meet the Barkers
Anyway, I have to get back to the couch... this writing requires too much effort..
Friday, May 20, 2005
Rational Irrational Hatred
This topic arose the other day through a group of e-mails with my friends from law school regarding who or what in life evokes irrational hatred. These are the types of people, events, or situations that cause your blood to boil even though your logic behind these feelings may be a bit thin. Everyone has them and now I will just admit one and discuss the actor/comedien that I have an rational irrational hatred for... JIMMY FALLON...
First, I will admit that I am a fan of Saturday Night Live. (Please do not stop reading my blog because of that statement.) I grew up watching SNL. When I was little, my parents would tape it every week, and then on Sunday evening, we would watch the previous night's episode during dinner time. (Yes, instead of Andy Rooney, I grew up on Bad Idea Jeans and Schlitz Gay commercials and thus, I am out of my fucken mind.) Anyway, I have continued to watch it through the years... Even this season that has SUCKED, I have probably seen all but two of this season's episodes... My favorite casts in recent years are those featuring Will Ferrell, mainly because I love the fact that in every skit he was in, he would go out there and sell that character or the joke even if he realized it was awfully written or that it was truly not funny... Moreover, he would remain in character through the entire skit and rarely broke character by laughing even when the skit was almost unbearably hilarious.
Jimmy Fallon, on the other hand, is the anti-Ferrell. Whether it be on Weekend Update or while involved in sketches, Jimmy could not remain in character if his life depended on it. As a result, you could always count on Fallon to blow a line or simply breakdown and laugh... And the worst part about it is that Fallon never even tried to control his breaking of character...
I mean there are times throughout the show's history where truly funny moments have seen the actors totally lose it because one of their colleagues was being so funny that it was impossible for those involved to remain in character. A perfect example of a moment like this one of the Motivational Speaker skits with Chris Farley, David Spade, and Christina Applegate... The sketch is classic because Farley is so on that by the end, Spade and Applegate are screening their faces from the view of the camera because they have completely lost it. To me, this type of reaction enhances the bit because as the viewer, you realize that not only do you find the joke funny but the actors who have probably rehearsed the scene numerous times, find it just as funny if not funnier...
But with Fallon, the viewer never got the feeling that he found things to be so funny that he could no longer control himself. Rather, his performances simply broke down with Fallon employing that nervous laugh-talk shtick that he uses whenever he is trying to be a comedian...AND as time has progressed, Fallon has employed this device in everything that he does where a camera is shining in his face whether it be movies or interviews, you can always count on Jimmy to break into nervous laughter at the most inappropriate times...I mean Fallon could be asked about this year's Tsunami and I guarantee that he would first attempt to supply a serious answer but in the end, would break down in nervous laughter...
And I can't fucken stand it... I hate the fact that he has a career that is basically based upon this nervous laugh... I mean how is this funny.... how is it creative that someone instead of actually trying to be a real actor or comedian simply inserts that pathetic nervous laugh and suddenly we are expected to accept that as comedy... I mean are you fucken kidding me... It is a shame that the true comedians that have rose through the ranks of Saturday Night Live have had to share the stage with this comedic hack... and it's even sadder that it appears that Hollywood has apparently bought into this gimic, hook, line, and sinker as now Fallon appears to be landing major film roles... I mean am I blind... AM I THE ONLY ONE ON FUCKEN CRAZY PILLS HERE... How is a nervous laugh instead of selling your soul to deliver a punch line like Ferrell and Farley do and did, make you a comedic talent? It doesn't plain and simple... what it does, is make Fallon the luckiest NO TALENT ASS CLOWN on the face of the Earth...
And for this, I hate him...
By the way, I am getting paid for this... not because I scored a book deal or a writing contract for my blog. But I am sitting at work right now while I write.. and as a result, by extension, i just got paid for that horse shit above.
First, I will admit that I am a fan of Saturday Night Live. (Please do not stop reading my blog because of that statement.) I grew up watching SNL. When I was little, my parents would tape it every week, and then on Sunday evening, we would watch the previous night's episode during dinner time. (Yes, instead of Andy Rooney, I grew up on Bad Idea Jeans and Schlitz Gay commercials and thus, I am out of my fucken mind.) Anyway, I have continued to watch it through the years... Even this season that has SUCKED, I have probably seen all but two of this season's episodes... My favorite casts in recent years are those featuring Will Ferrell, mainly because I love the fact that in every skit he was in, he would go out there and sell that character or the joke even if he realized it was awfully written or that it was truly not funny... Moreover, he would remain in character through the entire skit and rarely broke character by laughing even when the skit was almost unbearably hilarious.
Jimmy Fallon, on the other hand, is the anti-Ferrell. Whether it be on Weekend Update or while involved in sketches, Jimmy could not remain in character if his life depended on it. As a result, you could always count on Fallon to blow a line or simply breakdown and laugh... And the worst part about it is that Fallon never even tried to control his breaking of character...
I mean there are times throughout the show's history where truly funny moments have seen the actors totally lose it because one of their colleagues was being so funny that it was impossible for those involved to remain in character. A perfect example of a moment like this one of the Motivational Speaker skits with Chris Farley, David Spade, and Christina Applegate... The sketch is classic because Farley is so on that by the end, Spade and Applegate are screening their faces from the view of the camera because they have completely lost it. To me, this type of reaction enhances the bit because as the viewer, you realize that not only do you find the joke funny but the actors who have probably rehearsed the scene numerous times, find it just as funny if not funnier...
But with Fallon, the viewer never got the feeling that he found things to be so funny that he could no longer control himself. Rather, his performances simply broke down with Fallon employing that nervous laugh-talk shtick that he uses whenever he is trying to be a comedian...AND as time has progressed, Fallon has employed this device in everything that he does where a camera is shining in his face whether it be movies or interviews, you can always count on Jimmy to break into nervous laughter at the most inappropriate times...I mean Fallon could be asked about this year's Tsunami and I guarantee that he would first attempt to supply a serious answer but in the end, would break down in nervous laughter...
And I can't fucken stand it... I hate the fact that he has a career that is basically based upon this nervous laugh... I mean how is this funny.... how is it creative that someone instead of actually trying to be a real actor or comedian simply inserts that pathetic nervous laugh and suddenly we are expected to accept that as comedy... I mean are you fucken kidding me... It is a shame that the true comedians that have rose through the ranks of Saturday Night Live have had to share the stage with this comedic hack... and it's even sadder that it appears that Hollywood has apparently bought into this gimic, hook, line, and sinker as now Fallon appears to be landing major film roles... I mean am I blind... AM I THE ONLY ONE ON FUCKEN CRAZY PILLS HERE... How is a nervous laugh instead of selling your soul to deliver a punch line like Ferrell and Farley do and did, make you a comedic talent? It doesn't plain and simple... what it does, is make Fallon the luckiest NO TALENT ASS CLOWN on the face of the Earth...
And for this, I hate him...
By the way, I am getting paid for this... not because I scored a book deal or a writing contract for my blog. But I am sitting at work right now while I write.. and as a result, by extension, i just got paid for that horse shit above.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Middle School (EDITED SOBER VERSION)
No this will not be about how much my life sucked in middle school... But it will be about how I view the moment when the school system in my town adopted the middle school system and its homogenized learning methodologies to replace the junior high school as a turning point in my life and society in general... and how the everyone gets award midle school mentality has trickled down to my workplace...
Today as I sat at our daily meeting, my boss announced that people at my office have been complaining about the explicit language used on a daily basis in our office. At first, I became angered and then enraged because I could not believe that people were upset by the use of swears that have become common in the every day language... But then, I became explicitly saddened because I realized that this is all a derivative of the Middle Schoolization of our my society... As I sit here, everything in my life has lost the edge meaning that no matter what level I live in has, life has PC’ed itself as people are more concerned about meaningless bullshit like swearing... and how offensive this is to other people...
Back when there was a junior high school system, for the first time in the progression of your educational experience, performance mattered as kids were treated like yooung adults where they were rewarded for their successes and NOT rewarded when they screwed up. But by adopting the middle schoool system in my hometown and in the country as a whole, everyone got the shot at succeeding.
Although, I firmly believe that actually everyone can succeed, I think that the middle school process through its everyone succeeds philosophy actually provides a false sense of achievement in that instead of being able to realize that a student may not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, all of the kids become lumped together in one collosal piece of academic mediocrity.
Now, I understand how this seems to have zero to do with my problem with my job but in the end it has everything to do with it. This is because I believe that the Middle School mentality has permeated society and thus created a softening process where our Culture has become a little bit too conservative. Actually that is the wrong word, we have become too fucken concerned with making everyone happy because even though Lucy weighs 700 pounds, talks on her work phone all day and brings her kids in three times a week to work to run screaming around the office, heaven forbid if she hears one swear, the whole office will crumble and WE WILL FAIL. To be PC and to not offend your cube-mate has created an overall goal to achieve mediocrity as long as everyone is happy. And this is exactly what is now being taught to the students of our school systems. No longer are we taught that at some point you may have to work hard instead of making excuses for why you cannot cut it. But instead, the systems enables them to simply to exist in the pack without having to worry about success or failure. Then, when people end up in the Real World, they have to start making excuses about their own performance like there is too much swearing or my allergies are really bad today instead of actually working harder and getting the job done...
Today as I sat at our daily meeting, my boss announced that people at my office have been complaining about the explicit language used on a daily basis in our office. At first, I became angered and then enraged because I could not believe that people were upset by the use of swears that have become common in the every day language... But then, I became explicitly saddened because I realized that this is all a derivative of the Middle Schoolization of our my society... As I sit here, everything in my life has lost the edge meaning that no matter what level I live in has, life has PC’ed itself as people are more concerned about meaningless bullshit like swearing... and how offensive this is to other people...
Back when there was a junior high school system, for the first time in the progression of your educational experience, performance mattered as kids were treated like yooung adults where they were rewarded for their successes and NOT rewarded when they screwed up. But by adopting the middle schoool system in my hometown and in the country as a whole, everyone got the shot at succeeding.
Although, I firmly believe that actually everyone can succeed, I think that the middle school process through its everyone succeeds philosophy actually provides a false sense of achievement in that instead of being able to realize that a student may not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, all of the kids become lumped together in one collosal piece of academic mediocrity.
Now, I understand how this seems to have zero to do with my problem with my job but in the end it has everything to do with it. This is because I believe that the Middle School mentality has permeated society and thus created a softening process where our Culture has become a little bit too conservative. Actually that is the wrong word, we have become too fucken concerned with making everyone happy because even though Lucy weighs 700 pounds, talks on her work phone all day and brings her kids in three times a week to work to run screaming around the office, heaven forbid if she hears one swear, the whole office will crumble and WE WILL FAIL. To be PC and to not offend your cube-mate has created an overall goal to achieve mediocrity as long as everyone is happy. And this is exactly what is now being taught to the students of our school systems. No longer are we taught that at some point you may have to work hard instead of making excuses for why you cannot cut it. But instead, the systems enables them to simply to exist in the pack without having to worry about success or failure. Then, when people end up in the Real World, they have to start making excuses about their own performance like there is too much swearing or my allergies are really bad today instead of actually working harder and getting the job done...
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Short and Curlies
Often I think about stuff that I am not sure could be something that I would want to write about for more than three seconds but that I still want to write about... so without further ado, here are my short and curlies...
1. The Red Sox have won their last two games with walk off home runs. The first came yesterday when Kevin Milar who up until Monday had failed to hit a homer this entire season, hit his second of the season and in walk off fashion for the win. Today, the Captain, Jason Varitek hit another walk off around the Pesky Pole in right for the win... (pictures are here at www.bostondirtdogs.com) Now, walk off homers happen to any team during the course of a season, but these home runs are significant because for the first time since the Sox won their first World Series in 86 years last season, the magic from last season appears to be back. Of course, we still have an awful pitching staff and Caveman Damon who appears more interested on trying to secure a spot on MTV's Spring Break than playing baseball but it's a start. Plus, it makes the Yankees current streak all that more tolerable.
2. While we are on the Sox, my dad and I went to Fenway this weekend. It was my Christmas present to him and a pretty big deal in my eyes because the last time I think we went to a game was in the late 80's or early 90's against the Mariners and the Sox SUCKED. Further, at the time, Fenway stood as a crumbling museum to baseball past as the seats were small, the walkways smelled of stale beer, and the bathroom still contained troughs for the patrons to piss in. Now, even though I miss those troughs and the seats remain small, the new renovated park with its better vending stands, bigger concourses and fan friendlier atmosphere has really come along way... Plus, there is just something really cool about going to a baseball game on Mother's Day with your dad. (I mean if you really think of it, it was probably just a great present to my mom to get his lump of an ass out of the house for a day, but I digress) Anyway, it was a great day at the old ball park minus the 40 degree temps, constant rain and wind that as a courtesy blew the rain into our roof covered area directly into our faces. And yet even with the conditions we were dealt and the Sox losing in the end, we still had a great time. (maybe it was the six dollars beers)
3. In my profile and maybe in a post or two, I have stated that I am an attorney. Well this week in attorney-land was my first real chance to observe trials which in the end means that sooner or later, I will be directly costing or saving my client some serious cash as the student will have become the master. As for today, I simply observed voir dire which in legal speak is simply the process by which we select the jurors for our cases. Now although some of this process is truly boring as there is a lot reading over paperwork and redundant/repetitive questioning, the most amazing part of the process is how much the profession that I am a part of becomes a sport at this level. (Now, I know from this entire segment I appear to be a little fascinated with sports, I am obsessed but as stated without these activities in my past, I would be either in an asylum with padded walls orDown State in a maximum security prison after a multi-state hyperactivity induced killing spree.) Anyway, as an attorney, your basic task at this level of the game is to select the members of your jury who in the end will be able to decide the case in the fairest manner. (atleast this is the official stance) BUT TRULY, what you want to do at this level, is to make sure that you pick the best panel who will help you win in the end and hinge on your very word or who at the very least will not SCREW YOU. In a lot of ways, the jury selection becomes a game of high stakes poker where you must be able to read the potential jurors and how they are going to react with the evidence that will be presented to them compounded with considering what your adversary is thinking regarding these same people. However, instead of being able to ask these people every question imaginable, as an attorney, you can only ask really broad and really vague questions such as "will you be able to put your sympathy aside in order to decide this case in a fair and balanced manner?" and yet, you are supposed to be able to anticipate what side this person is going to end up on at the end of the day. For the first time, I am fascinated with what I do, and I can't believe I just said that.
now back to the trimming...
1. The Red Sox have won their last two games with walk off home runs. The first came yesterday when Kevin Milar who up until Monday had failed to hit a homer this entire season, hit his second of the season and in walk off fashion for the win. Today, the Captain, Jason Varitek hit another walk off around the Pesky Pole in right for the win... (pictures are here at www.bostondirtdogs.com) Now, walk off homers happen to any team during the course of a season, but these home runs are significant because for the first time since the Sox won their first World Series in 86 years last season, the magic from last season appears to be back. Of course, we still have an awful pitching staff and Caveman Damon who appears more interested on trying to secure a spot on MTV's Spring Break than playing baseball but it's a start. Plus, it makes the Yankees current streak all that more tolerable.
2. While we are on the Sox, my dad and I went to Fenway this weekend. It was my Christmas present to him and a pretty big deal in my eyes because the last time I think we went to a game was in the late 80's or early 90's against the Mariners and the Sox SUCKED. Further, at the time, Fenway stood as a crumbling museum to baseball past as the seats were small, the walkways smelled of stale beer, and the bathroom still contained troughs for the patrons to piss in. Now, even though I miss those troughs and the seats remain small, the new renovated park with its better vending stands, bigger concourses and fan friendlier atmosphere has really come along way... Plus, there is just something really cool about going to a baseball game on Mother's Day with your dad. (I mean if you really think of it, it was probably just a great present to my mom to get his lump of an ass out of the house for a day, but I digress) Anyway, it was a great day at the old ball park minus the 40 degree temps, constant rain and wind that as a courtesy blew the rain into our roof covered area directly into our faces. And yet even with the conditions we were dealt and the Sox losing in the end, we still had a great time. (maybe it was the six dollars beers)
3. In my profile and maybe in a post or two, I have stated that I am an attorney. Well this week in attorney-land was my first real chance to observe trials which in the end means that sooner or later, I will be directly costing or saving my client some serious cash as the student will have become the master. As for today, I simply observed voir dire which in legal speak is simply the process by which we select the jurors for our cases. Now although some of this process is truly boring as there is a lot reading over paperwork and redundant/repetitive questioning, the most amazing part of the process is how much the profession that I am a part of becomes a sport at this level. (Now, I know from this entire segment I appear to be a little fascinated with sports, I am obsessed but as stated without these activities in my past, I would be either in an asylum with padded walls orDown State in a maximum security prison after a multi-state hyperactivity induced killing spree.) Anyway, as an attorney, your basic task at this level of the game is to select the members of your jury who in the end will be able to decide the case in the fairest manner. (atleast this is the official stance) BUT TRULY, what you want to do at this level, is to make sure that you pick the best panel who will help you win in the end and hinge on your very word or who at the very least will not SCREW YOU. In a lot of ways, the jury selection becomes a game of high stakes poker where you must be able to read the potential jurors and how they are going to react with the evidence that will be presented to them compounded with considering what your adversary is thinking regarding these same people. However, instead of being able to ask these people every question imaginable, as an attorney, you can only ask really broad and really vague questions such as "will you be able to put your sympathy aside in order to decide this case in a fair and balanced manner?" and yet, you are supposed to be able to anticipate what side this person is going to end up on at the end of the day. For the first time, I am fascinated with what I do, and I can't believe I just said that.
now back to the trimming...
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Sprung
As stated I live in Brooklyn... but I live in the Williamsburg portion... which means that I probably should be in either a vegan punk band or living off my trust fund. But I am neither... In the end, however, the area I live in consists of a lot of old Italian families who have owned their homes through the old times when Williamsburg was a little more gritty to new times, where the property value has risen at the cost of many families moving out. It creates an odd dynamic because the young who live here bring money to the area but also create an area that may be a lot louder than what they were used to...
Such conflict is what I observed tonight on the street out in front of my house. Across the way, I witnessed a group of utes, who decided to indulge in a pure sign of Spring, a game of wiffle ball. And while this team of evening all stars rocked shot after shot off of their apartment building, an older woman, who clearly remembered the quieter days of the neighborhood, stood there and watched. I mean she stood there and judged. At first, I hoped that she had remembered a Spring of her youth where she stayed out late. She, however, was having none of it. She wanted the peace and tranquility of her past and not the playful youths she was being terrorized with.
But to me this silent struggle symbolizes the season of Spring because throughout my life, Spring always seemed to fully come into its own when I was out late one night and one of my parents would emerge from the shadows to inform me that although I thought I could simply stay out all night that there were still rules in my life. These rules if broken represented a change from the norm that even if my parents like the old woman, realized they were unable to prevent grasped at their strands to impede their progress...
Spring is defined by conflict. And without conflict, there is no Spring.
Such conflict is what I observed tonight on the street out in front of my house. Across the way, I witnessed a group of utes, who decided to indulge in a pure sign of Spring, a game of wiffle ball. And while this team of evening all stars rocked shot after shot off of their apartment building, an older woman, who clearly remembered the quieter days of the neighborhood, stood there and watched. I mean she stood there and judged. At first, I hoped that she had remembered a Spring of her youth where she stayed out late. She, however, was having none of it. She wanted the peace and tranquility of her past and not the playful youths she was being terrorized with.
But to me this silent struggle symbolizes the season of Spring because throughout my life, Spring always seemed to fully come into its own when I was out late one night and one of my parents would emerge from the shadows to inform me that although I thought I could simply stay out all night that there were still rules in my life. These rules if broken represented a change from the norm that even if my parents like the old woman, realized they were unable to prevent grasped at their strands to impede their progress...
Spring is defined by conflict. And without conflict, there is no Spring.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
And I LOVE deeper
Country music is an evil evil word in the "eastern" culture's rolodex of accepted music. But to me, I have found an almost unexplainable love of this genre. I was first introduced to a pure fan of country through law school in my buddy, Shaun, who it seems at some point while he was a student at The College of the Holy Cross caught a case of the country and never was able to quite shake himself of this illness. As a result, he began to spread his illness to the masses or atleast the population at my law school. Fortunately for me, I was able to avoid this disease by inundating myself with a lot overly produced and relatively juvenile selection of pop punk bands.
To my dismay, however, after I graduated, I began to listen to something other than the crap that I infested my soul with while trying to figure out the Federal Tax Code and came to realize that country today in many ways is just the classic rock music that I heard on a daily basis on 104.3. I think in alot of ways, country music is a pure form of just making music and just trying to rock and as a result, I believe that a lot of country artists have capitalized on this factor and become quite successful. Thus country today in many ways has become the ZZ Top or Charlie Daniels(and yes I know he was country) band of the old.... So now I find myself flipping around on Sirius and tapping my foot to some country song that I may not even know the artist but that I still find to contain a little bit of rock n' roll...
And yes, I am prepared to be judged.
To my dismay, however, after I graduated, I began to listen to something other than the crap that I infested my soul with while trying to figure out the Federal Tax Code and came to realize that country today in many ways is just the classic rock music that I heard on a daily basis on 104.3. I think in alot of ways, country music is a pure form of just making music and just trying to rock and as a result, I believe that a lot of country artists have capitalized on this factor and become quite successful. Thus country today in many ways has become the ZZ Top or Charlie Daniels(and yes I know he was country) band of the old.... So now I find myself flipping around on Sirius and tapping my foot to some country song that I may not even know the artist but that I still find to contain a little bit of rock n' roll...
And yes, I am prepared to be judged.
Blogger's Block
Do we experience this? We meaning the millions and millions who blog and if we do, does that mean, we are trying too hard. I think that the great thing about blogs is that originally, they provided an interesting space for the many who could not read their own handwriting or for those who can type faster than they can actually put pen to paper. Either way, I thought that blogs originated as a means to just whatever the fuck was on your mind and that was that.
AND THEN I TRIED TO CREATE MY OWN...
And to me, my first three entries have not been that bad in terms of moving away from what I criticize above.. but then in the last couple of days, I have had nothing to write and unfortunately, the blog became the last thing on my mind until I thought about it and began to wonder if I was truly overthinking my blog and what it contained. As a result of this self-analysis, I began to think about the whole concept in general and how it has in many regards truly moved away from a form of simple expression into a more formal, over-processed, and edited form of writing. I mean people today do not necessarily write blogs because they want to just take down their thoughts... Instead, many view them as a means to an end where their writing will get them noticed or lead to bigger and better things... which in the end, I still think is great because it gets people to write and atleast put their thoughts down. BUT in that same breath, when that thought process becomes too much of chore or where you truly worry about what you wrote in the second sentence of paragraph two, sentence three, then there is a problem... and to me that is what I want to avoid... I mean I have ticks about spellling or the sentences sounding correct... but in the end, I want to try and keep this the way it should be or as I think it should be i.e. a flow of ideas that you can read, ignore, use as toilet paper but remain what I wanted to write at the moment... now I just have to figure out what the fuck i want to write about...
AND THEN I TRIED TO CREATE MY OWN...
And to me, my first three entries have not been that bad in terms of moving away from what I criticize above.. but then in the last couple of days, I have had nothing to write and unfortunately, the blog became the last thing on my mind until I thought about it and began to wonder if I was truly overthinking my blog and what it contained. As a result of this self-analysis, I began to think about the whole concept in general and how it has in many regards truly moved away from a form of simple expression into a more formal, over-processed, and edited form of writing. I mean people today do not necessarily write blogs because they want to just take down their thoughts... Instead, many view them as a means to an end where their writing will get them noticed or lead to bigger and better things... which in the end, I still think is great because it gets people to write and atleast put their thoughts down. BUT in that same breath, when that thought process becomes too much of chore or where you truly worry about what you wrote in the second sentence of paragraph two, sentence three, then there is a problem... and to me that is what I want to avoid... I mean I have ticks about spellling or the sentences sounding correct... but in the end, I want to try and keep this the way it should be or as I think it should be i.e. a flow of ideas that you can read, ignore, use as toilet paper but remain what I wanted to write at the moment... now I just have to figure out what the fuck i want to write about...
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Running On Empty
So I run... it's what I do... and I don't mean away from problems or confrontation. I mean I put on Asics, shorts, and t-shirt and physically run. Like today, I ran the seven miles from my work to my apartment over the Brooklyn Bridge up the east side and then over the Williamsburg Bridge...
I have been running ever since I was 4 or 5 years old when my parents used to take me to Harkness Park in Waterford, CT and race me against other kids my age like a greyhound dog. But unlike most sports' parents who burn their kids out by the time they are 13, mine really did not bring me to those races to win, they just wanted to try to calm me down for ten minutes of their lives. (really when I think about it, i probably should have worn a helmet when I was little)
To this day, I continue to do it, and as a result, the obsession has continued to grow in that I recently completed my first marathon. Through it all, however, I think that the driving force behind my love of running is that I love the solidarity (I run alone, always) and I love the fact that through running you get a unique perspective of the area in which you live because instead of being underground or in a car or whatever, you are exposed to everything around you on a very unprotected basis. I get to run over bridges instead being transported across them... I feel the wind, the rain, the snow, and the sun without a buffer.
Running provides me with something unique, something pure, and admittingly something completely crazy. In the end, however, that is why I love it because too often, I think that we stay inside when it rains or snows or never get to enjoy a really nice day and especially in New York City where we spend most of our time in an office or under the ground and that exposure passes us by. But when I run, I get to deal with all of it and frankly, I love it.
I have been running ever since I was 4 or 5 years old when my parents used to take me to Harkness Park in Waterford, CT and race me against other kids my age like a greyhound dog. But unlike most sports' parents who burn their kids out by the time they are 13, mine really did not bring me to those races to win, they just wanted to try to calm me down for ten minutes of their lives. (really when I think about it, i probably should have worn a helmet when I was little)
To this day, I continue to do it, and as a result, the obsession has continued to grow in that I recently completed my first marathon. Through it all, however, I think that the driving force behind my love of running is that I love the solidarity (I run alone, always) and I love the fact that through running you get a unique perspective of the area in which you live because instead of being underground or in a car or whatever, you are exposed to everything around you on a very unprotected basis. I get to run over bridges instead being transported across them... I feel the wind, the rain, the snow, and the sun without a buffer.
Running provides me with something unique, something pure, and admittingly something completely crazy. In the end, however, that is why I love it because too often, I think that we stay inside when it rains or snows or never get to enjoy a really nice day and especially in New York City where we spend most of our time in an office or under the ground and that exposure passes us by. But when I run, I get to deal with all of it and frankly, I love it.
Like a fine wine...
It's weird how as you get older life things that never bothered you, start to be source of annoyance on a daily basis. Maybe not a source of annoyance but they start to be something that you reflect on while you are riding the subway on the way to work next to some drunk dude who clearly started the morning by skipping the shower and heading straight for a Four Horsemen chased by some Cognac (which I had mixed with piss once). The other day I had one of these moments where I realized that soon my parents will be the same age as my grandparents were when I had my first coherent memory of them. Meaning that since most of grandparents have had a finite existence since then, I can calculate how many more years I have with parents. And let me tell you that fucks me up because in turn that soon means at some point when"little me" i.e. my son or daughter roams the earth, he will first realize he has grandparents and then potentially at some point in the future, he too will be sitting at a computer (which will probably be embedded in his brain at that point) discussing how his dad is old. .. and how much time he has left...
Monday, April 25, 2005
When you are critical, then make lemonade...
It all started a week ago when I commented on a buddy of mine's own blog. I was critical of the content of one of his postings and let him and its subject know it. But something did not sit quite right with me about the situation. I mean there he was just posting about his everyday life and there I was like a shark on blood going for the layup by attacking his musings without really putting myself out there for public analysis myself.
So after a little liquid courage, here I sit, laptop at my knees (away from the crotch as to not cause me to be sterile) ready to reveal to the world my inner most thoughts. I cannot promise much to be honest with you, kind reader. Most of the time, I am just a hyper guy who is never happy with anything that I do or accomplish. I am always searching whether it be for the meaning of life, my next career twist, or my house keys and wallet which I lose on average once a day... But hopefully, I will write atleast once a week and you will read... (and by you, I mean Greg, Dan, and Ian cause I really don't think anyone else out there in Blog obsession land gives two pints of piss about some angry Nutmegger who moved to NYC and now just wants to punch most of the people he sees on the subway platform in the throat)
OH what I forgot to mention is that I am angry, always. I have been angry for atleast the 11 years ago. What triggered this anger is really unknown to me but I think that it has to do with not being happy. As a result, I basically spend most of my day being unhappy and then getting angry about being unhappy which of course leads me to become angrier... it is a recipe for success if there ever was one.
So I leave you with that as the intro... what comes next is anyone's guess, but I am pretty sure I will be pissed off with whatever it is...
So after a little liquid courage, here I sit, laptop at my knees (away from the crotch as to not cause me to be sterile) ready to reveal to the world my inner most thoughts. I cannot promise much to be honest with you, kind reader. Most of the time, I am just a hyper guy who is never happy with anything that I do or accomplish. I am always searching whether it be for the meaning of life, my next career twist, or my house keys and wallet which I lose on average once a day... But hopefully, I will write atleast once a week and you will read... (and by you, I mean Greg, Dan, and Ian cause I really don't think anyone else out there in Blog obsession land gives two pints of piss about some angry Nutmegger who moved to NYC and now just wants to punch most of the people he sees on the subway platform in the throat)
OH what I forgot to mention is that I am angry, always. I have been angry for atleast the 11 years ago. What triggered this anger is really unknown to me but I think that it has to do with not being happy. As a result, I basically spend most of my day being unhappy and then getting angry about being unhappy which of course leads me to become angrier... it is a recipe for success if there ever was one.
So I leave you with that as the intro... what comes next is anyone's guess, but I am pretty sure I will be pissed off with whatever it is...
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