Category Archives: Personal Stuff

It comes but once a year, or, two notches above the big 3-0

Yep. i’m 32 today. Officially an ‘old guy’ to the 20-somethings, I think i’m still in pretty good shape. Truth be told, you haven’t lived until you get this old whippersnappers, you just haven’t. (Jesus, i’m starting to sound like an adult. meh..)

I had to work today, as my current place of employment has shunned me by not declaring today a holiday, and sending everyone home (I keed, I keed…)! Oh well. I don’t have any plans for my big day, and as usual, don’t really celebrate (my own) birthdays. My friends, however, have planned a little get together in my honor after work, so i’ll keep ya updated….

X-Mas Eve: what a time to be sitting alone at a computer screen

Merry Christmas Eve, ya yuletide kooks! I hope all is still well with both of my readers. The cutoff time for my dsl line supposedly ends 2 days from now. I’ve made my order to receive new phone and dsl services online, so hopefully my disconnection to cyberspace will be a short hiatus. Life is very difficult for me right now, as i’ve had to sink every last dollar of dough i’ve made thus far (read: just got my first already spent paycheck yesterday) into bills. After all is said and done, and everything is paid for, I think i’ll still be in a deficit for a while. Fuck. There goes eating, I guess…(I keed). But, at least my lovely children (doggies) are well cared for, and they keep me going.

The holiday season is a trip! Year after year, we Americans nearly soil ourselves anticipating this collectively grandiose year-ending celebration of excess and gross materialism. Shit, some of us even attribute relevant meaning from religious icons we worship! Mostly fabricated by big business, X-mas remains a phenomena, in that it never fails to lull us, the American body public, into a mass euphoria derived from the media’s overuse of mass marketing this time of year. Said marketing tends to enforce sappy, family-orientated kitch covertly engineered to pull at heartstrings and induce friendly feelings towards family members that you never speak to throughout the other 95% of the year. Tie in the seemingly subliminal product placement, aggressive manipulation of facts projecting gross consumption as something everyone is doing, and you’ve got X-mas in a nutshell. As much as I am ambivalent to admit as such, I too have been duped time and time again like a drooling moron.

But, i’m not going to get all militant scrooge on you. Allow me to pull whats left of my holiday good cheer out of the storage room. It’s X-mas eve, you know. I am lonely since my breakup, but my family and friends have been in constant contact, and great in boosting my spirits. Kudos to everyone in my little circle-you know who you are, and you know I love ya. I’m going to chill out here tonight with members of my wonderful canine family, crack open a bottle of vino, pop some chemically altered microwave popcorn, and watch “A Christmas Story” for the 9 millionth time on my big screen (”you’ll shoot your eye out!”). It just doesn’t get any better than this, folks. Merry X-mas, everyone. Thanks for reading!

Sorry for the Hiatus, or, Welcome to My Nightmare

Forgive the delay in updating, but much shit has happened as of late, which has subsequently prevented me from doing anything website related. First off, me and Lynda have split up.

Now, i’m not going to be petty, get into semantics, or point out who is at fault. I think our feelings are pretty mutual, and that the time to simply depart this relationship had come, and that we needed to put this chapter of our lives behind us. I believe we still love each other very much, but the torch that signified our romance has burned out. She has subsequently taken up residence elsewhere (read: moved out), and I wish her nothing best of luck. I won’t bother sugar coating it – these past few weeks have been a rather shitty and depressing state of affairs. My little family that once was, is now broken. I’ve nothing left but tiny shreds in which to piece something together. It sucks ass, but I’ve just got to get it together and move on. I, for one, cannot wait to see what this sudden change of life has in store for me.

So now, i’m officially single again, just before the holiday season. Nice, eh? Nothing like a little depression and fear for my future, coupled with anxiety afflicted by a new found loneliness to fuel holiday cheer. Happy fuckin’ Holidaze, baby! At least I get to spend quality time with my babies (dogs) and dote on them over X-mas and New Years. One of my beloved pups will end up living with the now “ex” girlfriend after the new year, so I have a few weeks until I become a complete friggin’ basket case over it. I beg for strength.

Okay, i’m done with the self-deprecating downer bullshit. If you’ve bothered to read this far, congratulations. You are even more of a pathetic bastard than I, which subsequently, just made me feel a lot better about myself, thanks! Anywho, I just wanted to give my faithful readers (both of you) an update as to my absence around here lately. Now you know, freaks, so shaddap about it, or I will be forced to kill you where you stand, heathen.

Believe it or not, aside from my life taking a crash-and-burn detour, some good shit has happened to me as well. First, I found a steady gig making decent money, so having to seriously consider the exciting occupation of ‘hobo’ is no longer necessary. Its a very laid-back job with a small lighting management firm. The operation is similar in size to New Century, but the drama is almost non-existent, and the folks I work with are much more fun to be around. I’ve taken over the house (another good thing), and once the piles from our separation have eroded, this place might truly be a nice livable sanctuary once again.

On to other things: things are sorta ‘too quiet’ on the homeland front, as the only activity currently seen from this gov’t. administration is resignation. Yes, nine cabinet members have been replaced as of so far. Among others, victims of the fallout consisted of Colin ‘we insist the source was accurate’ Powell and Johnny ‘homeland security or death’ Ashcroft. Maybe we’ll see another six months or so of nothing to write home about from this staff, until the next earth-shattering media significant event happens (another 9/11? – adorn tinfoil hat now.) which will help instill our beliefs that God only blesses the red, white, and blue, and that we will fucking kick ass no matter what, so don’t even try screwing with us. Oh, and buy American-made, and all that…

Oh, and a shout out to my brother Matt, who’s band, Sator Square has just finished an album. Here’s to hoping they get a signed contract quickly so that I can be their roadie and quit updating this stupid website, and bang hot chicks. Yep, I said it, i’m a single guy now, I said bang hot chicks. It’s like the 1st rule of the rockstar handbook. A side job to the musician, if you will. They must bang hot chicks, or dudes, depending on your style, but they must be hot…and easy. You’re all thinking the same bullshit, don’ lie! On that crude barrage of profanities, i’m outta tha hizzy like the chronic makes Snoop dizzy.

Peace out, yo.

Turkey Day 2004 Highlights

We got back from our trip to Az. late this evening, and I must say it was fun. We ended up driving a different route this time, since my folk’s new place is farther north up the state. Instead of the standard I-5 to I-10 course, we ended up taking I-46 to I-99 through Bakersfield, which eventually led us onto I-40 through Barstow, Needles, dumping us into the northern part of Az. I can’t quite tell if we saved any time versus the usual route, but it was much more scenic, and COLD. We ended up leaving San Jose on Tuesday evening (midnight – technically Wed. morning) and arrived in Prescott around 11:30 (10 1/2 hrs. factoring the time change). Overall, not too bad, I suppose.

However, almost 90% there, we stopped in Kingman for fuel. Being the usual dumb ass Californian I am, I was, of course, driving in my shorts and a t-shirt (hey, the car was warm inside). I noticed that when I pulled into the station, the town was very dark and shadowed by fog, very comparable to what you would see in San Fran. I exited the car thinking nothing of it, which was immediately a HUGE fucking mistake, as the icy air hit my sparsely clothed skin, resulting in my junk rescinding far into my groin regions instantaneously. Brrrrr! WTF? It couldn’t have been more than 20 degrees outside! I went back into the car and got my leather jacket, which helped a little to stifle the freezing weather, but not too much. Plus, my legs were still exposed. I literally sprinted to the heated confines of the station. You see, as I was closely thereafter informed by the cashier, fog in Northern Az. this time of year doesn’t indicate rain, but snow (ah yes, the chilly ‘white stuff’)! I suppose the amused look on her face at my attire said it all, which read: stupid California ‘cornflake’, as my brother John so eloquently assesses us, doesn’t know how to dress for winter. Yeah, well ha ha. I wasn’t expecting snow, and don’t live in Tahoe, so eat me. As we continued the final 70 miles or so, I would see evidence of LOTS of the ‘white stuff’ that had recently fallen.

Shortly after arrival, we unpacked everything and checked out the ‘rents new house. It is gorgeous. Sitting atop a mountainside lot, the new place comes equipped with hardwood flooring, large, double-pane windows providing a gorgeous view of Prescott Valley (I swear, about 40 miles of it!), 2 fireplaces (one in living room, one in master BR), a fantastic kitchen, large outdoor deck, office, and a urinal. Yes, my father put a urinal in his bathroom. How freakin’ cool is that?? Note to self: install urinal, achieve inner peace – check. The house has a lot more, but I choose to let my gallery pics describe the rest, rather than bore you to death with details.

We hung pretty low the first few days, and got to know my parent’s friends, John and Sharon Butasche (hi! if you’re reading). They are a really cool couple who seem to enjoy similar things that my folks do, like online gambling, watching gambling on TV, gambling among themselves, not to mention gambling in a casino. Did I mention they like to gamble (ha ha guys, I keed, I keed…)?? So, dad showed John the world of playing Texas Holdem’ online, seemingly addicting the poor guy for life in the process. The only times he seemed to have left the forbidding screen was to eat, play cards, barbecue, use the bathroom, or sleep. If the urinal had been installed in the office, we may have never met ol’ John. And that would have been a tragedy, as I immediately liked them both.

On T-Day, we traveled to Phoenix to eat and stay over at my brother John’s (not to be confused with John B.) house. Dinner was great, as Barbara presented 2 gobblers: one regular, one smoked. MMMmmm. And, i’m ALL about the smoked stuff. We all ate up, and the men retired to the cleared off table for a game of, as you would probably assume, poker. Needless to say, I lost my ass the first 20 minutes of the game, and it took me hours to get back even. I was sitting at the worst chair at the table luck-wise, so when my brother asked if I would like to change seats with him, I quickly obliged. Guess what? That made all of the difference. We deemed that chair the “Butthole of Doom”, and that it was. Everyone who sat there eventually lost their ass to the powerful suction of the butthole (i’m looking at you, Jack.). It was bigger than all of us – a force not to be reckoned with. I’m glad I moved.

The ensuing days after Thanksgiving were fairly uneventful. We stayed around the house (there wasn’t that much to do in town), I took one more trip out to Phoenix to visit my friend Jason, and that was about it. We drove back starting this morning, and just arrived an hour and a half ago. The trip back sucked ass. Traffic, traffic, and more traffic delayed us by just over two hours on our return. I’m just thinking of flying next time, for Christ sake!

In conclusion, I hope your Thanksgiving was just as fulfilling and fun! Niters.