Monday, June 27, 2016

Let's dance to Joy Division and celebrate the irony





I feel like I should write a blog post without complaining about my job or my family, or wallowing in depression, or lamenting how unhealthy I've become...but sadly, that doesn't leave much to discuss.

I could try writing a flash fiction post, but all of my ideas have dried up. That, along with my rapidly declining health, seems to be a long-term effect of my year-long depression. My creativity is just...gone. Which is kind of a bummer because I had a great idea for a Young Adult novel and I would have loved to see it through.

Also, this young actress would have been perfect for my female lead -- even if my story never made it further than a YA readers/writers forum.


Hello, Kitty Kat

I'm not even sure if I saved a copy of the story. When my aunt died last summer, I lost a great deal of writing motivation. I knew I'd never finish it, and I thought everything I had ever written was rubbish.

Additionally, her house was like a hoarder's dream - there was so much old crap lying around it took two dumpsters, dozens of bags of trash, and my entire immediate family working long hours for two straight weeks to get rid of it all. (At one point I stumbled into her sewing room and found a stack of Time magazines - from 1990.)

I had always been a neat freak until I had my own family and lost control of my life (and my living space) but in my somewhat morbid mindset I was determined not to leave behind a mess of my things for my family to clean should something happen to me. So when I got back to Jerz I put everything I had ever written in a box and ran it all through a shredder. That included a lot of embarrassing journal entries, notes from girls I never dated (so why the heck was I saving them?) and all of my story notes, ideas, and at least two copies of a screenplay I had written a decade ago that sorta morphed into my Lighthouse story.

Maybe there's a paper copy of it left, or maybe there's a digital copy saved on a disk somewhere, I'm not sure. Whatever. I still have the important plot points stored away in my mind, along with some pics of celebrities that sorta kinda resemble my main characters...and this amazing track:




Speaking of music...I really need more music. And I need to organize my music like I organize my baseball cards. This is a much greater task than it should be. Y'all got iPhones, right? Well, I dont. I dont even have iTunes. My last computer crashed after I downloaded an iTunes update and so I still haven't downloaded it on this computer - which I've had for almost two years. All of the CD's I frequently-occasionally listen to have been uploaded, but I use Windows Media Player to play them. Except, as you know, I do not currently have speakers. And so, the only ways I can listen to music are: bring CDs into the car, or listen to my very old iPod.

I feel like an idiot using an iPod when everyone else has an iPhone, but I'd use it anyway if I had any recent music loaded onto it. Which of course I can't do without downloading iTunes (by this point you're probably saying oh just download it already!). For the past few months I've been content with listening to Fall Out Boy and Silversun Pickups for 20 minutes a day on my morning commute. But I need some variety, man.

There are songs I have on my iPod that I dont have anywhere else, and there are songs I burned to blank CDs either through downloads or borrowing CDs from my best friend (the library) that I never uploaded to my iPod. And it's frickin difficult to access any particular song at any particular time.

For instance, the above pic of Kat McNamara is captioned "Hello Kitty Kat" because of a 1994 Smashing Pumpkins song - which I cannot listen to right now because for some dumb reason I never put it on the pod. Also, Harlynn had asked for song suggestions for her next hula hooping video... and I suggested "Song 2" by Blur. Another 90's favorite I can't access at the moment.

That's another problem - my music collection is old as fuck. I rarely hear new music because top 40 is garbage in the US (FOB excluded, of course), and I don't have satellite radio or Pandora. I think I've purchased an average of one CD or album download per year since graduating college.

My (wife's) niece played random selections from her iTunes library during her graduation party, and I recognized exactly four songs: "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana, "Re-Education Through Labor" by Rise Against, and two Sublime songs - "Santeria" and "What I Got." Which led to a spirited sing along with myself, D's sister, and her older brother. Which led to their father openly questioning why a white man would sing reggae. Which led D's sister to jump to the defense of the late, great Brad Nowell - who has been dead for 20 years.

Which led me to feel really, really fucking old.


BTW, do y'all save CDs from artists you used to love even though you've sorta outgrown them? I ask because I have about 20 albums and singles of The Cure I rarely listen to, but I'm never getting rid of them because they were a huge part of my high school years and I'm nostalgic like that.

This track shall be played at my funeral:




That's two melancholy tracks in one post. I'm sorry if I've depressed you on a Monday morning.


Here's another one of my old favorites. It's a much, much more upbeat track. If I could play this at work I wouldn't need energy drinks ;-)









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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

humpday randomness

I wanted to write a short post so that I can stop being a selfish blogger and read/comment on other blogs. So here are a few random thoughts shaking around in my brain...



My street is currently blocked off, and half the roads in town are being paved at the same time. For the next two weeks we have to wake up to the sound of construction vehicles digging up our roads starting at 7am, we have no trash or recycling removal services because access is blocked, we have to park our vehicles at least two blocks away, and we have to leave the house fifteen minutes early because the traffic around town is insane. Oh, and this is happening during the last two weeks of school. Fun times.


I was so frazzled this morning that wifey told me to bring an umbrella because it's going to rain ...and I did not care. 




She told me to bring one yesterday and I did. There wasn't a cloud in the sky until I was halfway home. Then there was a light shower. No biggie. Today does not look good though... it's already thunderstorming, and unless it lets up in the next ninety minutes I will be screwed. And soaked. 


Y'all know about Taryn Southern? Cause I don't. I was going through my desktop folders last week when I found this picture:


It baffled me for two reasons: I could not remember saving it, and I had no idea who she is. It's not like me to save a random picture of a random girl, and so I had to do some Googling because I must know who is occupying 300kb of space in my 'random blog pics' folder. And… I still don’t know who she is. I know her name, but I could not tell you specifically what she does. (For some reason I thought she was a country singer.)

Maybe she does social media things for a living, because she has over 450,000 subscribers on YouTube, which sounds like an insane amount to me... but if vlogging and tweeting and posting selfies is your 9 to 5 then maybe it’s not so hard to accumulate a major city’s worth of followers.

It also helps to be a hot girl. 



Speaking of semi-famous young women... Shailene Woodley was on the news yesterday surrogating for Bernie Sanders. I like that she wore no makeup and gave no fucks about maintaining a 'celebrity' appearance, but she sounded so damn robotic. Everything she said was pretty much word for word what any other supporter would say, and has already said. Yawn. Tris...Hazel...whatever your name is. Just stop. It's over. Get on the winning side. We'll make room for ya ;-)



My mom has become so concerned about my health that she is now offering me money to lose weight. (A long form blog post about this is forthcoming.) She had this idea to give me $100 for every 10 pounds I lose. I told her to save her money. Not happening. But then I thought... how else am I going to afford a case of 2017 Topps Heritage baseball cards? Get a better paying job? Hahahahahaha!!!

Mom assumed I weighted about 215-220 lb, and that’s right around my previous high. I told her that sounded accurate since my pants still fit… but then I weighed myself.

238.8.!! A new personal record!!! Yeeahhh!!


I'm tempted to go to my favorite burger joint and pig out so that I can pad my stats a little. I love my mom, but I'm broke as fuck and I've had my eye on those cards for two years.

I could probably lose 50 pounds by Christmas if properly motivated. Hmmm... show me another pic of that Southern girl...






Challenge accepted!


Starting next week.


Maybe.



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