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Current mood: happy
Beilen Alexis Turner
Born 2:58 a.m., Saturday, October 1st
7 lbs., 11 oz., 21 " tall
My sister's third daughter. All are healthy and well.
I have been watching the other two, and I am now very tired.
01 October 2005
11 August 2005
I am American (too)
Today, I posted a bulletin... a stupid online quiz... one where I was flagged as pretty anti-American. Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not.
I've always been pretty vocal about, and proud of, my Canadian heritage. Doesn't mean I'm anti-American. In fact, I think the most American thing I do is complain about the United States. Isn't that what we're all about. A country born of complaining about the government... and doing something about it. That is our gift and right as Americans.
I speak my mind... maybe its not always in favour of the administration, but I do. And moreover, I act. I vote. I even have been known to write a Congressman. When something isn't to my liking, I will act. I think that's the most American thing to do.
So, that being said, here's my take on being an American, as written by our friend Billy Joe:
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mindfuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.
Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information nation of hysteria.
It's going out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Currently listening :
American Idiot
By Green Day
Release date: 21 September, 2004
I've always been pretty vocal about, and proud of, my Canadian heritage. Doesn't mean I'm anti-American. In fact, I think the most American thing I do is complain about the United States. Isn't that what we're all about. A country born of complaining about the government... and doing something about it. That is our gift and right as Americans.
I speak my mind... maybe its not always in favour of the administration, but I do. And moreover, I act. I vote. I even have been known to write a Congressman. When something isn't to my liking, I will act. I think that's the most American thing to do.
So, that being said, here's my take on being an American, as written by our friend Billy Joe:
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mindfuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.
Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information nation of hysteria.
It's going out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Currently listening :
American Idiot
By Green Day
Release date: 21 September, 2004
18 July 2005
I got down and dirty at OzzFest...
Archived MySpace blog
Current mood: beat
... just not in the good way.
Soaked.
Hot all morning. Yeah, we got there about 10. Saw a lot of second stage bands. Good time. Got kinda hot, but then the rain came. Ducked in under a Pavilion. Second downpour... not so lucky. On the lawn, right before Zakk Wylde. Nothing one can do, but sit back, and embrace the rain...
Yup, soaked.
Covered in mud.
So the rain stops. Wet ground + festival show = competitive sod lobbing. Yay. I made it my point to enjoy the show, so there I stood, in a pocket a relative emptiness, bright white tank top, mud flying back and forth overhead. I stood fast, for another band and a half, just enjoying the show in the crossfire of the muddy idiots, but eventually....
Yeah, covered in mud.
The Trooper.
Learned a few things on the lawn. Learned that I really like Shadows Fall, and that I don't like Mudvayne nearly as much as I thought I did. Learned that a mob of retarded teenagers will follow the first drunken idiot with disdain for landscaping. Learned that even when you run sound at OzzFest for a living, every once in a while you just forget to turn on the PA main when the next band starts. And most important right now, I learned that just when things look bleak, you can just start wailing on that unforgettable riff...
The beginning of "The Trooper".
Down and dirty.
So the night is winding down. Shorts are drying off. Lawn is wet. Its dark. The ground is now littered with piss, puke, empty beer cups, and Lord knows what else. Let's have sex. No, not me. But these 2 randoms about 20 feet to my left. Free show. Not like I haven't already seen the 10 or so girls who thought airbrushing was a reasonable alternative to shirts. You know, when I hear "The Wizard" I get in the mood, too. OK, not really, but it was working for them. Well maybe not really.
"Girl, who's name I never got, could you go grab that piece of dirty plastic over there. We can wrap ourselves in it, and then maybe no one will notice what we're doing."
"But we've already been going at it for ten minutes."
"Yeah, but I don't think I can finish unless my bare ass is pressed against someone's dirty discarded plastic."
Yeah, not dirty in the porn movie way. No, it was something that can only happen at OzzFest. On the lawn, in a pile of garbage, with an audience of sweaty metal-heads...
Getting down and dirty.
Current mood: beat
... just not in the good way.
Soaked.
Hot all morning. Yeah, we got there about 10. Saw a lot of second stage bands. Good time. Got kinda hot, but then the rain came. Ducked in under a Pavilion. Second downpour... not so lucky. On the lawn, right before Zakk Wylde. Nothing one can do, but sit back, and embrace the rain...
Yup, soaked.
Covered in mud.
So the rain stops. Wet ground + festival show = competitive sod lobbing. Yay. I made it my point to enjoy the show, so there I stood, in a pocket a relative emptiness, bright white tank top, mud flying back and forth overhead. I stood fast, for another band and a half, just enjoying the show in the crossfire of the muddy idiots, but eventually....
Yeah, covered in mud.
The Trooper.
Learned a few things on the lawn. Learned that I really like Shadows Fall, and that I don't like Mudvayne nearly as much as I thought I did. Learned that a mob of retarded teenagers will follow the first drunken idiot with disdain for landscaping. Learned that even when you run sound at OzzFest for a living, every once in a while you just forget to turn on the PA main when the next band starts. And most important right now, I learned that just when things look bleak, you can just start wailing on that unforgettable riff...
The beginning of "The Trooper".
Down and dirty.
So the night is winding down. Shorts are drying off. Lawn is wet. Its dark. The ground is now littered with piss, puke, empty beer cups, and Lord knows what else. Let's have sex. No, not me. But these 2 randoms about 20 feet to my left. Free show. Not like I haven't already seen the 10 or so girls who thought airbrushing was a reasonable alternative to shirts. You know, when I hear "The Wizard" I get in the mood, too. OK, not really, but it was working for them. Well maybe not really.
"Girl, who's name I never got, could you go grab that piece of dirty plastic over there. We can wrap ourselves in it, and then maybe no one will notice what we're doing."
"But we've already been going at it for ten minutes."
"Yeah, but I don't think I can finish unless my bare ass is pressed against someone's dirty discarded plastic."
Yeah, not dirty in the porn movie way. No, it was something that can only happen at OzzFest. On the lawn, in a pile of garbage, with an audience of sweaty metal-heads...
Getting down and dirty.
14 July 2005
Does anyone have a high powered assault rifle?
Archived MySpace blog
Current mood: disgruntled
If so, can you bring it to me at work? Thanks.
Current mood: disgruntled
If so, can you bring it to me at work? Thanks.
29 June 2005
The Bar Show
Archived MySpace blog
Current mood: jubilant
There's little much more I can say that the title doesn't already convey.
Monday, well possibly most importantly, for those of you who understand, Monday I took my first scheduled day off since April 2004.
So, I spent that well-earned day off at the New York City Bar Show at the Javvits Center. And what a time it was.
On paper, I went because I wanted to network... find a place to bartend so I have an established gig for when I quit my job with the State and go to nursing school. The reality of it, however, is that the Bar Show is not a place to meet bar owners, its simply a place to get absolutely plowed, 1/2 ounce at a time.
But really, why would I have any complaints about that?
Great time. Great company. Bigg and Firecracker, you two definitely rock! The only thing better would be if Bigg would forward me the pictures. C'mon, there's a pic of me with George Wendt!
Same time next year?
Current mood: jubilant
There's little much more I can say that the title doesn't already convey.
Monday, well possibly most importantly, for those of you who understand, Monday I took my first scheduled day off since April 2004.
So, I spent that well-earned day off at the New York City Bar Show at the Javvits Center. And what a time it was.
On paper, I went because I wanted to network... find a place to bartend so I have an established gig for when I quit my job with the State and go to nursing school. The reality of it, however, is that the Bar Show is not a place to meet bar owners, its simply a place to get absolutely plowed, 1/2 ounce at a time.
But really, why would I have any complaints about that?
Great time. Great company. Bigg and Firecracker, you two definitely rock! The only thing better would be if Bigg would forward me the pictures. C'mon, there's a pic of me with George Wendt!
Same time next year?
07 June 2005
The Summer blahs?
Everybody's heard of the Winter blahs. Heck, the retard powers that be have even created a diagnosis (read: label) of SAD - Seasonal Affective Disorder. But what about the summer blahs. OK, so we don't have Vitamin D to blame for this one. But they seem to be here. I don't think I'm the only one.
The dynamic of things has just been odd. Maybe its just me. This should be the end of the Winter -- being trapped inside. This should be the end of my stress. Things are just better. My niece has been home from the hospital, doing well. Other things have changed in my life. My job isn't as bad as its been. All the really stressful things are past.
So what? The letdown. Is it possible to be so used to stress, so accustomed to the issues, that when you're not running ragged you don't know what to do with yourself? I know I'm the kind of guy who thrives off chaos -- I've always thought I should work for FEMA or something -- but do I need it? Maybe I do. I've noticed that I'm doing things that maybe create more stress than I need to. Maybe subconsciously I need the added stress.
I hope not. Creating extra stress in my life doesn't make much sense. So why am I feeling off? And is it just me, or is off the order of the day these days? Maybe its time for a change. Maybe change is in the breeze and I just need to reach out with my kite and catch it and go for a ride to where it takes me.
Perhaps its time to dig out my kite.
The dynamic of things has just been odd. Maybe its just me. This should be the end of the Winter -- being trapped inside. This should be the end of my stress. Things are just better. My niece has been home from the hospital, doing well. Other things have changed in my life. My job isn't as bad as its been. All the really stressful things are past.
So what? The letdown. Is it possible to be so used to stress, so accustomed to the issues, that when you're not running ragged you don't know what to do with yourself? I know I'm the kind of guy who thrives off chaos -- I've always thought I should work for FEMA or something -- but do I need it? Maybe I do. I've noticed that I'm doing things that maybe create more stress than I need to. Maybe subconsciously I need the added stress.
I hope not. Creating extra stress in my life doesn't make much sense. So why am I feeling off? And is it just me, or is off the order of the day these days? Maybe its time for a change. Maybe change is in the breeze and I just need to reach out with my kite and catch it and go for a ride to where it takes me.
Perhaps its time to dig out my kite.
09 May 2005
A bad day on MySpace is better than a good day of work...?
Archived MySpace blog
Current mood: cheerful
So, here it is. Been a long tome since I blogged anything. Hell, the environment has even changed. What's this insert emoticon deal?
So, what do I have to say. See, I'm not good at this. My blogs usually come out of negative emotion, and lately I've been quite happy. But, as my friend Beth pointed out recently, maybe people want to hear about being happy, too.
My niece is doing well, may be out of the hospital (finally) as early as today. 7 1/2 months old, and over 9 pounds now.
My other niece never ceases to amaze me as to how brilliant she's becoming. 2 years old, and she speaks the Queen's English. She may have some issues with her teachers in a couple years because of it, but I'll go down there and kick some verbal ass for her. As I said to my 5th grade English teacher, the course isn't called American.
My third niece -- yes, my sister is a baby-machine -- is due in October, and everything seems to be going quite well.
Went over to Mom's for Mother's Day with the intention of taking her out to dinner yesterday. Instead, she ended up cooking me dinner, and we watched Star Wars Episode II together. Did I ever mention that my Mom rocks?
Still reeling over the fact that I seem to have the coolest friends in the universe. Really, if I don't say it enough, each and every one of you rocks. Currently, I'd really like to thank my new adopted brothers, the Timmys, for inviting me to the gym with them. Every day I wake up sore as hell, and curse their very existence, but I do love going to the gym. I've wanted to get in shape for some time, but I knew I couldn't motivate myself. Now its one brain and 3 retardedly over-inflated egos.
So, I guess I am just happy. Odd place for me, I guess. Probably not so good at expressing it. Probably neglecting a lot of people and a lot of specific reasons why I feel the way I do. So each one of you who read this, think of something you've said to me, or something you've done for me, or just the last time you saw me, and give yourself a big hug from me. I love you all.
Current mood: cheerful
So, here it is. Been a long tome since I blogged anything. Hell, the environment has even changed. What's this insert emoticon deal?
So, what do I have to say. See, I'm not good at this. My blogs usually come out of negative emotion, and lately I've been quite happy. But, as my friend Beth pointed out recently, maybe people want to hear about being happy, too.
My niece is doing well, may be out of the hospital (finally) as early as today. 7 1/2 months old, and over 9 pounds now.
My other niece never ceases to amaze me as to how brilliant she's becoming. 2 years old, and she speaks the Queen's English. She may have some issues with her teachers in a couple years because of it, but I'll go down there and kick some verbal ass for her. As I said to my 5th grade English teacher, the course isn't called American.
My third niece -- yes, my sister is a baby-machine -- is due in October, and everything seems to be going quite well.
Went over to Mom's for Mother's Day with the intention of taking her out to dinner yesterday. Instead, she ended up cooking me dinner, and we watched Star Wars Episode II together. Did I ever mention that my Mom rocks?
Still reeling over the fact that I seem to have the coolest friends in the universe. Really, if I don't say it enough, each and every one of you rocks. Currently, I'd really like to thank my new adopted brothers, the Timmys, for inviting me to the gym with them. Every day I wake up sore as hell, and curse their very existence, but I do love going to the gym. I've wanted to get in shape for some time, but I knew I couldn't motivate myself. Now its one brain and 3 retardedly over-inflated egos.
So, I guess I am just happy. Odd place for me, I guess. Probably not so good at expressing it. Probably neglecting a lot of people and a lot of specific reasons why I feel the way I do. So each one of you who read this, think of something you've said to me, or something you've done for me, or just the last time you saw me, and give yourself a big hug from me. I love you all.
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