Archived MySpace blog
Current mood: bored
Well, Tom is "doing maintenance" on my page again. Can't access home or mail. Effectively I've been reduced to blog status only. That's OK I guess. When it comes down to it, blogging is why I signed up for MySpace in the first place.
So, what to blog about...
I'm hot and sweaty. You needed to know that, right? Yeah, but I am. This is a desk job... I thought. But today the shredding drew came to collect boxes (and boxes -- 200+ to be precise) of disposed files. With no warning, we had no way to separate out which ones stay and which go -- then again, there's no room in the vault for all the boxes, let alone a way to make organized piles. So anyway...
Running around in "The Vault", an unventilated 25'x25' room, full to the ceiling with stacks of bankers boxes -- 11"x14" cardboard boxes with lids that don't fit right -- with a red Sharpie, putting giant red X's on all the boxes that must go -- all 200 of them.
So yeah, and did I mention that I decided to dress nicely today? No khakis and a polo -- as you all know as my generic work uniform -- today. No, I decided to dress. Black pleated pants, nice microfiber tan shirt, elegant sweat-stains on the armpits. What the fuck!?!
So that's my deal at the moment. Hot, sweaty, disgusting, aggravated with the timing of the Universe, aggravated with MySpace Tom, blogging. And my coffee's cold; 1 hour and 10 minutes to lunch.
But I'm not working tomorrow. That makes today bearable. Anticipation cancels out aggravation? Maybe so. No, nothing can be terribly bad, for tomorrow, I will be in Manhattan, at Madison Square Garden, for the New York Rangers home opener.
No, you are correct, I am not a Rangers fan. Never have been, never will be. But their opponent just so happens to be... the Greatest Team in the History of Professional Sport*... Le Club de Hockey Canadien de Montréal... affectionately known as the Habs... the Montreal Canadiens. And trying to get tickets to their home opener, and get to Montreal for it, not so much happening.
So, sore throat, sweaty pits, stupid guys from the shredding company, non-functional MySpace, I shall endure. For tomorrow, I shall rejoice in the splendor that is the return of professional hockey.
* claim to the title of "Greatest Team in the History of Professional Sport" based on number of Professional Championships won: Montreal Canadiens (NHL), 27 Stanley Cups; New York Yankees (MLB), 26 World Series Titles; Boston Celtics (NBA), 16 World Championships.
05 October 2005
01 October 2005
Its a girl
Archived MySpace blog
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.
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.
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.
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