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yesterday was a long ass fucking day.

a LONGASS fucking day, not a long ASSFUCKING day, just to clarify.

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and yes, by yesterday i mean last saturday.  sorry, reinvigorating the blog is a process.

it’s wednesday of a very strange week – with half of my company in denver for a conference it’s been both a ghost town and busy as fuck.

so, uh, timeline:

saturday, AM:   i get up early and eddie picks me up to go on an adventure.  our mission?:  go sell his surfboard on bambridge island (sp?)!  the task itself didn’t seem particularly interesting but i had never been to the island so i figured, eh, what the fuck?

so we hopped on the ferry (after 20 minutes of synchronized texting intended to both annoy and amuse julie) and enjoyed the half hour ride on over.

ride highlights?  stalking some little blonde girl and pretending we were spies whilst pretending to play lazer tag.  yeah, we’re awesome.

so on the island?  goddamn nothing.  boring as nutz, but, conversely, had a super fun day.  we rolled in to their “downtown” and got a late brunch.  he had some kind of griddle deal, i had a crab ‘n swiss omelette.  and you know what?  the omelette kicked my ass.  i am tragically still traumatized by this.  i never thought i wouldn’t be able to finish an omelette.  i feel like less of a man.  sigh.

anywho.  then we went to a casino to wait for eddie’s business partner to show.  we didn’t gamble or anything, we both pissed (and eddie farted a couple times) and then we watched roulette.  i have to admit, and i know this is bizarre, but casinos kinda terrify me.  i don’t know what it is.  gambling freaks me out.  it’s a lack of self confidence thing i think.  gambling is like hitting on women.  i’ll leave it at that.  but hmmm, someone remind me, methinks that that is a blog topic in and of itself.

by this point we had determined that the island was lame.  so after selling the board (to creepy dude who was somewhere in between tim robbins in high fidelity and a child molester (yet, strangely, incredibly likeable)), we headed back (the only other fun on the island was telling eddie about the deal i have with dubz about how if he names his first son “gua comolli” i will pay for his college education.  i’ve never seen eddie laugh so hard.

anywho.  then we decided to go see cloverfield.  this was a questionable decision.  he genuinely hated it.  i can’t say that i agree with that.  i think i would be a liar if i even went so far as to say i disliked it.  i was just completely indifferent to it.  i mean, i dono. vapid and pointless characters, bizarre giant-fetus looking monster, ridiculous in general. and when you see a, at least theoretical ”horror” movie, and you say the best part of it was how god damned funny it was (r.e. of course intentional laughs vs. this-is-the-dumbest-thing-i’ve-ever-seen laughs), that can’t be a good thing.  that movie is funny. very very funny.  and it means to be.  who knew.

i dono.  disappointing.  especially after kari saying it was so badass, etc.  i like the idea.  i like the attempt.  [section removed]  that was high comedy.

and i know a lot of the reviews said it was in poor taste and manipulated the ”country’s lingering feelings about 9/11″, but  you know, i just didn’t feel that.  that’s a jump i couldn’t make.

finally we ended our day eating blue water taco grill.  i don’t know what else to say. that shit is legit.  makes chipotle + baja fresh + sharky’s (etc) look like a turd.  and taste like one.  the calamari burrito is off-the-proverbial-chain.

eddie and i parted ways at this point, but was the day done?  no, oh no, oh no.

somewhere in the neighborhood of 90 minutes later mel shows up and she and i head to the paramount to see ryan adams (sigh).  i love ryan adams (sigh).  i would make out with ryan adams (sigh).

anyway.  we timed it perfectly, getting there in time to have a drink (i had a tears of gold (how fantastic is that?)) and then hit our seats for the show.  what i love about a venue like the paramount? – no annoying opening band.  just “ryan adams and the cardinals”.  (also it’s one of those wiltern type places that have no bad seats and the acoustics are incredible).

so everything about it was perfect, down to mel falling in love with him.  or at least liking it enough to ask me to burn her some shit.

here’s a crap picture of the set:

yeah i know that pic is dumb nd worthless.  ok, so, short version – the show was incredible.  he was on even if he was sick.  he was sober (always a plus).

he played ”come pick me up” – the song that made me fall in love with him.

he played ”the sun also sets“ - the ultimate in voldemarge songs.

he played ”halloweenhead“ - a song that i really feel sums me up right proper (even though i actually didn’t really care for the iteration of the song that he presented.

anywho.  perfect.  and a t-shirt to boot.

i think that’s enough for now.

sunday was dope.  went golfing with sholks.  couldn’t be happier with how i played.  ate BWG again.  not cuz i was hungry, no, just to annoy eddie.

had a boring monday.  saw brent throw a 210.  incredible.

had a tuesday that was low as can be.  sorta thought i was losing it.

had a wednesday that was fantastic.  felt like i could see the universe.

then did something dumb.

very sad that brent is mad at me.

look at me i am adding extra words!  haha, suckers, thousand word blog!  i will punch summer.

sorry this blog sucked.  i am out of practice.

i am awesome.

this does afford me sushi this evening though.

but i must admit i am little bit wary/frightened of sushi in st. louis, mo.

we’ll see.

if i die it’s been a pleasure.

if you don’t, don’t

y?  i have no idea but i can’t get it out of my head.

enjoy.

Part I: family (5:22 PM) 

i suppose this blogging shit is like anything.  it don’t come easy and sometimes you have to force yourself to do it.

i don’t much feel like writing right now, but i miss it.  strange, huh?

so anyway.  i stopped blogging.  i’m not sure i know why, i think truly that it is mostly and prominently due to my being extraordinarily busy during the last month.

it’s Q4.  i work in a retail heavy industry.  it’s the biggest month of the year for retail.  and we run on a calendar fiscal.

needless to say money came out of the woodwork and i scrambled and scrambled.  or, better stated, we scrambled and scrambled.

so there’s that. 

or maybe my love affair with this is at it’s end.  maybe i used it for what i needed it to be.  a salve of some sort.  a means to end of processing things.  an outlet.  a sounding board.  a screaming match.  i dono.

and there’s that.

and there’s julie’s little theory based on  . . .  well based on.  and i don’t think that’s accurate cuz it’s completely contradictory to what i started this whole thing for.  or what i told myself i started this whole thing for.  i mean, it pretty much openly contradicts, literally, what “wacmm” stands for (the acronym itself).

so i dono.

combination of a lot of things i guess.  the malaise of the holidays.  and there is that.  i am not sure if  it’s cuz you’re in a context which spurs reflection, the walks down memory lane, the updates on other human beings, any of it.

but i find it so hard.

we were having lunch yesterday at the old folks home where louise lives and i thought i was going to completely go mad.  it’s hard to describe, i wasn’t really ioverly emotional or anything, it just made the pit of me so fucking sad.  i dono.  life is so damned multi-dimensional.  i know that’s a retarded statement.

Part II: i got my hypocrisy (6:14 PM)

i have now had a glass of wine.  it hasn’t taken the edge off of anything really, it’s just made me sleepy.

it’s been nice to be home.  the last month has been a blur.  i moved in to the city.  a nice apt in lower queen anne, a view of the water.  i like the unit more and more as time passes, though i kind of want to punch the young gal who runs this building.  she has a certain pirate-esque arrogance to her.  i am sure eduardo would hate her.  though she does have one of those smokesultrycigaretteburnlaurenmehl voices that are so damned sexy.

i am happier being in the city.  it gives me back a bit of the pdx feel i loved so damned much, walking to grocery store/video store/record store (whatevs).  i can wander in to belltown or even downtown to go out with peeps, party, etc.  it’s nice even if i am now dead to my eastside friends (though that phrase has been banished in 2008).

i have been slowly selling off all my old shit and upgrading my life.  craigslist is an amazing thing i gotta say.  i’ve sold a mattress (probably 10 years old) for decent money, my piece o shit entertainment center, my dying computer speakers, my desk, etc.  it’s amazing.  people will really buy anything.

the only down side to this was my sister telling me that it made her genuinely concerned that i was preparing to kill myself.  that’s never fun to hear.

but i think it’s more a refresher.  i’ve needed new things, needed to upgrade, to change.  adult shit or something.  i have more than enough money, why not do something for myself for once?  it’s rare i do that without prodding.

hell, my mother’s spurning was the only reason i really finally upgraded my tv situation and dropped a couple of g’s on a nice tv.

and she was the reason i had such the beautiful dining room table and chairs.  i suppose those are gone now, an err in judgement that i have to take full responsibility for.  what can i say – i thought i was set up to get them back after a bit.  guess that ain’t gonna happen.  and yes, o yes, does she give me all types and consistencies of shit about that.

regardless, i’ve been buying new shit. 

which brings me to my hypocrisy.  i can talk all day about alexander supertramp being my idol, but i just can’t find a way to apply that to my life.  to walk the line and feed both needs.  to live in a way that makes sense to me, but doesn’t hurt anyone else (read: loved ones).

so anyway.  i am purging, getting rid of shit i neither want or need, but, sickeningly, there are basic things one has to have to appear invested in the game.  i’m not sure how else to state that.

no, i can’t get away with not having a bed, living in the squirrel’s nest i had built in the corner of my new bedroom.

so, last weekend, i bought a bed.

the hypocrisy manifests itself in that, fuck, when i go i go.  i couldn’t buy some normal mattress which would serve it’s purpose in maintaining the appearance that i’m still alive.  no, i had to buy a $3400 temperpedic bed (etc).

and i am completely emotionally attached to the thing already (i mean shit, it is, for the record, fucking awesome and i haven’t ever slept like this in my life).

what’s the point of this?  i don’t know.  i have no rigorous moral code i guess.

k.  dinner time.

Part III: tradition (7:37 PM)

if LDT fucks me again this year i will fly to new york and kick ed in his junk.

i had a storybook fantasy season last year, something like 11-2.  rolled throught the playoffs, finally having a bit of a hiccup in the finals and having alberto’s crap team knock me off.  and most prominent in that failing was LDT laying an egg in seattle, not ruining per se, but, damaging my xmas experience.

well here i am a year later, on xmas eve, stressing about whether or not he will, this time on the opposite bench, ruin this year’s holidays.  my fate is in philip rivers‘ hands and that terrifies me.

needless to say i have declared that i am retiring from fantasy football.

Part IV: i’m sleepy (8:33 PM)

yeah sorry but i’m done with this for tonight.  i’ll finish stories tomorrow.

xoxox.

just too god damned busy these days.

i could list countless pervy ones (especially, my god, hitting certain blog from 11/24) but i won’t do this.

there are two other, much more ”funny” oriented ones i’ll share.

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i near died when i saw that.  no idea what they were looking for.

and

2:  ”luko luko wedding gown”

no comment at all here.

i truly believe this is the first time in my life that i can claim this.

i don’t know what this says about me.

yes, i’m 29.  shut up.