STARTING OVER.... MAYBE

So, a few years ago I used to follow this hilarious blog called The Idiot Roommate. In a nutshell, the author had an exceptional (not in a good way) roommate. I was able to relate given that my best friend in college had a roommate that reminded me of this guy. Anyway, after a while the roommate left and the blog ended.

Over the weekend I received a comment notification on this blog that he'd started a new blog for his new Idiot Coworker. I read a few posts (and so should you) and I realized I missed writing on my blog.

So, I will try to keep writing here as often as I can as well as my other blog. I will probably start later on today when I catch up from my work stuff.

Lots has been going on...

NOTHING

WITH THE EXCEPTION OF AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER INSIDE MY HEART AND BRAIN TODAY WAS A THOROUGHLY UNEVENTFUL DAY.



WELL, THAT AND i FINALLY GOT MY GRUBBY LITTLE PAWS ON CAT POWER'S JUKEBOX.

CAMERA FIXED & TRIP TO SURFSIDE BEACH

WELL, I FINALLY GOT MY CAMERA-PHONE (OR IS THAT PHONE-CAMERA?) FIXED SO I'LL BE ABLE TO POST PICTURES AGAIN AND PRETEND PEOPLE ACTUALLY VISIT THIS BLOG.

THIS WEEKEND I WENT TO SURFSIDE BEACH, SC WITH MY FRIENDS' BAND, CATTLETRUCK. THEY BOOKED A TWO-NIGHT SHOW AT NEAL & PAM'S SO WE DECIDED TO MAKE IT A WILD NIGHT IN PARADISE... OR SO WE THOUGHT.


SO,ROAD TRIP... FIRST THINGS FIRST, MODE OF TRANSPORTATION. BEHOLD,IN ALL IT'S MUNICIPAL ROCK STARDOM; THE OFFICIAL CATTLETRUCK TOUR TRUCK. THAT'S JUD, THE BAND'S FRONTMAN.


UNFORTUNATELY, THE MIGHTY TOUR TRUCK CAN ONLY HOLD TWO PEOPLE (TRIP, THE GUITARIST AND JOE, THE DRUMMER) AND THE EQUIPMENT SO WE HAD TO USE THE OFFICIAL CATTLETRUCK ANNEX TRUCK WHICH CARRIED MYSELF AND JUD.


THE TRIP WAS LONG, PAINFUL AND UNEVENTFUL SINCE, FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND, THERE IS NO DIRECT HWY TO MYRTLE BEACH. TOWARD THE END IT BECAME PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY PAINFUL!


SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL (OR HELL AND HEAVEN, DEPENING ON HOW YOU SEE IT) WE STOPPED IN THIS MONUMENT TO RURAL CONSUMERISM. THE ONLY NOTE OF WORTH HERE WAS THE HOTTIE DIRT ROAD WHITE GIRL BEHIND THE COUNTER. WE GOT THE USUAL ROAD TRIP JUNK FOOD; CHIPS, SODAS, CIGARETTES, SLIM JIMS, GUM AND THE DIRT ROAD WHITE GIRL'S PHONE NUMBER... SHE'S NOT GETTING CALLED THOUGH CAUSE SHE LIVES FUCKING FAR FROM CHARLOTTE!


"FRIED CHICKEN AND ICE CREAM"... WORDS FAIL ME. ONLYL IN THE BOWELS OF SOUTH CAROLINE WILL THIS MAKE SENSE TO ANYONE.


AFTER ABOUT TWO HOURS WE'D DISCUSSED EVERYTHING FROM POST-MODERNISM TO THE SEXUAL ORIENTATION OF A MAN WHO UNDERGOES GENDER REASSIGNMENT SURGERY ONLY TO BECOME A LESBIAN. AFTER THE LATTER CONVERSATION WE DECIDED TO SIMPLY LAY BACK AND EMJOY THE OPEN ROAD AND THE STILL, COMFORTABLE CALMNESS OF DRIVING THROUGH ENDLESS,BEAUTIFUL, PASTURES. THE NEON GREEN GRASS (I'D NEVER SEEN GRASS THIS GREEN) HOPING FOR MORE PRECIPITATION FROM THE OMINOUS GRAY SKY. HERE'S A GOOD TIP, IF YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE A ROAD TRIP THROUGH THE BACKWOODS OF THE NC/SC BORDER MAKE SURE THAT AMONG YOUR CD STASH YOU INCLUDE THE DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS, THEY WILL MAKE YOUR PILGRIMAGE A SOOTHING ONE AND IT'S THE PERFECT SOUNDTRACK TO THE RURAL LANDSCAPE BACKDROP.


NEARLY FOUR HOURS INTO THE TRIP (AND EVEN DEEPER INTO OUR SNAPPING POINT) WE FINALLY SEE THE FIRST SIGNS OF THE BEACH.


WE MADE IT!


SO, IT'S ONLY 4 PM AND THE SHOW DOESN'T START TILL 9:30. WHAT TO DO?


"LET'S GO DOWN TO THE BEACH", I BELCHED TRIUMPHANTLY AS IF I JUST CONCOCTED THE MOST ORIGINAL IDEA. AND TRUST ME, IT WAS MUCH FUCKING COLDER THAN IT LOOKS IN THAT PICTURE. FREEZING COLD, TIME FOR PLAN B... "LET'S GO TO THE BAR AND DRINK", WE ALL (EXCEPT FOR TRIP) YELL IN UNISON!


AND... WELL, THE BAND CAN SET UP OR WHATEVER... AS LONG AS THERE IS BEER.

THIS IS WHERE THE WEEKEND STARTS GETTING INTERESTING BUT THE REST OF THE PICTURES ARE IN THE ACTUAL CAMERA. THIS POST WILL CONTINUE WHEN I UPLOAD THE PICTURES.

HIATUS

My phone broke... which is what I used to take pics... so no posts until I get my phone fixed.

WORK WEDNESDAY

ENGLISH MUFFINS WITH APRICOT AND PASSION FRUIT PRESERVE! THE BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS... AND SINGLE, AGING-HIPSTER FATHERS WHO SIT IN A CUBE SMALLER THAN A JAIL CELL FOR 8 HOURS A DAY...


EXCEPT FOR THOSE TIMES JOHN, CHRIS AND I SPEND DRIVING AROUND, PUTTING, RUNNING ERRANDS AND JUST PLAIN BULLSHITTING DURING OFFICE HOURS... WHICH IS A LOT.


POINT IN CASE... WESSSSSSIDE!


WORK, WORK, WORK....


AFTER A HARD DAY OF WORKING IN RUTHLESS CORPORATE AMERICA THERE'S NOTHING BETTER THAN MEETING WITH FELLOW BEER LOVERS AT THE LOCAL WATERING HOLE.


WELL, THERE IS ONE THING BETTER... GOING OUT TO THE DOWNTOWN AREA TO MEET CHICKS... YEAH!!!

UNEVENTFUL TUESDAY

THIS IS ACTUALLY FOR FEB 26, 2008 I WAS JUST TOO TIPSY LAST NIGHT TO DO THIS


OUR MORNING RITUAL BEFORE WORK AND SCHOOL. THESE LITTLE MOMENTS IS WHAT MAKES ALL THE OTHER SHIT IN MY LIFE SEEM MEANINGLESS.


MY PINK SWORDS CD ARRIVED TODAY. GO GET YOURS. THEY KICK ASS.


YESTERDAY WAS TURBULENT EMOTIONAL RIDE WITH THE EX, THE TAXES, WORK AND A BUNCH OF OTHER SHIT. THIS IS HOW MY DAY ENDED.

CASE OF THE MONDAYS

AND THE AWARD FOR MOST DUBIOUS PIECE OF BRANDLESS, NAMELESS CANDY IN A HANNAH MONTANA CUP GOES TO THIS MONSTROSITY.


NOT THAT I WAS ABLE TO MUSTER THE BALLS TO TRY IT SINCE THE CONSISTENCY OF PRE-CHEWED BUBBLE GUM KILLED ALL CURIOSITY.


PLEASURE TYME: SLUMBER PARTY DISTRIBUTIOR... DAMN MY HIGH SCHOOL COUNSELOR FUCKED ME OVER! BE A SOLUTIONS CONSULTANT HE SAYS, YOU'LL BE GOOD AT IT...


FLOWERS ARE BLOOMING IN OUR BACKYARD... HUH, NEVER THOUGHT I'D NOTICE SHIT LIKE THAT.


WHEN YOU RUN OUT OF SPAGHETTI SAUCE, THROW IN SOME GARLIC, BUTTER, OREGANO AND FROZEN SHRIMP AND YOU'LL BE BETTER OFF ANYWAY. OH, DON'T FORGET THE TOAST AND BUTTER TO GIVE IT THAT REAL, PSEUDO-ITALIAN TOUCH!


IF YOU'RE A DOUCHEBAG WITH NO TASTE IN MUSIC AND HAVE NEVER HEARD OF TRICKY HANG YOUR HEAD IN SHAME AND THEN GO LISTEN TO IT. START OFF WITH MAXINQUAYE.


FROM THE PAGES OF "I CAN MAKE IT MYSELF! BIBLE STORY CRAFTS FOR PRESCHOOLERS*:
The Prodigal Son: A boy ran away from his father. The father was very worried and never stopped loving his son. When the boy finally returned, instead of being mad, the father rejoicedthat his lost son was now home. Use this craft to show kids how a missing boy can appear on their papers. The children will enjoy making other items appear and talking about how happy it makes them to see things come back. Bible Passage: Luke 15:11-24.


CUT OUT THE SHAPE OF A BOY FROM A PIECE OF CARDBOARD AND RUB A CRAYON OVER IT. SIMPLE, RIGHT?


TATI'S ATTEMPT


FABI'S ATTEMPT


NEITHER'S ATTEMPT AT CLEANING UP AFTERWARDS...

*I am not a very religious person, my ex wife is and by default so are the girls. FYI.

LAZY SUNDAY

CATCHING UP ON SOME READING BEFORE THE GIRLS WAKE UP.




EARLY MORNING TV FAMILY TIME.


WHEN YOU BUY A 5 & 4 YEAR OLD A FACE MASK MAKE SURE YOU HIDE IT WELL...


CHILLIN' IN THE BACKYARD... NOTHING TO DO.


PEOPLE SAY YOU SHOULD PLANT A TREE BEFORE YOU DIE... WE PLANTED A BUNCH OF DEAD STICKS AND FELT PRETTY GOOD ABOUT OURSELVES.


I CLEANED THE DEN... AGAIN, NOTHING TO DO.


THE CORNERSTONE OF EVERY NUTRITIONAL MEAL!


WHEN YOU HAVE TWO GIRLS, PAINTING TOENAILS IS THE EQUIVALENT OF TOSSING A FOOTBALL.

NO POINT IN WASTING THIS BLOG

I don't want this blog to go to waste. After all, on and off, I've kept it for quite a few years. I think from now on I will use it to simply post random picture of my everyday life. Like a photochronicle of sorts but without a real point to it.

I also have another blog about that monument of consumerism knows as the Dollar Tre. Check it out here.