Friday, August 24, 2012

Damn i KEEP forgetting about this blog. I'll have to do something about it.

Friday, January 7, 2011


I completely forgot about this old blog o' mine.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009


So i got tired of the miserable black background on this blog and am now playing with colors here. We'll see where this goes.

Friday, July 31, 2009

'Real' from the Velveteen Rabbit

'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to the people who don't understand.'

Monday, July 20, 2009

I found this and liked it, so i'm sharing it with you

Ten Rules for Being Human
by Cherie Carter-Scott

1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period.

2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, "life."

3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work."

4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.

5. Learning lessons does not end. There's no part of life that doesn't contain its lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.

6. "There" is no better a place than "here." When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here."

7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.

8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.

9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life's questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.

10. You will forget all this.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

"How dry i dry i am....."

"Nobody knows, how dry i am....."

Well, i'll tell you. I've been completely clean for 30 days now. And apparently i've also been told i put way too much mileage on my mountain bike. What ever that means. I honestly don't think 250 to 350 a month is excessive at all. I just happen to love riding my Trek a whole lot. Both of them. And yes, i stay on top of the maintenance too. In fact, if i ever get my black one back from the shop(broken spoke and truing the wheel), i'm going up to Alafia to hit the trails.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Title issues....

Fuck. Now that i'm no longer a lush, i might have to do something about the title of this blog. Although, calling myself a "gin soaked douchebag" is a very accurate statement about me(i AM from Jersey, you know....exit 7A or 105 depending on your choice of thoroughfare), and it's going to take YEARS to get all the martinis out of my system for good, i still think i might have to do some sort of a rename of this blog.

Nah, fuck it.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Been awhile part 2

So now i've turned 39, i've quit drinking and smoking entirely(although i might still have an occasional beer), and i got my stolen "other" bike back. That pretty much sums up what has happened in the past 4 months. Oh, and i've just hit my 9th anniversary here at work. Yay for me.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009


Wow has it been this long? Ok, i got the new bike(actually the SECOND new bike....first one was stolen a month after i got it...), still have no furniture, and life is good right now. No complaints here, eh?

Monday, November 24, 2008

What to do, What to do

So i ditched my car to save money, and moved into a mucho cheaper apartment to save even more, and now the 'new' apartment needs some cheap furniture(and/or shelving....LOTS of shelving), and my bike is in really deep shit now. It's a twelve year old Cannondale thats seen A LOT of action, and she needs just too much work to keep her on the road now. I'd rather spend the $300 or so on a new bike i can commute on for a while until i save up my money enough to get the bike i REALLY want(which is about a grand).

The dilemma i get the furniture and shelves i need and continue to try to band-aid a bike with serious problems, or get the bike i need to get around witout worry and continue to live out of cardboard boxes for another month or so. That bitch is i've only got about $300 to play with here, so it's one or the other.

Oh, yeah, included in the furniture budget is a new $80 microwave, because the antique i had took a shit the day i moved into my new place. YAY!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Monday, October 6, 2008

I'll say this once and once only

I'm sick and tired of hearing McPalin keep saying they're the original mavericks. BULLSHIT!

THIS is the original Maverick:

Fuck McPalin!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Separation anxiety?

I've been thinking about this for a good while now, just trying to compare things, you know? So, it turns out the 3 best times of my life involve someone coming into my life, and the 3 worst times involve someone being torn from me(or tearing themselves) away from me, leaving me feeling like i'm missing a limb or some other part of me. So i started to wonder if i was suffering from separation anxiety for the very, very long time i was miserable. What makes it more interesting to me is that i no longer carry around this giant weight of depression or even get depressed from thinking about those worst times. It's like a light switch was turned off in my head recently(seems like it's for good, too) and i've been in a wonderfully good mood now for a while ever since. Or maybe i'm just so deluded that i've truly convinced myself everything is ducky. I'll have to do some research on all of this. But, ya know what? Fuck it. I feel great.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Things Sarah Palin and My Pit Bull Have in Common

A guest post from Eric Maierson:

Look confused when asked questions.

Like to poop on the environment.

Are good at following the commands of their handlers.

Remain quiet on the birth control issue.

Have extensive foreign policy experience.

Friday, July 11, 2008

As of late

I haven't been blogging here much at all, and i havent posted anything worthwhile(Now THAT's argueable) in ages, but i've been having some interesting things happen to me lately. Due to recent discussions from an old friend who rides, i've had a fire lit under my ass to get a bike. No, not a mountain bike(i already have two of those), but a motorcycle. I honestly forgot how invigorating it is to ride. And how excellent it is as a therapy for what ails you. Like they say, you'll never see a motorcycle out fromt of a therapist's office(unless it belongs to the therapist). So, off i go in search of my perfect beast.....and i might just say fuck it and build my own.

Cheers all!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Nick Hogan is Sad(thanks WWTDD)

Originally posted on

Page Six says that Nick Hogan is absolutely losing his mind in jail, and he’s just barely begun his eight-month sentence for felony reckless driving. He, of course, was speeding and wrecked his car last August, an accident that has left then-best friend John Graziano in a vegetative state ever since. The Post says...

"Nick's doing really bad. He's struggling to even form a sentence," one friend said. "They have him in a cell by himself, isolated from the general population, because of threats. He didn't understand how awful jail really is until now." That will be small consolation to Graziano's relatives, who say Hogan has done very little for their son since the crash.

Oh boo-hoo. Nick is a spoiled little bitch and his arrogance left a kid crippled. Fuck him. Not only do I hope he gets raped in jail, I hope they shove his head in the toilet while they do it. I hope they bang him so hard, his anus actually starts smoldering. Like, there's smoke. His asshole should look like the porthole of a ship when he gets out.