Well, as exciting and and all as Christmas is supposed to be, I'm relieved that it's over, I guess... I mean, as I stated earlier, I always (always) get a feeling of "excitement" when Christmas comes around... It's very much the kid in me that still has a lot of control from time to time. The reality of the situation, nowadays, is a bit sobering, though... Y'know... the whole "missing people," the whole "no presents" (thanks Santa... dick)... Don't get me wrong... I'm not any type of "Bah Humbug" guy... I really enjoy seeing how Christmas affects those around me... just kinda aggravates me in the end, anymore. So yeah, it's time for all that to go away, again, until late November of next year.
At least I got to see Duncan and his wife... and Anne, his little sister (his other sister, Alee, didn't make it up, this year... bummer)... and his mom... and his grandma, yesterday. Granted, it was only for a couple hours in the middle of a crowded restaurant and not how we all usually "get together," but still... I take what I can get when it comes to my friends. I hope that he (and his goofy wife) can get his ass up here again, soon... He's one of my most cherished friends on the planet. I'd probably rather go down there and visit, but I never know what my work schedule is going to be like, so... y'know.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Okay... Hello, Christmas Eve... :)
So... Just got off work... have a few shots of that lovely, smooth, dark tequila in me... at 7am... awesome... Totally took the edge off of what was a very difficult week.
That's about all I have to look forward to for Christmas... Things... they just ain't the same no more...
I don't consider myself remotely a "drinker," anymore... I had plenty of that in my teens and early 20s... Every now and then, I will "tie one on..." usually, with a group of friends in some form of celebration for some event... This morning, I am drinking to "me." I made it through a rough few weeks... survived, relatively unscarred.
I see the sun is starting to creep its way up... here's to you, Mr. Sol... and all your bright, shiny glory...
(three shots later) Yeah... This stuff is awesome...
I totally walked out without telling young miss Katie Jo Merry Christmas (she usually doesn't work early in the morning, but she was there when I left... much to my surprise... drinking a Tim Horton's hot chocolate - I don't think she's ever worked mornings before) so I must make that all proper...
(a quick phone call later) Okay... problem solved... I work with some really great people... I must say. They're the closest thing to "family" I have around here, anymore... I mean, I still have some good friends (Mike, Jarrod & Steve) around and some cousins and such (one whom I am employed by the same company with)... but we don't spend nearly the time together that we used to when our fathers were still roaming the earth... I think I really miss that more than anything about the whole "Christmas" thing... and go figure, the one cousin who I'm still really close with ("J.R.") is in Florida for Christmas (his first Christmas away from 1717 Timmonds, ever)... That totally bums me out...
So... to Aaron L., Jim, "Humble Pie" (you have no idea how much I wish you were still around), Gina, Tom, Mike, Joe, Pam, Aaron B., Mark K., "Corona," Jason, Dave K., Andy, Tim, Brian, Roger, Ian W., Jeff B., Dave D., Rhonda, Bob, and even you Dan, (and you guys I don't "work with" but still have a really good time with) Ian E., Katie, Melanie, Trent, Jeana, Heather, Meagan, Sara, Margaux, Brandy, Jeff C., Mark J., Charlotte, Paul, Mr. Mark Arms (miss you, man... much thanks) - Merry Christmas.
So... Just got off work... have a few shots of that lovely, smooth, dark tequila in me... at 7am... awesome... Totally took the edge off of what was a very difficult week.
That's about all I have to look forward to for Christmas... Things... they just ain't the same no more...
I don't consider myself remotely a "drinker," anymore... I had plenty of that in my teens and early 20s... Every now and then, I will "tie one on..." usually, with a group of friends in some form of celebration for some event... This morning, I am drinking to "me." I made it through a rough few weeks... survived, relatively unscarred.
I see the sun is starting to creep its way up... here's to you, Mr. Sol... and all your bright, shiny glory...
(three shots later) Yeah... This stuff is awesome...
I totally walked out without telling young miss Katie Jo Merry Christmas (she usually doesn't work early in the morning, but she was there when I left... much to my surprise... drinking a Tim Horton's hot chocolate - I don't think she's ever worked mornings before) so I must make that all proper...
(a quick phone call later) Okay... problem solved... I work with some really great people... I must say. They're the closest thing to "family" I have around here, anymore... I mean, I still have some good friends (Mike, Jarrod & Steve) around and some cousins and such (one whom I am employed by the same company with)... but we don't spend nearly the time together that we used to when our fathers were still roaming the earth... I think I really miss that more than anything about the whole "Christmas" thing... and go figure, the one cousin who I'm still really close with ("J.R.") is in Florida for Christmas (his first Christmas away from 1717 Timmonds, ever)... That totally bums me out...
So... to Aaron L., Jim, "Humble Pie" (you have no idea how much I wish you were still around), Gina, Tom, Mike, Joe, Pam, Aaron B., Mark K., "Corona," Jason, Dave K., Andy, Tim, Brian, Roger, Ian W., Jeff B., Dave D., Rhonda, Bob, and even you Dan, (and you guys I don't "work with" but still have a really good time with) Ian E., Katie, Melanie, Trent, Jeana, Heather, Meagan, Sara, Margaux, Brandy, Jeff C., Mark J., Charlotte, Paul, Mr. Mark Arms (miss you, man... much thanks) - Merry Christmas.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
I drank so much Cuervo Especial as a youth, I developed an aversion to even the smell of tequila... I tried some of this a few months ago... extremely tasty... way, way, smooth... I almost bought a bottle of scotch (my love), but there was one bottle of this left... so I decided I must have it (I must, I must).I hear people say stuff like, "Mix it with Coca-Cola..." Fuck that... mix it with mah belly.
Merry Christmas to me, damnit (I'm getting something for Christmas this year, even if I have to buy it for myself)... I have to work tonight, so I won't get a chance to have any until tomorrow... but I know it'll be here, waiting for me. :)
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
People are so Funny...
So... the other night, one of my friends at work (we'll call him "Jim") was telling me about how his cousin, another friend of mine (we'll call him "Herb"), was telling him about how he found a "video of himself playing with (a particular band that shall remain nameless) at the Alrosa Villa on YouTube." I found this to be both hilarious and puzzling... For starters, "Herb" is one of those guys that likes to tell people he plays guitar... but when it gets down to it, he doesn't do a whole lot of playing, but a lot of talking about it... oh... what's the word I'm looking for? Oh, yeah... a poseur. Maybe that's a little harsh... maybe it isn't... I dunno.
"Herb" once got a hold of a demo I did and went around playing it for girls (and some guys, too, I guess) telling them that it was him on the guitar... When a couple of the girls played me a copy of the tape he made for them and said, "Isn't he great?" - well... after laughing hysterically for a few moments, I picked up my guitar and started playing along verbatim with the recording... They were like, "Wow, did he show you the songs?" (more hysterical laughter) After I explained that it was actually me on the recordings (and provided proof in the way of the master recordings), one of the girls laughed and the other was pretty unhappy... I later learned that he used the tape to attempt a crack at her poonanner...
(It's interesting to note that the day my friend (we'll call him "Steve") and I went to mix that demo, a particular country artist (we'll call him "Billy Ray Cyrus") was sitting, listening to the roughed tracks when we got there (we were recording in his keyboardists' studio)... He was all like, (imagine a Kentucky accent) "Man, I'd love to sing on your songs... I love rock 'n' roll, but y'know, country pays the bills... You heard that song by the Rolling Stones '19th Nervous Breakdown?' I LOVE that shit..." Having had plenty of experience with him in the past, we were both thinking, "Yeah, right... don't call us, we'll call you..."
He proceeded to go in the other room with the engineer and do a bunch of blow... and six months later "Achy Breaky Heart" was everywhere, and I would have loved to have had BRC singing metal on tape... Coulda fetched a pretty penny...)
Anyhow... The other thing I found interesting about "Herb's" story was the fact that I was pretty familiar with the band that he was referring to... One of my amigos (we'll call him "Hoshimoto") played drums for them at the time that "Herb" was claiming to have played for them... As long as I could remember, they were a one-guitar band (we'll call him "Rick 'Rikki' Soga")... Could it be that somewhere between the time in '92 that I watched "Herb" run out of one of my band's rehearsals in a feverish sweat when I offered to let him sit in on a couple songs and '94 (when the band he was referring to broke up), he actually learned how to play a guitar worth a shit? Well... I couldn't take it anymore, and after a little digging... "Herb" is still as full of shit as he ever was...
Humorous... yet kind of sad. I mean, don't get me wrong... I like "Herb." He was always a good guy to me and very devoted to music... He just always seemed to, like, try too hard. He didn't need to be so overblown about things to get friends. He just needed to be himself. I'm not sure what he was trying to do, other than make some impression on his cousin... but I guess he hasn't changed a bit... I hope he's not still giving that (17 year-old) demo to (17 year-old?) girls and trying to get in their pants? lol I'm sure he's not... but still.
So... the other night, one of my friends at work (we'll call him "Jim") was telling me about how his cousin, another friend of mine (we'll call him "Herb"), was telling him about how he found a "video of himself playing with (a particular band that shall remain nameless) at the Alrosa Villa on YouTube." I found this to be both hilarious and puzzling... For starters, "Herb" is one of those guys that likes to tell people he plays guitar... but when it gets down to it, he doesn't do a whole lot of playing, but a lot of talking about it... oh... what's the word I'm looking for? Oh, yeah... a poseur. Maybe that's a little harsh... maybe it isn't... I dunno.
"Herb" once got a hold of a demo I did and went around playing it for girls (and some guys, too, I guess) telling them that it was him on the guitar... When a couple of the girls played me a copy of the tape he made for them and said, "Isn't he great?" - well... after laughing hysterically for a few moments, I picked up my guitar and started playing along verbatim with the recording... They were like, "Wow, did he show you the songs?" (more hysterical laughter) After I explained that it was actually me on the recordings (and provided proof in the way of the master recordings), one of the girls laughed and the other was pretty unhappy... I later learned that he used the tape to attempt a crack at her poonanner...
(It's interesting to note that the day my friend (we'll call him "Steve") and I went to mix that demo, a particular country artist (we'll call him "Billy Ray Cyrus") was sitting, listening to the roughed tracks when we got there (we were recording in his keyboardists' studio)... He was all like, (imagine a Kentucky accent) "Man, I'd love to sing on your songs... I love rock 'n' roll, but y'know, country pays the bills... You heard that song by the Rolling Stones '19th Nervous Breakdown?' I LOVE that shit..." Having had plenty of experience with him in the past, we were both thinking, "Yeah, right... don't call us, we'll call you..."
He proceeded to go in the other room with the engineer and do a bunch of blow... and six months later "Achy Breaky Heart" was everywhere, and I would have loved to have had BRC singing metal on tape... Coulda fetched a pretty penny...)
Anyhow... The other thing I found interesting about "Herb's" story was the fact that I was pretty familiar with the band that he was referring to... One of my amigos (we'll call him "Hoshimoto") played drums for them at the time that "Herb" was claiming to have played for them... As long as I could remember, they were a one-guitar band (we'll call him "Rick 'Rikki' Soga")... Could it be that somewhere between the time in '92 that I watched "Herb" run out of one of my band's rehearsals in a feverish sweat when I offered to let him sit in on a couple songs and '94 (when the band he was referring to broke up), he actually learned how to play a guitar worth a shit? Well... I couldn't take it anymore, and after a little digging... "Herb" is still as full of shit as he ever was...
Humorous... yet kind of sad. I mean, don't get me wrong... I like "Herb." He was always a good guy to me and very devoted to music... He just always seemed to, like, try too hard. He didn't need to be so overblown about things to get friends. He just needed to be himself. I'm not sure what he was trying to do, other than make some impression on his cousin... but I guess he hasn't changed a bit... I hope he's not still giving that (17 year-old) demo to (17 year-old?) girls and trying to get in their pants? lol I'm sure he's not... but still.
Monday, December 18, 2006
I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath thats true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life, you go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with whats not there.
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think its strange you never knew
A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think its strange you never knew...
I want to take a breath thats true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life, you go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with whats not there.
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think its strange you never knew
A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think its strange you never knew...
Saturday, December 16, 2006
The ground gives as you go
With all them secrets that you know
As if to give nothing away
Of the signals you obey
They're weightless as a child
Fallen from above
Helpless to your size
Lonelier than God
Footsteps, empty room
As if a temple or a tomb
The bed gives where you lay
As if a power you betray
It's weightless as a child
Fallen from above
Helpless to your size
Lonelier than God
Lonelier than God
Fallen from above
Weightless as a child
Helpless to your love
When you was a child
Fallen from above
Helpless to your size
Lonelier than God
Lonelier than God
Fallen from above
Weightless as a child
Helpless to your love
Helpless to your love
With all them secrets that you know
As if to give nothing away
Of the signals you obey
They're weightless as a child
Fallen from above
Helpless to your size
Lonelier than God
Footsteps, empty room
As if a temple or a tomb
The bed gives where you lay
As if a power you betray
It's weightless as a child
Fallen from above
Helpless to your size
Lonelier than God
Lonelier than God
Fallen from above
Weightless as a child
Helpless to your love
When you was a child
Fallen from above
Helpless to your size
Lonelier than God
Lonelier than God
Fallen from above
Weightless as a child
Helpless to your love
Helpless to your love
The horizon pales
when she hits the ground
sirens and scaffolds
all coming down
under the weight of heaven
if only devotion
could rise on a word
then you could stumble
never be hurt
you could let go
Breaking your fall
Breaking your fall
The pilots of pleasure
your weatherman
never could push you
far as I can
they just let you fall
while buildings and bridges
just crash and burn
it's only a cloudbank
bursting in turn
they were made to come down
Breaking your fall
Breaking your fall
Fault lines and failures
angels and all
follow her footholds
breaking her fall
it's alchemical
when she hits the ground
sirens and scaffolds
all coming down
under the weight of heaven
if only devotion
could rise on a word
then you could stumble
never be hurt
you could let go
Breaking your fall
Breaking your fall
The pilots of pleasure
your weatherman
never could push you
far as I can
they just let you fall
while buildings and bridges
just crash and burn
it's only a cloudbank
bursting in turn
they were made to come down
Breaking your fall
Breaking your fall
Fault lines and failures
angels and all
follow her footholds
breaking her fall
it's alchemical
Friday, December 15, 2006
okay... my archives seem to be missing... wtf?
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edit: Okay... I've figured out why the archives are missing... but I'm not sure how to get them back on this layout... and if I pick a new layout, I'm not sure how to get my haloscan comments to work with the upgraded template... grr...
Decisions, decisions... Do I keep the same classic look this thing has had since I started it and lose the archive, or do I go to a new layout and lose the old comments (but actually get to use blogger's built-in commenting from now on)? Crap, crap, crap...
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edit: Okay... I've figured out why the archives are missing... but I'm not sure how to get them back on this layout... and if I pick a new layout, I'm not sure how to get my haloscan comments to work with the upgraded template... grr...
Decisions, decisions... Do I keep the same classic look this thing has had since I started it and lose the archive, or do I go to a new layout and lose the old comments (but actually get to use blogger's built-in commenting from now on)? Crap, crap, crap...
This time of year drives me crazy... I wish I understood it... Well... I do understand it, but I wish I understood it better, I guess... I have very much of a love/hate relationship with the holiday season. I love the memories I have of being (a lot) younger and all the fun I had with my family... and I guess I hate it because so much of that family is gone... I mean, yeah, my brother and my mother are both still alive and all that... but I haven't seen my mother since my dad's wake, about three and a half year ago. My brother may come around for Christmas, this year... I've only ever seen my almost three year-old niece once and that was for about 20 minutes... Hell, I don't know... I don't get presents, anymore (I usually end up buying myself something small for Christmas every year and that's about it)... I think one of my friends is coming up for Christmas (one of my best friends in the world, whose wedding I wasn't even invited to).
I swear, I'm not a grinch... I really love the idea of Christmas... I find myself looking forward to it, every year (only to be kinda slapped in the face a little by the reality of the situation)... I have fun, whatever I'm doing... even when I'm working my ass off... but damnit... come on, already.
I swear, I'm not a grinch... I really love the idea of Christmas... I find myself looking forward to it, every year (only to be kinda slapped in the face a little by the reality of the situation)... I have fun, whatever I'm doing... even when I'm working my ass off... but damnit... come on, already.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
...Blood like rain come down
Drawn on grave and ground
Part vampire, part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
Credulous at best your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out
Your head believes it, give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive, so it is
So it's always been...
Drawn on grave and ground
Part vampire, part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie
Credulous at best your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out
Your head believes it, give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive, so it is
So it's always been...
Friday, December 01, 2006
Food Network note: Giada DeLaurentis is a pretentious twit (I hate how she does the whole Italian accent thing whenever she speaks of an Italian ingredient... Yeah, Mario Batali does it, too... but at least he's not all like, "I'm so cool and you're not," about it... which makes him, in fact, cool)... and Emeril Lagasse is just a dufus... Rachel Ray is so cute, you just wanna pinch her cheeks... or smack her... I can't decide which... Bobby Flay? Douchebag...
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