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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

  • I miss you, bro...

    Almost a month later, and I still can't get over the fact that he's gone.  While I know that his work here on Earth was done, it doesn't make his absence any less sorrowful.

    I've never had to deal with death so close to me.  I will be 30 in May and still have both sets of grandparents, my parents, brother and sister, niece (soon to be plural), nephew, aunt's and uncles, cousins and sons.  I've never lost someone who meant this much to me before and there are days that I'm not sure how to react.  Sure, I put on a strong front at the new job, and around my friends and family.  But when I'm left alone with my thoughts, his memory is always at the front of my remembrances.

    The first person who ever showed me that I was much better than I thought of myself and helped me build confidence.  He was also the first person who I shared a beer with at a bar.  And, as embarrassed as I am to admit it, he was the first person to take me to the store to buy condoms when I finally got laid (at the ripe old age of 27).  It's memories like these that drive themselves forward when I allow my mind a little idle time.

    He was, and is, the best friend that anyone could ever ask for.  Brutally honest, yet decently aware of one's emotions, he was always available with a friendly ear and an offer to listen.

    I don't know if I've truly morned his passing yet, or if I'm just "being strong" because I have to.  But one thing is for certain, I miss my friend, my compatriot and my brother.  I know, thought, that he's walking through his fields of titties and tequila because that's exactly what he woudl have wanted.

    Rest well, my friend.  You'd better be the first to greet me in the afterlife, skinny and non-painful running.  It gives me something to look forward to.

    Currently Listening
    Closing Time
    By Semisonic
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Sunday, January 20, 2008

  • Love you, bro...

    There's still days that I could swear he was here.  I'm only minutes away from receiving a phone call from him to bull shit about work, or his Camaro, or his favorite subject, women.  There are other days when I know he's gone, but he lets me know he's still around.  Sheena having "zipper" issues.  Trav seeing the contrails in the sky that looked like burn out marks.  Me getting hit in the crotch as I jumped over the fence by a post topper.  It's little things like these that remind me he's still watching what's going on.

    Every once in a while, I feel like crying.  His dad was at the bar I work at the other night.  We've built a little shrine at our table of some of his favorite stuff:  Oklahoma State Univ hat, 2 or 3 shots of Jose Cuervo tequila, a picture that my stepson Trevor drew of Jeff's 68 Camaro SS, and a little Buddha statue (as his nickname sake).  Anyway, his dad came in to see where he used to hang out.  He was completely in awe at the amount of friends that Jeff had

    Love you, bro. (video link)

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    Now playing: Linkin Park - Shadow of the Day
    via FoxyTunes   
    Currently Listening
    Shadow of Day
    By Linkin Park
    Shadows of the Day
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Monday, August 13, 2007

  • A Blast from the Past (and a little bit of Billy-boy)

    I know this has been posted in part of my profile for years, but I love it anyway and thought I would save it here for the future.

    Updates to follow later this week on the New York trip and new pictures of Mason (be looking to the right > in the PHOTO section).

    St. Crispen's Day Speech
    by William Shakespeare
    This day is called the feast of Crispian:
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
    And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
    Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
    But he'll remember with advantages
    What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
    Familiar in his mouth as household words
    Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
    Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remember'd;
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition:
    And gentlemen in England now a-bed
    Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

  • 1 year, 2 months, 22 days later...

    Life is about as good as I can ever recall...beautiful woman at my side, awesome step son who knows just as much about mechanical things as he does procrastination, and a kick-ass 11-month old son who's about as close to my temperment as anyone I've ever known.  Throw in a couple of Shar Pei's, a huge black cat, an iguana and a 12 in. long Oscar and you have damned near a perfect lifestyle.

    So next weekend, we'll be on the road to New York *WWWWAYYYYY upstate) to visit her parents for the first time.  I've already been warned ("What kind of alcohol do you want my parents to have available?" and "If my step dad wakes your ass up at 11:00am to go have a drink or 2 at the bar, you'll go with him, right?" are just 2 of the questions that I've prepared for).  While I'm looking forward to the visit, I'm certainly having second thoughts about the 23 HOUR ROAD TRIP required to get there.  But, in all matters related to love, there is some sacrafice that is overall worthwhile.  This just happens to be one of them.

    So, just a quick update to all of you out in Xanga land.  Not sure when I'll post next, but just know that I am doing well and am happy with where I'm at and where my life is going.

    Later.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

  • ONE PISSED OFF GAMER...
    (...who's not going to stand silently by anymore)

    HOLY CHRISTWAGONS!!!!!  I'm done.  I'm sick of it, I want nothing further to do with it...and I'm spent.

    What am I talking about?  Something as innocuous as video games being called to the mat for a brutal ass-whupping by a guy who has probably never played a game in his life.  Or if he has, he was probably the guy who was beat by everyone, even his little sister, at such rudimentary things like Pong and Pac-Man.

    Case in point 1:  recently in the news, a lot of controversy has arissen due to the discovery of "cartoon sexually explicit mini-games" in the widely popular game Grand Theft Auto:  San Andreas.  While this stuff doesn't necessarily need to be in video games, there is a catch to the above story:  the bits in question are on a part of the disk where other unused code resides...in other words, it's basically like finding a wadded up piece of paper inside a wastebasket onboard a motorhome...something that shouldn't be there, and was never intended to be found.  Sure, game manufacturer Rockstar Games could have taken an extra 5 months to release their game just to go through and remove all the junk coding, but that could have damaged the product and forced them to start recoding it from scratch again.

    For the record, GTA:SA is rated M for Mature....meaning it contains content not suitable for kids 17 and under.  I, being over the age of 17, feel this is a very fair and partial rule, but I also worry that maybe it's the government's way of gaining a little more foothold into controlling every aspect of our lives.  Too many times have I heard of new groups popping up, citing freedom of speach, and then tearing around the countryside with no regard for what they're protecting.  Then, when they're called on it, they claim they're being "oppressed" because they are a "minority."  No fucking shit...3 people IS a minority in America.

    Case in point 2:  The Sims 2.  Who, in all that is right with their mind, would be so stupid as to compare The Sims 2's "sexual content" to the likes of GTA:SA?  Ask Jack Thompson, who is doing just that.  Allow me to elaborate...The Sims 2 is being accused of having similarly sexual content to that of GTA:SA during it's regular game play.  Granted, there are times when the Sims must go sans clothing.  But EA was smart...they place a large blurry rectangle to censor the Sim's body so they can take care of business in piece.  Unfortunately, there is a code out there in internet land that will render that blur nonexistant.  Are the women's breasts as big as watermelons?  Do all the men in the game have the nickname "Tripod?"  Do kiddies run around with their "woo woo's" and "wee wee's" on display for pedophiles to "enjoy?"  No...for under the blur, there exists but a mannequin body, smooth and non-detailed.

    Yet, as quoted from Jack Thompson's mainfesto, he claims:

    "Sims 2, the latest version of the Sims video game franchise ... contains, according to video game news sites, full frontal nudity, including nipples, penises, labia, and pubic hair."

    Umm...Jack?  Have you even PLAYED the game?  Are you telling me that the basis for your attack isn't just from a video game news source, but that source is actually ONLINE?????  I wonder then, Jack...have you received the $10,000 from Microsoft that was promised to you in a very authentic looking (san's millions of forwards and addresses topping it off) e-mails you receive telling you to forward it so that Bill Gates can send you $248 per forward?  Or better yet, how about if you would be so kind as to fill out the form sent to you in an e-mail (with several common misspellings and strange characters) telling you your account (which you may or may not have) is about to be suspended and you need to enter your "updated" credit card info, who's link just happens to be very conveniently located in said e-mail.

    Friends, Xangans, Countrymen, lend me your ears....it's gone WAY too far.  When self-proclaimed "cock of the walks" start gunning for stuff like this, I cannot be held accountable for my actions.  I will continue to weep for future generations, the very same weeping I started in my last blog, because this is just another glory-seeking dildo who needs to pull the gerbal out of his ass long enough to do some actual, bone fide research before opening his mouth.

    ...asshat fucktard

     

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