Jul 30, 2005
Hard Times
| This whole blogging thing is beginning to be sort of a hassle! I have absolutely nothing to update about anymore. Life has come to almost a complete stand still! Peace talks with the girl at work didn't go over so well.... "can i talk to you?" "get the fuck out of here" <> so the whole hammer idea fell through. so outside of work... which is going to be a total of every fucking day for the next 2 weeks there's really nothing to talk about. I sit around, watch the news, work out, sleep, and that's it. Boring as hell aint it? Lift a weight, flip channels, fluff pillows. That's home life right now. So someone tell me SOMETHING exciting that's going on their lives!!! (except the new apartment. :-P) |
Jul 28, 2005
Asshole? Yes I am.
| So I've been widely known as an asshole to almost every and anyone that I've met. But there's a step that's too far, a step that catapults you into being a total dick and a jerk. I've always tried to avoid taking that step, with anyone, like them or not. I do recall a few people that I have crossed that line with, but I always knew that person for a while and could usually care less what they thought about me. But this time, this time I did it to a total stranger, someone whose first name I still can't pronounce, someone who I should've been nicer to. All she did was flirt with me, that's all and I totally flipped shit. I swore, I i flipped off, I almost got up and stormed out of work. She walks by, hits me in the back of the head... giggling while walking away, coming back she hits me in the shoulder, still smiling and smug as hell. So about 20 minutes pass and she gets up again, this time she tries it again, except this time I was expecting it and blocked. She hit my chair and then she apologizes... but, as I'm a victim of curiosity I asked what she was sorry for, "hitting your chair". So what about the slight headache I have now? You're not sorry for hitting me but my chair deserves an apology? I thought I was an asshole. She comes back not so smug anymore, she tried apologizing again, I told her to shut the fuck up. She tried to talk to me afterwards, I raised my middle finger... almost ordering silence. She asked how I could do that to her, [you know me] I replied, "easy, hold up your hand, then curl these four fingers in, and WHA-LA!" I think that was the final straw, she started in on chewing me out... I was too busy drawing to pay attention. When, after another 10 minutes, she wasn't done with her reprimand, I threw a few crumpled pieces of paper at her, when she still wouldn't shut up, my pen managed to leave my hand at a not so kind speed. I could've swore I barely threw it, I still hear myself saying inside "just make it a playful toss". No, I gunned that motherfucker right at her, direct hit. Battleship sunk! That was that, she was done, I was done. No more human transaction was ever going to take place. The next day I tried to apologize, she wouldn't have it. I told her I wanted to make it up to her, she called me annoying for trying. I can't believe I still feel guilty for all of this, but I still don't even know her first name. I still have yet to make it up to her. Don't know why, but I feel horrible. |
Jul 27, 2005
Shooter
 *** Gunnery Sergeant Jack Coughlin, U.S. Marine Corps. and Captain Casey Kuhlman, U.S. Marine Corps. recounts the invasion of Iraq and the new implementation of the sniper in modern and urban warfare. From training grounds of laser tag, to live fire training and finally, the real invasion of Iraq and the march to Baghdad. It gives a real perspective on what happened in the war, the results and the breakdowns of the top ranked sniper in the world, Jack Coughlin. This book is not only a great read, but the sense of humor kept throughout is a great uplift to the persona's and the situation that these men are in. Death and destruction surrounding small town boys and city slickers alike, only prove that anyone and everyone could enjoy the book because you can easily relate to the character. Gun enthusiasts everywhere will love reading this book, those that are curious about the war will enjoy this book. Those with closed minds and are too pig-headed to see and feel how the war has effected people will not enjoy this book. |
Jul 24, 2005
Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince
 ***1/2 Great book, more of a set up book than the rest of them, the sixth year at Hogwarts has proven to be the most intruiging and decimating yet. I don't see how the movies are going to be able to keep up with how great the books are. One of the best read stories of all time if you ask me. Definitely ranks up there with The Lord of the Rings trilogy and the other finer books. Don't be quick to judge the story by the movies, I assure those suck when put in comparison to the books. The story isn't just for children and it seems that that is the only audience the book has. As the characters get older, their actions become more mature (or immature) as their age should reflect. Kind of makes you remember high school in a weird and awkward kind of way. Not to mention that with the plotlines of murder, cruelty, revenge, traitors, curiosity, and adventure, you're going to have a good book. If you haven't read any of the books, I suggest you do, you'll find yourself reading into the early hours of the morning unable to unhinge your eyes from the ink. Or your hands from the binding... it's as mind baffling and intruiging as any Da Vinci Code or American based tale from Mark Twain would be. (for certain reasons i'm not giving much of the plot away [cousins who have yet to read it would be very cross if i gave anything away]) |
Jul 22, 2005
Constantine
 John Constantine. I have a hard time getting to see Keanu in a different movie other than The Matrix, but this movie is definitely one of his best performances ever. It doesn't take much on his part, the plot is what is incredibly solid in this one. This is what a movie should be, not rushed, not careless, not in it solely for the action. There's more philosophy, wonder, and amazement to this movie than there is action. It almost makes me believe in the entire belief of God and Hell. Almost. I will not change my beliefs because of a movie. But this is damn good stuff. John is a long time smoker and is at his end, although he has the power to extort demons and banish them back to hell, he cannot escape the perils of being mortal. I love the fact that the plot is somewhat systematic in the occurances and roles of the characters, one side betrays its leader to somehow hinder the others' chances at domination and foils the claim of all the human souls. Sexy female with a gift... angels... satan's son... a faithful sidekick... and death... lots and lots of death. If you're religious, you should like the movie, if you're not religious, you'll still like the movie.It's about faith, even if you don't have any, it is still intruiging and insightful. **** (sorry for stealing a page out of your book mike) |
Jul 17, 2005
The 10th Annual Molson K-Rockathon
| Official website to the Krockathon Sooo this is the first sight seen as we get off I-90... that's right... drunk driving at 11am. Wow, how stupid do you have to be to just wait until you get into the parking lot to start the bash?   So 'Ra' took the stage after Rock'n'Roll Soldiers. They friggin made the first few hours of the Krockathon worth the crap band that went on before them... (Do You Call My Name is by them and is currently playing as you read this)  BoyHitsCar came on after Ra and I must say, this guy has balls. Look just above the speaker, crazy motherfucker jumped from there... into the crowd. Video coming soon...  So this place was kind of packed.  Very packed. Tsar was too punk for this occasion, I would think they're better suited for The Warped Tour. Lit really got the place bumping but their set was about 7 songs, which is wayy too short.  Seven Mary Three was the perfect rock group for the rockathon. Their set actually lasted almost an hour, did some people get moshin during these last few bands...  Sad as it may be... I do know this fella, Al is his name, being entirely goofy is his game (he was not in any mosh pits, as you can tell).  Trapt came on and played about half the songs off their new album and about 5 off their first one. Seemingly enough, 'Headstrong' is the favorite song of their set. Things tended to get violent and crazy... it all balances out to fun. Black Label Society went on last, but we didn't stick around for their entire set. Things were just chaotic and too rough to get the camera out. Which, I had to stuff in my pants to get into the show... yeah... lets just say it wasn't the best idea ever. More photos and that video to come... family reunion time for now... |
Jul 14, 2005
Goddamit
| So after getting hit in the same eye three times while weedwhacking at my uncles' house, I have to go back to pick up the lawnmowers and what do I find? The hour and a half of raking that me and my brother did is gone to hell, piles all over the street and onto the front lawn. Fuck. Not to mention that it rained so bad yesterday that almost all of the lawn needed to be cut again. Fuck. After mowing and getting all the grass into one pile a neighbor informs us that they won't pick up the grass unless it's in a container. Fuck. So myself and my stepfather go back home and he packs up a couple of garbage bins and a broom for me to go back and collect the remains of what is, the lawn. So what turned out to be a shit filled day gets even better... There's too much grass for the two bins that I have. Fuck. So there I am, the middle of suberbia, two feet in a garbage barrel jumping up and down, o god I wonder what the neighbors were thinking... (you may comment as to what you would say)... So I barely get it all to fit, I BOLT out of that place and hope to never go back. I get home.. "our lawn needs mowing!". F-U-C-K. A total of 3 and a half hours go to mowing and picking up grass, great day. Just great. To bed, now. |
Jul 12, 2005
By Popular Demand...
As you would have it, Thursday's bar was filled to the brim just about every night we went down that way. As luck would have it there's a quiet little pub right next to it. The pub would only get a few regulars who were into the old fashioned scenery and the mellow tempo of the establishment. Unfortunately for one group of women Jeremy, Chad and yours truly appeared there for one fateful weekend. Now here he is, the monkey scratching his ass is the best metaphor I can think of for this one. We were just finishing up the discussion of the [now infamous] double barreled snowball. When this group of girls walk in and, of course, I'm put up to try to take one home, I'm not one to be smooth with the ladies, just ask anyone, so I gracefully declined. But Jeremy my dear boy Jeremy would not throw in the towel so easily. If you've ever seen a double chinned hook, with a condom as the proverbial bait, going for a fish that is way too big for the reel, well... this is what it looks like in Montreal. |
Jul 11, 2005
How Long's it Been?
 A year of blogging down the drain. That's right, I've been doing this a year. I look through every blog I've linked here, most have only been in business a few months. I feel like I need a beer and a walker. I'm the old grumpy blogger that's going to go through and make fun of every blog, every chance I get. Not like this is much out of the usual, but I'm done with the whole phylosofical style to my posts. I'm starting to feel like this is the end. I find it tougher and tougher to think about the more serious parts of life. Things just seem to bare down more that I have so many problems facing me within the next month. Just wanna find solitude. That can't be too much to ask, can it? |
Jul 9, 2005
You No Good Piece of Shit
You see, everyday when I shower I play either my Avalanche or White Light Rock and Roll Review discs. Blaringly loud from my room to the bathroom it's really great, the bass shakes your innards and the guitar blasts make your head skip a beat. Well, today... my CD player made it's last stand. I ripped off the side panel on it (as seen on floor) and looked around inside it. But Mike, why would you do such a crazy thing? I'll tell you why, the fucking rotating disc tray licks some serious ass. It's been doing this for about a year and a half now, this was the final straw. The disc tray wouldn't properly 'recieve' the disc so down the cd would go into the mechanical compartment. Now this wouldn't be too tough if the thing actually went all the way to the bottom of the stereo where there's lots of free and open space. BUT NOOOO. Fucker get's stuck on the upper tier and won't come out. Anyone ever play that game Operation? Well this is what it was like, except I could give a fuck less about touching the sides; hammer, hammer. Screwdriver, screwdriver. Baseball bat, baseball bat. Finally I get the lid and CD tray pried far enough apart for my little brother to reach in and rescue what's left of my Avalanche CD [still plays!]. Naturally, he asks if he can bash the thing, naturally, I don't give a shit. He has at it for a few minutes, picks up the pieces, and this tuesday morning I will be forever rid of that piece of trash sonofabitch of a audio machine.  R.I.P. mother fucker The Ciavarro update: Click here for Terry vs. The Chair |
Jul 4, 2005
Blogstock 2005 (de Montreal)
| So. Blogstock, looked like it was going to be a big deal, about 10-12 people might make it to Montreal and it will be a good time. Well that number dwindled majorly over the past few weeks, then, going into the final weekend it was down to four. Chad, Jeremy, Pitt, and myself. Now I'm not one to call people out or anything, but Pitt has made a pretty big deal about this weekend, and to show up at 9am at our door is not proper etiquette! Jeremy answers the door in nothing but his boxers and with me on the floor just right next to him had to scare Mr. Pitt away. Not one drink was shared with him in our company, apparently hotel problems and his lady friend were too much for him to handle. Blogstock was down to three. The thursday afternoon when I arrived was hotter than my nutsack. So Chad and myself are the only two there at this point and decide on Italian for dinner.  What Chad will probably to neglect to tell you is the HOUR THAT HE WAS IN THE RESTROOM SHATTING HIMSELF TO NO END. This is Jeremy doing his best female pornstar impersonation. Not bad, looks like you've had some practice with this move Jeremy, how many gay flicks are you actually a co-star in?  WHAT??? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! THE SHIRT'S TOOOOO LOUD!!!  The Jazz Festival, friday and saturday afternoons were spent here in the Stella tent. Nothing like unbearable heat, random rain storms, a kickass security guard, music and beer to start off the day.  Chad drinking his pint like a good little boy. Drinking started at noon and ended around 3 or 4 AM every day, so just imagine how much alcohol was consumed over this amount of time...  Ah yes, nothing like the fat chicks eh guys? Actually, just about every female was defiled of all dignity while in our viewing scope. Great job fellas. I haven't laughed so hard in a couple of years.  Montreal has everything!!! (ok really the sign says "sports experts" but when you're walking under it at an angle and have been heavily drinking, it looks like this)  Now here I am, out, saturday night, about 10 or 11 beers in the past few hours. An elevator that gets you from the lobby to the 7th floor in about 30 seconds is not good on the stomach when it's chalked full of beer and pizza. Hence the events which I could not get any photos of. But there has to be some pissed off pizza boxes, 7th floor residences, and maids who had to find the mess outside the room and in the local water fountain. I'm sure Chad can't wait to post his rendition of the night.  The final day we went down to old Montreal and the harbor and just sat by the Saint Lawrence and soaked it all in, great city. Great weekend. No insightful rants or anything in depth, it's all just mainly a blur filled with some strippers and booze. The way the weekend should be. |