Saturday, March 25, 2006

I feel pretty and witty and gay....

Weight lost: 10 lbs

Inches lost: 8"+

Missing fried chicken: Hell's yes

**out**

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Drunk and stupid are no way to go through life, son.

A few years ago, myself and several coworkers met up at Kilkenny's pub on St Patrick's day to drink, eat and have fun. We missed the last two years, so yesterday we were a schmidge disappointed to find out that our favorite little hold-in-the-wall Irish pub went global with their celebration this year. A live band, radio and television coverage, outside vendors and an on-tab beer truck made for a hard time to have fun. Table wait time was an hour and a half at best, so after an hour or so of hanging around, drinking Black & Tan's and shivering in the cold, we decided to head back to a friend's house and just drink there.

Here are the results of the lab process of turning a sober fat man into a drunken fat man.

Science is awesome!

Saturday, March 11, 2006

"Mama, I'm coming home"

...thus sprak Ozzie.

Coming out to work this afternoon, I heard a sound I had heard all my childhood. And it's not that I haven't heard it in a long time, but I couldn't remember the last time I've heard it. It was the hooting of a barn owl, somewhere near my apartment building, and instantly I was a little kid again back at my grandmother's house. Flashbacks of hot summers with the window's open, listening to owls and crickets, having her read me stories until I couldn't keep my eyes open. All of that filled my head on the way to work today. And I missed my familiy.

I really hope there is more to life than just random living. I need something else.

Bleh

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

More issues than Time/Life

I wrote this big long thing and after reading it, it just didn't agree with me. It's gone. Forever. Much like building a sand castle you know that is just going to be taken out with the tide in the next hour. Like writing things on my banana skins, or small words on a cigarette. Eaten. Smoked. Gone. Discarded or burned away. Forever.

Bleh. I am in a creative slump. I've been thinking about taking up sketching again, and I suppose the best way to do that is to get off my butt and do it. I used to draw everyday and now it's just at work when doodling. And my doodling is horrible.



Time to bust out that charcoal and parchment...