Esoteric Babble

And I've plenty of both.

Let's see: Amanda and I went to Opp this weekend for the reception and Nanny's 83rd birthday. We left early Saturday (well, relatively early) and arrived around 11 AM. We helped my mom and dad set up a bit, then got ready. The reception (not really a party) began at 2, but most people showed up around 2:15. It was good times with loads of food. We had a champagne fountain and a chocolate fountain. In addition, we had finger foods such as cocktail weenies, chicken fingers, cheese balls, etc. I just noticed all of those started with "Cs." Champagne, chocolate, chicken fingers, cocktail weenies, cheese balls. Amazing. We had non-C foods too though. We also had cake (damn Cs). We had a peanut butter cake and a red velvet cake. I thought my vest was going to pop a button and kill someone like in Dumb and Dumber.

The next day, we went to my grandmother's birthday. My cousin had the cutest puppy. I should have gotten a picture of him. I felt sorry for him since everytime he was placed on the ground, he arched up like he was trying to poop. I never saw him poop.

After we ate more food, we came home. And that was that. I really need to finish Fable tonight. This weekend Josh is coming out.

Good times.

I made some awesome Chedder Bay Biscuits a few nights ago. I found a recipe at http://www.joyfulabode.com/blog/2008/03/08/cheesy-garlic-biscuits-a-la-red-lobster-step-by-step-easy-recipe/ . They were easy and I had no trouble.

Also, I plan to post more. I sit at work and have nothing to do and think to myself, I could be posting crap for me to read years from now. So, this is for you, my future self.

Amanda kicked me out of the bedroom so she could pack questionable material. I have an inkling to what exactly the materials she’s packing, but I’m not allowed. So, I’m here before our big adventure.

We are off to Tennessee, my home country. The place I was born. Well, almost the place I was born. I was spawned at East Ridge which is to Chattanooga as Opp is to Andalusia. We’ll be going far East of East Ridge, but it’s the state that matters. I’ve always had a fond place in my decrepit heart for Tennessee, and it’ll be wonderful to return. I mean, come on, Chattanooga is the place I first tried Outback. And there was no going back after that.

So, at some ungodly hour we’ll depart for distant mountains. She’s driving all the way (I’m a feminist) and we hope to get there around noon or so. Our check-in isn’t until 3 PM, but there are places to see and people to molest. 

She’s given the OK to return to the bedroom. So I will finish packing. I think comdoms remain– I’m bringing a lot. It’s an audacious venture since the last time I bought condoms in bulk, I broke up. 

To Tennessee!

I am at the Urgent Care waiting room waiting. I hate doctor visits because they take so fucking long. You sit and you sit, then you sit and you sit in a smaller room. One of the few funny Seinfeld stand-ups at the start of the show dealt with this phenomenon. Dr. McNinja believes purgatory to be a restraunt waiting for dinner, which fits in a Douglas Adams way. I think it's a doctor's office where we wait. We finally get into the big office and he'll look us up and down and say, "I have a few more tests to run. Wait in the waiting room until we get the results in. There's coffee." There better be fucking Irish Cream creamer too.

So, another post about starting to post in my journal again. I wonder how often I will gird my loins to pour out my soul (my soul lives in my crotch) only to run into a brick wall of non-posting. 

Oh, I got married. Amanda and I were married on September 11th and September 27th. The 9/11 wedding was the "legal" marriage since we wanted to do it before going to Michigan. Plenty of 9/11 jokes can be found, such as "never forget" or "two catastrophes happened on that day." The "real" marriage was on the 27th in front of the eyes of God, four of my family, and around 88 of hers. I was a bit sad that more of my family could not attend, but Michigan is a far trip. My parents drove the entire way while Shea and Jamie flew. I would not want to do the driving. They left around noon on Sunday and returned home after we did. 

As for the wedding, it was a beautiful affair. I should have pictures uploaded soon. I may even post an in-depth happenings just for memories sake. 

And, of course, I plan to start updating more often. For 10.95 a month, you bet your taint I'll be updating. I also want to expand what I do with the journal. I'll put in more reviews and shit. Not for anyone else, God forbid a poor soul stumbles on this desolate page. But just so I can laugh at my horrible taste years down the road.

So after my soulful outpour in early February, I haven’t touched the page at all. I guess drunken musings have no direct significance in the grand scheme of things. Well, unless you’re part of the Lost Generation. Anyway, I’m busy working on my portfolio for graduate school. Hopefully I’ll finish that by the end of March. It was originally scheduled for this Tuesday, but I have so much more work to do it was pushed back. Good for the project, shitty since I will have to work on it over Spring Break. But I wasn’t getting Spring Break off from work anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. 

I watched Bewitched (movie) last night. I give it a B-. An interesting premise, and the characters were nicely casted. Makes me want to watch the original though. 

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but I’ll try to update more often. Sorry me. 

So, why is it when I start updating again, I immediately stop? I guess it's because I have no motivation. I don't know why I had the motivation in high school. Perhaps it was the teenager combination of ennui and angst. Engst or annui. I don't know. But now I just have no motivation to post. There's a lot going on in my life, but it's not worth me spending the 5 minutes I could be stumbling or writing my portfolio to do. Perhaps I will start posting everyday.

That is one thing I can be proud of: I don't post for anyone else. Fuck, I don't know if anyone else reads the shit I put up here. And, quite frankly, it wouldn't matter if no one else viewed this. Back in the day when no one knew what "blogs" were, I had an online journal. In fact, when I told people I had an online journal, they would look at me in disbelief and say, "you put that on the Internet." Like the Internet was a fucking leprechaun or leper to avoid. So, a lot has changed in 10 years. Fuck. Did I really start my journal almost 10 years ago? I feel so old and deprecate. Here I stand, on the cusp of my life, and all I can think of is my high school years. Ask me then and I would tell you those years were horrible and I was waiting for the next part of my life. But those were the years. No worries, no cares, just my life to live anyway I want. Now there are rules and regulations. I have to succeed and provide and perform. Anyway.

Anyway. Josh is coming up tomorrow. A throwback to better times. We're going to pick up a ring Saturday for my next stage of life. And who knows, perhaps fatherhood and marriage and steady job is better than what I expect. But it seems I'm sacrificing a part of me to become that figure. But maybe it's what I need. As long as I have my games and Internet, then I guess I'll survive.

Long story short, so and so on, I guess I'll try to update this God forsaken page a bit more often. I still have years of information to sort and organize through. Perhaps that is a task for two drunken delinquents on a Friday night. Perhaps. Or I'll just do what I do every night: Go to sleep early and dream of an exciting life.

Today it actually snowed. And not shitty “flurries” or whatever, but actual sticking snow. Amanda and I went and played a bit. We packed up snow balls and beat each other with them, and scraped snow off cars. Good times. It only lasted about 25 minutes, but well worth the 25 minutes. After that, we took back the S9s I got for my phone and went to Wal-Mart. Now we’re going to make a shit ton of tacos and play Rock Band. Should be a good time.

Although I did not create the snowman, I think the kids did a good job. I’m exceptionally proud of the titties the snowman…or I should say snowwoman… possess. 

Or something. I used RSS for a while now with comics and a couple other sites, but, until recently, I just had a folder I clicked in Firefox to view the posts. Not too spectacular. But today I found Brief, a Firefox addon, that is too awesome. Now I'm addicted to RSS feeds.

In other news, I sent back my Rock Band guitar today. So hopefully I'll get that soon. I like GH3's controller (which is good since I'm using it in the mean time), but I love the solo buttons on the Rock Band one. I also got Avatar on the 360 and "beat" it in 1 minutes. When I say "beat," I mean I got 1000/1000 gamerscore from it. What a cheesy game, but I'll take it.

Tomorrow I get off at 2:30. I should have Resident Evil: Extinction on Blu-ray when I get home tomorrow. Sunday we're going to the new Sam's Club. It opened today, but no way am I going today. It should be a blast thought.

Sometimes it’s not worth getting up in the morning… or going to bed… or having lunch. Etc. This lead me to thinking of suicide booth. Although my interest in them at the moment is purely academic, they seem like a good idea. If a person does not have the drive or interest to live in the world, should it matter if they don’t? When they cast off all ties to friends, family, work, love, pets, video games, then should we feel sorry for them? Obviously we’ll feel sorry for the those cast away. But it’s hard to find sympathy for someone who kills themselves. 

Now, there are exceptions: If you have a horrible disease or are in constant pain, then I can begin to empathize with you. However, you will probably be in a hospitable beds and can’t make your way to a suicide booth. Suicide booths in hospitals are not a good idea.

Anyway. Things are gray today, but that’s fine. I’m tempted to buy a new TV since Best Buy has a no-interest for 36 months deal. However, I’m always broke as is, so I don’t want to push the fragile lines of my bank account further into hysteria.

Yesterday I got a cool case for my awesome phone. But I was grief-stricken when my screen protector didn’t work quite right. So, now I have to try again this afternoon. If that doesn’t work, I’ll whine like a little girl and will probably buy another one.