Saturday, December 29, 2012
A novel?
A novel... Novelette?, novilata? Maybe just a short story. I feel like I could write forever since the last time I actually posted. But that would just cause my readers too say "fuck this game I'm moving on".... All two of my readers ;)Anyway after quitting and finally deciding too move it was near the end of June 2012. I made the decision with pros and cons. But upmost with family in mind (boy am I suffering financially now!)I left family behind in tears when I moved away and when I moved... Well shit away again. I had a huge party the night before I left, which was amazing too see the support from ppl not expected and depressing too see the lack of support from loved ones and friends. The day I quit my job, about 1.5 weeks before I moved, my boss lost it on me for quitting. Really just berated me is more accurate (but he threw the party, bourbon and all, so no hard feelings)it was cold dark and grey when I woke up, with essentially nothing packed. So I began, netflix/last night's bourbon/packing. You might think it's impossible but I'm a guy, truck packed in three hours..... And a huge desire too purge personal belongings. I said some final goodbyes, and started the 18 hour journey. should have been done in 2 days but took 1.5 weeks. Maybe because I was sad but mostly because my truck broke down in a town called swift current which can only be described as nine mile in Richmond VA ;). I came home too an outpouring of love and family, and a huge lack of work.... TBC sorry for the cut off its for the lack of suspense.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
"Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life."
A friend of mine stopped by last night, you know the kind that just walk through the door, without saying anything. The kind that walk up to the fridge grab a beer, than open your patio doors to go out for a smoke, before you have really registered they are there. We were standing outside, huddling by the bbq because it was cold out. He said
Z: You know what would be better than a bbq.
J: Go on then?
Z: A fire.
J: I have a shovel, lets dig a whole in my back yard (he said at the point that he mentioned fire, my eyes lit up, and he knew we were going to do it)
We set off, in the truck, picking up broken pallets, and fallen trees, than headed back to dig the hole. The sky was incredibly clear, you could see the moon as if it was even closer than usual, all the stars were bright. It had been blowing wind and raining the whole day, but when we started that fire, it seemed the wind had stopped just for us. There were potatoes baking in the fire, cold beer, music, and companionship. I realized that it was nothing out of the ordinary, this is something you could do everyday. Than I looked up at the sky, and a good song came on.
J: This is brilliant, its so clear out.
Z: It's incredible.
Z: I think I just might cry when you leave.
J: I love this song.
Z: Thats why I chose it.
Looking up at the sky, time stopped. Before I knew it, it was midnight, and I knew I was going to have an incredibly tough time getting up in the morning. As if to cheer us on for, partying on a school night, the fire just so happened to look like this.
It had formed the anarchist symbol, all on its own. It was kinda strange actually.
"feels like some kind of ride but it's turning out just
to be life going absolutely perfectly"
— Brian Andreas
Z: You know what would be better than a bbq.
J: Go on then?
Z: A fire.
J: I have a shovel, lets dig a whole in my back yard (he said at the point that he mentioned fire, my eyes lit up, and he knew we were going to do it)
We set off, in the truck, picking up broken pallets, and fallen trees, than headed back to dig the hole. The sky was incredibly clear, you could see the moon as if it was even closer than usual, all the stars were bright. It had been blowing wind and raining the whole day, but when we started that fire, it seemed the wind had stopped just for us. There were potatoes baking in the fire, cold beer, music, and companionship. I realized that it was nothing out of the ordinary, this is something you could do everyday. Than I looked up at the sky, and a good song came on.
J: This is brilliant, its so clear out.
Z: It's incredible.
Z: I think I just might cry when you leave.
J: I love this song.
Z: Thats why I chose it.
Looking up at the sky, time stopped. Before I knew it, it was midnight, and I knew I was going to have an incredibly tough time getting up in the morning. As if to cheer us on for, partying on a school night, the fire just so happened to look like this.
It had formed the anarchist symbol, all on its own. It was kinda strange actually.
"feels like some kind of ride but it's turning out just
to be life going absolutely perfectly"
— Brian Andreas
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
This is.
Me preteneding to know what I am typing about. I think the biggest question to any person that blogs is that they do not know what they are going to blog about when they sit down to do it. Some people find inspiration from past experiences and can tell a great storey based on that. Others will post about what is going on in their life. Where as I am not really that old enough to blog about past stories, or really have interesting things going on in my life right now. Which leaves me with mundane life stories to talk about, that do not exactly enthrall my readers. But I do try for the most part. This is me trying but still have not come up with anything after typing this and up until this point. I'm not going to lie, but my life is a lot easier than most peoples. I certainly do not work as much as other people, I work probably an average of 25 hours a week, and still make enough money to survive in a resort town, while fueling my very strong desires of alcohol and nicotene. I call them strong desires, as I do not like to refer to either of them as addictions. I like to think that I can drop anything I want too, as naive as that sounds. For instance, if I am actually working on a jobsite, instead of working in an office, which does nto happen often. I find that I intake 0 nicotene through out the whole time I am there. As long as I am occupying both parts of my brain, such as critical thinking, and hands on. I dont desire anything else, other than to complete the job that I am doing. Where as if I am sitting in front of a computer all day, it does not occupy my mind enough, numbers do not do enough for me. It wouldnt be unheard of to have a drink at lunch, and maybe one through out the afternoon of work, just to ease me into a work mode, where I can deal with the dullness of sitting in front of a computer. This is not to say I do not enjoy my job, I very much do. I enjoy having the free time, so that I can finish working out in the afternooon. Or I can take the dog out and go for a hike, or to head off early and go fishing. Hmmm I think the only solution to this quandry, if it is even a quandry since I already know the answer to it, is that I need something to occupy my time. So as we count down to the time when I move again, I already have 4 months of work booked in the summer on job sites. Thats right, I will no longer be sitting in an office, I will have less times for things like blogging, and hiking, and taking the dog out. But I think they are worth while sacrifices, except for maybe taking the dog out. I am moving back to the place that I call home, which is to say it is the place where I was born and raised. I believe, more than anything that, that is where I belong. I have found my place...
Sunday, March 27, 2011
weekend
Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. ~Bill Watterson
What did you do?
What did you do?
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
I thougt....
You might like to drive to work with me today. (if you can find a photo, of someone who ate a guardrail while taking photos while driving, let me know you know who you are ;)
Walking out the front door. The house across the way, is a ridiculously old man, whom I have named Frank, he has a beagle that is so old it has a pot belly. Which I have named Norman. I would take a picture of the only homeless man in town, whom I have named Victor, but I am not entirely sure where he spends his mornings. Victor likes Didge, but he has only met Didge when has been drunk. He also takes my cans and bottles to the bottle depot for me.
typing in the code. With the door handles, that make my hands look really small. But is also an awesome feature, since I always know where my truck keys are, in the cup holder.
The Bridge to leave town. This is not the only way to leave town, but it is the fastest, and the closest to the coffee shop. Which as of a couple years ago, also exports their delicious coffee to the United States of America.
Morning Coffee First. I go here every single morning, on the mornings when I dont feel like talking, I can place my money, and coffee card on the counter, and get my order without uttering one word. I buy enough cups of coffee through out the week, that I always get to fill up my coffee card, and have free coffee friday. Which the workers say I have to have something more expensive and new.
The Grocery store I shop at. I generally go here on tuesdays, since that is when all the deals are. Except for today, since last time, I stocked enough up.
Main Street. Main street, what can I say about it, it is what it is. Its a lot shorter than it looks.
The lake, and the last turn before work. This not the only access to the lake, there also a beach five minutes walk from my place, than there is dog beach, which is the same lake. But dogs are allowed to swim in that part.
Welsh Lakes
Walking out the front door. The house across the way, is a ridiculously old man, whom I have named Frank, he has a beagle that is so old it has a pot belly. Which I have named Norman. I would take a picture of the only homeless man in town, whom I have named Victor, but I am not entirely sure where he spends his mornings. Victor likes Didge, but he has only met Didge when has been drunk. He also takes my cans and bottles to the bottle depot for me.
typing in the code. With the door handles, that make my hands look really small. But is also an awesome feature, since I always know where my truck keys are, in the cup holder.
The Bridge to leave town. This is not the only way to leave town, but it is the fastest, and the closest to the coffee shop. Which as of a couple years ago, also exports their delicious coffee to the United States of America.
Morning Coffee First. I go here every single morning, on the mornings when I dont feel like talking, I can place my money, and coffee card on the counter, and get my order without uttering one word. I buy enough cups of coffee through out the week, that I always get to fill up my coffee card, and have free coffee friday. Which the workers say I have to have something more expensive and new.
The Grocery store I shop at. I generally go here on tuesdays, since that is when all the deals are. Except for today, since last time, I stocked enough up.
Main Street. Main street, what can I say about it, it is what it is. Its a lot shorter than it looks.
The lake, and the last turn before work. This not the only access to the lake, there also a beach five minutes walk from my place, than there is dog beach, which is the same lake. But dogs are allowed to swim in that part.
Welsh Lakes
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