[ life:revisited 2010 + 1 ]

I would like to welcome the Jedi Knight Keyden to my blog, since there wasn't enough crazy on this blog, we needed another heavy hitter to bring the noise. Please give him the same ignorance and bullshit comments that I get. I expect no quarter fuckers.

Well it has been a while but I have been asked to dip my toe once again into the interwebs and participate in a brave act to defy social media. Yes the much awaited return to the blog because there are some things to be posted here that can't be handled by Facebook. As my first act I say thank you to Darkstar for giving me the chance to play in these waters yet again while I try to develop something as well. Stay tuned for more, grab a Goose Island 312 or a glass of wine and sit back and enjoy the show.

Well, I am officially taking the plunge, as in moving out of the city COMPLETELY. I am already located somewhere in the wild western burbs, but the time has come to quit my soul-strangling job, cut my commute by 90%, and see if I can't regain some of the sanity the previous job has taken from me. As you might have noticed, in my long-ass tenure as a "blogger", that i have had a long and decorated career of jobs that I have hated. I am completely content that a new job will be similar, but at least when I leave work at night, I will not have to sit on a train for hours next to smelly people who talk on cellphone like they are on the shitter alone. Wish me luck, O' faithful readers!

P.S. If you don't get my blog's title, clicky clicky here and turn up your speakerboxxxx, dawg.

Not sure even where to start sometimes. I have so many thoughts that encircle my brain, and I always think "Why don't I write that down?" But then its gone and I am moving on to the next frivolity or groundbreaking-already done-thing. Quitting my job. Why? Not only because I can't stand most of the people there, the commute, the industry, and maybe even the fact that I am going nowhere there, but the main reason is that I got complacent. I got comfy, and comfy sucks sometimes. Comfy doesn't always mean slow, but it means predictable, and when the weather is always predicted to be poop, well its time to change the scenery.

I know that this blog is mainly speaking into the ether, like the lone crazy person speaking to an empty room, not because he hopes someone will hear, but because he has to speak. He has to do this to filter his thoughts, or this man becomes some gibbering idiot that can't concentrate on a single task. I have enough issues doing that now. I wish I could end on some kitschy, slightly amusing joke or picture, but quite frankly I am going to end just like I started, sort of bland, and with a normal, forgettable subject and frame of mind.

This was taken roughly 2 minutes before I changed into a vampire demon werewolf sleeping drunk guy. I'm not even sure when this was taken, but it expresses my current emotion nicely.

The worst thing for me is seeing / hearing / experiencing shit that doesn't make any sense. I may have a temper, I may be rash at times, and I may even be slightly mentally imbalanced, but one thing I also am is, when lucid at least, logical. If you don't have any money, you don't go out and go nuts. If you have a shitty job, you look for another. I just get really frustrated when things get complicated and illogical at the same time.

This may be a major weakness, since the majority of my life is spent trying to fix the very situations that make me want to go all USPS on people.

I am about the easiest person to entertain ever, as well. I don't even really require light, I like indoors, halfway decent food, and a drink now and again. The internet, and decent conversation, as well as a good book and some good electronic music will win out over heavily social interactions any day, which also adds whip cream to the fury cake I am eating when a larger group of people make fools of themselves in general. I have cultivated a reputation in my circles as the crazy tough guy who will try to rip the lips off a rhino. Is that who I am? Maybe sometimes, but mainly I just want some peace, quiet, and simplicity. Is that too much to ask?

I am quite afraid to think that it just might be too much for me to ask for.

Bummer.

Well, I am trying to brew beer for the first time, and I am sure it will be perfect. Well maybe not. Its actually a pretty involved process, for those who haven'y google'd that shizz, its a lot of cleaning, cleaning, boiling, stirring, sprinkling, then hoping for about a month. I just actually finished the first part about 2 hours ago. So I have a while to figure out if I made bathtub whiskey, iced tea, swill, or something that might pass off as Coors Light.
But hey, it was fun! :) And I got to celebrate by having some tasty Sam Adams.

NINJA UPDATE 2.13.10 : Beer actually tastes pretty good, as it is non-carbonated, and still needs to be bottled. Kind of like a lighter Hoegaarden. More to come after I bottle in the next few days.

So I was on the Metra going to my crib, and shit, dawg, and like I was jamming out to some phat tunes on Pandora on my Blackberry. And shit.


So I have some pretty kick ass headphones, and I can jack up the volume pretty high, so I was having a great time, let me tell you. Then, for some reason Pandora decided to just start playing the song I was jamming out to at max volume out of the speakerphone on the Blackberry. 


The picture you see is what happened next.


Well, not really, it was more like a bunch of middle-aged businessmen and women looking at me with disdain, as if to say "What is the strange noise that has begun playing on my quaint train ride?" Cue me frantically trying to pause the music (which failed) and unplug and plug in my headphones (which failed the first time, then worked the second time) I sheepishly said "Sorry", and resumed my jam session in private. The picture is what happened in my mind, just somehow hoping this would turn into the most awesome music video in the world ever. But, alas, no strobe lights or hot rave chicks in wifebeaters getting all sweaty. No drugs either. :(


Well, at least tomorrow is Friday. Yay.