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Below you will find my weblog, or just blog. The name may not strike you right away, but you'll get it after I ask you one question: How many letters are there in the alphabet?

I use these twenty−six letters to share moments I experience, thoughts I come upon or ideas I have that I don't feel like keeping to myself. Writing them gives me the ability to share with you.

Maybe you'll laugh, maybe you'll swallow hard, maybe you will learn something about me that you didn't previous know, or maybe you'll relate the words below to something in your own experiences. You may even know the subjects I allude to between the paragraph tags.

So much that I will often write without proofing. If I offend you, it is nothing personal, simply my opinion. I'll complain about things that bother me, things I find offensive and just random thoughts I hold onto long enought to transfer to my blog.

The only thing you need know is that I love to write.


Posts Tagged ‘friends’

Whois: She

Friday, August 13th, 2010

While consolidating emails from the past (circa 2006), I came across a notification from one of my early blogs. I read through it, and while I can remember every thing I reference, I can’t remember everyone.

I honestly can’t remember who “she” is.

From a post written on February 20, 2006, originally titled “All In The Last 72 Hours”

“Get up come on get down with the…” could be heard over everything this weekend at two of my favorite spots. Not only that, but I had one of the most fun weekends I’ve ever had.

I met someone (I already knew) again – who I hadn’t seen in over three years. Wow, I am getting old.

We have talked every day since Thursday, (that is rare for me to talk to anyone for four [fore!] days in a row), unless they live with me. I don’t even want to get into the dynamics of that last sentance, so I’ll drop it.

Interestingly enough, after four days, I was still able to materialize thirteen minutes of unscripted conversation today. (That is amazing, because it takes a lot to keep me interested.) I usually find myself struggling when trying to maintain a decent conversation because I jump around so much.

I get bored. Easily.

Oh my gosh (funny story)… I’m currently watching Hide and Seek with my roommate right now and it stars two actors I like.

  1. Famke Janssen – She is gorgeous (it took me some time to get back to that feeling after she appeared on Nip/Tuck) and she is a good actress.
  2. Dakota Fanning – A very talented actress.

So, I got my roommate’s attention to share how pretty I think Famke is, and while trying to remember Dakota’s name, because I just watched a movie with her in it (Man on Fire), and a moment after Famke was no longer on-screen, I said, “What’s her name?”…in reference to Dakota. Curiosity immediately led me to the wonderful power of the Internet and I quickly found her name. When I did, I read it aloud: “Dakota Fanning.” At this point Famke had returned to the screen.

Derek replied, “She’s got a nice fanning.” (I’m sure you can pick out the correllation between her last name and fanny.) I stopped, looked at him and asked, “So, are you registered yet? You sick bastard.”

As soon as he put “a” with “b” to find “c” laughter ensued.

Back to my story – great weekend…Saturday morning one of my friends had a huge craving for wings so we were throwing out ideas of where to go to get wings and Derek threw out “Always have wings.”

Third time i laughed almost to the point of urination.

She just called again. Yessss. OK, bedtime.

Flighting Connections

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

The emotions people experience after touchdown and prior to takeoff are not documentable.

Family, friends and significant others have various ways of materializing the standard hello/goodbye into something much more tangible than the familiar two-syllable exchange.

Inbound, I notice smiles, laughter, high-fives, handshakes, and running (sometimes) combined with an aerial hug and kiss. For variety, a three-quarter, or full spin is added, (and can even be followed with a smooch session, or hand-holding).

Some are just simple head nods – usually between bros.

Outbound, I observe aggressive waving, extended [group] hugs, low-fives and long kisses goodbye, many times combined with ocular condensation and/or the repeating, 15-degree shoulder twist. Feet remain stationary, while everything north of the knees rotates on a vertical axis back and forth.

Bros exchange a fist bump, handshake hug or just a simple “later”.

I people watch as all of this happens around me, traveling from gate to gate on the horizontal escalator….headphones in, with my music just loud enough to drown out the intercom’s final boarding call.

Twelve to One

Sunday, January 10th, 2010

I woke up on last year’s first feeling refreshed, because I won the fight I was in the night before [with a bottle of NyQuil].

My last [KC] New Year’s was spent with some of my closest friends, and sixteen days later I put 735 miles in between myself and most of those individuals. We did have a pretty epic going away party (several).

I lost a handful of other friends, rather acquaintances, between there and here, and even more between January 17th and yesterday.

Several other friendships were strengthened – my night and weekend minutes are proof of that.

So, what else did I realize between one-seventeen and one-one?

  1. You can’t put a price on friendship, but when there are zero direct flights between the city you live in and the city they do, maintaining friendships becomes quite pricey. Worth it.
  2. Shit happens. It did to me this year, to excess; but, in between those moments, I managed to meet some good people and have some good times.
  3. The people you grow up closest to are more susceptible to the unstoppable expansion of space and time.
  4. The key to self-preservation lies in listening more, talking less and knowing when to walk away.
  5. When I get stressed, my stomach takes the blame – my appetite waves goodbye, my nights get longer and my pillows fill the emptiness.
  6. I cannot lose at the alphabet game.

It’s only the tenth and it’s already been quite a year. A lot of firsts…had Whataburger and Jack in the box, meh. Listened to Insane Clown Posse, still not a fan. Won twice at foosball, that’s right. Wore a t-shirt on January 1st, nice. Saw an ad for “awesome restrooms”, false. And, I will be getting my wisdom teeth removed soon, so I have four less dents to brosse.

Here’s to the best one yet, and hopefully many more.

Weak Ends

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

I love Sunday’s, but the day after is usually not on my list of favorites. You know going in [to the weekend] that Monday is going to suck.

Some Mondays are a little less painful than others. Usually due to the kind conversations some Sunday evenings can bring.

When you’ve completed the weekend’s work and literally have no [one] thing to do, the most satisfying item you choose to do can be a multi-minute phone call with someone that lives a state or two away and shares the same predicated nothingness as your evening.

Even so, when you wake up the next morning and flick the night’s dust from your eyelids, you are already looking forward to closing them again at the day’s conclusion.