So alot has happened in the last week that’s kept me from my blog. Lets see … where to begin.  So last friday me and my buddy Fanelli went to Dave and Busters.  We ate, talked about the days of old and played some video games.  We played some more video games, and more video games and then it happened. The holy grail of a video gamers alike it finally happened! It took me two years and quite literally hundreds of dollars, and who knows how many hours! Regardless, it happened! It’s cemented my place in all the geekiness heaven, and the true title of “Gamer” it happened. *sighs*. It’s awesome. I finally got my D&B Gold Card! Wooohoooo! Go me! I’m stoked. So for those playing the home game that don’t know what D&B is, nor do you know what a gold card is. It’s basically Chucky Cheese for adults. A huge arcade with a bar. Pretty sweet eh? …

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Life. You think you have a handle, a grasp on it and it can prove just how naive you really are. Furthermore, life has in it’s back pocket a few things we never expected, things that we never planned on. Whether it be a monkey, a wrench, or a curve ball. Always waiting in it’s back pocket to be shoved into the best made plans, usually unexpected. It’s never easy either, nor is it ever simple. It’s just one big game of Twister. It’s never “Just get down on all 4′s and you win”. It’s always “Put your left leg on yellow, wrap your right leg around your head counter clockwise and put it on blue, then take your left hand and place it on the other side of the twister board, and here is a new rule, you have to do 10 push-ups in that position”.The easy button.Wherever it is, if it even exists, has eluded me for the …

Some say that we never truly unlock the “power” of super computers given the limiting factors of input and output.  Meaning,  we can never truly  tell how fast a super computer is because nothing can keep up with it’s input/output demands.  Sometimes I feel that my mind works the same way. Thinking a million miles a minute. So many words, so many thoughts, so many emotions that need to be conveyed by simple words and yet my words can’t keep up. There isn’t enough time in the day, oxygen in the atmosphere, or age in my bones to really portray what it is I’m thinking. To explain every possible reason for my thought process. And when I do try, I form sentence structures that seem random and fragmented, and in times contradicting what was said but with valid reasons. Sometimes though my mind is just over loaded with it all, that the only thing I can do is to …

My day starts like it usually does. I reach blindly into my fridge, wiping and reach for an ice cold can of fruit. Whether that be a fruit mix, pineapple chunks, peach chunks, apple chunks, chunk this or chunk that. It’s tasty. It’s a decent breakfast, or at least better than what I’ve taken to eaten in the past which is nothing.This day however I made a mistake. No chunky this, or chunky that, but crushed pineapple. Crushed? Are you kidding me? /sigh. I only say it’s the hotdog of the fruit world because crushed pineapple looks like every remaining disgusting part of the pineapple that didn’t make it into the whole/chunky containers./ugh.Ok, so I need to get going, get a decent meal for today. I’m going to go coat shopping.Blogged with Flock

A cab driver reaches the Pearly Gates and announces his presence to St. Peter, who looks him up in his Big Book. Upon reading the entry for the cabbie, St. Peter invites him to pick up a silk robe and a golden staff and to proceed into Heaven. A preacher is next in line behind the cabby and has been watching these proceedings with interest. He announces himself to St. Peter. Upon scanning the preacher’s entry in the Big Book, St. Peter furrows his brow and says, “Okay, we’ll let you in, but take that cloth robe and wooden staff.”The preacher is astonished and replies, “But I am a man of the cloth. You gave that cab driver a gold staff and a silk robe. Surely I rate higher than a cabbie.”St. Peter responded matter-of-factly: “This is heaven and up here, we are interested in results. When you preached, people slept. When the cabbie drove his taxi, people prayed.”Blogged …

Before I being I should just say that I’m spent. Spent. 100%. Nothing left. Exhausted, tired and defeated among many vibrant adjectives that could be used to describe how I feel. I think really the only situation I can think of would be star trek. You know when your going at warp 10 and all you can see is stars passing you by, and the next second all the stars around you slow down and turn from lines to dots. As captain of the ship you sit there and realize you don’t want to slow down, but there is something wrong. Something terribly wrong. “Scotty, I need more power!”./ugh.Where to begin? I suppose yesterday would be a good place to start, lets say at work? We have a new client coming on board that is supposedly pretty big and of course whenever there are projects due, stress ensues for everybody involved. Work that was done has to be redone for …

Good times.My weekend excursion of dog sitting is finally over with. Not that it was a bad thing but it made me realize just how nice and cozy my own bed is. How it’s always important to have a nice hot shower with adequate water pressure(to say their shower head drizzled would be giving it kudos), and just how sweet puppies can be when bribed with human food, how a huge house is far too big for me and dogs are too much responsibility for me right now. It also made me realize just how challenging home ownership is, how I hate shoveling snow even if I’m laughing my butt of thinking of my dad with his goofy ear flopping hat, or if it brought me back to a time when I was mowing the lawn and I shot myself in the foot by saying “Oh, this is fun” …. “Good, you can do it from here on out, …

Barack just kicked butt, what do you think? Why am I holding this door open for this lady who’s chit chatting? Will she like the gift? What other bank can I get besides sallie mae? Why does it feel like everybody is out to rob me? Red Light? Just admit it. What’s your problem? Will the dogs be ok until I get there? I need sleep. Was yesterday payday? Do I have enough gas, or do I need to fill up? Did my electric bill get paid? Why is it none of my buttons on my phone work when I desperately need it? Stop asking me stupid questions. I can’t fall asleep ever. That guy just walked on a red light, clearly he saw the flashing hand? I could go for a hot meal right now. Wrong light to walk on buddy. I don’t want to work out tonight but I have to. I could go for a hot shower …