Tuesday, April 15, 2014


Sooo... the Blue Jackets. They just finished their best season ever, and they're headed to the playoffs for the second time in their history.

And I've got tickets.

Color me exxxxcited!

I don't expect a trip to the finals, and I know getting out of the first round is going to be a major challenge, but I am pumped. Win or lose, it's been some sort of run.

Saturday, April 12, 2014


It's been a while since I was really, really sick. The first year I was with Kelly, I got hit with a flu that hit me worse than any other sickness had hit me before. Since then, I'm been mostly healthy, except for a half-cold that hit me the year I worked at Disco. Even then, it wasn't much more than a 4 day sore throat that tried to be something much more.

Unfortunately, I got hit with a sore throat last week that evolved into phlegm and eventually into a brutal head cold. I wasn't coughing or sneezing or dealing with a lot of phlegm, but the congestion in my head was unlike any other. The true unfortunate thing came at the very end when I somehow cracked a tooth. I went from squeezed head to exploding face before I even had a day to recover.

Ever since DST, I had been way off my sleep schedule. Where the cold caught me up (many hours spent in bed), the toothache limited me to 3 hours of sleep in 2 nights. I cannot win for the life of me with that stuff. And... now the Jackets are going to the playoffs..... wait, that isn't a bad thing. :-D

Life is strange. Strange strange strange. No matter how many times I say it, it is ever present and intriguing.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

The week that was - saving 2014

Well, where to begin?

Monday - St Patrick's Day. Met up with Tollie and made our plans for the day. We planned on going to multiple places, but we ended up only making two. We were going to meet Joel and Donyel at Fado, but they had a cover charge just to enter so we went to WoB instead. We both had many good beers before the other two arrived, but it wasn't until they were there that it started getting interesting. 

We moved to a different table and got a different waitress who didn't know what an Irish breakfast was (it almost killed me), and then we were talking about about old loves and Donyel threw the drink menu right at Joel's face. There were 4 little ring marks on his forehead where the ringed end of the menu hit him. I tell you, Tollie and I laughed for what felt like an hour. We almost fell out of our booth. Seriously.

Anyways, after drinking at WoB til about 6, we packed up and headed to a smaller joint called Zeno's, where we met up with another old friend and drank for another 2 or 3 hours. It was the kind of day that I needed to kick my senses back into focus. Great friends, great times, great life.

Tuesday was a dull work-day. Stress filled with an insubordinate co-worker and with myself catching a patron trying to steal. Let's skip to Wednesday. I honestly hadn't made any plans until I heard that my old friend Tim from Caption passed away at the age of 31. Zippy was in the shop and there was a memorial show happening in Hilliard, so I was desperately trying to find a ride. Andi volunteered but in the end I decided that I wanted to do something more locally, so we went to Sticks and Stones (the old Briar Patch, etc) for karaoke. It was definitely the right choice, as we hit it off with the DJ, the owner and everyone else in the bar.  Serious entertainment.

Thursday was also a S+S day. Ed and I had planned a CBJ away game watch party there, but it was poorly promoted and I honestly didn't believe many people would show up. I had even forgot about it, but there I was that night as people started to pour in. We ended up with a dozen ACA members, and then there were 2 other people who were PSL holders who always had wanted to sit with us, and another couple who always came to S+S for away games but never saw any other CBJ fans. Needless to say, we made a great impression and had a great time. Oh, and the boys in blue won. Yeah buddy.

Friday was work, but I finally had some good news dumped on me. For the past few weeks, I've been dealing with a massive level of BS from work. Initially, I had gone through the entire interview process and had been told that I was being promoted to management. We spent two weeks planning my exit strategy and then the Wednesday before last I was called and told there was a mistake and I wasn't supposed to have been offered the promotion. To say that I was upset would be a massive understatement, especially with all the planning we had made. Anyways, I spoke with my boss and his boss and they took it up the ladder to their bosses and apparently (or obviously?) this did not sit well with the higher brass in the company. So all the talking heads got together and made me a six week plan where once I was finished, I was again to be offered a spot in management training.

And then, Saturday. Five Iron Frenzy! Andi, Anthony and I all went to Skullys for the funtimes. We arrived a few hours early and enjoyed some food while the band did their soundcheck. After they were finished, a few of the members walked around the bar and Reese walked by me. Instinctively, I jumped up and asked him for a hug. It was such a knee-jerk moment, but my heart absolutely exploded when he embraced me. It was something else. Years and years of wanting to do that, and then BOOM.

Moving on, the opening band was a Columbus act with a decent pop-punk sound. They were cool guys, but we were all there to see FIF. When they all came on stage, I realized that we were directly in front of the horn section (Dennis, Jeff the Girl, Brad). Cue deafness. Actually, I'm glad we were there because I love watching horn instruments play. Such enthusiasm! Where I was standing, I was right across from Jeff, which ended up being a hit for the night. We blew each other kisses, and after she sang "When I Go Out" someone mentioned metal and she went "Snap your fingers snap your neck!" I yelled "YEAH PRONG!" and we did a metal fist-bump/hand-hold. I told her I was in love with here right then and there. LOL.

Anyways, back to the show. They did a pretty good set. Into Your Veins, Zen and Xenophobia, Handbook, At Least I'm Not Like Those Other Old Guys, 0 Meets 15, You Can't Handle This, Milestone, Someone Else's Problem, When I Go Out, Battle Dancing Unicorns (in which I did a unicorn dance that Dennis pointed out as being awesome), Blue Comb, American Kryptonite, Oh Canada, Dark and Stormy Night (which blew my mind. So good live!), Against a Sea of Troubles, So Far, and Farsighted. It was a similar list from the last time we saw them, adding a few newer ones and subtracting some golden oldies (You Shouldn't Move Here, One Girl Army, Pre-Ex) but the biggest subtraction was ending the show with Every New Day. From what I've been told over the years, they ALWAYS closed their shows with that song. From when "Our Newest Album Ever" was released up until the last tour where we saw them at the Bluestone.  We spoke with a few folks who had been at the show the night before and they confirmed that it was the same setlist. Nobody seemed to know why they stopped closing shows with it, but we were all disappointed. I had built up my night for that emotional release. However, Andy came out and sang Bohemian Rhapsody with the entire group of remaining folks after Farsighted finished. It was a cool treat, just the same.

On our way out, we found Reese again and I gave him several more hugs. I told him that BSS had meant so much for my life and he told me that it was all God. I told him not to sell himself short and took another hug for the road. We also saw Jeff, who had been making fun of Andi's laugh the entire night by clucking like a chicken any time she heard it. Dennis was the last member I saw, and I told him how much I loved him from FIF and BSS as well. As we were driving home, I reflected on how much my life had changed, not just from that one night, but from the entire week preceding it.


That took a while. I feel better. Haha.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

This house is fallin' apart

Slowly, but surely I regain footing.

I, continue

Wednesday, March 12, 2014


i do not have any questions, and i am not an answer.  

i am restrained by my existence, but i am not freed by an cessation.

all of my fragments do not create a whole, yet i am missing no pieces.

i am often a reflection of nothingness. i am often a hollow, cracked mirror

i only love the taste of blood if it is my own. i find it is also easier to draw from my own body.

i have a remarkably smooth face for someone who constantly smashes their face into glass

the perfectionist inside me says that my self-inflicted woulds must be absolute, but not fatal.

i only enjoy light when it reminds me that the darkness is extinguished.

i enjoy darkness, but only when i am not aware of the absence of light.

i am parallel to infinite emptiness.  i am colorless. i am not gray.

if you were to look inside me, you would see that i am hollow. everyone is hollow. i am hollow

Saturday, March 8, 2014

The first time you heard it...

...was it as good as you thought it would be?

...was it the best thing you ever heard?

Or did it grow on you with age? Did it turn into the greatest thing ever?

Where were you when you first heard it? Or did it not have that heavy of an effect on you?

You'll always know when you hear it.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Sometimes I feel like I could write all day and I still wouldn't get around to saying anything.