A Bachelors Blog

Man, what a weekend!     The storms we had over the past few days were pretty phenomenal, and to be out in the rain while thunder makes your ears hurt and lightning flashes leave their impressions in your vision as you trudge through six inches of water.... very cool.   Went out to paintball in the country, and besides the odd woodtick trekking across my ball sac or man nipple, I would say a very successful day.  We spent 8 hours out there, bbqing, drinking, listening to music and warming up between rounds, and then heading into 'the shit' to try and do bodily damage to one another. A special shout out to the two ladies that braved the weather extremes and the raw pain of getting shot. Warriors, truly.   There really is nothing cooler than leaping out of an ambush spot while thunder peals behind you and lightning crackles across the sky, firing at eachother, and when the guy you shot shouts HIT, you stop to check for any injuries on yourself...only to l...

   We all try to keep things in proper perspective.  No one wants a $230 speeding ticket, but does that give us carte blanche to fly off the handle and act foolishly?   Well, when I received mine in the mail, all I could do was shrug, mutter a quiet "shit", and get on with the rest of my day.  What's done is done...right?   Things have been a bit rocky for me this past while, and overall I think I have weathered it decently. Not perfectly mind you, but in reflection, having these same issues even two or three years ago, I would have been less... elegant, in my responses.   I bring this up simply because of an email from my best friend. After lamenting, and to be honest, some outright whining, I unfolded my last few months and vented the built up stress.      His response was not exactly elegant.  But then again, he isn't my best friend because I need an elegant response every time.  He was truthful and somewhat blunt in ...

  I have to say that the idea of a rooftop patio is pretty cool. Sitting on a bar stool overlooking the downtown, five stories up and able to feel the cool breezes with a cold beer in the hand... very nice... Except for the vertigo.   It's kind of like being nauseous but without the fun of the drinking part.   If you have any sort of fear of heights, then you learn to cope and manage, and the adjustment wasn't bad at all.  Until my friend started talking about a rooftop patio like ours in Victoria.... only the building was as tall as the Richardson building (the largest building in our fair city).   ... The Basket 'o' fries just didnt taste as good after that image. 

Today I got word on my poor Bumblebee.    Dead on arrival.  He won't be back for one last encore performance.... my faithful car of almost 6 years is no more.  I went to the compound where it was stored and removed all the personal effect...    It was sad really. I didn't realize how sentimental I was towards my car, having always had a love/hate relationship with the thing.. but as I pulled up to my destroyed vehicle, Pearl Jams Black (my favorite PJ song), came on my psp and blared in the speakers of the rental and I was a bit morose.   I emptied out most of the stuff and decided to put the key in the ignition to pop the CD out. On came the same song.. it was like poor Bee was saying goodbye, singing that last sad song to me through the same channel.   Normally you have to be plugged in with the adapter (which was sitting snugly in the rental) for a signal to be broadcast...   Well.. I guess not.  The song came on when I put ...

So this is how I spent my Birthday Afternoon.    I'm not quite sure what I have done to heap this large steaming pile of Karmic horseshit on my head lately, but here it is, and I get to deal with it. I don't recall life asking me what I wanted or even caring, so tada!!! Another magical chapter in my most amazing book of life.    Good grief.   Hard to stay positive while squashed under a truck and a chevy cobalt parked in the trunk of your car.   That was yesterday.  Today is another day, which is almost over... and tomorrow, and etc etc etc.  All I can say is that "hey, no one was really hurt too badly" and that is something, but I really hope this isn't a reflection of the year to come....   The nice weather leads me to believe otherwise...Im still holding out hope that maybe that was the last of my ugly season, that maybe NOW things will start to go my way.  It's been too long since the last "Year of Ryan" I am about due for ano...

Well.. my birthday is officially over and I am ready for bed. I feel like a bag of rusty nails that were beaten with a wet rag...whatever that feels like... All I know is that my neck aches like a motherfucker.   For my birthday, God, in all His wisdom, has decided to give me the gift of a Four Car Collision for my special day.  My car was completely hammered and I doubt it will be repairable.   My neck and shoulders hurt like nuts, but Im not one to complain so I will sleep on it and see if I feel better.   I texted a bunch of my "friends" and only 3 people showed up... I made more friends with the local pub crawlers.. so much for friendship.   I deleted my Facebook account, once and for all.  I am surprisingly ok with my decision.  Im tired of all that shit anyway. .....  got into a small bar brawl, which was more ridiculous than anything else... but hey, its a story to tell, and no one was hurt.   So! My car is totalled, my friends ki...

I'm thinking of Dave Chappelle's "Rick James" skit, as I type this out...   Spent last night with some friends, watching the Clayton Digsby skit as well as Rick James.... man did we howl, cheeks hurtin and everything!     Sometimes a good laugh is the only real medicine.  Of course, some nice and sunny weather doesn't hurt either!     The irony is that I am sitting in my rocking chair, typing this out, not enjoying this fantastic weather at all....although my door to the balcony is open and the sun is warming the room nicely... It counts for something.   Was planning on going to the park and reading, but I think I will save that for tomorrow. Just the thought of sitting on a bench with a cool breeze on my face, and a solid book to read... its all I need.    Speaking of which, I started book two of the Asia series by James Clavell!  The guy is a really good author, its unfortunate that he has passed.... I will enjoy what he ha...

 Started the two job routine today and it was everything I expected it to be...and more, but by more I mean less.   A long and sleepless night followed by two jobs, ten hours, one hour of walking, and a towing fee of eighty dollars.  *sigh*   Parking at mts is a gong show.  They have this 'scramble' parking lot in the back that is all gravel and garbage.  Long story short, I allowed two of my co workers to take parking stalls, even though I had been there before, then when it was my turn to grab the next empty one, some guy races in and takes it.   I park in an "NON DESIGNATED PARKING AREA" for literally, 8 minutes.  I got towed.  From work.  For not being greedy.   Then... I walked an hour through downtown and all the way to the tow yard which is in about the worst area of town... in the rain, to pay money I don't have for something that should never have happened in the first place.   Since working for MTS I have acc...

  This city is too small.  I know I have said that before....many times... but it's more pertinent now than ever.  As the line from Seinfeld goes... "Worlds are colliding Jerry....Colliding!!!"    Not a bad thing... but just a thing.   A good friends dad passed away this week.  Went and supported him last night....  It sucks to know that some burdens simply cannot be transferred, and the sharp pain and deep gaping wounds of death leave an indelible, and permanent scar.  An injury that returns to haunt you, like a phantom limb, long after it's been amputated, will ache and hurt.     Of course it made me miss my own dad, and the friends who I have had to bury over the past while.  The sadness can really overwhelm you when you aren't looking and the worst part is that I have no one to share this with. It's a singular burden to bear.   Going out with friends and having some drinks, trying to have a good time, those ar...

I have had a dream where I was flying. I only have had it once and it was the most amazing dream I think I ever recall having.  I really wish it was a recurring dream for me.   No, my dreams are stuck on THIS doozer;   It starts with a group of young people, much like a horror movie, heading out into the ocean.  Ages vary between about 13 and 16, but as the pack gets dumped into the middle of the ocean, no land anywhere in sight, a group of Killer Whales circles below their thrashing feet (As with most dreams, Im not sure how they got deposited in this patch of ocean, maybe a sinking boat) .    Like in most movies, we focus on two protagonists, the youngest of them all, the 13 year old boy and girl.   They panic and thrash about, as anyone would, while the Killer Whales silently lurk below, sometimes taking nibbles at them to see what type of lunch they will be having.    Slowly the two are attacked more viciously, until near the end o...

Sometimes I wonder.....

Exactly two weeks.  Let the countdown commence !

Today, I'm short on time.   Ever get those times where there seems so much to say but no proper way to express it?     Currently listening to Hurt, by NiN.  Sort of helps get the point across I suppose. Hahahahahaha.... this link is HUGE!!!!!  fix it later.... Blah, disjointed thoughts.       Ok..so it isn't Hurt, but it's definitely one of my personal favorites by them.   And TOOL is coming to the city in July... I wonder if I can get tickets for it... would love to go.   I noticed the other day that I can only seem to fully articulate myself after a few jagbombs, much to the boredom of my companions.  There's more hurt under there than I think I even realized, it surprised me!   Unrelated note... Katt Williams is hilarious.  A friend of mine and I were laughing over this 1 minute video clip of his about Terrorists...   I think we watched the one part about 20 times ...SHEYYYYYYAT!! Play ...

INVICTUS Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul

May is always such a fine time of year for me and not only because it's my Birth month.  That actually doesn't do much of anything for me anymore...in fact I haven't even planned anything for my birthday.  For now it's enough to celebrate my friends (today) and just roll off that....   I digress.   Spring is here, and April was one damn fine month, surprisingly, and now its May and things are growing, its amazingly nice out, the trees and grass are lush and vibrant and so...alive!  I need to find someone to go for walks with me... I'm out of fellow walkers and I miss that.     It's a time for rebirth, a time for hope, a sense of new things and new starts , a very tangible starting over.   And... I finished my taxes for the year... with 11 hours to spare no less! Hah... now to tackle my previous year of taxes (frowning).   That can wait a short while tho.     Still waiting to hear back on some exciting news, and I can't re...