Too Much Effort
So, I'm back in the midwest where people are more like... "Uh... I want a cheeseburger" than they are in Texas (where it's more like, "HOLY SHIT!!! I LOVE CHEESEBURGERS!!! LET'S SING DEEP IN THE HEART OF TEXAS TO OUR CHEESEBURGER!!!!!"). It's nice to be somewhere a little less... passionate (and I'm really not knocking Texas, I love that they care... its just a bit overwhelming to not be able to go anywhere in a state and not be able to see a map of the state...). And before I get into the nitty gritty of what I did on the trip, I'm going to tell you what I'm doing right now. I'm working on a redesign of the website. It's gonna happen this year, and I don't really care if it happens sooner or later, but it's going to happen. I figure if I start working on in now, the last day of April, I have a fairly good chance of getting it done by my birthday... ... I mean, maybe not quite 50%, but a fairly good chance none the less... heh.
If you got any ideas for what I should do with this thing, lemme know... in the comments.
-Jon
I Got a Shiner
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p>I just got a text alert that said, basically, how dumb people are for buying thousand dollar high def TVs and hooking them up to "$50 anteannas." Which simultaniously exemplifies why I hate the HDTV landscape and how completely fucking stupid some people (the writers of the alert) are. See. The thing about HD is that, for many people, broadcast is the only<\em> place they can pull an HD signal. Grrrrrrrr.<\p>
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Fireworks are Not Permitted
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Dropping a Duece
so here's a quick little story I don't want to tell to people tonight... Or rather tell to people here. My ass-o-plenty has defeated yet another toilet. This time in texas. I'm glad there was a plunger, and I'm glad they havemt sent out a rescue party to find me yet. That is all.
-Jon
I Guess…
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p>Supposing it's two seventeen. Let's say it's there's less than five hours until you need to be awake, showered, and getting into a car to drive to Chi-Town. Supposing it's less than ten hours until your flight leaves to Texas. And assuming that you're hopelessly awake and not at all ready to sleep. What do you do? What... do you do? Me? I watch TV. I keep myself awake watching serialized stories that.. quite frankly... don't live up to expectations or don't live up to seasons six seven or eight. Supposing that I don't make it past three tonight, I won't really get to the... well... to the three A.M. philosophy. Heh. I wanna get back to that though. In as many ways as I could possibly mean it.
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Tonight. I'm going to do my thing. Keep myself up later than I should... then get myself up tomorrow to get a ride (and keep myself up to be a good passenger... because I don't like being a complete s***head)... then I get to read on a plane... maybe sleep. maybe.... ...... ........
-Jon
Latest Yet
Its true. I'm still up. The Pretender has kept me... well. It's actually kept me on track. I've nearly finished packing, and I'm ready to head off. Almost at least. I've got a few more things to finish up, a few last notes to make. And then I'll be away. But, I have a question. Is four books for three days enough?
-Jon
Even Later…
This time it really should be bedtime. It's not, because I don't think I've packed everything. I need to go over my list again, make sure the phone, DS, and camera are charged, decide whether I want the camera to come with me... ... ... and risk the things that happen when I go on trips. It's true that I have not been to Texas in a while and I've always been very happy with the pictures that get taken down there... I mean. There are few things in the world as beautiful as real BBQ on a bright Texas day. If you haven't been, you just don't know. Anyways, I could take pictures of parties and... you know. The debauching of Mr. Davis. But... well, if the evidence of such things ever happened to surface, I'm not sure that I'd be allowed to live... ... heh. Right. Anyways. I don't want bad things to happen to the camera, and.... frankly. The June trip is way more important to me... so, I'm thinking that I might just hold off on the camera, and take it next time. I might snag a disposable... that'd be nice. Yeah. That's the way I'm gonna do it. So. Yeah. That's all I got. I'm going to bed. G'night.
-Jon
Late. Too Late.
It's not even midnight and I'm freaking tired. I'm tired in a way that didn't used to hit me until around five a.m.. Too freaking bad I'm not a kid anymore, eh? Hell, I don't even stay with the roommates every time they hang out drinking playing video games. Instead I have, strangely, chosen to go to the girlfriends house and watched Law & Order: CI and Law & Order: SVU. Which is weird, because I've previously ref*ingfused to watch that stuff before... beacuse I'm stubborn and crotchety. Right now, I'm trying to pack my schtuf up and get all ready for a flight tomorrow. Flight to Tay-Haas. That's right everyone, for at least three days if not four, I will be all sorts of Blackberrying my posts in. I probably won't actually make any posts, but... you know. That's because I've been sucking at life lately.
Anyways, Life(TM) has been good lately. And, frankly, I've never really written this blog to allow me to express... well... real life. Usually it's been JonBrand Life(TM). Which is fun... I'll admit. But, I want to find a ballance. Frankly, I want to swear. I've never once actually written out a swear wrod. Not on here... it's always s**t, f**k and a**b****tt******e*****d****w**. .. ... .... ..... yeah. I don't know either. Anyways. I'm ready to find a ballance here, and I'd like to have a point for writing again. It's been fun drifting for a while, and... well... that's really only been here on the site. The rest of life has been strangely... directional. Actually, very strangely directional. But... well... that's another story.
I'm looking for a purpose on here, and it's possible I'll find one alone, but... I'm lazy and you can help. Heh. Gimme a purpose, an idea or a topic. I just wanna write again.
-Jon
P.S. So, in other news, I chased my co-worker/roommate at work today and bit it hard.
Speaking of…
For reals this time, I'm going to bed in a minute. But I mentioned comments, and I realized that someone had told me that maybe I needed to filter through them manually... ... and... well... yeah. I uh... might have had 400+ spam comments that the filter didn't catch. And, if your name happens to be "Adam Johnson" "Stacy Kurinski" "TEEN SE!X!!!! XXXX" or "C!AL!S" and I accidentally deleted your legitimate comment, you seriously need to realize that the comments are not to be treated as your personal soap-box for spouting on about hair replacement, free magazines, TEEN SE!X!!!, or being able to please my lover. Those conversations should take place on the phone with me. Seriously. Call me. I'd be happy to talk to you all about it. Also, I may bring up some sort of fetish talk, most likely about leather or animals... ... ... you know, just to know if you can hang.
-Jon
Anywhere But Here
There are so many places I could be, and so many things I could probably be doing. Heroine is low on the list, but it's on the list. I could be freebasing coke too. Of course, anyone that knows me knows that it's far more likely that I'd O.D. on Doom or Lemmings, but still... there is a list of things I could be doing, and they're, theoretically on it. ... ... ... That was supposed to be funny, and I don't think that it came across that way. In fact, now that I read it, I feel like I'm about three steps from staging an intervention for myself. A terrible terribly conceived joke intervention. Or something.
Anyways, it's almost two a.m.. It's Sunday night (or Monday morning as your own personal naming schema may label it), and I'm tired. I'm tired and my ear is ringing. I'm tired, my ear is ringing and the Wings just won their way into the second round of playoffs... ... ... I'm tired, my ear is ringing, the Wings just won, and I want nothing more than to have a BBQ that involves Venison and Jerky. Which would be less of a BBQ and more of a Jerky party, but still. What the F**k ever.
I realized a few days ago that I haven't been writing on here as much lately. I haven't had things that I felt like writing, and I havne't had time to write the few things that came to mind. I have a feeling that the site is going to make a few changes. I'm going to start allowing myself to *GASP* swear without the self-censorship. I might even start talking about things that happen in my life without the Fog of Blog that I apply to everything that happens in my life. I have the feeling I may become more open, and more focused on this damned thing. I mean, hell... I'm coming up on the sixth anniversary (six? SIX? Holy hell... I've met kids younger than my blog... ... ... kids that can talk more coherantly than I tend to write on here even...) of this damned place in just a few days (I'll actually be flying to Texas on the sixth anniversary of this site... ... weird...). I mean. Hell. Don't you think that it's time I do something slightly more productive... ... or at least interesting?
Anyways, if you've got any ideas as to where I should try to focus or send this blog... gimme a shout... in the comments... ... .. and I'll read it eventually. I promise.
-Jon