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Tomorrow

I’m currently riding an Amtrak train from Kzoo back to the other side of the state to buy a van from my Mom. I have access to the complete internet because my phone works as a broadband-speed modem (even while traveling 80mph in a giant metal tube), I have multiple weeks worth of music in my pocket that I’m listening to (including such trash-pop icons such as Kelly Clarkson, Peaches, and Lady GaGa), and after I’m done with this post, I’m going to read about What to Expect when I’m expecting (or, my wife in this case).

I’ve been thinking about what it’s going to mean to be a father a lot lately, as is probably expected from someone who recently realized that he’s definitely, for sure, not sterile. Will I be a good father? Will I be able to help this little bundle of cells that is, as I type, growing “arm nubs” become a generally well adjusted, contributing member of society? Will I have any frame of reference to discuss anything with my child? That’s the big one there… I’m terrified that I won’t know what to say, how to say it, or what important things I need to listen to. I’m sure that throughout my childhood and adolescence I gave my parents all sorts of clues as to what was actually going on in my life and I’m sure that my interests made it increasingly difficult for them to talk to me.

Oh sure, when I was younger all I wanted to know about was dinosaurs and explosions in movies. But after about 9, I wanted to know not if Messrs. Stallone, Schwarzenegger, or Van Damme would be O.K., but rather what ratio of various explosive substances made it so that they were O.K.. I didn’t want to know just how to play a video game, but I wanted to read the entire DOS/Windows manual (and I did. No really. On vacation. Because I’m cool). I fear that I’m going to become the old and jaded out of touch parent that (I always felt that) my parents were.

All in all, of course, they really did a good job by me. They let me learn my lessons in my own way, in my own time (sometimes in my own lots and lots and lots of time), and I just want to make sure that I’m going to be able to do that for my little Baby K.

-Jon

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New Years Resolution

So What if I’m a little late on my resolution. I’m here, I’m… wait… no… that’s not the right turn of phrase. I’m here, and I’m going to make my resolution late or not. I resolve to write more, write with a purpose and not just post things that follow this basic pattern:

  • Bitch
  • Bitch
  • Bitch
  • Mention that I pooped today
  • Bitch
  • More poop talk
  • Bitch
  • And I fart

As interesting as those posts can be, they just get… well… repetative. And lots of talking about brown. Anywyas, I’ve got a lot of work to do on the house, lots of things to do in the yard (speaking of poop — I don’t think you can comprehend how much crap my dog can create — I’m speaking 1/2 his body weight in a day), and I need to start exercising again. I’ve been a bad, bad boy when it comes to exercise. But… that’s another post. For tonight, I will vamoosh, but blog, I will be back sooner than later. That much, I promise.

-Jon

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Four Years Ago

Four years ago I ranted in a semi-coherent manner regarding the election results. Today I slept more than I did last year, I’m reassured by my country, and I’m proud to have voted. I’m still worried about the future my children may inherit but I’m hopeful, which is more than I could say four years ago.

-Jon

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It’s Amazing

 

I was going to write about my lost sense of whimsy and my all-grown-up life. I’ve decided not to. Partly because it was getting depressing, but mostly because it was really bad writing. I just feel like I’m loosing a part of myself that I have always really loved, while at the same time I’m growing up and learning how to balance my checkbook and pay bills on time. It’s weird that to gain one, I seem to be loosing the other. And damn it, I don’t think that I have to.

I’m going to work on being less stressful, worried, and morose and I’m going to try to get back to some of the things that I really love (read: video games and being goofy in public). Hopefully working on that will help my writing here, because I’ve also really lost the whole desire to post about my life. Things are happening, but they always have to do with work and I don’t like writing about the stupid questions I get or the silly directives from above. So… anyways, that’s the short version.

-Jon

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Damn…

Not gonna talk about stuff going on. Gonna instead mention that I’ve managed to do absolutely nothing of what I meant to get done this morning. Literally nothing. It’s alright though. I’ve got tonight, tomorrow. I’ll get stuff done. Just had to take a minute.

-Jon

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Seriously, I Feel a Little Sick…

So, Mom and Dennis were out here this weekend helping B and I look at houses. We were all sorts of set on a house on out in the vicinity of the airport and instead we found a house somewhere near, possibly in, the vicinity of “The Zone.”

  • Casey: How do you know you’re in the zone?
  • Dan: (slams deck of cards down on the desk) Cut me.
  • Casey: Danny, I–
  • Dan: Cut the cards.
  • Casey: (cuts the cards) Nine.
  • Dan: (cuts) Jack.
  • Casey: (cuts) Seven.
  • Dan: (cuts) Eight.
  • Casey: (cuts, challengingly) Queen.
  • Dan: (braces himself, then cuts) Ace.

So, now we’re in the process of figuring out offers, figuring out concessions, where do we want to put the couch, what do we do with the dog, is that really a hole in the roof… … did I mention that “The Zone” the house occupies is right around the corner from “Ye Olde Sweat Equity Shoppe?” Yeah… so, it’s not in perfect condition, but it’s in move in condition (after a thorough cleaning, steam cleaning, bleach shower and possible delousing… … … have I ever mentioned how much I like hyperbole?). The thing is, I know I’m there, I’m ready, we’re ready, everything is aligning just about perfectly for us to get into this house and away from sharing walls with strangers and creepy neighbor kids yelling into our windows at our dog because their grandma locks them out of the house during the day. And that’s awesome, can’t wait exciting kind of stuff… … and I’m now nervous, anxious, and my stomach just decided to go wonky…

  • Jeremy: Natalie, listen to me. You’ve lost a lot of money to me tonight. You’re basically going to be living the rest of your life on a charitable grant from the Jeremy Goodwin Foundation. Take the hundred bucks back and fold.
  • Natalie: Scared?
  • Jeremy: I’ve got a straight. You’ve got three sevens.
  • Natalie: You don’t have a straight.
  • Jeremy: Look at me. I’m not lying to you. I have a straight.
  • Natalie: How do you know I don’t have a big house?

So what’s going to happen next is we’re (almost 100%) gonna make a bid tomorrow. And that’s when the whole thing can come falling down on our heads… Without talking any kind of specific, we’re in a situation where I don’t think that the lady has a realistic idea of what the house is really worth on the market today. B and I just think she’s asking too much for the house, while at the same time we lust after it like a Sophomore does his Homecoming date, that is to say passionately. I just don’t want her to say no to our offer. And that’s what I’ve been thinking about for the last hour. “What if she says no? What if she says no? What if she says no? What if she says no? [ad infinitum...]“

  • Jeremy: Isaac, I don’t know if you heard. Six this morning there was a bid from an Italian airline called Platypus.
  • Isaac: Yeah. Keep it under your hat, would you?
  • Jeremy: You bet.

So now we’re going to have to leave it up to “la forza del destino” or “The Power of Fate.” And I hate waiting for Fate to work her mojo, so please, if you have an in with her… just ask her to get a move on, would’ja?

-Jon

P.S.: All the various scrip segments were excerpts from the incomparable “Sport Night” by Aaron Sorkin. Used without permission, with moxy.

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Rolls and Ruts

I’d been on a pretty good roll of keeping something posted on here most every day for a while. Then I failed. Fell off the wagon… whatever. There are many things that seem to have fallen into that category. Things I used to do a lot. Video games, the bar, playing music, writing, whatever. Seems that life has taken priority to being creative and playing video games. That’s something that I would like to change, however.

I read about a columnist for some newspaper that is going to go screenless one night a week, every week for a whole year. Screenless being no movies, tvs, cell phones, computers, pagers, or anything else with a screen. Taking that time to instead read, or write (on paper) or spend time with friends and family. I like that idea, and while I’ll probably not be able to get myself to that level of screen abstention I’m gonna try, every once in a while, to spend more time for my friends and family (and dog), and less time for work and sleep. Because, I’ll always be able to find more work or sleep later, right?

-Jon

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Let’s Translate to English

I was going to write a post about how the upgrade of the back end of the site has broken some stuff. But I don’t wanna do that anymore. What I want to do is get my mojo back. I’ve been in a interfunk for a while now, and I can’t seem to find my passion for the site anymore. I’m going to get back into this stuff a little. I’ll get the site working, but… well… Today, I just don’t care. I’m going to stop writing for a few days, stop forcing myself to just vomit text onto the series of tubes that our internet has become.

I’m not, however, going to give up. I just need to find that thing that made me give a shit about writing here. I’ll get there. And maybe I’ll get back to writing with a purpose. One can hope, eh?

-Jon

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Bad Day

Today is not a good day.

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Contentment Couch

I think that’s a song title. Wait. Lemme check so I know. Yup. It’s a song. Anyways, here I sit, on my couch, listening to The Duffy Bishop Band… no, seriously. The Duffy Bishop Band. They’re great. Blues sung by a whiskey-voiced woman. Seriously cool shit. Anyways…

I haven’t been writing much lately, and I think I just figured out why. I’ve been having way too much fun, being way too happy, and generally haven’t been in the mood to get online and bitch like I once might have. Hell, I’m hardly ever online. I’ve talked to people before who say, “I just don’t have time to keep up a website” (I’m looking at you London-Boy), and I’ve never believed them. At all. I still don’t. It’s not that there isn’t time, it’s just (for me) I just don’t even think of it. Of course, I want to keep this thang going, so here I am.

My dog is currently asleep with her head on my leg. Seriously I don’t care about how many times she dumps in the house, her constant whining, or her eating of inappropriate things (like… horizontal blinds), because when she’s being adorable there’s only one thing I can think of that makes me happier. And I’m not quite sappy enough to talk about that in this context. But, seriously, if you’ve never had a dog sleep next to you while you just, you know, go about your business, then you just haven’t lived.

I’ve been roller blading with the beast too, which is fun, because sometimes she pulls me and I just have to imagine the visual of my 20lb dog pulling… well… my mountainous self. Heh…

I’ve also begun playing some online poker again. Which is nice. But, mostly I’ve been just… doing my thang… keeping up with dishes and laundry, enjoying my life. Weird eh? So, my thought is that I’m going to try to come up with things I want to write about and actually keep this site going, because I’ve been way too lax about it ever since I got all into a relationship and stuff. So, that’s the idea. I’m also probably going to try to get my recording rig set back up so I can post some of that stuff too. We’ll see how long that takes, but, I’m gonna work on it.

Peace out folks.

-Jon

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