I admit I've been neglecting this blog for some time now. I haven't had much to say. I at least owe you, my friendly readers, the benefit of knowing where I'm gonna be each weekend.
Sarah will be here until Monday probably. She was gonna leave yesterday and come back Friday, but Louisville is under a few feet of water after last night's storms. Friday I'm hanging out with Sondra, a girl from Beechwood. She requested the presence of one Mr. Black if he's available and told me to bring other people if they wanted to come.
Saturday night is Crystal's 22nd birthday party. Sarah and I will be there from 7 PM to probably 2 or 3 AM. Aside from that I'm free to do whatever.
Next weekend, the 14th, is one year with Sarah. I'll be in her city then.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Like "The Happening," but not shit.
Treevenge!
It's a short film done by Jason Eisener, the same guy responsible for the Hobo with a Shotgun trailer included in some versions of Grindhouse.
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Now playing on iTunes: Midlake - Kingfish Pies
via FoxyTunes
It's a short film done by Jason Eisener, the same guy responsible for the Hobo with a Shotgun trailer included in some versions of Grindhouse.
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Now playing on iTunes: Midlake - Kingfish Pies
via FoxyTunes
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Weekend
I've been procrastinating on writing a blog about last week. You'd think a full week in New York would make for an easy blog post. I don't think I'll get around to it. If you want the story, I'll tell you in person.
In other news, I'll be in town this weekend. I'll probably add a widget to the blog so you guys know where I'll be on the coming weekend. I'll spend Saturday in Ft. Mitchell, where Brandon and I will pull off my rear bumper and put it back on straight. No plans for Sunday as of now. Things might be rearranged if Sarah and I go to a Carolina Liar concert in Sparta on Saturday, but this isn't particularly likely.
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Now playing on iTunes: Scooter - Weekend
via FoxyTunes
In other news, I'll be in town this weekend. I'll probably add a widget to the blog so you guys know where I'll be on the coming weekend. I'll spend Saturday in Ft. Mitchell, where Brandon and I will pull off my rear bumper and put it back on straight. No plans for Sunday as of now. Things might be rearranged if Sarah and I go to a Carolina Liar concert in Sparta on Saturday, but this isn't particularly likely.
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Now playing on iTunes: Scooter - Weekend
via FoxyTunes
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Notes from the Field
I'm on Sarah's bed, using Sarah's Eee PC. It's weird hearing fireworks and not seeing any. This is the first time I haven't celebrated Independence Day in any way. We had some fantastic steak for dinner. Turns out Sarah can cook. I also burnt the shit out of my right thumb working on her car. Roughly half of the thumb is a 2nd-degree burn, with associated nasty blisters. It's wrapped in gauze and functioning normally. Other notes:
I finally swapped my air filter for a K&N drop-in. Rather than get a cone filter, I'll modify my airbox at some point to let the engine breathe easier. I intended to replace the thermostat this weekend as well, but realized that any dealer would be closed this weekend and that if I damaged the lower radiator hose or thermostat housing I was stuck in Louisville until I could get new parts. It isn't an urgent repair at any rate.
Sarah also got me the aforementioned bee shirt, which I think is fucking fantastic, and two nice glasses that I know will see use around the apartment serving mixed drinks.
That's all for now. I depart for Cincinnati Monday morning, hopefully dodging Dodges as I go. I spend the week after next, from July 11 to July 18, traveling to New York, New York. I'll sign off now; Sarah's giving me the "close the computer and come sleep" look. Auf wiedersehen!
I finally swapped my air filter for a K&N drop-in. Rather than get a cone filter, I'll modify my airbox at some point to let the engine breathe easier. I intended to replace the thermostat this weekend as well, but realized that any dealer would be closed this weekend and that if I damaged the lower radiator hose or thermostat housing I was stuck in Louisville until I could get new parts. It isn't an urgent repair at any rate.
Sarah also got me the aforementioned bee shirt, which I think is fucking fantastic, and two nice glasses that I know will see use around the apartment serving mixed drinks.
That's all for now. I depart for Cincinnati Monday morning, hopefully dodging Dodges as I go. I spend the week after next, from July 11 to July 18, traveling to New York, New York. I'll sign off now; Sarah's giving me the "close the computer and come sleep" look. Auf wiedersehen!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Holy shit, a post!
I haven't been up to much recently, so I haven't had much to say. Life at the apartment quickly became mundane. I expected to feel somehow different when I moved out. I don't, really. There was no big change.
Car's acting up again. My thermostat has been stuck open for a while now, which is harmless in the summer but a bitch in the winter. I had an oxygen sensor go bad last week. Now the engine just guesses how much fuel it needs to inject. It's not a crucial problem, though, so I'll wait to fix it.
I have this Friday off, because it's a holiday weekend. I'll be in Louisville blowing shit up and working on Sarah's car. (I enjoy working on cars, so swapping her spark plugs is something I suggested she get done rather than something I was asked to do. Maybe I should pursue this as a career.)
Between July 11 and 18, I'm driving Northeast to see Emily and Andrew. Courtney is joining me. I need the bad O2 sensor fixed before then. I told Emily that I'd be back when I last left New York in the spring of 2007. I'm a bit overdue. This time I'm not flying and I'm spending more time there. Should be pretty exciting. Lots of walking in and around very tall buildings and generally marveling at the architectural wonders of big cities. I'll have plenty to blog about then. Maybe I can buy or borrow a camera before I go.
The miserable drama seems to have cleared itself up, so things have calmed down. I've returned to my regularly-scheduled boring life. No further plans for this weekend. Let me know if you intend to change that.
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Now playing on iTunes: Keane - The Lovers Are Losing
via FoxyTunes
Car's acting up again. My thermostat has been stuck open for a while now, which is harmless in the summer but a bitch in the winter. I had an oxygen sensor go bad last week. Now the engine just guesses how much fuel it needs to inject. It's not a crucial problem, though, so I'll wait to fix it.
I have this Friday off, because it's a holiday weekend. I'll be in Louisville blowing shit up and working on Sarah's car. (I enjoy working on cars, so swapping her spark plugs is something I suggested she get done rather than something I was asked to do. Maybe I should pursue this as a career.)
Between July 11 and 18, I'm driving Northeast to see Emily and Andrew. Courtney is joining me. I need the bad O2 sensor fixed before then. I told Emily that I'd be back when I last left New York in the spring of 2007. I'm a bit overdue. This time I'm not flying and I'm spending more time there. Should be pretty exciting. Lots of walking in and around very tall buildings and generally marveling at the architectural wonders of big cities. I'll have plenty to blog about then. Maybe I can buy or borrow a camera before I go.
The miserable drama seems to have cleared itself up, so things have calmed down. I've returned to my regularly-scheduled boring life. No further plans for this weekend. Let me know if you intend to change that.
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Now playing on iTunes: Keane - The Lovers Are Losing
via FoxyTunes
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Drama King
Seems like everywhere I go, I find drama. The only logical conclusion is that I'm causing it.
Dammit.
Dammit.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Home Already
The move was a success. Mostly.
My bed is here. I'm cooking myself meals and sleeping here every night. I finally have internet access. It's nice. I still need my radiator fixed so I can move my desk in and I'm gonna spend some time tomorrow installing blackout curtains, but I'm more or less moved out. I've been here three days and the place already feels like home.
That's a good sign, I think.
My bed is here. I'm cooking myself meals and sleeping here every night. I finally have internet access. It's nice. I still need my radiator fixed so I can move my desk in and I'm gonna spend some time tomorrow installing blackout curtains, but I'm more or less moved out. I've been here three days and the place already feels like home.
That's a good sign, I think.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Hard Work Coming
It's June 1st and the start of the lease. Rent is paid, short list of essential shit is memorized. Now the work begins. I have a key now, so I'll probably run up to check the place out tomorrow or Wednesday and start taking stuff I don't need this week up. I'll grab clothes for this week and pack the provided dresser with the rest. DVDs can move this week. The real work starts this weekend, though. I work noon-8:30 Friday, so I still have some daylight available to move stuff then.
Other shit that needs to be done this week: I have an appointment with VW to fix my windshield wipers and I'm gonna run to Maaco to get a temporary fix on that fender. I'll get it properly fixed when I can afford to do so, but until then I want the fender out of my wheel well; my tire hits it on hard bumps and fast left turns.
Anyone want to do some manual labor this weekend?
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Now playing on iTunes: Carolina Liar - California Bound
via FoxyTunes
Other shit that needs to be done this week: I have an appointment with VW to fix my windshield wipers and I'm gonna run to Maaco to get a temporary fix on that fender. I'll get it properly fixed when I can afford to do so, but until then I want the fender out of my wheel well; my tire hits it on hard bumps and fast left turns.
Anyone want to do some manual labor this weekend?
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Now playing on iTunes: Carolina Liar - California Bound
via FoxyTunes
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Learning Curve
I am tired. I'm tired of wasting my time, money, and effort on things that make no difference. I'm tired of constantly saving money not so I can enjoy it later but because I know my car will need another costly repair soon. I'm tired of throwing time and money at bar school and engineering, only to see them fail to improve my life. I'm tired of knowing huge quantities of random shit and not getting paid for any of it. I'm tired of being tired.
I often reflect on the past few years. What I see saddens me. I've succeeded only in my social life. I found a sister in Kaitlin and a confidante in Alicia. I found close friends in Meagan, Brandon, James, and Emily. I found the perfect partner in Sarah. I'm even closer to my douchebag brother. Outside this narrow range, however, is little but loss and despair. Since high school I've flunked out of college before the end of the second year. I bought a car that frequently malfunctions. I've been toiling away at SKF for 14 months, ignoring my status as a temporary worker and spending every second wishing I was anywhere else. I spent $850 on bartending school without a single interview to show for it. I acquired a motorcycle license but still can afford no bike. I committed a year of my life to moving out before I was ready. At a time when my peers are looking forward to senior year, I spend my days moving boxes for $9.35 an hour and reflecting sadly on the past.
Just as often, I think about the future. I wonder how I'm going to get out of SKF. I wonder how I'll pay the rent, and what I have to cut out of my budget to make ends meet. I wonder why I rushed myself into new living arrangements. I wonder when and how I can return to school, and what I might study when I get there.
I know a few things, though. I know my love of learning may someday come in handy if I can focus it. I know that if I can get an affordable, comfortable motorcycle I can put fewer miles on the Jetta and reduce the chance of failure. I know that I've always been able to slide by. I know that I have a solid support system.
Maybe all this introspection is doing me no good. Maybe I'm not half the failure I see in myself. Maybe all I need is a good night's rest. I'm tired of being tired.
I often reflect on the past few years. What I see saddens me. I've succeeded only in my social life. I found a sister in Kaitlin and a confidante in Alicia. I found close friends in Meagan, Brandon, James, and Emily. I found the perfect partner in Sarah. I'm even closer to my douchebag brother. Outside this narrow range, however, is little but loss and despair. Since high school I've flunked out of college before the end of the second year. I bought a car that frequently malfunctions. I've been toiling away at SKF for 14 months, ignoring my status as a temporary worker and spending every second wishing I was anywhere else. I spent $850 on bartending school without a single interview to show for it. I acquired a motorcycle license but still can afford no bike. I committed a year of my life to moving out before I was ready. At a time when my peers are looking forward to senior year, I spend my days moving boxes for $9.35 an hour and reflecting sadly on the past.
Just as often, I think about the future. I wonder how I'm going to get out of SKF. I wonder how I'll pay the rent, and what I have to cut out of my budget to make ends meet. I wonder why I rushed myself into new living arrangements. I wonder when and how I can return to school, and what I might study when I get there.
I know a few things, though. I know my love of learning may someday come in handy if I can focus it. I know that if I can get an affordable, comfortable motorcycle I can put fewer miles on the Jetta and reduce the chance of failure. I know that I've always been able to slide by. I know that I have a solid support system.
Maybe all this introspection is doing me no good. Maybe I'm not half the failure I see in myself. Maybe all I need is a good night's rest. I'm tired of being tired.
Fender Bent
If you hadn't noticed my Facebook and MySpace updates today, I was involved in a wreck. Just south of Downtown Louisville, a semi with a 53' trailer blindly merged into my lane, where I was driving. I hurriedly jumped into the left lane to avoid death by truck and found that my blind spot was full of black Dodge pickup. The rear quarter of my car and the front quarter of the pickup bounced off each other. I doubt the trucker even knew what he caused.
I pulled off the highway to see that the Dodge was slowing to a halt in the fast lane. Fearing the worst, I made my way to the truck to make sure the other driver was unharmed. I basically caught him as he stumbled from his truck. The man was roughly my age, inked, probably a wigger, and looked like he had half the money it'd take to buy a truck like that. A witness and a concerned citizen stopped to help, and were soon joined by a Metropolitan Police officer. The other driver was on the floor and seemed to be in pain, which I assumed at the time was an attempt to fuck me over for the insurance.
I told the officer my story: I was being crowded out of my lane by a semi and merged into the truck as a result. He walked me across the highway to my car to retrieve my license, registration, and insurance card, then told me to wait with my car until he could get the Dodge out of the way and talk to the witness. During this time, the man's mother arrived, followed by an ambulance. The man was loaded into the ambulance and his truck was moved. I talked to his mother and learned that he had a bad back, was probably fine, and was going to the hospital to make sure he was okay. She also said the witness confirmed my story. The officer returned to send me home, and gave me a number for the incident report. Neither I nor the driver of the Dodge received a citation, leading me to believe that the police listed this as a no-fault traffic accident.
The damage, while ugly, is entirely cosmetic. No mechanical damage resulted from the accident. Both doors on the driver's side are badly scuffed, and the rub strip on the rear door is damaged. The rear wheel was blackened, and the rear wheel well is badly wrinkled. Further inspection revealed that most of the "damage" to the doors was rubber transfer from the Dodge's tire, and a quick scrub with a Magic Eraser returned the wheel to pre-accident condition. I'll clean the rest of the car tomorrow to see what the real damage is. I'll take and post pictures if I get around to it.
I pulled off the highway to see that the Dodge was slowing to a halt in the fast lane. Fearing the worst, I made my way to the truck to make sure the other driver was unharmed. I basically caught him as he stumbled from his truck. The man was roughly my age, inked, probably a wigger, and looked like he had half the money it'd take to buy a truck like that. A witness and a concerned citizen stopped to help, and were soon joined by a Metropolitan Police officer. The other driver was on the floor and seemed to be in pain, which I assumed at the time was an attempt to fuck me over for the insurance.
I told the officer my story: I was being crowded out of my lane by a semi and merged into the truck as a result. He walked me across the highway to my car to retrieve my license, registration, and insurance card, then told me to wait with my car until he could get the Dodge out of the way and talk to the witness. During this time, the man's mother arrived, followed by an ambulance. The man was loaded into the ambulance and his truck was moved. I talked to his mother and learned that he had a bad back, was probably fine, and was going to the hospital to make sure he was okay. She also said the witness confirmed my story. The officer returned to send me home, and gave me a number for the incident report. Neither I nor the driver of the Dodge received a citation, leading me to believe that the police listed this as a no-fault traffic accident.
The damage, while ugly, is entirely cosmetic. No mechanical damage resulted from the accident. Both doors on the driver's side are badly scuffed, and the rub strip on the rear door is damaged. The rear wheel was blackened, and the rear wheel well is badly wrinkled. Further inspection revealed that most of the "damage" to the doors was rubber transfer from the Dodge's tire, and a quick scrub with a Magic Eraser returned the wheel to pre-accident condition. I'll clean the rest of the car tomorrow to see what the real damage is. I'll take and post pictures if I get around to it.
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