When I was four years old, my favorite stuffed animal was a small duck. It had yellow fur - with a felt orange beak and little felt orange wings.

I was very fond of my duck. I called my little friend 'Ducky'. It was a constant companion but the wear and tear of ordinary life was beginning to take its toll. Yet I never cared that Ducky was getting a ( Read more... )

Sometimes, life truly amazes you. It gives you one of those moments where you want to throw up, laugh, and crap your pants all in the same moment. It's not so much a bad thing as a...fuck, I wasn't even looking for you yet here you are...

Long story short, I was looking at the bloggers on the livejournal that had graduated from URI in 1997...

I came ( Read more... )

( The Chickens are coming and I just can't pretend... )

He was a tall man. He stood on his titles. And those titles, boy, did they pour fourth like water. No, wait, that’s not quite correct. That's being unkind to water. Everyone likes pouring water, at the right time at least. I doubt anyone could say the same about this man and his titles ( Read more... )

It seemed kinda odd, not that you weren't there but that I somewhat expected you to be. For the first time in four years (the bitter thoughts that follow any great divide never count for much) I not only noticed you weren't around but believed it would have been nice if you were. Among watered down pumpkin spiced coffees, cigarette smoke, half ( Read more... )

sigh

Let this be a lesson to you. Time can run out on your plans. That bridge played a key role in my greatest act of civil disobedience. Well, my greatest act of intentional civil disobedience…that I’ll admit to ( Read more... )

Before I turned 30 I managed to ( Read more... )

I've lost whatever I was feeling, again. I have no idea why. I need to stop thinking, or put my beliefs in something I have no control over. A religion, a sport team, a drug...I just need to have faith in something fully without question, something to reassure me that everything will be alright. Otherwise, I just seem to fall with little warning ( Read more... )

Oddness abound ( Read more... )

The best thing about hosting a website (or having a friend do it) is the stats that come back. I love stats. Seriously, back when I was kid and I would play computer games like hockey, or baseball, they never kept enough stats. Sure they kept them for the year, but I was thinking long term. What about over the fifty year history of the team? Hence ( Read more... )