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June 2, 2010
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You know how you’ve got that friend that you meetup with at the same coffee place whenever you’re in that part of town?  And how you don’t really ever have them over for drinks, nor do you make it to their kid’s birthday parties, but the invite is always there, and you always mean to but never really break that friend out of the box labelled "have a coffee at that place when I’m in that part of town"?

Yeah, this blog is like that.

I’m too old and not fiery enough to get ranty about shit on here, and when I try I fail because I just don’t mean it enough.  If I’m feeling passionate about something, I post a link on here and then get off my ass and go and do something about it.

Or I build some armour.  Or I write a song.  Or I sit and play guitar all morning in the backyard sun.

When I write, I write in a place that really isn’t read by anybody, and won’t be until it’s ready to all be tied together.

When I want to communicate something, anything, with the outside world, I use Facebook.  If I want to share pictures of my kids, I use my other site.

What do I do on here then?  I think I may have lost the plot a bit.

It just seems like too much work to try and get a piece of my writing polished and ready for public consumption.  Then, there’s always the subject matter.  When you’re anonymous and use codenames, you can write pretty candidly about just about anyone.  In today’s web, there IS NO ANONYMITY and it makes it harder to do this.

What’s all that mean?  It means that I can’t talk about how funny it is that your boobs turn red so easily Nic.  Because then you’ll read that and know that I’m talking about you.  Kind of ruins it.  Heh.

How’s life in general then?

Pretty good.  I work too much, but if I don’t then these weird pieces of paper I get in the mail keep coming and coming but turn redder and redder.  Crazy how that works.

My office has bare concrete floors because a lot of water messed them up and we haven’t fixed them.

My toddler bounces around in this office a lot and loves The Wiggles.  We watch a fair bit of kid’s shows around here.  We play a whole bunch too.

I play my guitars at least once a day.  I love it and I’m getting a lot better.  I can even write and perform an entire song all on my own.  Sometimes they kind of suck though.

I ride my bike, with the little trailer in the back for the Bug, around my shitty little suburb and I wave to my shirtless, tattooed, drunk-in-the-middle-of-the-day neighbours.  I actually love it here.  Home is where you make it.

My house is messy.  Kids and pets will do that unless you dedicate a fair bit of your day to cleaning up after them.  Answer this next question honestly: Who in the hell wants to do that?  Not me nor wife, I can tell you that.  We’d rather laugh and sing to music we like and make nice meals and talk about things in life that please us.  At the end of the day, that’s a far more useful lesson to pass on to my children, I believe.

I play swords.  Every weekend.  It’s actually at the point where I’ve accepted that I’m a carny, as in carnival folk, and what I do can pretty much be considered "theatre".  Oh dear.  Seeing it in writing makes me think that I’m not actually that accepting yet.  Especially considering the pain in my right hand I’m experiencing while typing that’s a result of a sword blow.  I still like to think about the fact that we smash the fuck out of each other with swords, pretend play-acting or not.  I think I’ve always been meant for theatre, and while there are many that know me that would nod their heads in an obvious way right now, I don’t think I actually knew this until recently.

My kid’s can make life difficult, but I love them and wouldn’t trade them.

Despite too much work, I love what I do and am going to actually change the world with what I am doing.  This excites me.

I miss some folks back in America, but not as much as I once did.  I miss some of them much more now than I once did.

My favourite radio station is the classical music station with the boring and stuffy sounding DJs.  Some of my favourite friends here in town are metalheads and blast music that makes my colon spastic, but I like it.

After almost 5 years of marriage, I still kiss my wife with passion at least once a day, I still look at her with genuine respect and appreciation once a day, and she still gives me wood at least once a day.

If nothing else, I enjoy dropping in and being completely candid on here, listing out sentences that need to be next to each other for a full picture yet in and of themselves they are all good indicators of my state of life and mind and happiness.

Now go find someone you love and tell them you love them for no reason other than it is a good thing to do.

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