Interesting Observation
You’re only useful, fun, nice or worth something if you’re doing something for someone. The minute you criticize (even if it is constructive) or don’t do something they want ya to….you’re persona non grata. I’d like to think that I don’t subscribe to that philosophy but ya never know. I find it extremely interesting that people close to me seem to be like that. I guess it’s just time to play the same game.
My attention span is so short….
…it’s really kind of sad to be honest. I guess knowing this about myself is some sort of acknowledgment of a short coming but still, I really wish I could stick to things more, I guess if they were really and truly important enough, I would but….
I say this because I’m beginning to tire of keeping up with the “other blog/website” and all that goes with it. I can totally understand why BP may have felt drained by hers and have a totally new found respect for what she and (OMG) people like JM do with his. I mean being online has become almost a requirement to the point where it really isn’t “fun” anymore. I think Kristy tried to warn me about this and I thought, no, no I can do it (insert chest thumping here) and it doesn’t take up that much time at all…..little did I know.
I know a couple of people who are going to be VERY happy to see that I’m loosing momentum, as a matter of fact, I bet they were waiting/counting on it LOL. Guess I can’t really blame them, if I’d been completely honest with myself from the get-go, I would have realized I don’t have that kind of dedication and commitment, especially to something that I’m not really that passionate about. I don’t know why I thought I could engage a community and get some discussion going…how stupid of me, and maybe I’m not giving it enough time. I was actually amazed that the site has 70-80 something visitors each day over the last couple of days compared to the mid 30′s it normally gets on a daily basis.
I think I would much rather write about things that I like/want to on my own personal blog; spend more time on my photography and actually being involved with my family and friends more than camped in front of a glowing display typing up notes on computer trying to inform a city about things going on in/around them.
Oh well, we’ll see how it goes but, I think MyPBG may start taking a back seat to MyLIFE.
….the only bad part is that when this happens I instantly feel like a failure when I shouldn’t. I wanted to try to do something and I did…I guess that’s how we learn if we like something or not by making an effort to try.
Mom and MP3
I love my mom, I really do.
Recently, after seeing her lug around a CD Walkman (OMG HOW absolutely archaic is THAT) and those big ole padded headphones for far too long, my father broke down and bought my mom a nice Sony MP3 player. I guess he got tired of seeing her with that sac purse – yes she bought a sack purse to carry around the house with her to hold her CD walkman in while she cleaned the house – God love her. So, now she has this thing and doesn’t quite know how to work it. She asks my ‘never without her iPod’ niece to help her with it. Amber apparently explains that she doesn’t know how to work anything but an iPod, wow so young and already in that Apple Cult I guess, and cannot help her grandmother.
Mom calls me, the son, Jr. – cause well….I’m kinda a big deal …… in Japan. Nah, I am the only one in the family that really knows much about technology. Wait…isn’t that my 13 year old nephew Alex in there on his wirelessly connected laptop surfing MySpace? And…and….isn’t that my 6 year old nephew Antonio rocking that DS game? Hmmmm I guess she just has more confidence in my…cause…well…I’m the shit….. in my mind.
Back on topic. So mom wants me to come over because she has this mp3 player but cannot get anyone to help her actually get music onto it (makes for a really swank paperweight I reckon) and can I help her. SURE! I’ve had an mp3 player, I know how to read instructions that come with electronic merchandise, I’m sure I can figure it out. After arriving at moms place, I quickly show her just how fast it is to rip her own CDs onto the laptop that I gave her and then sync her mp3 player to her music library. Color her stunned. She’s amazed at how fast it is. Before long we have all of her Travis Tritt, Elvis, and other music I know nothing about on her mp3 player and she’s THRILLED.
No more going around the house with a bag around your neck holding your CD walkman, the 8 foot cord, and other accessories – just stick the little mp3 player in your pocket and away you go.
I love my mom. It’s so great seeing her get so amazed at things that I sort of take for granted. Is this a glimpse of what it will be like as she and dad move further into their golden years – me the parent and they the child marveling at the wonders of … well….stuff?
Who knows – I just know it makes me feel needed by my parents and it’s a way of letting me feel like I’m able to help them out, even if it is only something as silly as loading songs onto a music player. *shrug*
So this is what 3:30 AM looks like.
Or….Adventures in House/Pet Sitting.
So I’m house sitting for my best friend Ben and his husband Tim while they are in Phoenix visiting Tim’s parents, not a bad gig at all. The house is great, tons of movies, the dogs are easy, takes less time to get to work than driving from P’Burg, etc. but, this morning the house alarm starts beeping at 3:30.
Now, maybe … just maybe, watching the extended uncut version of The Strangers was not my best idea last night. When the beeping starts all I can think is “OMG WTF do I do now there might be someone in the house!” I cannot explain just how weird it felt to have the fight or flight thing kick in and the adrenaline rush. Let’s quietly open the bedroom door and see if we hear anything downstairs in the totally dark 3000+ sq. foot house. Out onto the landing I creep and turn on the foyer light still listening – what if they are in the shadows? I summon my inner ‘butch’ and yell out “Hey, is someone down there?!” (Yes, like the criminale’s are gonna answer me?) No answer. I start realizing that if the alarm had actually been set off, surly the alarm company would have called by now asking if everything was okay, right? Next I decide I shall pull a Montgomery Burns and order Smithers to ‘Release the Hounds!’ (Said hounds being a teacup Chihuahua and 2 small Cockapoos). They don’t exactly go charging downstairs either….nice.
NOT what I wanted to see.
I decided to butch it up even more and try to find something to bash possible intruders with – now Ben and Tim have lots of nice things, a collection of ruby glass, various pottery pieces (yeah I’ll throw a piece of Roseville pottery…NOT), and other decorative objet d’art but nothing really usable as a weapon. I finally settle on a metal finial/obelisk that I could use as a club…I guess and start downstairs with telephone, alarm fob (panic button FTW!), dogs (even remembered that I had to carry Lucy – the Chihuahua – downstairs). Wow if a burglar had been there, imagine the site…..white guy in t-shirt and sweat shorts with pockets bulging from stuff; a chihuahua in one hand and an artful club in the other – I could disable the intruder with fits of laughter maybe?
Walking around turning on EVERY single light in the house and checking all doors and such didn’t take much time and I started to calm down. Maybe it was a power surge/outage – nope, the clocks on the stove, microwave, dishwasher, etc. were not doing that flashy thing. I did, however, draw the line at creeping around outside to see if anyone was out there but, surely a brightly lit house would deter them if they were still lurking. Certainly the alarm company would have called if someone had set off the motion detectors or one of the window/door sensors.
Now I was wide awake sooooooooo let’s get the girls breakfast and make coffee … since we’re already up (I doubt I can convey the sarcasm strongly enough). I guess this means that I will get an early start to head to the ‘burg to visit with Keith, my pups, and my bed today. Tomorrow, he’s going to come up to Richmond and spend the day with me here.
So yeah, that’s my day so far and it’s only *looks at clock* 5:41 AM now. YAY the coffee is ready!
Happy Trails Davis & Nyczepir
But, is it art?
So I think (read as hope) that today’s visit at Davis & Nyczepir will be my last follow-up visit. It has been about 2 years since my braces came off and I’m tired of the whole ordeal. I mean it’s like any other doctor appointment – you wait for about 30-45 minutes or so, you see the doctor for maybe 5 minutes while he looks at the retainer and yer done.
I have absolutely no regrets about getting the braces and I’m kinda glad that I didn’t have them when I was a youngster. The 2 years FLEW by as an adult – though I can tell ya, I cursed the metal brackets MANY times when I wanted to eat out. There really is no delicate way of trying to pry food out of those things and you hate to excuse yourself from the table every few minutes. Leafy green things (spinach, kale, turnip greens, collards, salad) were the absolute WORST for me, not to mention 2 years of no popcorn or chewing gum.
My big thing now is remembering to wear my retainers at night when I go to bed. One of the three of them is fixed so no worries there and putting the other two in my mouth really doesn’t take any effort – it’s just REMEMBERING to do it. I need a little night time check-list like a 5 year old I guess.
As I said, I have no regrets about doing it – it is really amazing the amount of confidence it gave me. I don’t cover my mouth like a little Geisha girlwhen I laugh anymore either which I REALLY like. Now I have to work on making them super, uber white (I guess about 40 years of tea, smoking, and coffee do tend to take their toll on how lustrous your chompers look) – maybe one of those Zoomlaser whiteners? Then again….lasers…..in my mouth…..mmmmaybe notsomuch.
Gimme My Tights!
City of Heroes
City of Villains
Yes, I’m getting sucked back into CoX (no – you dirty minded sods, CoX is what we who play the game call City of Heroes and City of Villains instead of saying CoH and/or CoV – we’re cool like that) like a good comic book nerd combo MMORPG gamer. I took a year off of CoX and played WoW (World of Warcraft) but got a bit tired of not being able to team easily. Really – that’s the whole point of a Massively MULTI-PLAYER Online Role Playing Game. With CoX, you can get a PUG (Pick Up Group) in no time flat. This lets me live out my inner hero – really, where else can you fly, teleport, have super speed or super jump? Fire blasts of electricity, fire, ice, negative energy from your hands or control the elements or plants or or or or…..*boggle*
Man….there was a time when I would have thought I was an even bigger freak that I am – a gay guy? who like comics? who likes online gaming? OMFGWTFBBQ!!11Eleventy-One!!! Oh Noes! Then I happened across Gaymer and realized OH SNAP there are actually a TON of gay guys (and a few lesbians too) that are into sci-fi, anime, comics, superheroes, pc and console gaming. I am not alone!
Well – gotta run, I’m working on leveling up my level 43 Illusion Controller by doing Portal Missions on Peregrine Island.
….tights are a little confining…..
Maybe it’s Us?
I swear, yesterday we noticed that the house behind us is now for sale. So – the house directly across the street; the one diagonally across from us; the house beside us (although I believe this has FINALLY been closed on – at the bargain basement price of $72, 500) and now the house behind us – all for sale.
It’s like those Verizon commercials with the creepy folks saying, “It’s a dead zone” *squinty eyes*
I’m not sure if it’s just folks not being able to afford their houses or if they are just leaving the ‘burg. The folks across the street had maintained a condo in Richmond for many years and finally said they needed to have one household so they sold the Petersburg house. The house next door to us has been vacant since the young lady that owned it got killed in a motorcycle accident in October 2007 and her parents figured they would just let the bank repo the house. (Kudos to us for maintaining two yards!) Not sure what the story is with the folks diagonally across from us, they sort of keep to themselves and Cheryl (behind us) and her husband are an older couple – figure they just don’t need that much house (3100+ square feet) for just the two of them.
Sooooo I doubt it is us – no, really, we’re pretty cool neighbors.
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