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11 September 2010 @ 11:05 am
Ok, it's 9/11. Yeah, I could do my periodical rants about how the situation has been mishandled since, blah, blah, blah. This year is important because my brother, Ben, is currently in basic training at Fort Knox, Kentucky. He's training to be an Armored Cavalry Scout.....man...the cajones on that kid...wow.... There's a very good likelyhood that he'll be deployed. It wouldn't be fair to let my piece go unsaid. I'm glad we've officially ended our combat operations in Iraq, but there's still risk for those in support roles. Especially when you're dealing with an enemy that relies on guerilla tactics. More will die before Iraqi society developes to the point that democracy is an option. It's sad that we've thrown them into such a mess, but hindsight's always 20/20.

I'm getting tired of being bombarded with this "Never Forget" nonsense. How many times has this been paraphrased through history? How many more days will live infamy? How many epic battles were fought, but now we have no idea IF they were fought? Gettysburgh is a quaint Pennsylvania town that only history buffs understand and some school children visit. Pearl Harbor is slowly rusting away. Therein lies the problem. We, those who lived it, will not forget. When we are gone, it will be forgotten. It's the sad reality I've seen of history. Once it becomes easy enough to talk about, the truth is gone and we only have ideas of what we want to remember. Just as we are now fully understanding the causes and effects of the Civil War, WWI, WWII, The Cold War, The Space Race, YADA YADA YADA, we'll argue till we're blue in the face and no one will learn anything untill it's in our great-grandkid's history books. Can we PLEASE for the love of FUCK get the lessons now before we forget? Before things get worse?

How could it get worse? Far too easily, my friends. Fortunately, the planned Koran burning by that neo-fascist anal wart or "Pastor" Terry Jones. Are there really people that stupid in the world? Sure, he's probably doing his part to fuel the percieved holy war that's going on. Yes, I KNOW that radical Islam called it first, but the religious right didn't have to throw their hat into that ring. Let's put that shoe on my foot. I hate Pat Robertson. He's insane. He uses religion to justify persecution and relieve the elderly of their pensions. Well......that was more of a Jim Baker thing, but you get the idea. I would love nothing more than to show up at his office, light a bible on fire, and piss on it. Why would I NEVER do that? I know it would make Pat FURIOUS, and make me laugh. BUT it would also infuriate and offend all the level-headed Christians who have shown me respect and whom I respect and support. Enough of this crap, friends.
13 August 2010 @ 02:05 am
Well.....it's been quite a while, eh? After a long time at home recovering from what happened in Philly, I'm poking my head out a bit more these days. Work is comfortable, yet stressful as ever, but I'm used to it now. I'm in an asskicking band, Black Detour, that's finally giving me a musical outlet. By the end of the month I'll be living in Homestead with my coworker, Clint...AKA "Cletus". My girlfriend, Allison, is already moved in and job hunting as I write this. Sure, You may think, it's the same scenario that sent me spiraling into a suicidal depression, but I've really done some thinking on the matter. I needed to find someone who is different from me, not the same. She also lacks a lot of the personal issues that caused those problems for me two years ago. As for things with Lauren.......well.....I really wish her all the best and give her my blessings for success. However, in the crucible that was this past year, I've really changed a lot and learned what I want in a woman and what I expect of my friends. I expect honesty, not trickery. People who will simply listen to your concerns, not meddle in your affairs. Many of the problems I faced have been dug into pretty hard, and it hasn't been pretty. A lot of my interests have changed, but I'm simply more comfortable with who I am. If you're reading this from Facebook, it means I've thought you important enough to keep on my list. I've trimmed it up to the people that really mean something to me. In looking to the future, I hope things go well for the band. On the more immediate scale, my interest in brewing has really grown. Perhaps it's not too far of a stretch to go from chef to brewer. I'm tired of my family time being wasted by this business. I won't let it ruin important moments if I'm to one day be a father. Thanks for reading folks....more entries will follow.....
21 June 2009 @ 11:05 pm
Ok, so....Pittsburgh has this hockey team.....and they rule.

I was in a bar in Market Square, right in downtown, for Game 7. I was a little too young to understand what a team has to do to get to, let alone win the Stanley Cup. Now that I do, I appreciate the Pens so much more. The clock painfully ticked down, and then the city went ape-shit. The following Monday, Lauren and I went to the victory parade. We were 10 FEET from the Cup and all the players.

Unfortunately, Geno didn't clean house completely. He may have buckled the Conn Smythe into the front seat of his car, but FUCKING OVECHKIN gets MVP? Even the L.B. Pearson? Seriously? Whatever, he can have his popularity contest. He was off golfing while our pal from Magnatorsk was fighting for and WINNING the most important thing in hockey.

Enjoy the summer, yin'z guyz!
You've earned it!

28 May 2009 @ 05:47 pm
Hey folks, sorry for the long time away. I'm back in Pittsburgh where I belong, and finally secured a job with the Capital Grille in "dahn tahn". Just saving up to get my own place in the city. Not much else to report, really. What have all of you been up to?
02 February 2009 @ 08:45 pm
WAY TO GO STEELERS! I think the 4th quarter action took a year off my life, but I'm so glad they pulled it off! I'm sure Myron Cope and Carl Nery are waving their Terrible Towels wherever they are.

I thought I missed my home already, but I admittedly fell into a severely depressed mood because I wanted to be celebrating MY team in MY city. I'm ok now, because I know that there's and end in sight to my time out here.

I've been pleasantly surprised by some of my co-workers. After the sadly DRY company party, I was asked where I was going to watch the game. I said "uh...at my place, by myself." They said, "Bullshit, we know you're having a hard time. You're coming with us." We went to the bar and I had a blast. They also promised any help they could offer to help me get home. I knew there were good people here, I just hadn't found them yet. I'm glad I know who to keep in touch with when I leave.

Also, at said boozeless party, I met the husband of one of our managers. She said he was involved in the horror film world, and that we'd have a lot to talk about. Turns out, he's Emmanuel Kervyn, writer and director of Rabid Grannies. ROLL THE CLIP!

I've had a lot of good conversations with friendly people, but that ranks as one of my most memorable. He gave me really good AND practical advice about writing music for film, especially silent film. I told him I had some ideas for a silent film. He listened intently, offered encouragement and said he'd be willing to critique it if it comes to fruition.
22 January 2009 @ 03:22 pm
Sorry I haven't blogged in a long while, I've been doing a lot of thinking and I don't usually post anything until I've made something coherent of it. I'm not usually this frank, but here goes:

I'm done with Philly. My relationship with Lauren has been up and down for sometime and as of New Year's, it's over. I'm thankful that our friendship is still there and I think it's gotten stronger in recent weeks. This is now the time to take care of myself, worry about me. I made a promise to her to seek some professional help when I get home and I'm going to do just that. Since I'm the focus now, which was hard for me to do anyway, here's what I've learned and why I've made the decision to return to Pittsburgh. I've seen that Philly is just too big of a city for me. It's unfriendly, violent and downright racist. I thought I could make it anywhere as long as I could make a few friends. I've made a few, but they're closer to "drinking buddies" than friends. I've learned what I need. I need my family (as much as they piss me off), my real friends, my pub, my coffee shop, my Penguins and Steelers.....everything that's made the Pittsburgh area "my city". I'm done with cheesesteaks, an EXCESSIVE Starbucks population, WaWa's, assholes, Love Park, homicidal taxy drivers, AND FUCKING FLYERS FANS! Give me Primanti Brothers sammiches, Sheetz, and courtsey on the highway!

It's funny that I came out here looking for opportunity, and I'm going home for a better one. Working for Capital Grille has been fantastic, but not enough to out-weight the things I hate. I'm working on a transfer, and if for some reason that doesn't work, I have two other offers on the table. I'll be living with my "whiskey buddy" Will this summer, but staying with the parental units for a little while. Insane as it is to think this, I actually want to spend some time with them. I'll also be able to study with my old drumming instructor. This experience has taught me what I need in my life. I had most of it and a change this big wasn't good. I'm sad that my relationship had to be sacrificed, but she's still my friend and I'm glad she's doing what's best for her.

There's one other thing that's been eating at me since we've come out here. I'm a "nature person", not a hippie, so stop there. When the weather here is clear, and it frequently is, it feels like an artificial reality. No definiton in the sky, nothing but asphalt and concrete as far as the eye can see. It's unsettling. I miss those gray skies and rivers. I didn't think "WHERE" you lived played such an important part in "HOW" you live. It might not for some, but it does for me. So, farewell, Philly. I'm going home with my life and hope intact. You didn't beat me. Fuck you.
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
11 December 2008 @ 08:02 pm

One of my favorite drummers, Chris Adler of Lamb of God has gone vegetarian. I read this in Modern Drummer just before the release of the Killadelphia DVD. He said it was because of "health reasons." Fine, no problem here. I can't fault anyone who stops eating anything for health reasons. I just found the following on a PETA website:

When we last spoke to American death metal giants Lamb of God, we discovered that drummer Chris Adler went vegetarian after learning what happens to animals killed by the factory-farming industry. That makes perfect sense to us, considering that the members of Lamb of God are focused on staying true to themselves and often address subjects like politics, greed, and hypocrisy in their songs. So we thought: Who better to star in our next PSA? Sitting behind his drum kit, Chris appears beside a tagline he wrote himself: "My marriage, my relationships and family, my accomplishments with my band and my choice to be vegetarian are not only things I am proud of, they define me."

Maybe he was trying to save face amongst the metal world? Probably not, he's not one for bullshit. I also find it hard to believe that being in the metal scene, which thrives on death, suffering and gore, he's put off by a slaughterhouse. Besides, should PETA be praising a band that addresses hypocrisy? *cougheuthanaisacough* AND, stop making it look like the add was a big deal. You just made a shitty photoshop of his Meinl endorsement add from '06.

I guess I'm more mad at PETA for their usual misinformation tactics and dragging one of my heroes into it.

Personal Update:
Work is finally into the Holiday swing. I missed Thanksgiving with my family, and I'll miss Christmas too. Fortunately Lauren's family will be here and I've had a few invites from co-workers. I'm NOT missing New Years Eve. I'm driving right from work to Da 'Burgh that afternoon.
25 November 2008 @ 09:14 pm
Lauren, who's now a smut-peddler, fired off this one after work:

"The Flyers are the biggest bunch of dicks outside of a sex shop"

On a personal note, I confirmed lessons with two teachers in Jersey for corps snare and (brace yourselves)...........BAGPIPES!!! Yep, I FINALLY have a real reason to wear a kilt. But seriously, both my grandfathers loved the pipes. One's gone and the other has cancer, I just hope I get to play for Paps Macklin.

And now to bed.....4:30 is still too damn early.
16 November 2008 @ 12:30 am
Man, I've known it for a long time that Hollywood sucks, but I've been watching the '08 remake of Andromeda Strain. Honestly.....I wasn't quite ready for ANOTHER drawn out story that to some extent involved a nuclear weapon detonating in the Rockies. Yep, Atomic Train, I went there. Anyone else remember that b-list studded turd? On a happier note, I finally watched The Dewey Cox story. Good stuff there, I love John C. Reilly. And Lauren showed me the wonderful Neil Patrick Harris-ness of "Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog". Check it out.
19 October 2008 @ 09:12 pm
Long time, no post. Lauren and I are working on repairing our relationship. I made some serious mistakes that I'm sorry for and thank god she's looking past them. I've put up some adds around University City for a "drummer for hire". Hopefully someone bites soon. On a more interesting note, I've been talking to my dad a lot more than usual. I guess it's because I don't live with my parents anymore. I've heard it's easier to get along with parents when you're far away from them, and it's true. On occasion my dad goes on about "the antichrist" and the "end of the world". I try not to argue against anyone's faith or lack thereof, but it got me interested in just what the Book of Revelation had to say. I've been using Manly Hall's "Secret Teachings of All Ages" to help. It has a general analysis of what St. John "saw". I'm thinking of posting some kind of "paper" on the topic. I'd also like to discuss it with some friends, one in particular has a Masters in Divinity. I'm only 4 chapters in, but so far, I can already tell that it has more to do with the Greek mysteries than anything written by the early church. Anyone else read up on this?