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Photos: Portland, Oregon Day Trip

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As I mentioned on Monday, I went to Portland, Oregon on a whim.  Simply put, I wanted to see the Portland Beavers minor league baseball team, at their own place, PGE Park, before the season ended, and Monday was the only plausible game that I could have a chance to make it to.  Fly in the morning, take advantage of the time change, watch baseball, wander around the city for a few hours, take red-eye flight back home.  Everything went exactly as planned . . . except for that last part.  I guess it’s not a baseball season until I get stuck somewhere far the fuck away from home at least once.  I think I’m really going to reconsider standby flying when it comes to the West Coast for future reference.  But it was still an awesome trip.  I’ll probably write more about it later on when I finish up my backlog of things I want to write about.

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Thought from Reagan National

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Out of all the available seating in this spacious terminal, why does the equivalent of the black Violet Beauregard after turning into a giant blackberry in need of juicing have to sit right next to me? In just a minute, I will be forced to “check the standby list” in order to get away from this mammoth behemoth monstrosity so I don’t have to smell her McDonald’s breakfast any further.

Dear Diary,

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I am, in a foul fucking mood today.  Normally hanging out at airports doesn’t really bother me, but today, I’m apparently absolutely livid.  And for no genuine real reason.  It must be indicative to the general state of me, considering this has been the first entirely dry week for me in quite some time, and I do not not apparently deal well with the boredom, and lack of productivity.

I have missed three flights to Virginia due to the entire fucking galaxy wanting to get there from Atlanta.  No matter what I see on the company intranet is irrelevant, because upon arriving to the gate, there are about 4-12 people ahead of me every single fucking flight.  I can’t even find a place to sit; I’m relegated to sitting in the gate of a recently departed flight to Jacksonville, Florida, about a mile away from the appropriate gate I should be waiting at, because this airport prides itself on being the busiest in the world, but really means to be the least efficient and most fucking crowded.

The honest truth is that I didn’t even really want to go to Virginia this weekend; but wanting to actually spend some time with my dad on his birthday is fairly important and justifiable for exerting the effort to do such, but if it were for any other reason, I’d likely have just stayed home this weekend, and watched baseball in my own backyard instead.

I’m trying to make the best of all this bullshit, but I’ve waded in it enough for a day already, with a very low threshold to begin with.  But I really need to find some good news or some relaxation somewhere, because I’m having some pretty dark and violent fantasies lately; the last one being wishing I could kick out the back of someone’s knee, pulverizing them, and then snapping their neck; for no reason other than they were walking too fucking slow and in not a straight line, so they were always perfectly in my line of walking.  Not to mention they were a fat, worthless fuck.

Wow, I’m in desperate need for some happy shit.  Hoping for a happy fucking weekend on Friday the fucking 13th.  Someone call the good news bear, and get me some fucking honey.  Fuck.

Something substantial

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Since I don’t really want to fall into a brogger’s rut of simply posting nothing but a picture and a quick blurb of words, on a daily basis, I sit down today to write.

A brogger’s rut isn’t the only thing that I’m risking falling into these days, because as much as I hate to admit it, I feel that I have fallen into a more proverbial life’s rut these last few weeks.  Ever since I returned from Chicago, I have struggled to get back into a sense of routine, comfort, and the resulting ease of mind that comes with doing the same shit on a regular basis.  I guess it wasn’t necessarily the fault of my trip to Chicago, but now that I think about it, kind of a result of events and happenings of this summer as a whole, perhaps.  Now I’m not going to say that my life is miserable and sucks by any stretch of the imagination, but at the same time I’m not going to ignore the facts, or at least hypothesis, that I might be a little depressed these days.

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Photos: Chicago-Milwaukee-Chicago Baseball Trip

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Sleep really Aboboed me last night.  I slept for about ten hours.  Thank goodness I’m not actually working today, otherwise, I’d be screwed.  Anyway, if you haven’t already figured it out, I spent the last weekend and change out in the Central Standard Timezone, watching baseball, eating way too much, and doing some exploration.  Ironic, considering I’ve been to Chicago like 5-6 times in my life, but never actually explored the place until this past weekend.  Sad, too.  But anyway, I have recently uploaded over 300 photos from my recent travels of my goofy and nerdy baseball travels.

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