Part social grace, part opportunity

With the velocity of a Jamie Moyer fastball, my iPad hit the asphalt, face first.  I didn’t think much of it, since it had a cover, but when I peeled it back, I was surprised to see that the screen had cracked pretty badly. Most of the damage incurred at the right- top and bottom corners, but at the right angle, light reveals a crack that goes across the center itself.

Functionality is intact, and from what I can tell, nothing seems to be a dead spot or any spot where touch is no longer detected.  And the fact that my screen had a film cover atop of it additionally, there’s only a tiny corner where any remote feel of jagged is possible.

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Perhaps societal rules should take a step backward

Impetus: teen vandals jump all over business owner’s car and effectively cause expensive damages, run away, are not caught, and of course are completely unaccountable for their actions

I come across stories like this one, and really the only thing that springs to mind are justice fantasies that typically involve perpetrators getting shot.  I’m not saying I want people killed for petty vandalism, but I’m not going to shed a tear if some teenage punks get shot in the legs, and incur some pain and suffering, for the obvious suffering they feel the need to incur onto others with their own stupid decisions to vandalize.  Seriously, I can’t say I would be the least bit scared at all if a vigilante with a rifle were on top of the roof of the business and shot the leg of the alpha vandal, incapacitated him until the police arrived, but instead trumpeting the ironic victory of a worthless little shit getting his just desserts instantaneously.

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Funny how this works

I’m still trying to get back into the swing of things with regular writing, now that my brog is (somewhat) back up and operational again, but as I’m sure anyone who visits on a somewhat regular basis might have noticed, things haven’t been so daily as it once was prior to the server move.

Admittedly, a part of that has to do with the fact that I guess for lack of a better term, I fell kind of out practice with regular daily writing.  As I said about fifty times during the downtime, there was very much an out of sight-out of mind mentality that had occurred, not being able to see a brog at all, but I still made my best efforts to scour the internets for things to trigger a though process or serve as an impetus to vomit out 500 words or more about a particular topic, but it was far from a regular daily exercise like it had been prior to the downtime.

However, another aspect to the lack of writing is simply the fact that I’ve been pretty happy over the last few weeks.  Now my closest confidants and those I see on a fairly regular basis know precisely what this is the case, and I have to imagine that anyone with half-to-three-quarters of a brain could probably surmise my weak attempts at veiled hints to why this is also the case, but for lack of a better term, I’ve been quite pleased with life in general over the last few weeks, even if it seems like the world around me is mired in gloom, angst and unfortunate circumstances; I can’t control anyone else’s life but by own (to a degree), and the things that have been happening in my life lately have made me pretty pleased.

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A funny thing happened

Over the span of the last few days, my beloved brog had come back up online.  It was one of those “oh, look what’s back” kind of moments, because I was having a conversation with someone about something, that I knew that in the past, I had a relevant picture uploaded to my site.  But because I assumed my site was still down, I went straight to Google, with hopes of finding a cached version of what I had in mind, but discovered that my site was actually up and running again.

Color me surprised and at the same time, a little bewildered.  I’m happy, undoubtedly, enough to warrant the Shawshank metaphor to have my brog back up online, but at the same time, I’m kind of like “what do I do next?”  I’ve gone over a month without regular writing, and I feel a little bit out of touch with my writing chops.  I have a feeling it’s going to take a little bit of time to get the wheels turning again, especially with the way life is right now, which is to say a little bit different than how it was back in the end of September, the last time my regular postings had ceased.

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90 Day Politically Incorrect Statement

During October, while other TV snobs were going apeshit over the impending returns of programming such as The Walking Dead and American Horror Story: Freak Show, I too was getting excited of another showing embarking on a new season.

90 Day Fiancé.

I’m fucking serious.  The most popular shows in the country have some stiff competition as far as I’m concerned with the parade of train wrecks that TLC keeps putting out.  Extreme Cheapskates, My Strange Addiction, My Five Wives, I can’t get enough of these terribly entertaining shows.  But among those, I’d have to say that 90 Day Fiancé might have to be my favorite.

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The serious business of pumpkin carving

One of my friends throws a pumpkin carving party every year, and for the most part, I try to participate in it every year I can. The impetus of the party is the belief that it’s simply nice to have traditions; and I for one could not agree any further. That being said, regardless of who, or how many people actually participate in the act of carving pumpkins, I have always taken it pretty seriously; probably to a magnitude where my effort can make up for the lack of effort on someone else’s part (I’ve carved two pumpkins a few times now).

Because I’ve had a difficult time of finding content as well as motivation of things to write in the absence of my brog, I figured I would write a little bit about my process when it comes to preparing for pumpkin carving.

For starters, I am a tryhard, and I do not care to use any generic stencils or ideas that come available in a commercially available book or website. I prefer to strive for unique ideas, or things that really hit home to my personal preferences.

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When being right sucks

Back in early September, when the Dodgers knocked the Giants out of the division lead, I told a friend of mine that he had better hope that they don’t manage to get into the Wild Card game.  Because if the Giants got into the playoffs, then it was pretty much worth not having the playoffs, because it was a foregone conclusion that the Giants were going to win the World Series, by virtue of absolutely nothing other than the fact that the Giants always win on even-numbered years now.  His team, the Nationals, getting bounced along the way would merely have been collateral damage.

I enjoy when I’m right with predictions, because it’s often times a gratifying feeling to be seen as someone with good intuition, luck or simply the mental fortitude to make educated guesses.  But last night, despite the fact that my prediction most certainly did ring true, as Giants players hoisted the Commissioner’s Trophy high into the Kansas City night for the third time in the last five years, there was no gratification, no joy, and definitely no enjoyment in the fact that I was right.

I try and not let the outcomes of inconsequential sporting events dictate my moods, and frankly I’m not going to lose any sleep over the Royals failing to win it all despite coming oh-so close, but god damn was I disappointed that the Royals didn’t win the World Series.  I hadn’t wanted to see a team win a World Series this badly in forever, and this wasn’t so much watching because I enjoy watching baseball, as it was the fact that I was actively pulling for the Royals, despite playing against the team of destiny.

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