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So I should have gotten much more done today, instead I got out of work, worked out, showered and played Dead Space.  Dead space is a third person shooter/survival horror game that came out in ’08.  Scifi Zombies in space that you have to fucking dismember to stop.  And yes, as a difficult of a concept as it is, The Geek occasionally games.  I have a tenancy to get sucked into a good story however, so I try to keep them at arms length.

It’s like being high or drunk out of my mind for a day.  I’ve tried it, and it ends with me feeling like I am just another person.  No potential for anything when yer staring at a screen all day.  Regardless… You gotta relax sometime?  But I should have been relaxing with a book or my book.  A little mindless violence never hurt any- waitaminute… nevermind.

Gotta say, Miss Jorah Day is the first person who gave enough of a damn to leave some feedback!  I greatly appreciate that, especially the “noir” comment.  I’ve always loved that type of narration/film style.  Jorah speaks with a kind of Brazen honesty that is refreshing.  Yeah, there are plenty of blogs out there with useful information and steady subjects.  Some of us just need to vent however.  We have to get our thoughts out in text when we can’t really say anything.

Check out her site.  =]







So tonight I actually went out and socialized.  After a nine hour shift and the final completion of my first week of Power 90 (woo!), I showered, got dressed and went to see a friend’s boyfriend play a show out in Naples.  Hippy texted me so I invited him along.  We made the drive out and I was on the streets of a small town surrounded by mountains and littered with bars.  The temperature was 26 degrees and dropping, yet no snow seemed to stay on the ground.


It was an interesting experience.  Hippy and I both walked down the street to the Orange Inn because we heard they had a pool table.  The place was spotted with regulars.  It’s a relatively country place, but there were no complaints when I played “Stray Cat Strut” or when Hippy played “Jump Around” on the juke.  Neither me nor my friend are too good at pool, but we have fun playing each other, complimenting calls accomplished, and cursing profusely when the occasion calls for it.  It does so often.

The show itself was two guys on acoustic guitars.  They played well, but it wasn’t my cup of tea.  I knew some of the crowd.  A fair sprinkling of college kids, but mostly adults.  I knew a lot of them from passing interaction throughout my few adventures.

I really tried to avoid judging anyone.  I guess I’m a snob, but maybe I’m just agoraphobic.  Crowds unnerve me slightly.  Hippy and I kept close by each other and exchanged pleasantries and shook hands.  I guess it wasn’t a bad evening.  We talked about God, and the IRA, and Al Quieda.  We talked about love lost and lonely days.  We went through our phones and figured out we might have only each other in this cold lake land town.  Our friends have scattered to the four winds.  I wonder if we’ll join them together, or as two separate roaming vagabonds heading south on different paths.

Keep in mind I am working under the presumption that this kid, Michael A. Pilato is guilty. He had not been proven so in a court of law.

Yesterday, a fifteen year old boy was arraigned for the arson of his home, and the deaths of his adoptive father, and two younger brothers.  The headline read “Teen charged in deadly fire”.  The picture of Pilato was one bearing a defiant sneer as he was lead away in handcuffs.  Here is a link to the article

Today, I go in to work to find the most perplexing headline the Democrat and Chronicle of Rochester NY could have possibly conceived.  The picture of Michael THIS TIME was one of a boy on the verge of tears.  The headline itself read something along the lines of “Teen lead troubled life”.

According to the article, which you can read here:

The article says the child was verbally and physically abused by his adoptive father.  “The verbal abuse consisted of constant yelling and the physical abuse amounted to smacks with his hands”

Having been a fifteen year old boy myself, I know that you get angry sometimes.  You feel like yer old man is out to get you.  That and every jerk who says something negative in school.  Holden Caulfields of the world freaking unite.  Your hormones are all over the place and you notice things you never had before.  My father occasionally smacked me across the mouth when I was being an angsty cry-baby.  Shouting matches found their way into it too on occasion.  This amounts to something called discipline.

A troubled life?  A guy who goes overseas and loses a leg to an IED is in for a troubled life.  A single mother with two minimum wage jobs and a kid to raise on her own is in for a troubled life.  A kid who was filled with TYPICAL TEENAGE ANGST is not justified in murder by a “troubled life”.

The Democrat and Chronicle posting such dribble as if to illicit sympathy from the public is irritating. Freedom of the press comes with freedom to question the bullshit that makes the front page.

Try him as an adult.  Look at it through the eyes of the law, not the emotional position of a bleeding heart child.

Someone please explain to me the logic of some women.  I was texting a friend and she was going on and on about some movie she was watching.  A documentary on kids that are given medication for bogus diagnoses like Bipolar and ADD.  I wasn’t really all that interested and was trying to freaking sleep.  She offers to shut up about it, and I said that’s okay.

Then she flips her lid!

Apparently, her offer to shut up about the movie was sarcastic and I was told to fuck off.  Why would you make an offer that’s really a trap??  I don’t have to do anything and she gets wound up because I’m legitimately not interested.  How is this logical?  It pretty much spells out stupidity in my opinion, but maybe I’m just “insensitive”.

P90 has really kicked my ass today.  So this entry is short and I’m going to try and catch twenty winks before American Horror Story.  That show is so freaking good.  Succubus agrees.