Boo!

Happy Halloween!

BUGGER!!!

Remember the scene in Trainspotting near the end of the film when Begbie loses it in the hotel room? Pure rage...bent over screaming...whipping furniture around as if made from plywood type rage......that was me this morning. I must have let loose with over 30 curse words as I stumbled around like Godzilla on a rampage through downtown Tokyo. A missing nametag and fantasy football fuck up were the catalysts for this outburst...but I think it had been building for days.

But you know what...I actually felt better afterwards...like I had actually gotten something off my chest. Maybe John and Yoko were on to something with that "Primal Scream" stuff? Now I'm just sleepy...

The Squeaky Wheel...

I get down. No…not that kind of down…I get blue sometimes…no, not that kind of blue…(get your mind out of the gutter......Neil...)...I get depressed. Anything can trigger a dip into the cold black pools I know so well. A rough nights sleep…a shitty day at work…or just getting up on the wrong side of the bed in the morning. Sometimes my mind takes over, and I begin to focus on shit that is always sure to bring me down...lurking in the dark corners. The fact that my job, for all intents and purposes, is as dead end and dead end can be. That I've got a f'n university degree in media studies, and I earn less than $10 an hour. That to call me socially awkward would be a compliment. That the world is full of pigs and weasels and ugly motherfuckers, and they all seem to have a hand on the steering wheel of society…driving us all into the depths of oblivion with a big Joker like grin on their collective faces...with me sitting in the back seat, constantly being jerked around in all sorts of directions, fearing for my life. Politicians, CEO's and management types, criminals…I've come to the decision that, as much as I'd love to latch onto my current place of work and slowly worm my way up that gleaming corporate ladder…I'm just not interested in handing over my soul in order to make a few more bucks…not yet at least. Is it really worth feeling that cold chill in my gut whenever I have to 'upsell' a customer at work...or 'push' some corporate money making idea of the hour...or having a gun stuck in the back of my head…just so I can make just enough money to pay for rent, food, gas, utilities…with enough left over to have a little fun when I actually feel like having fun?

So what do I do? I'm not going to quit…at least not yet. Christmas is coming, and to leave now would put my co-workers in a bind…and there is money to be made. So I'm staying 'till at least January…but after that…

I've also decided that I really need to do some deep soul searching. I've been out of school for 4 years now, and I'm still treading water. The music business chewed me up and spit me out, with little to show for it…and real estate in a foreign country just didn't make a lot of sense for me. Factory work…customer service…slave labour…your just a cog in the machine…a replaceable part. Part of me likes that, the fact that I can just blend in, put my head down, do my job, and then leave it behind when I punch out. People don't expect much out of you, so they don't ask too much. And if they do ask too much…you just point at your last paycheque and let them know that you don't earn enough to eat shit. I'm just a drone…any ambition and motivation I had when I was younger has been replaced by a feeling of indifference, apathy and resignation. This is life…and life is a struggle. I could be wearing a suit, hitchin a ride on the red rocket every morning, pulling down $30,000 a year…but I bet you I'd still get miserable sometimes. Don't get me wrong…I'm not a gloomy gus ALL the time…but its one of those inevitable things that I know is just around the corner…and if I wait long enough, the good times end…and the clouds start to form overhead. Rolling waves of black water.

I think a lot of people struggle with these sorts of questions. Many of the blogs I read are littered with hints of venom, piss and bile…people who are fed up, tired, confused, angry, frustrated, lost…but still managing to hold down jobs and mortgages, take care of kids and husbands or wives, girlfriends and boyfriends…they still make it though the day, just like I seem to do everyday. Is this it?

For me…I don't want much out of life. I've given up trying to be rich and famous. The dreams of my adolescence and teenage years are dead…dried up like an old piece of fruit. Now all I want is peace. Peace of mind…peace and quiet…and if I'm lucky, a piece of someone's heart. Can love save us? I think it can…maybe its only able to sustain us for short bursts…like the feeling you get when you first fall for someone…but then, as the layers are peeled back, the love takes on new dynamic…what was once new and fresh and exciting, becomes predictable, familiar and comfortable...but still a thing of wonder. The fire still burns…but it's a slow burn, with a fresh log being thrown on the fire from time to time to keep it going. I'm a romantic at heart…and I believe that there is someone out there for me, the ying to my yang…but its almost as I've given up finding that person. She exists…but she could be living in a hut in China…or a mansion in Germany for all I know. Will fate bring us together? Cause I've been waiting on fate for a long time…

Maybe I just need to be patient and wait this storm out…or maybe I need to get off my ass, grab the raincoat and be a little more pro-active? Which one is it? Hopefully this is a true and clear crossroads I'm at right now…right or left, black or white…and not one of those fly by night ones where I make promises and set goals…only to forget the whole thing a week later. Maybe I'll finally get up off the canvas, dust myself off, and get back in the fight. I may be behind on points…but I know I can still win…

A Toast...

A Bakers Dozen

“If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.” - Socrates

“Beware the barrenness of a busy life.” - Socrates

“Let him that would move the world first move himself.” - Socrates

“The unexamined life is not worth living.” - Socrates

“Man - a being in search of meaning.” – Plato

“Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.” - Plato

“Love is a serious mental disease.” - Plato

“The beginning is the most important part of the work.” - Plato

“The greatest wealth is to live content with little.” - Plato

“Thinking: The talking of the soul with itself.” - Plato

“A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.” – William Shakespeare

“I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.” – Socrates

“I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.” – Edgar Allen Poe

Digital Divide

Count me as one of the (very) few who hasn't jumped into the Digital age with both feet, grinning ear to ear. Now, I'm not anti-technology, but I do have a problem when a new format or 'gimmick' comes along and sideswipes an old technology that, for all intents and purposes, is working just fine thank you very much. I enjoy using film when taking pictures. I like the way it looks…I like the fact that you don't get immediate feedback, or the chance to 'do-over' your picture 1000 times before you 'get it right'. I like that you have to work a little to get a good shot. I like the anticipation of seeing how your prints turned out. With digital…its just too easy. The pictures themselves always seem to come out a little too clean…the cameras cost quite a bit…and I've found whenever I use one, its difficult to get the picture you want in focus. They just seem so limited. And don't even get me started on camera phones…

If people choose Digital camera's over film camera's, that's their choice. I understand that people like not having to pay $10-15 to get their film developed, and being able to rub out crappy shots, but I still want to be able to have the choice to shoot my pictures with film if I so choose without people giving me funny looks and asking 'why don't you just get a digital?'. I went to 7 different camera/photography places today…7…looking for B&W Advantix film for my camera…not one place carried it. As it turns out, the Advantix camera has now been discontinued, and all us suckers who got one of these nice cameras 4-5 years ago are now fucked. Digital is taking over. Soon, I won't even be able to get ANY film for my camera (or so said the guy at the Rapid Photo). I feel like one of those suckers who bought a BETA back in the '80's. "Sorry dude...your team lost!" So…in a matter of a couple of years, I'm going to have a great, working camera that I won't be able to use…and I'll be forced to go out and get "something new" in order to take pictures. Sound familiar?

I was also one of the late VHS holdouts…until it became clear that video stores weren't going to carry VHS anymore…so I got a DVD player because it seemed that format would enjoy a VHS like run of its own. I still have a great collection of VHS movies...but now my VHS machine is breaking down due to lack of use (and too much dust). But at least I'm set with DVD for a while, right? WRONG! Now we've got HD DVD and Blu Ray fighting it out for next generation domination. Great! I've also got an XBOX. I have little desire to 'upgrade' to the new XBOX360…the graphics are great, but there seem to be so many glitches with the machine and such a crappy line-up of games for it that spending $500 for a new system when I've already got one that I really only play sporadically doesn't make a lick of sense. 10 years ago I would have bitten...but $500 disappearing from my bank account for 'video games' would probably feel more like taking a punch to the gut from Bill Gates himself than the excitement I had when I got my first NES. I've also had the same cell phone since 2002. It doesn't have a colour screen…it doesn't have flashy neon lights…and it doesn't take pictures…it was the cheapest model when I got it and it still works, so I keep it. What is the fascination with the 'new'? If it ain't broke…

Anyway, after asking the guy in the white lab coat a few more questions, it turns out that I can still get B&W prints made using colour film…so that's what I'm going to 'try'…but I'm a little skeptical. If this is the case…what was the point of B&W film then? It seems my fall photography experiment just wasn't meant to get off the ground I guess. Add to the camera/film issues the fact that many of the leaves on the trees have now fallen off…to call today a little discouraging would be an understatement. Plus…finding somewhere to park my car on the side of the road proved a lot more difficult than I thought it would. I thought there would be 'fewer' cars on dirt country roads. Wrong again. The whole thing turned out to be a real chore today, rather than the enjoyable outdoor experience I was hoping for.
One positive…I probably got enough fresh air to keep an entire army of infants asleep for 12 hours straight…so it wasn't a total (YAWWWWWWWWWN) wash.


The NEW zbx7600-Digisuperzoomapalooza v 1.0...now THAT'S a camera!

Battle of the Superpowers 1

{The following blog is delivered tongue firmly planted in cheek…please, no ‘real’ offense is intended}

So which one do you prefer? I’ve had this discussion before…and it always invariably ends with the two sides agreeing to disagree. So this isn’t going to be an in-depth argument as to why one is better than the other. These are my thoughts…and if you agree, or disagree…cool. I am a Coke man. If I need a kick start to my afternoon? Grab a Coke. Not having a beer with my meal? I’ll have a Coke please? Pizza? Coke! Bag of chips…can of Coke. Don’t get me wrong, I really don’t have a whole lot against Pepsi to be honest…it’s a ‘nice’ drink…but it just doesn’t compare…not even in the same league. Sometimes when I grab a slice at Pizza Pizza, and because they only sell Pepsi products…I’ll partake, and if its just cold enough, I’ll enjoy a can. Taco Bell also forces you to slum it with Pepsi…but most places are hip the majority, and offer Coke and Coke products.

For me, Pepsi is like Coke’s watered down, tangy little brother. I could be wrong, but Coke came first…and then Pepsi, wanting to get in on all that cola action, decided to make their own. Notice how they always serve a Pepsi in a glass with a lemon? What’s wrong Pepsi…need a little more flavour? I feel like I’m drinking cola flavoured soda water when I drink Pepsi sometimes. It may be the choice of a new generation…but Coke is in the bedrock of western civilization along with the McDonalds of this world (who also don’t serve Pepsi…they serve Coke). They’re an American success story. Pepsi’s just a copy-cat wanna-be.

Some people prefer the taste of Pepsi. They argue that it isn’t as syrupy as Coke…or that it doesn’t make their teeth tingle…as much…but for me, there aren’t a lot of things in this world that I enjoy as much as an ice cold can (or even better…old tyme bottle) of Coke when the urge hits. Sometimes its not the right time for one (late at night, early in the day, after vigorous physical activity), and that’s when I go for the old fall-back…water. Nothing beats water. If I could only have one liquid for the rest of my life…Water, Coke and Barqs Root Beer would probably make the final 3…but water would win out. Sure…sometimes flavour is necessary and a tall glass of water just wont’ cut it…but come on…it comes directly from Mother Nature herself. We NEED it to survive…and if we only got our daily allotment of h2o from carbonated drinks, we’d all be…well, just take a look at the obesity problem in, all of fucking western civilization…and that’s a pretty fair snapshot of what we’d all look like if not for all the healthy people who drink lots and lots of water.

If you’re a fan of Pepsi…great. I don’t see you as the second class citizen your clearly attempting to be…it’s a free country, and you can choose second best. Myself…I’d probably choose Coke over Pepsi 95 times out of 100…but that doesn’t mean you have to.

So…in this, the first BATTLE OF THE SUPERPOWERS…as dictator and all wise ruler of this tiny slice of internet, I dub Coke the victor. And to celebrate…



‘pfsssstttttt…glug, glug, glug…ahhhhhhhhhhhhh”

March on...

{I’ve been suffering from a mental block all weekend. This is an attempt to break out of it. I probably won’t succeed. You’ve been warned…}

I’ve been feeling ‘distant’ the last few days, as if part of me is not all the way here. I’m not daydreaming at work or walking into walls or anything like that…I’m just not feeling myself. I came down with something a couple of weeks ago that, while not overly dramatic as far as ‘bugs’ go, certainly did sap a ton of my energy, much of which I’ve been struggling to get back since. My work hours aren’t helping, but while I’ve had a couple of good night sleeps…it seems all it takes is one sleepless or semi-sleepless night for me to slide alllll the way down into walking zombie mode again…like a sleepy time version of snakes and ladders…


"The real game of life..."

That being said, in this altered state I find myself in, I seem to have rediscovered my photography hobby. I’ve been motivated to load up the old camera with some b&w film and take in all that fall has to offer next chance I get. I know…I know…fall is a season best captured in colour, but to be honest, the roll of colour pictures I just developed were absolute shit. My trip out west was relegated to a couple of shots of mountains, a Calgary Stampeders practice and a blurry photo taken from inside a bus of the cityscape. Nothing. Maybe 2 or 3 decent ones out of 24. Colour is for family pictures and vacations I say. I find that when using b&w, you just tune out the colour show, and focus on getting a good ‘picture’. That…and I just like it better. WAY more arty! =P Plus, I think it would be cool to try and capture fall and things like Halloween in b&w. A little experiment-slash-challenge if you will. I’ve already started to see more and more pumpkins and broomsticks about, and its actually putting a smile on my face. Maybe I’ll even find the time to pick out and carve my very own jack-o-lantern this year. I usually do something, as Halloween is one of my favourite holidays (its just so genuine and its for everyone...though I haven't dressed up in a while...), so hopefully I’ll become inspired and create a terrible masterpiece befitting this horrorshow of days.

This was also the first Sunday where I didn’t pay the NFL any mind. I set my fantasy league team last night, and even though my alarm gave me plenty of time to run to the corner store to place some Pro-Line bets this morning, I decided against it. Its actually quite amazing how my waning interest in sports can be traced back to the summer of the NHL lockout…and my vow to give up hockey for a year in silent protest. Ever since then, the energy I invested in all sports, not just hockey, has begun to shift towards other interests outside that world. I’m reading more. I’m writing a little more (though that’s hardly cause for celebration) and just not clogging up my head with statistics and player rosters. I’ve actually begun to explore other avenues on this road called life…and while the terrain often feels rocky and occasionally inspires fear and dread in me, the view of the horizon ahead is worth it. I just have to continue to ride the rough patches out, steer clear of the extreme terrain just off to the side…and hope its not all just a mirage…

Death & Stars

I finally got around to seeing the Warhol exhibit at the AGO yesterday, and while I was a little disappointed because many (easily more than half) of the pieces on display I had seen before in London, I thought as an overall exhibit it was well put together (good work Mr. Cronenberg) and worth seeing (though I did end up shelling out $60 for admission, parking, food and gas for the car which is just too much IMO). The focus on celebrity and death and our morbid fascination with both as a society was clear, and it was cool to get a chance to see clips of some of his short experimental films that I’d never seen before. If Andy had an idea, no matter how ridiculous or unorthodox, he went for it…warts and all. You’ve got to respect him for that…

If anything, the exhibit only reinforced my admiration for the man, and his warped, somewhat macabre sense of originality. I enjoyed the car crash pictures more than the Elizabeth Taylor or Elvis silk screens…but that’s just me. There was one picture of a woman who had jumped off the Empire State building and landed on the roof of a car…and it was striking. It was as if she was in some sort of pose…still clutching her pearl necklace. Very reminiscent of the types of girl-on-hood-of-car shots you might see in a Maxim, Playboy or Car Magazine…only, the beauty captured in this picture was dead. This one spoke the loudest of all the shots, while also speaking very softly…if that makes any sense? I spent a good 5-10 minutes looking at it.

I’d love to describe the show in more detail, but to tell the truth, I’m just not qualified enough to give an in depth run down of the show. I thought about taking notes, but after about 15 minutes, I lost interest and just wanted to look. There was a follow along narration by Mr. Cronenberg, but I didn’t listen to the whole thing because I wanted to just enjoy the stuff on display at my own pace. I’m glad I went, even though the theme was one I was already well aware of. It merely reinforced my belief that he was scraping the trough of the human condition and presenting whatever he found there that tickled his fancy. Our dirty little secret condition if you will…much of which we, as a society, are still wresting with and trying to come to grips with in a decidedly indirect way…our obsession with fame and death being the two most prominent of these guilty pleasures.

And J…I got a chance to visit THE Dali gallery in London (the one by the Millennium Wheel) and it was great. His stuff is really odd and surreal, but I really enjoyed it. I got a chance to see a lot of great art while I was living in England, its what I did on my Wednesdays off…train into London, followed by hours of wandering the streets, popping into galleries, museums and touristy places. I should get back into that…

“Andy was celebrity-obsessed. It was an honest thing that came from his time as a poor, gay outsider living in Pittsburgh and longing for the glamour and fame of Hollywood. [But] he could never be the centre of that universe so he created his own Hollywood. And I suppose, ironically and perfectly, he then found himself being courted by the real stars of Hollywood. To me that makes him an existential hero. Just by force of will and desire, he created himself. And along with the celebrity, he really understood that celebrity was in its own way a disaster. He was very astute about who he was and what that meant. Celebrity equals fame equals death. And the reverse was: a disaster and death could make you a celebrity. Andy was the first to understand that. If you died in a spectacular way, you got your 15 minutes of fame. You would get your pictures in all the papers and perhaps Andy Warhol would do a painting based on your spectacular death.” - Curator David Cronenberg

El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro Neil

I don’t have very many dreams when I sleep. I used to, and they were vivid fuckers…some of them all encompassing nightmares....some of them took me places I'd never been, and haven't come close to visiting since. I had one when I was a kid where my family was living in a house, and each member of my family would be lured to the basement (can’t remember why…) until I was the only one left. When I finally decided to see what was down there, I found that they had all been horrifically transformed by an evil troll living under the stairs into…locomotives. A car…a train…real vehicles, with their now goblin-like faces implanted on the front grills (like the 16 wheeler in Maximum Overdrive…) This dream happened when I was a little kid, we’re talking a good 18-20 years ago now…and I still remember it.

I love waking up from a good dream…its like living a movie in 3-D…only, if your not careful, it all fades away within minutes, and you can’t remember a damn thing that happened.

Well…I just woke up from one, and I thought I’d share. I have a feeling I know what its about, but still…I’m sure there are things I’m leaving out (had to answer the phone, and now my recollection of the events of my dream are a little hazy) but this is the jist of it.

I’m @ my old high school
For some reason, I am invited to go somewhere with someone…”just follow”
We both hop on bicycles…and we start peddling.
I recognize most of the early scenery, as I’ve made ‘that’ trip many times before.
However, soon the scenery changes, and sub divisions and nonsense is replaced by lush greens, rolling hills and one big sky…just beautiful scenery…reminiscent of my trip out West this summer.
My riding partner is a very accomplished rider it seems, because they are really moving…zipping around…but they aren’t looking back to see if I’m keeping up.
I try…only, we’re now riding in the middle (divider) lane of pristine, newly built 4 lane highway. There isn’t’ a lot of traffic, but still…we’re probably doing 50-60 km/h with cars zooming by.
I can’t keep up
I look down, and notice I’ve got a flat
I continue to ride, but I can’t keep the same speed.
Suddenly, I veer off to the right, barely missing a couple of cars, before I go hurdling over the concrete barricade and over the side…dropping a good 10 feet or so (after wildly attempting to grab the barricade as I flip over) into those rocks they always have by highways to stop landslides.
Crash!
I fall into rocks…and then nearly over a cliff
I manage to climb back onto the road unhurt
No sign of my riding partner
And the sky isn't so blue as it was
I decide to continue the journey on foot
I wake up

And now…

Who was the other rider?
Where were we going?
Why were we riding on the highway?
Why did I get a flat?

I honestly can’t answer these questions. I have an idea…but nevertheless, I think this dream was trying to tell my something in so far as I never have dreams (that I remember…or wake up from).

Have you had any vivid dreams in the past few weeks that captured your interest and attention? Maybe I shouldn’t have had that late night Merciless Peppers of Quetzylsaccatannango (grown deep in the jungle primeval by the inmates of a Guatemalan insane asylum) chilli?

"Man, this is crazy. I hope I didn't brain my damage."

More better blues...

You play the game
I’ll masturbate and sing a lullaby
You run the race
I’ll pay the miles
You sing the pink love fuzz
and dance the musty queer
I’ll stay at home ‘cause I’m a mouse
So high that I can’t fly
More deep than space #9
Can’t tell time by telling time
She’s so ready, I’m so heavy
Its so heavy on me
Can’t hold time by holding time

Barbarella
Come and save me from my misery
Can’t you see it’s a disease
Shoot the bad guys
and I’ll gladly sing a tune for you
Lost in space – we could be free

Let go, let God they say
I do believe but not in yours or yours
I just believe it’s all the same
Don’t know just who I am
Don’t know about the lamb
I’m the meat of the feast

Barbarella
Come and save me from my misery
Can’t you see it’s a disease
Shoot the bad guys
and I’ll gladly sing a tune for you
We’ll watch Lost In Space on my TV

Scott Weiland, Barbarella from 12 Bar Blues

Love will tear us apart…

I watched ‘The Break-Up’ today, and it turned out to be a pretty sweet movie. One of the things I liked most about it was the fact that they didn’t portray the female character, played by Jennifer Aniston, as the totally innocent victim…as one might expect from a Hollywood movie about breaking up. It was refreshing to see. I thought this movie would just be your typical guy meets girl, guy and girl fall in love, guy starts to take girl for granted, maybe guy’s eyes wander to a hot new co-worker, or he does something stupid and unforgivable or gets caught in a lie, girl then breaks up with guy, and guy has to win girl back kinda flick. All of these things did happen in the movie in one form or another (except for the hot co-worker), but there was an air of honesty permeating throughout the movie…how the small things, like not helping with the dishes, can be the trigger for an avalanche of pent up frustration…hints are not picked up…’tests’ are failed…and animosity and frustration build until bitterness takes over and ruins what was once a happy, fun, and very real love affair.

The dialogue also struck me as quite believable, like they weren’t pandering for laughs or trying to wrench your heart at every plot turn. Yes, all the rom/com stereotypes were present…but it was subtle and not over the top like many films of the genre can be. The film didn’t play (heavy) favourites, and while the moral of the story wasn’t anything earth shattering…men and women are different animals, and if open communication breaks down, so too does the relationship… the way it was presented, combined with solid performances from virtually the entire cast, made this one an enjoyable flick. Not great…but good. I think I probably laughed out loud maybe 2 or 3 times (its not a hilarious movie by any stretch) but I would recommend it to just about anyone…and will.

*** 1/2 out of 5

Can you believe it?

"Yes...yes I can..."

Just a quick congratulations to the Detroit Tigers for winning the AL pennant and booking their place in the World Series. It really is nice to see a young, hungry, medium budget team have the type of season they are having. I also love the fact that they have proven the ‘so-called’ experts dead wrong after every single sports writer and pundit had written off the Tigers before they had even played their first game against the big, bad, New York Yankees. Some of the talk on the radio before the baseball playoffs started was just laughable. I couldn’t believe it then…and its even more ridiculous now that the Tigers have swept the A’s. These guys spend their whole lives, every waking working minute, covering sports and attempting to form a ‘educated opinion’…yet they come on the radio or the TV and literally make jokes and snide remarks about how the Tigers have no chance vs. the Yankees and that the series was ‘over’ before it had even begun. Are you kidding me?!?

Having watched and played sports for the better part of my life, I know damn well that anything can happen…anything. Its why you PLAY the game. Yes, sometimes the big, rich teams dominate and are able to buy a championship…or even a string of them…but how many times has a Anaheim Angles, Carolina Hurricanes or New England Patriots come out of nowhere and won out over some storied, uber rich team and taken home the big prize? It happens all the time (except in golf and tennis…where Tiger Woods and Roger Federer just own their respective sports right now!) yet these so called experts are so quick to dismiss and even ridicule the David’s of the sporting world. Cocky fuckers!

Have you ever noticed how when experts are making their ‘bold’ predictions for the upcoming season, they invariably select the team that won it the year before. WOW…way to go out on a limb guy! It’s the safe bet…and its lame.

Anyway, I’m sure this entry may fall on some deaf ears…not everyone is into sports…even I’m not nearly as nutty as I was 5-10 years ago…but it just boggles my mind how the experts are often so very, VERY wrong. Sometimes, I think these guys say these things in order to stand out or to make the ‘story’ of the underdog rising up that much more amazing and newsworthy. “WOW…we didn’t see it coming, so its even MORE amazing!” It’s all a big con so they have something to write about I think. 90% of sports writers are weasels and hacks and don’t know any more about sports than Joe Six-pack who watches all the games and reads their stupid columns…and if you’ve ever listened to sports-talk radio, you know Joe Six-pack doesn’t know shit!

Even though I'm not a Detroit fan, I know who I’ll be rooting for in the World Series…the team that wasn’t supposed to win a single game.

Go Tigers!

Top of the first...

Inspired by the unique, insightful, creative and truly enjoyable blogs that I've gotten in the habbit of reading the past few weeks, I've decided to join the many, stake my claim in the wild wide web and build a home. I intend on using this space to explore my creative and introspective side, keep my typing skills sharp and to rant on the topics of the day. If I can make someone laugh or turn on their brain (like others have done for me), then I'll be a happy blogger!

Be warned however, I can be a bit of a moody two shoes...and my ramblings sometimes straddle the line of self pitty...but I can only be me. I do have a few strong literary (Jack Kerouac, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, Edgar Allen Poe) and artistic (Andy Warhol, Kurt Cobain, Vincent Van Gogh, Picaso) influences, and I will utilize quotes from time to time, but for the most part, what your going to get is a good helping of 'me'.

"and heeeeere's the pitch..."