Photoz

Hey "everybody", here are some photos I just took today for some fun. The first is of my new cat, Sophie, taking a nap and wisely shielding her young eyes from harmful UV rays. The second is a grill I just put together so we can do some damn grilling these next few months. The final picture is one I like to call "The Poor Bartender" and shows the current state of our bar. We like margaritas, so that is ok with us.

Better than sunglasses.

With my own bare hands.

"The Poor Bartender"

Also, did you know that I got a temp job. And my fianceé got a real permanent job. Did you know that. Now you do. I need a real job so then we can bathe in money, an action known in some circles as "true happiness." I have never been "truly happy", so I look forward to this. Carry on.

Okay.

Waste of Time and Space

July is not the month of my glorious blog rebirth. Nor is it, evidently, the month in which I get a job.
Suck.
Dinner time y'all. Dinner time.

Ponies, etc.

Maybe I should write more in this blog.
Two posts in one day perhaps.
Will it ever happen?
Blog? Blogging? To have blogged?

Here is a picture of a pony: Yay!

Thought of the day: Someday, that cool pony will have already died. Will that day have already been yesterday by the time you read this?

Science will never know the answer to these pressing questions.

But I do.

That pony isn't dead probably. Yet.

Hi.

It is July.

I am about to go to a job interview.

Then I will do nothing in the afternoon.

- a poem by a man that mirrors my situation exactly

Obligatory June Post

Here is a post in the month of June. Now living in Philadelphia, seeing what it's like to be unemployed for a little while. Who needs income anyway right?

In band news, we have a few shows lined up in August/September for the Philly Fringe Festival. We are staging a mock political rally/rock and roll extravaganza that's sure to potentially get folks all stirred up and excited. Maybe. We're in the writing stages now, and things are starting to take shape. Foundations for 4 of 7 songs, and a good little story arc to follow. More updates when more happens, but it should be fun. And you, internet, should come see it.

Dear Internet,

In two days I am moving across the country to Philadelphia, PA.

Your friend,

Nick

PS 1-10 scale - how much has this blog sucked these past few months? Two answers - 10 - it sucked not being able to read your half-formed witticisms and ideas! -or- 1 - it didn't suck at all because the internet is better off without you and your stupid blog - i bet you haven't even followed through on writing that story you were talking about.

too true

An Excerpt and a Note

Here, to prove that I have been writing a very little bit, are an Excerpt from the story and a Note I wrote myself to include somewhere in the story:

Excerpt:

"leaving my neighbors to reach their shuddering climaxes without an audience"

Note:

"read the Grapes of Wrath instead of this story"

Also, now it's time for a plot twist from an unrelated story that hasn't been told, or even conceived of, at the present moment:

"Turns out the step-father had it in the closet, and had been lying about accidentally killing the dog to his step-son, whom he never really loved."

And with that, I leave you.