Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
I love dogs. I've almost always had a dog or two in my life. Nothing beats coming home after a really crappy day at work and having your dog freak out because she is so happy to see you.
They can be somewhat trying, though. This is a picture of Kaylee, our 2 y.o. lab immediately after she had a bath. We let her out, and she immediately ran to the marsh, chest-high into the muck. Her scond bath of the day consisted of very cold water from the hose.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The earliest movie I can remember that scared the absolute hell out of me was Phantasm. When the Tall Man raised his hand and growled, "Boy!", I was hooked!
So what is your favorite horror movie?
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Nice try. No, really, it was. You've always been a sly little bitch that quietly creeps in unnoticed, but the sneak attack of nearly overwhelming apathy was a new one. You slipped in, wrapped me up in gauze and stashed me into the corner of my own mind, lost in the Void. I could still feel emotion, but from a great distance. Passion, happiness, sadness; while not gone, nearly inaccessable. To the casual observer, everything seemed to be fine. I got up, I went to work, I cooked dinner, and I did it every day. But, it all meant nothing. I felt (nearly) nothing. I lost weeks.
But we've danced this dance, in one form or another, for a couple of decades now. You may be able to creep in, but I have learned to creep in, too. I rebuilt the connection from me to me, that which makes me. I've learned over the years that it isn't enough to survive. I enjoy living.
So cue the Gloria Gaynor music. I will survive.
In short, my old friend - Fuck. You.