Enjoy my neat little wordle word cloud (a.k.a. sad excuse for new content) using text from twitter, facebook, and other various social media profiles I’ve erected over the past few years, though most of them in recent months. I will return shortly to explain why the alluring convenience of shortness is further straining my attention span and sidetracking my mind and time from posting here.
Here I come, out of the clear blue, or aptly, gray lately.
I know I promised at the end of my previous post that I would be back to bore everyone that remembers this blog exists with what things are rocking my boat currently. I swore to return to my blogging duties I’ve been shirking. It’s been a month now but here I am.
It took divine intervention to get me to shave this morning
I have no excuses. I stated when I started this blog that I wanted to see how long it would hold my fleeting interest and see if I could stick with it if I liked it. I like it. It’s been rewarding to vent, to get some ideas out, flex my writing muscle a wee bit. Hell, I’ve even gotten some positive feedback from friends both new and old that they have enjoyed reading along. Yet somehow I don’t DO it. Instead, I filter writing time to the bottom of my agenda each day until weeks go by and I rarely log in, dodging some self-induced guilt for not keeping up on an experiment that surely proves what maybe I knew all along – that Shawn can’t follow through on anything on his own.
I’m coaxed, poked, prodded, bribed, coerced into completing tasks. I’m lured forward, eyes up, perpetually chasing that carrot. This project is for ME though. There’s no monetary motivation, no grade, no commission. No pressure. Is it time? I’ll schedule it! So, I set todo’s on my phone to post and ignore them. Ah, perhaps convenience? Maybe if I download the Wordpress app on my iPhone I’ll post more – it’ll be right in my pocket! It now lies on my 3rd page of apps where i put my least used, with the icons I can’t erase. What is it then? (more…)
I was tagged on the FB (yes, I have a Facebook account now, so you all can stop bitching ok?!) with another incarnation of the seven random things meme, namely 25 Things. Twenty five was a bit much people. I think seven was the perfect amount, it gave you license to add some content to each one and be a little more creative. So, that in mind, few here are more than a sentence long.
I am addicted to my iPhone.
I have had a gym membership for the past year and a half but never stepped foot in the place since I signed up.
I talk during the movie, MST3K/Rifftrax style. If something happens that needs to be aped I can’t seem to hold back. I’m sorry.
I don’t feel like a grown up.
I suck at video games. I love to play, love to watch people who kick ass at them, I just lack skills and it pisses me off so bad I break controllers and wake up neighbors.
I still play D&D every week on Sunday night. I have been playing off and on for about 15 years. I look forward to it all week.
I have a rare auto-immune disease called Sarcoidosis. Not much is known about why it happens and there is no known cure. It doesn’t affect me much in my day-to-day life and currently don’t need to treat it thankfully. If you’re interested you can read more @ www.stopsarcoidosis.org
I am easily distracted and have a tendency to tackle things and immerse myself in them intensely for a time only to move on to other things once my interest wanes. I am constantly beating myself up for my lack of follow-through.
I am opinionated and have always been honest to a fault about how I feel on most any topic. Over the past couple years or so, I have made it a point to bite my tongue and be discreet. I will still speak my mind, but only if you ask.
I am a grammar and spelling nazi. It even bothers me if my text messages are misspelled. I try not to judge people on their spelling/penmanship/grammar, but it’s hard for me.
I love to trout fish and hunt partridge, though I rarely get the chance but once or twice a year.
Numbers don’t stick in my mind. For example, give me your number without writing it down or entering it in my cell and I will forget it. When I enter it into my phone, check to make sure I didn’t confuse the order of the digits, even if you tell me twice and I repeat it to you. I just can’t remember them nor can I do much with them when they’re right in front of me, see #25.
I quit drinking on January 1st 2007. It’s been 2 years and life has been a lot better since.
I have a keen memory for jokes and funny stories. I love a good joke, funny email, video, commercial, whatever. Tell me half of a joke and nine times out of ten I can tell you the punchline.
I am still super close with a tight group of best friends from grade school/high school. I’m told this is rare. They rock.
I have a Bachelor of Fine Arts but haven’t done any artwork in almost 8 years. I am scared that I’ll never find my creative center again if I don’t start working soon.
I haven’t dated anyone seriously in over 3 years.
I love new music. I have a new favorite song/artist/dj every other day. I would rather a dj or band play something I haven’t heard yet than sing along to the same old tunes.
I can whistle so loud it makes my ears ring.
I love tattoos. I plan on getting a full sleeve done within the next 2 years.
I don’t tolerate caffeine well. I get some pretty severe anxiety from it. I can drink a can of Pepsi in a day and that’s pushing it.
I love the television show Scrubs. I have seen every episode of every season so many times that I know every joke, yet I continue to watch them.
I am scared of Junebugs. I don’t know why. I know they are just beetles and they don’t even bite, but if one lands on me I will scream like a schoolgirl. Shut up.
I don’t care about sports. Pats, Sox, Bruins, whatEVER. I just don’t.
I’m bad at math. I’m a humanities guy, my skills with numbers lie in the basic add/subtract/mult/div, averages and sales percentages area and that’s about it.
I’ve been updating very seldom lately so this was a nice entry for my overclocked noodle to wind back down into outputting complete thoughts in lieu of indecipherable whispers, distracted utterances and random screams. I’ve been a wee bit stressed. Fear not though my loyal reader, I have a lot to write about though, and will make some time this month to bore you with all of it.
So I’ve been buried up to my eyebrows with links and sites (physical and the web kind..) , books, forums, etc looking for genealogy for the past year off and on. I’ve been gathering names and dates, places, events concerning both sides of my family and it’s brought me to all kindsa new places. However, I somehow seemed to miss a particular site called Geni.
Geni is a social neworking site ala Myspace/Facebook for tracing the family tree and keeping in touch, planning events, etc. What a fantastic idea. I was looking at the Ancestry.com version a month or 2 ago (My Family I think it’s called) and wondered what the interest level would be since I had sent out a communication to some of my aunts and uncles asking for help and info and got no replies. Let’s just say I was more than surprised on Xmas eve when my Mother told me she invited me to the site. I explored in amazement. How could I have missed this?
The tree was started by my uncle Phil Stratton (thanks again Phil!) and people started logging on, me included. I joined the tree and immediately looked for and found details on how to add a GEDCOM file, since I’ve put together a decent sized tree using Family Tree Maker on my desktop. Since there wasn’t much up yet by Phil and David, the merge was relatively painless. Ok, there was some hairpulling and frothing at the mouth at the beginning I admit.. Now all my work is up on a platform that includes everyone in a very interactive and fun way. I’m excited to see the network grow and flourish.
It feels new, lots of buzzing in the forum about new ways to improve, bug fixes, work arounds.. Lots to come I’m sure. This is an exciting development More later ~S
Well kiddies, the message seems to be "When in doubt, eat tranquilizers"
Well, Xmas was a success. Small fun gifts all around, just enough to have a laugh and not get real wrapped up (no pun intended) in compeditive shopping or one-up gifting. Spent some time in East milly with the fam. Mom’s baked ham rocks as always. Nice.
Realized last night that I’d felt a little out of sorts all day because I hadn’t taken my Ativan both nights when I was home this weekend! A quick flash of panic preceeded the swift realization that I felt fine, in fact, I may only be loopy from the long drive home I thought.
So I skipped it last night as well. Once I finally got to sleep, I was amidst some of the strangest repeating dreams I can remember in a while. Tossing and turning all night, then salivating profusely all morning for no apparent reason to the point of near vomiting, I took a hint and munched one (I only take a measely .5 mg now). I felt better, but also way tired, pretty much immediately. Scarily so.
Not this time, but at least I know what layer of hell I’ll be weathering when the day finally comes for me to kick lorazepam outta my life for good. Now it’s time for a nappy nap and hopefully sound sleep. Weird dreams are still ok though, bring em on.
So, it’s been as cold as the proverbial witch’s tit for the past few days and today it’s actually warm enough to make me want to go outside but rainy enough to keep me from it. Maine. *sigh* Winter with its dark hours and gray days has been influencing my listening habits already.
For those who care, the Wintermix09 seasonal comp will be complete by New Years so check in and download if you like. I just wanted to show some love here for some stuff that may not show up on the comp that has been keeping my neurons all warm and tingly through the early winter bluster.
Click above to go to the official site
Thank you Sasha. You never dissappoint. I am so in love with this mix right now. Deep, melodic, varying beat formats, moody and just plain sexy sexy, I am giddy with this new addition to the catalog.
Click to learn more about Popgirl 23
Portland’s little secret, Jen “Popgirl 23″ Barnes is the wellspring from which the ripest tunes in our humble port town flows. She is one of the area’s most well-known and respected house dj’s. She should be, she’s only been at it for 12+ years now. This past year or 2 has seen Jen laying relatively low, but she has continued to put together spotless mixes that range from thoughtful and introspective to out & out stompers. She was awarded Best House Dj at this year’s 2008 We Push Buttons Awards. If you don’t already know what’s up, click above and get with it.
Come out and see for yourself on December 27th @ White Heart!
As I lay here at almost noon in bed in my boxers I ponder further my sadness of the loss of my sacred childhood ritual – Saturday Morning Cartoons.
My childhood years not being my favorite stage of my life, few shining moments shine thru the muck of that mire in my memory. Saturday morning is not only a bright spot but a continuous, reoccurring one that provided some needed escape on a regular basis.
It was with a near Xmas morning anticipation that I would wake as early as possible every Saturday and watch even the oldest cartoons I didn’t care for so much at first. Scramble to to cupboard for a big bowl of cereal (maybe a new prize dig?!), and take up my spot a few feet from the tube on the floor to see my favorite shows larger than life!
Scooby, Speed Buggy, Bugs, Daffy, Droopy, Rocky & Bullwinkle, Stooges, Starblazers, Space Ghost, the Hurculoids, Little Rascals, Speed Racer, Voltron, Tom & Jerry, Dungeons & Dragons, GI Joe, Transformers… On and on
Hey, where'd he go?!?
I still enjoy these shows when I can catch them. I watched them to, I daresay, an abnormally older age. When execs got together to discuss the inception of CN’s Adult Swim my pic might as well have been emblazoned on the cover of the marketing proposal with a big red target on my forehead.
I later found other things to escape into, for better or worse… But I still still watch cartoons with the same fascination I had as a child, though I still miss that special time.
“Delayed reaction from this weekend: No I haven’t lost weight. Stop asking every time you see me.”
Not much else needs to be said here I guess, hence the simple beauty of twitter. I wonder at what point this trend goes from annoying to just plain insulting. It’s starting to tip the scales.
Even a simple, albeit vapid, “lookin good!” [*wink* and/or * thumbs up*] would be better. Pointing out sore spots isn’t complimentary. Save your sentiments for when you can actually, genuinely see a difference, then I’ll appreciate it.
Well, he did it. Trent topped my lofty expectations once again. And that’s saying a lot since I’ve been waiting for this tour since Year Zero came out 2 years ago. With Teeth was not my favorite album he’s done and the 2 shows I caught during that tour (one at the beginning, one at the end) were good but didn’t compare to the Fragility tour in my eyes.
Maybe because it was the first time I was able to make it out to a Nails show, it just seemed so… perfect. The Fragile was/is my favorite album and the live performance floored me. The light show was intense and well executed and reflected the mood of the new material while pacing the rest of the night through the obligatory back catalog. The focal point was the three tall rectangular jumbo LCD panels that showed video segments, strobed, moved up and down and panned vertical to horizontal during various parts of the show. The Great Below always gives me the chills now. I don’t know how many times I watched the DVD when it came out to try and relive a little of that night.
Ghosts desert scene
Lights in the Sky was incredible. I had to stop and do a double-take every so often when the scenes changed on the LCD screen/curtains, especially during the Ghosts segments that essentially brought the accompanying images from each tune to life in several layers, placing the band within them. It was remarkable. I found myself distracted at times trying to figure out how in the hell they were actually doing it! Echoplex featured a drum machine tracker as the back drop, Freese walking out to lock in the beat like Vanna flipping letters. I giggled like a schoolgirl.
Abe, Ryan and I talked ad nauseum on the ride there about doing something combining some sort of art installation with live music Ryan had envisioned. We bickered and brainstormed about what that would look like, how we could accomplish it, whatever it was. On the ride back we were utterly silent about the topic. Having seen what I can only explain as the best possible outcome of that basic idea, we just shrugged and scratched our heads. “Yup, we’re all set I guess.” “There’s no approaching that.”
Yep. Spent the weekend up home at the hunting camp for the annual Partidge hunting trip. It was just as I hoped and expected, as it always is, a refreshing disconnect. And a reconnect with nature and family and my best friend Clay who works to much and lives too damn far away!
Hunting camp is clean and beautiful as ever. Besides a little trouble with the propane heater on the first night, all ran smoothly. It was a pretty chilly weekend, well, four days rather. I was home from Wednesday night until Sunday afternoon. All were nice and sunny except Thursday, which, compared to the forecasts was pretty nice, just drizzling and gray. Leaves were just past peak and falling in a steady yellow rain.
Sunday morning, out the front door
Flooding was pretty severe this past spring and the East Branch being one of the largest drainages in the Northeast, it washed out a lot of vital areas that limited our access to favorite hunting grounds. Whetstone bridge was washed out so badly on either side that on Saturday, Clay and I had to take the Interstate out to Sherman and enter the Sherman Lumber Company Rd from the mill. The extent of the cutting up there was dissappointing to see once we got there too. Around camp has grown in nicely now, I hope it stays that way for a while.
Leaves were still falling but most of the brush and undergrowth was still very alive so it made picking birds out difficult. Flushed a lot, they spooked pretty easy. No flocks either, all singles. Saw probably 15 or so in 3 days, in varying times of the day. Actually had our best luck in mid afternoon on the two nice days! I personally only got 3 the whole trip which is kinda dissappointing but it’s not all about that anyway.
Disturbing lack of squirrels this year, maybe saw 5 all weekend! Saw a Fisher for the first time which was cool. Maybe the two correllate! Saw a few deer, a spruce partridge, and
Ryan at Camp
my brother saw a bear. My uncles talked about the 8 bald eagles and a turkey vulture they’ve seen in Medway near where someone had cleaned their moose or something (?), that’d be cool to see!
My newfound allergies were in full swing after the first night and ramped up a little as we switched to the wood stove from the ill-functioning propane heater. I toughed it out and didn’t let it ruin my mood though at times I felt pretty exhausted from lack of deep sleep. My diet, having been recently changed to the betterment of my finicky lower GI tract, was turned on its ear with generous portions of pasta and bacon & egg breakfasts every morning. The outhouse on a cold October night is an eye opener I’m here to tell ya!
Clay at Camp
I look forward to it every year and this year did not dissappoint. I would like to thank
Remington Nitro Mags (Blister ‘ems)
My Combivent Inhaler
Beef Jerky
Bicycle Playing Cards
Smartwool Socks!
Lowered Gas Prices
Sirius Satillite Radio (Lithium, Howard, Raw Dog, Backspin)
and my brother’s expert cooking skills for making this trip a success.
My name is Shawn and I live in Westbrook, Maine. I'm an artist, music snob, heckler, ENFP, omnivore, GenXer, Blogger, reluctant adult, Twitter & Blip.fm addict, & all around sarcastic shithead. I enjoy food, music, humor, and all things bizarre/nerdy. Welcome!