“Delayed reaction from this weekend: No I haven’t lost weight. Stop asking every time you see me.”
My thoughts on this the following day:
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.
That was a deciding moment. It’s been 7 months and 28 pounds later and I’d love it if you asked. Ask away. Thanks
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.
Well, it’s been a year now since I’ve moved into the “blogosphere” and I’m amazed at how different things can seem after just one year.
A test in follow-thru, I’ve managed to keep up on this project just enough lately to post maybe 3 per month of various lengths. Not too bad considering I’ve left similar projects in the dust after only weeks. I haven’t managed to do many of the things I wanted to with this thing yet though. I have been slipping on a lot of things lately and on the list of projects to feel guilty about neglecting, I suppose this blog has been further down.
I always fall into thinking that I just don’t have the time to post anything, imagining that each post should be something grand and important, thought-provoking and profound. So I never get around to it at all. I do the same thing with those “catching up” phone conversations with people I haven’t seen in a long time. Knowing it may take a good while to get up to speed before any headway in the conversation is made (not to mention the slow motion awkward mode that usually accompanies), I put it off and put it off until I can devote this huge mythical chunk of spare time… and it never happens.
So I should probably pick up the phone (or get on this bitch) and at least say a little something before I think myself out of something potentially enlightening… or just fun.
-ps. For those of you who actually download my seasonal mixtapes, Fallmix 08 is nearly complete…
It came out today and I almost didn’t know what to do with myself.
I’ve managed to put a few posts up here in the past couple of months but none have really been anything but reposts of interesting news or blurbs about some thing, some excited rants about what cool little widget I’ve decided to latch onto and make into my escape for a moment. I’ve slowed down on the genealogy research, haven’t written anything for real here in quite some time, and keep putting off songwriting, art making, and other goals I’ve set. I just seem to sleepwalk between work and home. From monitor to monitor, terminal to terminal, to movie, to video game, to email, to myspace… The phosphors flicker and I stare. (more…)
I got this bulletin Friday night from my friend Les and I laughed for about 10 minutes, so I decided to share it, drunken old skool pic and all!
i go to work….i make things out of metal welding all fuckin day long till my goddamned eyes bleed….i come home and pick up my guitar and work on metal passages that will make you fall down bleeding…….my eyes are so burnt out that i cant see in sunlight…..so i need shelter from the sun like a fuckin vampire……….im so metal….its retarded how metal i am………….I AM METAL.
It’s been a year now. As of January 1st, I haven’t drank a beer or done any elicit drugs for a whole year. It’s not like I was doing any mind altering drugs on a regular basis in the year or two that lead up to that day really, the booze was the real problem.
I decided that I needed to quit, and that I would. The story isn’t a sad, cautionary tale of woe. No “hitting rock bottom”, no “pink elephants” or bugs under my skin, no car crashes. No meetings, no clinics, no prayers to any gods. Just some self-actualizing and serious introspection. I know, pretty boring huh?
I wrote this on my myspace blog on April 8th this past year, I think it sums things up pretty well: (more…)
I’ve always liked celebrating my birthday. Some people find it too ego-centric once the milestone birthday years pass, but I don’t care. Everyone has the big holidays, this day is MINE. Ok, I suppose it is a little ego driven but you know, I don’t give a shit. I think I’m worth it. So suck it.
But yeah.. 34. Not a remarkable number, but it definately means something to me this year. Now that I think about it, I’m sure I would have found some reason to make it significant even if things hadn’t changed so dramatically for me this year. I would have drank my face off as per usual until the wee hours and felt like ass until about, well, now (the night after). So that’s different. And I actually worked on my birthday like a (pseudo)responsible adult. Granted I didn’t do a whole lot while I was there.. but I went, and you know, I didn’t really mind being there so much. That’s definitely different.
Some friends and I went out and did the whole Tapanyaki table thing for dinner and hung out for a few before heading home early because we were all tired and had to work early. And it was a good time. Thanks to Abe and Jarod for making it happen and thanks to all who came!
30 year-old Shawn would laugh at me, but I don’t really listen to him anymore.
I am in the process of buying a scooter from my friends Earl and Amy. It is a 2006 Honda Ruckus. A screaming 49 cc’s will get this little bitch going over 40 if I so choose. It gets 100 mpg or more! I’ve always wanted one and now I’m in a position where I can afford one (not to mention they are letting me pay them in installments), so I’m taking full advantage. Check out the pic, pretty snazzy eh? I’ve always been a little put off by how rounded and feminine scooters usually look, this is a great looking bike that breaks that mold! It will definitely save me some gas $$ and besides, the ladies can’t resist a fat dude on a scooter..
So, shortly after arriving home this past weekend for Thanksgiving, I was blindsided with the news that my friend Pat Moscone had passed away. I am very sad to know that I won’t be sitting at the bar telling jokes with Pat again. He was one of the funniest guys I’ve ever met.
Everyone knew Pat. I knew him best during my mid-twenties when me and the band of hometown knuckleheads I still keep company with every now and again, practically lived at the Burnt Land Rips. He was a regular there and always drank with us and carried on after hours with us. He became a regular in our crew for a while, crashing on our couches, hanging out.
Whenever I would mention Pat, someone would invariably groan something about being “useless” or “what a bum”. I always laughed, just like he did at them. You see, these kind of comments always came straight from the mouth of a disgruntled, grizzled old yocal, someone so unhappy with his lot working at the mill that they feel they have to heckle anyone who doesn’t live the way they do. Maybe because his freedom seemed like uncertainty, which scares people. Or maybe they were jealous of his free spirit, feeling better about bashing him for being able to live the way he truly wanted because they couldn’t. (more…)
Abe Grivois (aka VIK44) and I are working on a music project and decided to call it Killdear. The name is a play on the name of a bird, the Killdeer. The Killdeer does this wounded bird act to lead predators from its eggs which I thought was pretty remarkable. What relevance does that have to the music we’re making you may ask? Absolutely nothing. I just thought it would be a cool name if we changed it up a little.
It’s a pretty somber affair so far. Deep and bassy, dark and moody, the beats follow a fairly grave pace and hover between 100 and 120 bpm and the vibe is thoughtful. Abe is writing a majority of the music, and I’m on lyrics and vocals. Some of our influences we’re channeling include Depeche Mode, Massive Attack, Russell Mills, Nine Inch Nails, The Cure, Machines of Loving Grace, Meat Beat Manifesto, among others.
We have been meeting as often as we can, working mostly on arrangement and structure right now. Abe and I have written music together before so the process is pretty smooth, especially now that we’re free of band/instrumental restrictions. I think there’s more of a sense of knowing what we’re trying to accomplish this time too, which makes things much easier. We’re both very excited about what we’ve got so far.
I will post more about the project as it comes closer to completion.
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!
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a whole year. It’s not like I was doing any mind altering drugs on a regular basis in the year or two that lead up to that day really, the booze was the real problem.
I’ve always liked celebrating my birthday. Some people find it too ego-centric once the milestone birthday years pass, but I don’t care. Everyone has the big holidays, this day is MINE. Ok, I suppose it is a little ego driven but you know, I don’t give a shit. I think I’m worth it. So suck it. 
Abe Grivois (aka VIK44) and I are working on a music project and decided to call it Killdear. The name is a play on the name of a bird, the Killdeer. The Killdeer does this wounded bird act to lead predators from its eggs which I thought was pretty remarkable. What relevance does that have to the music we’re making you may ask? Absolutely nothing. I just thought it would be a cool name if we changed it up a little.
It’s a pretty somber affair so far. Deep and bassy, dark and moody, the beats follow a fairly grave pace and hover between 100 and 120 bpm and the vibe is thoughtful. Abe is writing a majority of the music, and I’m on lyrics and vocals. Some of our influences we’re channeling include Depeche Mode, Massive Attack, Russell Mills, Nine Inch Nails, The Cure, Machines of Loving Grace, Meat Beat Manifesto, among others.
