The Harsh Reality

We don't live forever. Yesterday's post really got me thinking. Our clothes don't live forever either. There will come a day when my sweatshirt will be no more. This is a day accompanied by my obvious rue. Oh how I will rue that day! But I like to be prepared, so I've thought about what kinds of things I'd like to have on the eventual replacement for my beloved Mr. T Experience Sweatshirt.

Behold:

I might be wrong, but I think I'm taking "pants off impressed" to a whole new level.

I have this thing

It's a sweater.  Sweatshirt to be more specific.  It is by far my favorite garment I've ever owned.  I bought it while I was in college and felt like treating myself.  It came with the new album from one of my favorite bands at the time.  (unnecessary side note: I do still listen to that band, but I'm not as into them as I once was.  It's cruel what time does to your favorite things.)  In the 12 years I've had the privilege of wearing this wonderful hoodie sweatshirt, it has started many conversations with it's "Price is Right" style font and confusing words.  "The Mr. T Experience."  That's the name of the band.  If you're totally into emo punk rock, you might enjoy their work.  I recommend their 1997 Album, "Revenge is sweet, and so are you."

This sweatshirt is faded brown in some parts from a few too many days crumpled up in the back seat of my car with the sun beating down on it.  The string that runs though the hood has been lost for several years now, but aside from that, it's still in pretty good condition.  I live in Chicago now, where a sweatshirt is hardly enough to keep you warm in the winter, so it's often buried under several other layers of more appropriate clothing.  I will be absolutely heart broken when I can't wear it any more.  Fortunately for me, I have no fashion sense and a willingness to wear even the most tattered and torn garments.

Sorry if this was a little more melancholy than usual, but I've been reading The Hunger Games and they can be a little depressing on many different levels.  I hope to finish by the weekend.  

This one hasn't been spellchecked.

So yeah, the wife and I are blogging this whole month of November, or Noviembre as I like to call it. What you might not know is that I purge the contents of my soul onto these digital pages for about ten minutes then call it a night. Not so of my wife. She takes significantly more time than I do. For example, when I started this post, she had already been working on hers for the better part of an hour. I think she's doing research or something. I'm not sure. There's pictures involved, timelines to crosscheck, I think an overseas call was made at one point. She's thorough, she's meticulous, but best of all, she's my wife :)

She's still not done, but as you can see, I am. Will this finally be the year that I totally mail it in? I know, when haven't I mailed it in?

I'll bet you're thinking, "Aren't you doing this on an iPad? Don't you have some sort of drawing apps on there? How did we get this far into the month of November without a picture of some sort?"

You sure do have an inquisitive mind. I'll be answering these questions sometime later this month. For now, just know that the app I use to blog with crashes approximately 2 seconds after it opens. I can't attach pictures through the web interface because I live in the lockdown prison that is the Apple ecosystem. I like to think I asked for the bars to be installed though. I've been promised a fix for the crash bug in the blogpress app, so when the time is write, I will fill your eyes with horrors usually reserved for testing the criminally insane.

What I'm up to these days...

Archery.  Lots and lots of archery.  I can't tell you why without giving to much information away, but the ways of bows and arrows and I are engaged in a courtship of sorts.  I intend to become quite intimate before all is said and done.

Small side note, did you know that it is generally frowned upon to practice archery in public places?  The authorities are even less pleasant with you when you're learning and not very good yet.  And they don't play favorites, whether it's a recurve, reflex or longbow, all are considered unacceptable by the police.  It's a truly mixed message because they sell them at virtually every sporting goods store and there's no waiting period or warning when purchasing not to use said bow in a public park!

Anyway, that's what ye old shuck n jive author is up to right now.  It may not sound that exciting, but you should know that I consider it essential to my survival.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm typing this post on my desktop computer.  It occurs to me that I've become very dependent on my iPhone auto-correcting things for me and capitalizing the first letter of every sentence as well as those isolated "I's" I'm so inclined to use when describing myself.  There's really not much more to say about that, but I thought you'd like to know.

Lastly, I've started taking a writing class at Second City.  I have almost no doubt that over the next month, some of my writing assignments will butcher their way into this blog because I'm lazy and have no other good ideas.  Fair warning.

Walter Payton age

I've finished my 34th trip around the sun. A few interesting things happened this past year. Not much to talk about really. I've got to work tomorrow so I'll keep this short. Check out this years haul of sweet bounty from my loving family:

Oh yeah, they also got me this:

Now of course, it's time for another November of "will-he/won't-he" posting. Good luck to all, readers and writers alike!

The Cake Monster

I guess that settles that...

-- Post From My iPhone 4. And yes, it gets a little weezy after a run too.

Don't they know?

I don't do it for the money.



I do it for the snacks.

-- Post From My iPhone 4. And yes, it is risking arrest by posting this.

Land of the free

I feel like this sends a mixed message. Or maybe it doesn't. I don't know.




-- Post From My iPhone 4. And yes, it Is ambiguously patriotic too.

This just sounds wrong.

-- Post From My iPhone 4. And yes, it is properly lubed.