Saturday, August 28, 2010
posted by dave at 10:02 PM in category ramblings

I've been saying the same thing now for a long time.

The first time I remember saying it was last November or December, in a text message to HatGirl.

Though I probably felt it a million times before then. And definitely a million times since.

I want this to be over. More than I've ever wanted anything else.

Yes, even more than that.

That was a beautiful dream. That was my reason for living. But that has turned into a terrible nightmare. But that has soured me on way too many things. That has made me doubt way too many things, question way too many things. Scary questions, that lead to even scarier answers.

I want to wake up. I want to I want to I want to I want to wake up from this nightmare.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010
posted by dave at 10:27 PM in category ramblings

I repeat myself a lot. With my words. With my thoughts. With this journal.

I usually realize that I'm repeating myself when I'm about half through repeating myself. And, I figure, as long as I'm that far along, I may as well push on through and get it over with.


I want something. Maybe even need something.

There's this nagging emptiness following me around everywhere I go. I can't seem to escape it, except sometimes when I sleep and my dreams take me somewhere else. Some place where none of this matters. And where the emptiness can't find me.

I don't know what I want. I don't know if I want it or need it. Most disturbingly, I don't even know what it is.

That up there - that's a fine example of me repeating myself. For more examples, see almost every entry I've done for the past year and a half.


That's what I miss, maybe most of all or at least in the top five things I miss. That sense of knowing exactly what I needed and knowing that I absolutely needed it. My life may have been replete with confusion and doubt but, by fuck, there was always that one thing that I knew beyond any shadow of any inkling of any doubt.


Not so much.

To repeat myself again, I miss me. It's been a long time since I've seen myself, talked to myself, commiserated with myself.

It's been so long, in fact, that I'm not even sure that I'd recognize myself.

I wrote back in February 2005:

I'm more than a little ashamed of what happened to me, and more than a little sorry for feelings I've hurt and concern I've caused, but more than that, I'm amazed at how quickly the person I was evaporated. I'd have never believed that anything could affect me so strongly. Could essentially erase everything I was and turn me into this amorphous thing I see when I look into the mirror.
I'm still looking in that mirror. Looking for some clue as to who I might be.

And I'm still repeating myself.

Monday, August 23, 2010
posted by dave at 6:23 AM in category general

I've got to do something about this schedule I've been keeping. It's just not working. By the time the weekend comes around, I don't want to do anything but sleep for 48 hours. And that's even going to bed early, sometimes as early as 8:00 PM, on weeknights.

It's not like I'm really missing anything by going to bed so early, but it could happen, maybe. That thought nags at me when I go to bed and turn off the sounds on my phone.

There are things I like about getting up at 5:00 AM. First, I like that I don't feel rushed at all. I could probably sleep until 7:30 most mornings, but then I'd have to rush getting showered and shaved and dressed and out the door. I'd have to hope that there were no traffic problems, and then I'd have to go straight in to work as soon as I arrived.

Taking my time is much better. I leave my house by 7:00. Only very rarely is traffic bad enough to make me worry about being late. I get to work between 7:30 and 8:00, and I sit in the parking lot for a while. It's my favorite part of the day, that time before I go into the building.

But, I've been thinking, if I want to leave my house by 7:00, I could sleep until 6:30 and still manage that feat. Getting up at 5:00 gives me time to relax before I have to start getting ready for work, but lately I've been thinking that those extra 90 minutes would serve me better if they were tacked on to the end of the day instead of first thing in the morning.

I'll keep you all posted. Try not to fall off the edge of your seats.

Sunday, August 22, 2010
posted by dave at 10:41 PM in category ramblings

I'm trying to be reasonable now. It's tough going, because it's totally unfamiliar territory for me. But I am trying.

It's just so hard, so incredibly hard to separate the reasonable emotions from the unreasonable kind. To throw the latter away and deal with the former in a semi-mature manner.

Earlier tonight - about four hours ago - would have been a much better time for me to write this entry. Earlier tonight, I was much closer to the place I want to be. A shitty place, but a place I know I can endure because I've endured for so long already.

Now, four hours later, not so much.

The thing is, I haven't been exaggerating about any of this. In fact, I've toned things down a lot. Because the truth unbelieved is often worse than a lie. Because the truth stands all alone. Because the truth hurts.

And, now, it's happening all over again. And so, now, I wipe the spit from my face and I wait, all over again.

Wait for what?

I don't know. I used to know, I really did.

Now, six months later, not so much.

I do know it's more than just inertia that makes me wait again. And I know it's more than just stubbornness. And it's still a fuck of a lot more than a crush, no matter how ready people still seem to be to label it as such.


I don't think so. Hope needs a target, and there isn't one that I can detect.

The comparison has been made a million times. The challenge. But the simple facts are that A does not equal B, and B does not equal A.

Not even close.

I wish I knew the magic words, to make my dreams come true.

Also, I wish I still had dreams.

Saturday, August 21, 2010
posted by dave at 9:10 AM in category daily

For like the last two weeks, I've kept my bedroom door closed. This is because when Buddy sees a pile of laundry he pees on it.

So my laundry piles have remained pee-free.

Then this morning I took a load out of the dryer, put it in the laundry basket, and took it to my room. I set the laundry basket on my bed to take the clothes out.

Buddy had peed on the floor of my laundry room, and it had gotten all over the bottom of the laundry basket, so I'd unwittingly transferred that pee to my bedspread.

So now today I have to go buy a new bedspread. One that's neither gay nor soaked in cat pee.


Wednesday, August 18, 2010
posted by dave at 7:46 PM in category general

I forgot that I'm supposed to write something every day.

Today, I thought I'd ask the world two questions that have been bugging me.

Why is it that big fat hogs have to slowly walk down the middle of the hallway and block me from walking at a normal pace? Why can't they walk more off to the side?

Tuesday, August 17, 2010
posted by dave at 10:51 PM in category ramblings

Well, this should be interesting. And brief. Or maybe just brief.

My brain is infused with hardening cement right now, so my fingers will have to come up with a blog entry all on their own.


I had this thought last night. Just a random thought like millions of others that have popped into my head over the years. Preventing sleep. Unleashing dozens or hundreds of linked thoughts to tumble and crash.

What if I had a choice?

That was the thought. Six simple words, but six words strung together in a sequence that they'd somehow managed to elude for a very very very long time.

Just a simple question, really. But not to me. And, and the answers...

I can't stop thinking about the question I asked or answers that I almost immediately, reflexively, instinctively, gave last night, as I toed the line between awake and asleep.

Someone else, I answered.

Anyone else, I continued.

And, even more surprising and unexpected than the answers, was the fact that the question could exist in the first place.

Everything has changed now, mostly because I asked, but also because I answered the way that I did.

This won't last. Only one thing ever lasts.

Monday, August 16, 2010
posted by dave at 9:11 PM in category ramblings

Wow. I wrote this in April of 2007. I don't remember why, but I was in a crappy mood. Oh, wait. I think I remember why now.

Somebody once said that if you don't have anything nice to say, then you shouldn't say anything. Or some crap like that.

I'd bet that if bloggers took that advice to heart, then there'd be no bloggers.

Anyway, today I'm pissed. At pretty much the entire world.

I think I just get tired of hearing the same bullshit over and over, only to see it contradicted just as fiercely via actions and inactions.

Those two things speak louder than words. Actually, words don't speak at all. They mean nothing. They are hollow.

This is why I've given up. Because I've stopped listening to you people out there. Telling me how great I am, then turning your noses up at me when I show some emotion you don't agree with or understand. Offering comfort, but only so you'll feel less uneasy around me. Spouting advice, when you haven't a fucking clue as to what's happened to me.

It's all so fucking convenient, to seek my friendship when you need it. I'm always there. Where else would I go? But let me fucking need you, and you scatter like cockroaches in the middle of the night when the light is suddenly turned on. Because I don't fit into your mold. Because suddenly I'm the needy one. You reject the reality of the situation. You reject the truth. You reject me.

Today, I'm pissed. At pretty much the entire world.

Tonight, I'm not in as crappy a mood. I'm just tired.

posted by dave at 8:41 PM in category daily, ramblings, travel

A million years or so ago, I used to have my very own muse. Heck, she even kept being my muse for a couple of years after she stopped being my girlfriend. She'd call me or, more often, visit my site, around 11:00 PM each night. She'd see if I'd written anything new that day. And, if I hadn't, well she'd make damn sure that I didn't go to bed until I had written something.


I miss her. I miss her for lots of reasons. Not just because she was my muse. I guess she's doing okay. I haven't talked to her in at least 9 months. Weird how things change.

Today has been a very long day. I think I started yawning around 11:00 AM, and I haven't really stopped since. And I don't mean that I've yawned several times - I mean that I've let out one long yawn, for almost 10 hours now. I know that I'm tired. I only slept for 4 hours last night. But it might be something else. Something more. I kinda feel like my Fall seasonal allergies might be starting up. If so, then they're about a month early.

Last Fall, my allergies were so bad that my nose started bleeding from all the wiping and nose-blowing I did. There was a steady stream of snot and blood flowing from my face. Yes, it was gross, thanks for asking.

Meanwhile, I continue to wait for that killing blow. It hasn't come. Quite the opposite, in fact. I'm ashamed to say that I'm more than a little bit fooled by what's been going on.

Stupid hope...

I'm so tired right now. I need to go to bed.

Tomorrow I've got a thingy to attend. There might be some people from my old job there. That would be cool. Most of those people, I'd love to see again. A couple of them could drop dead on the way to the thingy and I wouldn't bat an eye. I guess I'll see what I'll see. I probably won't be bored, that's for sure.

In less than two weeks I'll be in Las Vegas again. It'll be different, this time. I don't really think there's a reason to go. Not anymore. Problem is, there's never really been a reason to stay in Indiana, either.

I guess that's it. Maybe I'll have a beer and then glare at my phone for a while before I go to bed.

Sunday, August 15, 2010
posted by dave at 11:17 PM in category general

Here's the most boring guy in the world, talking about the end of the world.

Saturday, August 14, 2010
posted by dave at 9:02 PM in category pictures, quickies
Well that sucks.
Choosing between stupid thing number one, and stupid thing number two. This time I'm going with the latter.
I put on clothes and came to my garage for this?!?
Hoping this storm continues its beeline.
Not even trying to sleep.
I'm driving my truck today. It doesn't have air conditioning. I must have a death wish.
I had a good time this evening, and I wish it could have lasted longer.
How do we make this better? Is it even possible? Do you even care?
It really fucking bugs me, if I let myself think about it. I'm trying to not let myself think about it too often.
This Rachel chick is a fucking psycho!
We should go to Splashing' Safari.
If these clouds go away, the next two mornings I'll be up on my roof!
So there
I got to see HatGirl, and meet her dad.
Right now, I'm in a perfect mood. This won't last.
Did you ever notice that there are an awful lot of shitheads?
Never again. At least, not until next time.
I dreamed all night that it was Thursday and the week was almost over. Imagine my disappointment upon waking.
Guess where I am?!?
Still ugh
First I had to work all day, then I came home to sleep, but then I had to go back to work, but then I didn't have to go back to work, so now I'm back home to sleep, and I'm scared to death that my phone will ring.
It took me a week to finally get caught up on sleep, then I had to go and only get four hours last night.
I've been thinking about it, and I think that I would. Yeah, sure, why not?
Sometimes, the sweetness is a tangible thing. I want to pick it up and keep it in my pocket for the bad times.
Ommegang Tripel Perfection
(bottle) Cloudy yellow, with a nice white head. Aroma of apple and orange peels. Mouthfeel a little gritty. Flavor of a nice tripel but with some citusy undertones that I could do without. Pretty good, though.
It's Vertical Epic day!
Well, it took a week, but I feel like I'm finally recovered from last Sunday night.
I'm not that bad of a guy, I'm really not. Just because I seem to have shitty tastes in women, that shouldn't disqualify me from consideration.
Great Divide Chocolate Oak Aged Yeti Imperial Stout
(bottle) Black with a thin brown head. Nice malty chocolate aroma. Medium mouthfeel. Flavor very malty, with chocolate and a hint of oak. Doesn't taste as strong as it is. Very yummy.
Biting my tongue now. Words are useless anyway.
It was cool to see OtherDave after six months, but he had to leave. Now I'm back to my regularly scheduled glaring at my phone.
Most of the Rich O's crew is here. They're already loud.
I'm all laundryed out. Now I'm at Jack's waiting for OtherDave.
I can get video without sound, or sound without video. This fucking footage just doesn't want to play nice. Wait, why am I doing this again?
Why do I have enough clothes for 87 people, even though I live alone?
Today is Laundry Day. I have declared it. So there.
Or maybe they could have gift certificates. I know who I'd get one for.
It's a brilliant concept. I'd sign up in a heartbeat.
Chinese buffet. By myself. Pity me.
People often wonder why I do the things that I do. Well, this is why.
I keep getting reminded of my place, and it's always nowhere.
HatGirl texted me. Today is the anniversary, as near as we can figure, to the day we met. Five years ago today!
I guess the dampening field doesn't cover this side of the building.
I'm so glad I'm not sitting with those people. They won't shut up.
My secret shame
I cannot snap my fingers. The best I can do is make kind of a scraping sound.
This is going to be a long day.
I forgot to post this earlier
Sitting on my deck with Picklepie, waiting for my laundry to finish and watching heat-lightning.
Oh well.
Thinking about spending the weekend on the surface of the sun, where it's relatively cool. Plus, it's a dry heat there.
Now I have to come up with another word besides stage. Maybe phase would work. Or maybe I should consult a thesaurus.
I predict that, by the end of this week, I'll be firmly entrenched in stage two. I hope I'm wrong. I hope I'm very wrong.
NABC Ancient Rage
(draft) Black with minimal beige head. Aroma and flavor chocolatey and smoky. Both understated, but balanced nicely. Good, but could use more of everything.
I'm excited about the new NABC Ancient Rage!
In case... were wondering, I'm not having any fun.
I really didn't mean to do that. Now I'll definitely never sleep again.
It makes me mad at myself when I start thinking that the right words exist.
Now I'm pissed. Stupid stage two.
...that was quick.
Also, I'm going to be sooooo mad at OddlyFamiliarGirl in the morning...
Once again, I feel like I should write something.
They're taking over. I should write a real blog entry about it. People should be warned.
I like it when we go on silly adventures and laugh a lot.
If it feels like a bag of sand, see a doctor.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me several billion times, um, it's still shame on you, right?
I'm excited about the NABC Ancient Rage!
Happy that the bartender came back
Pouting because the bartender disappeared
HaircutLady is closed again, but Rich O's has Koningshoeven Quad on tap, so it's a wash of sorts.
That cat is a quick little bugger.
I'd make a movie about me sitting in my garage and glaring at my phone. It would be awesome, if I could get Morgan Freeman to narrate it.
I'm amazed that it's only 3:00. I really thought I was sleeping much longer.
I'm having White Castles at 6:40 PM.
The next time, I'm going to nod my head and agree wholeheartedly.
This chick just demanded a bottle of Spaten.
I've just had a disturbing thought. If it's true, spontaneous combustion may be the only proper response.
Thought of the day
Hey! Who turned out the lights?
Somebody remind me why I'm here, and not there.
I'm oddly okay. This pisses me off, of course.
Back to where I belong. Back to how I should be. Back to who I am.
...there went my mood. You'd think I'd get tired of this eventually.
Trying to remember all the things, not just the good things.
That was random and sudden.
It's weird that I'm going to Las Vegas to escape this heat.
Four hours of sleep. That's enough, right? Yes, for cows and elephants.
Okay fine I'll write something. Beauty is meant to be beheld. Otherwise, what's the point?
This is a time when I'd normally be writing something.
Goodbye cruel world?
My fortune cookie was empty.
I can't connect to my home computer today. I don't know why. I feel isolated.
So far, so good...
I implemented a brilliant scheme to get back into stage two.
I miss being a baseball fan. I should move back to Seattle.
Some old man kept trying to talk to me, until some old woman came and sat between us. So I'm thankful for old women. They come in quite handy sometimes.
I forgot to tell my Tivo to record Big Brother.
So I'm avoiding Jack's tonight because of the loud music, and I came to stupid Bearno's where they have the jukebox cranked to eleven.
Maybe sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all. That doesn't make it easy, though.
I'm craving ice cream. That might be nice for a change. Usually I stay fat with chips and beer.
There are worse things than unrequited love. Indifference, for example, is worse. So is disbelief.
posted by dave at 2:44 AM in category general

I think that all I want to say right now is this:

I don't care how fast you're driving. If people are passing you, in either lane but especially on your right, then you're going too fucking slow.

Please speed up, or die. Your choice.

Your cooperation in this matter is greatly appreciated.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010
posted by dave at 10:46 PM in category ramblings

There's this one word that I hate, at least recently. And don't even ask me to define recently because I don't fucking know. Somewhere between a couple of weeks and a gazillion years.

The word is deserve.

I was just thinking about that word, as I stood out on my deck petting her cat and trying in vain to ease its torture over whatever cats feel tortured about. Lack of mice, perhaps. Or maybe too many moths, so little time. I dunno.

This cat is distraught. It likes being here, and it likes hanging out with me on my deck or in my garage, but something is missing. The cat knows that something is missing but, being a cat, it cannot vocalize exactly what's missing. If it even knows.

Such is my life, even thought I'm not a cat. I don't think I am, anyway.


But I digress, wildly.

Anyway, in an attempt to get back on topic, let me say that Everyone On Earth is wrong. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen. It's happening right now. I'm right and Everyone On Earth is wrong.

So there.

What Everyone On Earth says is that I deserve something. For my efforts. For my patience. For my craziness. For waiting for almost seven years when most people would have given up or killed themselves a long time ago.

It's not that big of a deal, to anyone except me. And it's not like I count for anything.

News flash: Nobody deserves shit.

We want what we want, and we need what we need, and, unfortunately, we get what we get. And then we die.

That's it. That's the boring truth.

So, sorry to disappoint you, Everyone On Earth, as you cheer for me to get what I deserve, or as you pity me for needing and wanting what I don't deserve.

I'll get what I'll get, and that will be the boring truth.

Sunday, August 8, 2010
posted by dave at 12:44 AM in category ramblings

I have a serious question now.

Why is it so bad that I know what I want , and that I want what I want?

I don't get it. I don't run around trying to talk people out of wanting things or doing things. Yet my entire life for the past seven years has been as a target for these activities.

People tell me that they care about me, but they spend almost every second that we're together trying to convince me to change that one part of me that's impossible to change. Either explicitly through words or implicitly through lack of words, they try to convince me to strip away the most important part of me.

Like it's nothing more than a veneer or a fashion statement. Like she's nothing more than a pretty girl.

Fuck that.

Take me, or leave me. Stop trying to change me.

This sucks. Don't get me wrong. I hurt quite often, but I'll take it because it's better than the alternative. I'd rather hurt than feel nothing. I'll have plenty of time to feel nothing when I'm dead. Until then, I'll endure and I'll muddle through, and I'll at least know that I'm alive.

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