Mandy and I pooled our money and got a nice video camera. It is a hell of a lot of fun to play with. I've already snuck in on her and got some cool shots.
Ivy got a lot of cool stuff this christmas. A bunch of toys and clothes. Mandy's family bought me some clothes that I actually really like a whole lot. Overall it has been an awesome christmas.
Over and out.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Christmas
Corey still has my copy.
My brother invited Mandy, Ivy, and I, to his house on Christmas day. I don't know if I remember how to get there.
My eyes are chrome.
My brother invited Mandy, Ivy, and I, to his house on Christmas day. I don't know if I remember how to get there.
My eyes are chrome.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Dark secrets are always being whispered. Nothing is ever as it seems. To quote someone I used to know: "I know where you hide, and how you bleed, take the breathe, I can't breath" It's always so romantic and wonderful when you remember things that mean a lot to you. Even if the above quote is completley wrong. It's how I remember it. Memories don't have to be the truth.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Cynic
Tonight I'm trying.....
I will have the amp of my choice in early 2006. I've decided on that much. I owe it to myself. That being said, however, makes me kind of sad. The only thing I can think of that I want for christmas is a new head and cab. Then when I think about what i'm using it for, and I get all upset. Why does it have to be this way? Am I creating an ultimatum? Crap. These are dark days. I don't really know who I am anymore. A Dad. A guitar player in a band. A husband. I know I sound ungrateful. I'm really sorry that I feel that way. I have a great job, a beautiful daughter, an equally beautiful wife, a truck that runs, a dog that shits on the floor, a band thats played for 1500+ people in one sitting...so why am I not happy?
I will have the amp of my choice in early 2006. I've decided on that much. I owe it to myself. That being said, however, makes me kind of sad. The only thing I can think of that I want for christmas is a new head and cab. Then when I think about what i'm using it for, and I get all upset. Why does it have to be this way? Am I creating an ultimatum? Crap. These are dark days. I don't really know who I am anymore. A Dad. A guitar player in a band. A husband. I know I sound ungrateful. I'm really sorry that I feel that way. I have a great job, a beautiful daughter, an equally beautiful wife, a truck that runs, a dog that shits on the floor, a band thats played for 1500+ people in one sitting...so why am I not happy?
Ivy eats peas!
Ivy is eating "solid" food now. She loves peas just like her Dad! Mandy showed me today how she can roll over on her own to get off her stomach. If you place her rattle just out of her reach she will now lean over to get to it. She rules so much!
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
My pictures of you
There is nothing more beautiful to me in this world. It still seems like a dream. Thank you Mandy.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Re-grouping
Is the hyphenation necessary? I dunno.
I was messin around with a new ground xero site tonight. Complete with a links section and everything. I like the way it looks. It only took me a couple hours. At first I thought I had forgotten how to do it all! It came back to me soon enough though. The new Xero music is promising. I feel more into it now. It's not perfect at all but I don't think It will ever be. I don't know if I'd want to be a part of it if I believed we were THE BEST BAND EVER! I'm glad we are taking a little time off and getting ourselves a little more together. Saving for new equipment. Who knows where we'll be a year from now.
I was messin around with a new ground xero site tonight. Complete with a links section and everything. I like the way it looks. It only took me a couple hours. At first I thought I had forgotten how to do it all! It came back to me soon enough though. The new Xero music is promising. I feel more into it now. It's not perfect at all but I don't think It will ever be. I don't know if I'd want to be a part of it if I believed we were THE BEST BAND EVER! I'm glad we are taking a little time off and getting ourselves a little more together. Saving for new equipment. Who knows where we'll be a year from now.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
To Old Times
The thought of you reading this brings a smile to my face. To know what your eyes would see. To anyone involved, you will not understand the meaning.
Sunder
Face to the wind
Back to the sea
I still feel her nightmare waves
Crashing down on me
High as the sky
And buried in scars
All this madness wants is love
To be as one within the stars
Sunder
Lost the will to live
Found myself again
We bathe our hearts in lies
And fall away in time
Bastard
I called you my friend
Before the wicked
And the February wind
Coward
The final sun has set
Is it such a tragedy?
The wake and the fall and
The guilt and the shame of regret
Regret
Martyr
Failure
Fuck you
Betrayer
Sunder
Face to the wind
Back to the sea
I still feel her nightmare waves
Crashing down on me
High as the sky
And buried in scars
All this madness wants is love
To be as one within the stars
Sunder
Lost the will to live
Found myself again
We bathe our hearts in lies
And fall away in time
Bastard
I called you my friend
Before the wicked
And the February wind
Coward
The final sun has set
Is it such a tragedy?
The wake and the fall and
The guilt and the shame of regret
Regret
Martyr
Failure
Fuck you
Betrayer
Learning, Family Portraits, Coffee
It was the Heater Valve that went bad in my truck. A $15 plastic valve stopped my heater from working properly. Duke helped me fix it up. I need to get a Haynes manual. Everytime I go to the auto parts store they are out of stock. The Ranger is a popular truck I guess. I'm willing to bet the thermostat is screwed as well but I won't really notice until it starts getting warm again. At least it's a cheap part.
Mandy, Ivy, and I, woke up early and went down to the relatively new Wal-Mart on 29 and had our portraits done. They sucked us in with the $9.98 ad special and ofcourse we spent about $60. It's going to be interesting to see how they turn out. I'm sure we won't be offered modeling contracts or anything. It's our FIRST family picture so I'm not expecting too much. Ivy just looks bewildered in the thumbnails we previewed. There is one shot of her with little Angel wings. It should be devestatingly cute.
Coffee is my new best friend today. I just feel exhausted. Ivy was very active today. Active and VOCAL. I had her laughing while on her stomach today. She stayed that way for a about six minutes before she freaked out. Mandy is a little under the weather. She's been working so much. She needs to just relax. I wish she was off tomorrow.
Mandy, Ivy, and I, woke up early and went down to the relatively new Wal-Mart on 29 and had our portraits done. They sucked us in with the $9.98 ad special and ofcourse we spent about $60. It's going to be interesting to see how they turn out. I'm sure we won't be offered modeling contracts or anything. It's our FIRST family picture so I'm not expecting too much. Ivy just looks bewildered in the thumbnails we previewed. There is one shot of her with little Angel wings. It should be devestatingly cute.
Coffee is my new best friend today. I just feel exhausted. Ivy was very active today. Active and VOCAL. I had her laughing while on her stomach today. She stayed that way for a about six minutes before she freaked out. Mandy is a little under the weather. She's been working so much. She needs to just relax. I wish she was off tomorrow.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Lexmas
Smallville was kinda cool tonight. I like how they twisted the "it's a wonderful life" take off. Lex's story was pretty similar to Anakin's in Episode 3. Bleh.
I fixed the light in the closet tonight. I feel properly manly.
I fixed the light in the closet tonight. I feel properly manly.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Web Only Episodes Of Family Guy Coming Next Year
Sometime next year Fox will start to put out web only episode of Family Guy. They will be distributed through Myspace.com and IGN.com, likely for $1.99. Nothing however was mentioned of iTunes or iPod distribution.
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Monday, December 05, 2005
Gloomy Monday, Date night, Truck Problems
Today really sucked. Cold and rainy all day. We didn't do much at work though. Read for the first half of the day and then just kinda hung around.
Mandy and I are going out tonight. We're going to Bugaboo to show Ivy off some.
The heater in my Ranger is out. I can't figure out what it is. It looks like the heater coil but the water in the floorboard is more toward the passenger door than the firewall. I dunno. It's gonna be 27 or something tomorrow. Crap.
Mandy and I are going out tonight. We're going to Bugaboo to show Ivy off some.
The heater in my Ranger is out. I can't figure out what it is. It looks like the heater coil but the water in the floorboard is more toward the passenger door than the firewall. I dunno. It's gonna be 27 or something tomorrow. Crap.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
1st Draft
Ambush at Hope Hollow
“Isahn!” Anders called. A grave expression danced across his face as he stared into the campfire. “We must make Stonecypher by nightfall. I dare not hope to know what will become of our lord if we delay any longer!” Anders spoke angrily. “It is my wish to return to my people, if any are left alive.”
Isahn replied with frustration, “Saddle your horse and fulfill your foolish wish!”
“But, General - !” Anders flinched.
“I am a General no longer, Prince!” Isahn countered.
“If we do not reach Stonecyhper in time none of us will ever go home! All of our people would choose death, than face him!” Anders was spitting flame now, fueled by the campfire.
“Is this babble really necessary?,” Amoreth was becoming impatient.
Isahn challenged her, "It would do you well to remember who rescued you at Evermount, Anders"!
"Enough of this!" Amoreth turned her back on the fire to gaze into the brush of the Wildlands. The orange glow of the fire made her golden hair and eyes look like boiling amber. She’d heard tales in her youth of a wonderful flower that grew hidden deep within the forests of Deepstep. Now she wondered how anything could be as beautiful as she had imagined it. The Miranda Wars had left a scar on most of the Wildlands. Amoreth wondered if that scar would ever heal. It seemed that everything in this forest projected a feeling of dread. A light wind would blow to soothe the trees, to stretch old limbs, but all movement was forced. No comfort could reach them. Birds could be heard, wings rustling and beaks pecking, searching for food, but none would sing.
Amoreth whispered, “This is truly a dreadful place now. What will become of us?”
“Ambush!” Isahn saw them first. He had walked east down the rivers edge to avoid speaking to the others. He was embarrassed for carrying on like a child with Anders. There was no time for such foolishness. Stonecypher was at least two more days ride, and now this. To the southeast Isahn saw Amoreth fall to the ground behind a quarry. Fear enveloped him. Dusk was upon them and he could not determine if Amoreth had been wounded. “Burn these old eyes” Isahn cursed himself. Farther southeast, between the quarry and the open plains of the Wildlands, trees had somehow survived the flames of war. Black arrows with silver tips came from the dark places between those trees. Isahn examined the tips of the arrows; silver heads with sharp geometric patterns marked them Mahadrohlin arrowheads.
“Isahn!” Anders called. A grave expression danced across his face as he stared into the campfire. “We must make Stonecypher by nightfall. I dare not hope to know what will become of our lord if we delay any longer!” Anders spoke angrily. “It is my wish to return to my people, if any are left alive.”
Isahn replied with frustration, “Saddle your horse and fulfill your foolish wish!”
“But, General - !” Anders flinched.
“I am a General no longer, Prince!” Isahn countered.
“If we do not reach Stonecyhper in time none of us will ever go home! All of our people would choose death, than face him!” Anders was spitting flame now, fueled by the campfire.
“Is this babble really necessary?,” Amoreth was becoming impatient.
Isahn challenged her, "It would do you well to remember who rescued you at Evermount, Anders"!
"Enough of this!" Amoreth turned her back on the fire to gaze into the brush of the Wildlands. The orange glow of the fire made her golden hair and eyes look like boiling amber. She’d heard tales in her youth of a wonderful flower that grew hidden deep within the forests of Deepstep. Now she wondered how anything could be as beautiful as she had imagined it. The Miranda Wars had left a scar on most of the Wildlands. Amoreth wondered if that scar would ever heal. It seemed that everything in this forest projected a feeling of dread. A light wind would blow to soothe the trees, to stretch old limbs, but all movement was forced. No comfort could reach them. Birds could be heard, wings rustling and beaks pecking, searching for food, but none would sing.
Amoreth whispered, “This is truly a dreadful place now. What will become of us?”
“Ambush!” Isahn saw them first. He had walked east down the rivers edge to avoid speaking to the others. He was embarrassed for carrying on like a child with Anders. There was no time for such foolishness. Stonecypher was at least two more days ride, and now this. To the southeast Isahn saw Amoreth fall to the ground behind a quarry. Fear enveloped him. Dusk was upon them and he could not determine if Amoreth had been wounded. “Burn these old eyes” Isahn cursed himself. Farther southeast, between the quarry and the open plains of the Wildlands, trees had somehow survived the flames of war. Black arrows with silver tips came from the dark places between those trees. Isahn examined the tips of the arrows; silver heads with sharp geometric patterns marked them Mahadrohlin arrowheads.
Ivy, Editing
Ivy ate 8 friggin ounces of formula in one sitting?! What the crap?! She finished up the 6 and started screaming...so I opened one of the handy dandy already made bottles, so graciously given to us by Terri and David, and she tore through that one as well. She left a little bit down at the bottom but hey, it's almost 9 ounces.
It's been raining today. Off and on. I hope it's not raining tomorrow!
I had to edit the quiz posts because it was messing up the html in my blog. I'll fix it when I want to.
It's been raining today. Off and on. I hope it's not raining tomorrow!
I had to edit the quiz posts because it was messing up the html in my blog. I'll fix it when I want to.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Disenchanted, Beers, Grocery Stores
What in the hell is so cool about grocery stores? Is it a man thing? Is it just an Otis thing? I love getting up kinda early and going to the supermarket and buying some a foods. I guess there is a part of me that wants to be adventurous with food but perhaps i'm scared. Who will prepare this food for me? Thanks to my old fashioned southern Mom, i've been rendered completely helpless in the kitchen. I can make a mean grilled cheese and tomato soup dinner though. And Stouffers french bread pizza. Damn good stuff.
Drinking American beer is like drinking dirty water. Newcastle Brown Ale is the best stuff around. It's only 9:30pm EST and i'm five beers into a sixer. Completely alone. Is this the beginning of alcoholism?
I've become really disenchanted with the band. With music in general. Why is it so hard to feel on the same page as everyone else? It's not rocket science. Music shouldn't have to be explained. It should be felt, with every fiber of your being. If you have to talk about it too much then it isn't working. Is it possible for five painters to colaborate on a painting? Do we have too many chiefs? Will I ever feel the way I used to feel? It just seems like it used to be easy. Before, we weren't even trying. Just having a good time. Emulating our favorite bands and trying to rule the world. Everything is different. I know i'm too young to be cynical but I really feel like that pop-culturalized cliche of "it used to be about the music, man" applies to me. At times it feels like we are all battling to be in a different band. Whenever I think about quitting and going it alone all I can think about is the hassle involved. I don't want to be the guy in charge, pushing shows, recording, and writing new songs. I guess you could say this frustration or disenchantment comes from a serious case of writers block. Maybeit's more. Maybe i'm just not living up to my potential. I always second guess any piece of music that I write. Overthinking overanalyzing seperate the body from the mind...
Maybe we are just too old. You can't teach an old dog new tricks right? Even now I can't think of what it is exactly that makes me want to just forget about the whole thing. Ofcourse, one might think that the obligation to my family is weighing heavily on my back. I don't feel like i'm neglecting anyone though. Mandy always lets me know when my time is being improperly spent. And when it gets out of hand we fix it. All these weekends alone make me understand that I would hate it if I wasn't in the band. I think it's more the thought of being a part of something bigger than myself. I realize that most people probably think Ground:Xero is a joke. I know how that shit goes between bands. Musicians are shitty and flaky. All of them. I'm speaking for myself ofcourse. I think a LOT of people are turned off by the keyboards. The ultimate question? Is it worth my time?!? How the fuck should I know? So many crappy, crappy bands get signed and make a million or so off of one catchy tune. It's hard to say when a person should give this up. What do you gauge it by? If you were to gauge the success of our band by the successes of other bands in Atlanta, i'd say we should have given up a while ago. Either that or lay low for a while and come back with full stacks and kick everyones ass. I don't know.
I think the live sound has a lot to do with with. It has to! Right? I mean if one band is louder than the other, no matter what, you are going to remember that band as being the loudest at show x or y. Money. Get back.
Drinking American beer is like drinking dirty water. Newcastle Brown Ale is the best stuff around. It's only 9:30pm EST and i'm five beers into a sixer. Completely alone. Is this the beginning of alcoholism?
I've become really disenchanted with the band. With music in general. Why is it so hard to feel on the same page as everyone else? It's not rocket science. Music shouldn't have to be explained. It should be felt, with every fiber of your being. If you have to talk about it too much then it isn't working. Is it possible for five painters to colaborate on a painting? Do we have too many chiefs? Will I ever feel the way I used to feel? It just seems like it used to be easy. Before, we weren't even trying. Just having a good time. Emulating our favorite bands and trying to rule the world. Everything is different. I know i'm too young to be cynical but I really feel like that pop-culturalized cliche of "it used to be about the music, man" applies to me. At times it feels like we are all battling to be in a different band. Whenever I think about quitting and going it alone all I can think about is the hassle involved. I don't want to be the guy in charge, pushing shows, recording, and writing new songs. I guess you could say this frustration or disenchantment comes from a serious case of writers block. Maybeit's more. Maybe i'm just not living up to my potential. I always second guess any piece of music that I write. Overthinking overanalyzing seperate the body from the mind...
Maybe we are just too old. You can't teach an old dog new tricks right? Even now I can't think of what it is exactly that makes me want to just forget about the whole thing. Ofcourse, one might think that the obligation to my family is weighing heavily on my back. I don't feel like i'm neglecting anyone though. Mandy always lets me know when my time is being improperly spent. And when it gets out of hand we fix it. All these weekends alone make me understand that I would hate it if I wasn't in the band. I think it's more the thought of being a part of something bigger than myself. I realize that most people probably think Ground:Xero is a joke. I know how that shit goes between bands. Musicians are shitty and flaky. All of them. I'm speaking for myself ofcourse. I think a LOT of people are turned off by the keyboards. The ultimate question? Is it worth my time?!? How the fuck should I know? So many crappy, crappy bands get signed and make a million or so off of one catchy tune. It's hard to say when a person should give this up. What do you gauge it by? If you were to gauge the success of our band by the successes of other bands in Atlanta, i'd say we should have given up a while ago. Either that or lay low for a while and come back with full stacks and kick everyones ass. I don't know.
I think the live sound has a lot to do with with. It has to! Right? I mean if one band is louder than the other, no matter what, you are going to remember that band as being the loudest at show x or y. Money. Get back.
The first Video Game was created in 1958
Many believe pong was the first video game, but William Higinbotham created "Tennis For Two" on an oscilloscope. Check out the link and view the video of the game in action!
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New pictures of Titan shows Earth-like environment
New pictures of Titan, Saturn's earth-like moon has strong winds, soft ground, and even some lightening. Can I buy some land on that rock.
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The Weekend
Mandy got her wedding dress today. "It's on like donkey kong" as they say. The weekends always kill me. I love spending time with Ivy but i'm basically alone for two days straight. I really wish Mandy and I had the same schedule. I know that someday we will sync up somehow. I really like being around her. It's funny because it seems like the opposite is true with other couples. She might think that I take her for granted...and I probably do sometimes. It's an easy love though. It's easy to be funny and mad and crazy when she's around. For better or worse right?
Ivy sleeps with her eyes 1/4 open sometimes. It's freaky. Maybe all babies do this?
Am I a part of the so-called "myspace generation"? What if everyone had a myspace account? I've already gotten in touch with half a dozen folks that i've not spoken to in a few years. People I actually like. It's nice.
Ivy sleeps with her eyes 1/4 open sometimes. It's freaky. Maybe all babies do this?
Am I a part of the so-called "myspace generation"? What if everyone had a myspace account? I've already gotten in touch with half a dozen folks that i've not spoken to in a few years. People I actually like. It's nice.
Hawks
Mohawks. Seems like I started doing this a month ago and now I see people with them everywhere. Hey. Some people are born leaders.
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