Saturday, December 31, 2005
Laurie gets the best bloggy friend of the year award for checking up on me. I'm sorry the news isn't good but my appreciation for your concern is unparalleled. Send me your snail mail addy and I'll mail you that painting you like. There is an upside here, however pale and pathetic. I've been writing and recording songs. I almost have enough for a post humous album. I'll post some mp3s for your perusal maybe tomorrow. Maybe there'll be a terrorist attack in Times Square and my pain will be instantly erased. Here's hoping. Ciao.
Friday, December 30, 2005
I'm completely cold and dead inside. I shuffle around like a zombie, dead but to stupid to lie down. After years of holding that last little piece of my heart in reserve I finally got the courage to put all the chips on the table but the deal did not go my way. Now I'm an empty shell. Way to go Asshole. Back to your crypt now. Don't mind the rats and the maggots.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
I'm totally devastated. For no reason at all last night Brenda suddenly 'needs some space'. After all, it's not me she says. It's her. Yeah right. OK whatever. If anyone wants me I'll be in the corner with my head in a bag and an electrical cord wrapped around my throat. I wasn't going to do an HNT being all destroyed and whatnot, but since it's post your favorite week here you go. This is my fave because it reminds me that once I was so in love I didn't care what happened. I had faith that kindness and complete honesty would carry me through the darkest days. I guess all that evil shit the ex's wished on me how I would get hurt like I hurt them came true.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
I'm digging on Beck's new CD Guero today. Guero is mexican slang for a tall skinny white guy. I've always had sort of mixed feelings about him. I generally really like two or three songs on any given CD and think the rest is dreck. Also, the fact that he's a scientologist kind of puts me off. I really don't give a shit about people's religion since my feeling is that's all pretty much psychotic bullshit no matter what you "believe" whether it's the ghost of a 2000 year old Rabbi or Thetan monsters from outer space or the Id or whatever. I just find myself thinking about Tom Cruise when listening to Beck and thinking about Tom Cruise is never a good thing. I'll say this though, Beck's website is kind of cool. Anyway I was in Barnes and Noble and I listened to the first song 'e-pro' and liked it enough to drop 15 bucks for it. No wonder I liked it so much. It's the sampled riff from Whatcha Want? by the Beastie Boys. Apparently there's a nostalgia for that old school shit as evidenced by The Chronic-what?-cles of Narnia video on SNL. I've got zits on my friggin zeitgeist. Na na! Na na na na na na! Que onda guero? Anyhow in spite of myself I like 9 of the 13 songs so that's pretty good. I just got a package from Amazon.com and can't remember what I bought. Yay! Christmas surprise! Oh! It's the sequel to God's Debris! The Religion War! Good readin'! Puto!
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Anyway here's a nice pic of Brenda and I by our Christmas tree taken by her 9 year old nephew.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Seems I enabled comment moderation. I don't recall doing so but you never know with me. Anyway something is busted. A few people emailed me to say "Hey I commented but I'm getting a message about how they're moderated now!" That's news to me because there's nothing on the moderate comments page. Methinks blogger is focked. Anyway, for HNT we supposed to write what we'd give our three favorite bloggers. Therefore Laurie gets a sunny day to ride her motorcycle, Lori gets more time to do all the stuff she likes, and Gigi gets a bodybuilder to f*ck her all night long every night for a month. That should do it! Happy HNT.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
-Think Tree (now Count Zero: http://www.count-zero.com/ )
Please click on this link and read Scott Adams' short story God's Debris. http://www.andrewsmcmeel.com/godsdebris/ It's a thought experiment by the guy who writes the Dilbert comic strip. It's sheer genius and only 130 pages. It will make you think. It's a PDF file so you need Adobe Acrobat Reader.
And now, apropos of nothing, a ship:
Weekend was good. Slept late, great sex, food and beer. That is all.
Friday, December 16, 2005
This picture of depresses me because it was taken by an old friend that I really miss but can't talk to anymore. There are some things you can't take back and you can never really go home again. Once a bell is rung you can't unring it. I can't wait until this holiday season is behind us. I shouldn't bitch. Life is going well and I'm very happy all in all. I just want to have my cake and eat it too. It has been said before that my problem is I really want to make everybody happy and sometimes that's just not possible. I hate to hurt people. Sometimes it seems I just can't help it. My inability to please everyone makes me hate myself sometimes. That's kind of weird, isn't it?
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Sorry, I'm only picturing the money right now. However, I noticed that pretty much everything I do and everything I've ever done boils down to those two things. I think that basically means that I'm a total whore. That's not really a surprise but it aggravates me sometimes. Well, lots of times indirectly, but sometimes directly. Wouldn't it be nice if, just once in a while, I did something that wasn't either for my wallet, my dick, or both? Oh well. Maybe I'll flap my arms and fly to the moon too. That's seems about as likely, if not more so. Don't mind me. I've been in a bad mood for days. See me around January 3d. I should be better by then. L'chiam y'all.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Lisa over at http://recreationaluse.blogspot.com inspired me to do this long ass self indulgent bloggy meme thing "100 things about me" which I posted on my web site to save space here:
http://www.andyt13.com/100things.htm - I find it annoying that if I post every day things from two days ago disappear off the main page. Who's kidding who? Y'all come here for those hot HNT pix. :-) If I was a better person you'd all go look at www.andyt13.com and be so impressed you'd buy all my art, music and novel and I could retire to the Caribbean to drink rum on my sailboat, fish, play my guitar and make sweet love with Brenda all day long in the sun. Yea.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
"Strawberries and chocolate, fine champagne and a broken rose who knows how to play games." Lyrics from the song "Marrow" about Pacé Rabiola nee Marrow.- Visit www.AndyT13.com and download the tune for free! OK, they're all free right now but soon ye'll have ta pay ya wee bastards!
Next: Yes if this was middle Earth I'd be an elf. No duh. Patrict was a Saint. I Ain't.
Finally: My very favorite of these: South Park AndyT13!
I laughed for a full minute when I finished making him. So Me! Now, please read and comment on Tuesday's post? Kthx.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
I ganked this from www.postsecret.com a while back. I don't feel bad reposting the image because a) I bought the book, and b) it was posted on the internet and since it was possible to download...you get the picture. I'm not getting into copyright issues today though there are plenty to talk about. I recently filed the copyright paperwork for my first novel so that's on my mind but a picture of the form would be boring. My problems with this image are many.
I have "had" numerous women who were married. Never having had any faith in the institution of marriage (my parents being on their 5th spouse each) I didn't feel guilty. I still don't feel terribly guilty since they all had "good reasons" to "cheat". Historically I haven't been the most faithful lover in the world myself. Instant slut, just add alcohol. So now that I'm thinking about getting married myself these issues are bugging me some. I feel I've learned my lesson. Winners never cheat and cheaters never win. I have faith in my mate as well as myself now, but I can't help getting the nagging feeling that we're all fooling ourselves and that the genetic predisposition of both sexes to be unfaithful is greater than the bonds of love can bind. Your thoughts, my bloggy peeps? And what's that whistling sound I hear getting louder?
Monday, December 05, 2005
Well! After a weekend of schlepping Brenda, her sister Chris and Chris' 3 children around it was time for a break. We needed some beach time so we flew in my private jet out to St. Bart's for...wait...*blink-blink*... Oh. It's Monday. It's snowing in New York. I have to work. Right.
This picture is from Islamorada Florida 3 weeks ago. Damn. This time next year I want to be married to this girl and living somewhere warm. That's not too much to ask, is it? Really?
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Friday, December 02, 2005
Arrr! This be NOT what I meant! Belay that feline! OK, I ganked this picture from last year's "Thank God It's Over party" photos that were posted on www.NANOWRIMO.org I didn't attend THAT party since I didn't know about it then, but last night we all went out to San Marcos on St. Mark's Place in NYC and Thanked God It was Over. There were some nice folks though I'm amazed at all the people who didn't finish. I started 10 days late and STILL I finished. Whatever.
Of the 60,000 people who tried about 10,000 people made it to 50,000 words. I didn't stay long. My friends Seth and Gina came out and after about two beers we were like "OK we're bored." So we grabbed Brenda and went to see a band at Otto's on 14th st. Then we went up to Seth's for a little jamming. Finally, when it was time to go home Bren pulled me into a corner of the stairwell and...well you can figure it out. HOT! I mean she is JUST SO FUCKING HOT!!!!!!!
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Look! Out on the beach! It's a freak! No! It's a tweaker! No! It's...Half-Nekkid Man! Faster than a speeding double mocha skim latte! More powerful than a steaming local barrista! Able to leap short Brenda's in a single bound...Half-Nekkid Man! Dedicated to sex, beer and smokables of all kinds...What? That IS the American Way! Thanks for your kind words of congratulations on my success at finishing the novel for www.nanowrimo.org - I'm going to the "Thank God It's Over" party tonight but frankly I'm not really glad it's over. I want to do it all again and I don't want to wait until next November. First I need to find an agent and get published though. That is the next task. I feel confident someone will buy this thing. Donations are accepted. :-) Email me or leave me a comment with your email if you want a copy. Be forewarned though: LOTS of sex and violence. There's a articularly brutal scene towrds the end that even grossed ME out. Pax.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
I did it gang. Fifty thousand words in thirty days.
I'm not surprised that I wrote 50,000 words in 30 days. I'm surprised that I wrote what I think is a pretty good story. I've written over a thousand poems and recorded about 60 songs as anyone who's seen my website can attest, so I can churn out the bullshit, no doubt about it, but I think this is something special.
It really only took about ten spurts (mostly nights between the hours of 10pM and 2AM) and about 120 beers to produce. I just started writing to see what would come out. To my surprise, reading back, it's actually pretty engaging. I was pretty unsure of things in the beginning. I had no clue what it was about or where it was going. I'm pleased to report that I'm happy with the end result. There's plenty editing to be done for sure but but I actually wrote more than I needed and that was the whole point really. Now I have a fifty thousand word novel to work on.
That's a whole king hell fuck of a lot better than "Gee, I'd like to write a novel someday."
Now comes the hard part: Selling this bitch. I'm going to get an agent and start shilling this thing to the publishing houses and see if I can make it fly. The hard copy is in the mail to the library of congress with the form and the fee to secure the copyright so I can send out advance copies to my favorite bloggy peeps if you ask me nicely and provide an email address.
Much love to you my bloggy peeps. You got me through it and for that I thank you all profusely.
I only managed about a thousand words last night. I wanted to just go home and finish off this giant beast but events conspired against me. I had to return some crap to the ex and then make dinner. The holiday visiting season is upon us and everyone's hating it, especially me. My own flight to VA to visit my parents is soon. I'm looking forward to seeing them but it's stressful, no doubt.
I'm still really troubled about Pacé's recent death but I decided to leave her picture up. I hope her former boyfriend will send me some better digital pictures of her. I hate that one. She looks like she's already dead in it. I'm going to paint it. I don't know why, but I hope it will be cathartic. Either that or I'm insanely obsessed. She was the inspiration for the most popular songs I ever wrote. It was all bad and painful inspiration, sure, but that's how it goes sometimes I guess.
These lyrics from Mike Doughty's song 'Sugar Plant' come to mind:
"I dream you up on the vast dark bed, believe I love you for each hair upon the back of your neck and I want to kiss you but I can't down on the river by the sugar plant. Earrings weighing down the lobe and nose a lovely slope and your mouth turned down. Shoulders pale and beautiful and angle of the throat your sweet sad stare. I dream you up on this vast dark coast, believe I see you walking towards me arms outstretched like a ghost and I want to kiss you but I can't down on the river by the sugar plant"
Tonight I will finish come what may; Hell or high daughters.
Monday, November 28, 2005
This is my friend and former lover Pacé Rabiola. I hate this picture of her but it's the only one I have. Anyway it's a long sad story but the short version is she died last Wednesday night of a heroin overdose. She was fucked up but I loved her very much at one time and I'll miss her.
She had been trying to get her life back on track, had finally gotten an apartment with her 5 year old sonand moved out of her parents' place, had finally gotten the UNIX admin job she had been studying so hard for and in the end she lost it all. Further proof that if you chase the dragon long enough he eventually catches you. I could drone on endlessly about the evils of heroin but she'd hate that. She loved the fucking stuff. Besides, everybody's got their thing. What's yours?
It's an entirely unimporatant point but in case anyone is wondering I have 45,500 words and two days and thirteen ours to get to 50,000. The bad news above actually inspired me and I did 7500 words last night. So thanks Pacé. I'll consider it your parting gift. You always were a difficult and mostly unwilling and unwitting muse.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Mine is "Which way is the nearest bar?" Minor cause for celebration today. It's Saturday and I have exceeded 24,000 words. It's a cinch I'll be past the halfway mark by tomorrow. That means I'll need just 2083.3 words per day. So far I seem to do 2000 words a day fairly easily between 10PM and 2AM. 500 words an hour does not seem particularly onerous. That's less than ten words a minute. Also, lest you think I'm being disciplined about this, that includes copious amounts of pacing around wondering what happens next and regular cigarette breaks. Yes, I fell off the wagon at the wedding in Miami. I'm not giving up quitting (quitting giving up? whatever) but I feel I need the extra stimulant during this process. New quit date: Dec. 1st.
One more thing: I recently went back and read what I wrote so far and you know what? The shit ain't half bad, yo! I'm a bit surprised. Anything else? Thanks to everyone for being so nice to me about my HNT posts and my life in general. I love you all, truly and not just because you like to see me naked. :-) Y'all rock harder than diamonds.
Friday, November 18, 2005
God how I love this woman! By the way, for those who were asking, this picture was taken at our friends' wedding in Islamorda Florida, between Key Largo and Key West. The HNT post below was taken on South Beach in Miami Florida the day before. The Northeast sucks, we're outta here ASAP. Give me hurricanes ocver snowstorms any day. Booya!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Yes, I'll admit it: I'm feeling hot. I have 18,000 plus words. Some of y'all may prefer eight inches but you've got to flaunt what you have. I'm only 10,000 words behind schedule and it's starting to look like I might actually write 50,000 semi-coherent words in the form of a novel by Nov. 30th. I'm only 2000 words shy of 2/5ths done. That's 40% y'all. Anyway, here's my entry for Half Nekkid Thursday. I'm feeling every inch the happy pirate that this picture looks. I really appreciate the support you all give me. You've helped make me a better man and I thank you.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Well, I'm halfway to where I'm supposed to be right now. I guess that's something. I keep settling in to write and then getting distracted by sex. Mind you I'm not complaining, just letting y'all know I'm not slacking for crappy reasons. For all you (3) writers out there reading this and wondering how I do it, I'm cheating. No, just kidding. I guess I just have a fertile imagination.
That is to say I have only a passing relationship with reality so it's easy to come up with bullshit. Besides all musicians carry an actor in minor...er...I mean a minor in acting. Also, I hit on a plot that lends itself well to improvising in my natural voice. What else? I mixed my metaphors in my last post. I meant to say I don't want to give away the milk since I'm hoping to sell the cow. Leave it to me to choose a metaphor for sex when descibing my writing AND then fuck it up.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Yes, I failed to crack 10,000 words this weekend. I suck. I fully intended to write every night, but as it turned out I only wrote during the 2 and 1/2 hour flights down and back. You may say 2500 words in 5 hours isn't bad, but I'm a little bent. Today is the half way point and I'm supposed to have 25,000 words. Suck it. On the upside I had a fantabulous time! Brenda and I travel well together and that was by no means certain before we left. That's especially impressive since the theme of the entire weekend was "Just In Time". As in we made it just in time for everything. One minute later and we would have missed both of our flights, the wedding, etc, etc... if it was possible to be late we were exactly on time. Usually that makes me nuts but I maintained a coolness with my bad self. I took about 150 pictures including a number of highly pornographic ones which I do not have permission to post. Nevertheless I shall provide some eye candy as I go along. The shot above is the quay at the South end of South Beach.
There were a million surfers and more silicone than silicon alley. I much prefer all natural.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
OK, since I'll be in FLA for a wedding working on my NANOWRIMO novel I won't have time to take or post a new HNT picture. Boo, hiss, I know. SO! I have decided to post this picture of me playing bass Half Nekkid! I love this picture but really wish I had taken off the socks. Then I would have been COMPLETELY NEKKID! A little background: I'm playing with the Spanish punk/metal band J&B (Juergistas Y Borrachos) in Madrid Spain. It's the first show of the tour and I decided during the last song to strip WHILE PLAYING. I didn't miss a note. This was such a hit that the band insisted I do it every show, so I did. Thus I got to live the Red Hot Chili Peppers line : "Travel 'round the world gettin' naked on the stage, bustin' people out of their every day cage!" www.tripirecords.com for audio & such. Enjoy. PS- Please visit two posts ago and submit a caption. So far they're a scream! UPDATE: 1261 words in the new novel so far!
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Monday, November 07, 2005
And now for your amusement; Caption contest! Best caption wins...uh...a prize to be determined.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Favorite Season: Summer
Favorite Sport: Sex
Favorite Time: Midnight
Favorite Color: Red. No, Blue. Ahhh!
Favorite Actor: Mickey Rourke
Favorite Actress: Kirsten Dunst (cause she looks like my girlfriend!)
Favorite Ice Cream: Chocolate
Favorite Food: Thai
Favorite Drink: Beer
Favorite Place: Anywhere on my boat
Current Feeling: Sore
Current Underwear Color: None
Current Windows Open: Word, Outlook, IE
Current Drink: Coffee
Current Time: 11:15 am
Current Mobile(s) Used: Verizon (God they suck!)
Current Show on TV: None (I don't watch TV much)
Current Thought: Sex
Current Clothes: jeans, black T-shirt, black Doc Martens
First Nickname: E.P.
First Kiss: Nursery school. She said "I bet you're afraid to kiss a girl in school." Not.
First Crush: Tracey McCardle (see above)
First Best Friend: See above
First Vehicle I drove: Suzuki 450 Motorcycle
First Job: Dishwasher at a fancy restaurant in Cambridge Ma.
First Movie: Cinderella maybe? Some Disney shit.
First Pet: Chihuahua named Penelope (Penny nipper).
First Shave: 13? I don't really recall.
Last Drink : Beer
Last Kiss: Two days ago (she's travelling for work) :-(
Last Time I Drove: 9:30 am
Last Time Shaved: two hours ago
Last Web Site Visited: http://jennatl.blogspot.com/ where I stole this meme.
Last Movie Watched: Sin City
Last Pill I Had: Advil
6 Have You Evers
Have You Ever Broken the Law: Yes
Have You Ever Been Drunk: Duh!
Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: That used to happen a lot
Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire or Bomb Blast: Yes. In Madrid and NY
Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: Yes
Have You Ever Broken Anyone's Heart: Yes
Things You Can Hear Right Now: people talking, fans, etc
Things on Your Bed: sheets, down comforter, pillows, clothes, condomes, lube, uh...
Things You Ate Today: a pop tart & coffee
Things You Can’t Live Without: family, friends, books, music, sleep, food, sex..gads I need a lot!
Things You Do When You Are Bored: See above
4 Places You Have Been Today
home, work, on the side of the road after being rear ended by a dork
3 Things On Your Desk Right Now
wallet, keys, shades..I have ton of shit on my desk
Black or White: black
Hot or Cold: hot
1 Thing You Want To Do Before You Die
Play and sing for a stadium full of people
There you have it. Pointless and useless information for a Wednesday morning. Wear it.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Bah. Winter is upon us. Yes, yes, I know, it's only Nov. 1st and the first snow hasn't even fallen in NY yet. I cannot comfortably walk around in shorts, sandals and a T-shirt. Ergo it is winter.
I'll brook no argument. I like skating and skiing and snowboarding as much as the next gen X-er but I still frickin hate the cold. It's going to be shitty non-sailing ass weather from now until about April. I don't care whatchyall say that be suckin' huge big ol' donkey dick. There. I said it.
Monday, October 31, 2005
The second one is us sitting together after the ceremony. We look joined at the hip. Yay!
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
I've been smoking Marlboro reds since I was 14 years old; approximately 23 years. I went without them a few years here and there. Inevitably I would start sleeping with a woman who smoked and I'd start back in on the reds. Then she'd be gone and the reds stayed.
So, once again I am trying to give up my favorite mistake. I often say that I have few regrets in life, but that becoming addicted to nicotine is one. If I had one do-over in life that would be high on the list of candidates. The untold thousands of dollars toward compromising my health for no other reason than addiction...UGH!!!!l!
I started at the bus stop in December 1982 waiting (with wet/freezing long hair) when fellow idiot Ed Gaffee (a neighbor) proferred me a Marlboro light saying it would "help keep me warm". Indeed that little flame and the hot smoke in my lungs DID seem to alleviate the cold somewhat. Soon I was a full fledged smoker. Packs of cigarettes were (ready?) 50 cents. Now they are routinely $5-$7 in New York. Yikes! Anyway, Nicoderm CQ patches are helping ease the craving. I haven't had so much as a drag since before my last entry here. I've eased off the beer intake pretty dramatically and have been working out quite a bit. I'm very pleased with my body's new look and feel. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go kick the cat.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
I just had to post this picture of Brenda because I love her SO MUCH.
The next 4 weeks are going to SUCK with out her. 10 days in the Dominican Republic, back for one day, then 4 days in Cooperstown NY for work, back for one day then another 4 days in Albany. WAHHHH! WAHHH!! WAHHH!!! *sniff* At least after that we go to Key West for 3 days for a wedding! Not ours though. Damn!
Now the bad news; she wants me to quit drinking. I knew that was going to come up. Not that I'm a nasty drunk or anything, She's just worried that I'll get liver cancer and die. I explained to her that everyone dies of something but she wasn't convinced. Therefore no more 12 packs of bud to wash down those Marlboro reds. Fuck it. She's worth it and a half. Wish me luck fellow bloggers. I fear I'ma need it, yo.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Then there's http://www.bonomania.net my U2 tribute act. Good fun.
Also I need to finish the movie I wrote and shot this year. Still have a few scenes to shoot and a pant load of post production work to do before it's ready for the film festival circuit next year.
In short I have lots to do before the boat season starts up again, including numerous boat renovations. All this of course take a back seat to my sweet beloved Brenda, pictured here:
Yes, she's all that. I'm a lucky man.
She didn't believe that all my new bloggy friends said that she was HAWT! So I had to send her the link to prove it. She got all flustered
(GOD. SO CUTE!) but she said thanks to all you nice folks who agreed that yes, she's babe-a-licious and that I'd be a total nugget head to let her get away. *Sigh* Tra-la-la-la-la. Ain't love grand? *Uh-hunh! Uh-hunh! Whoop! Whoop! OK I'll shut up now. Whoop!
Andy, Brenda & Gala - Out.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
My PHRF (handicap) number came back as 210. That sucks. Higher numbers are better and in San Francisco I'd be 240. Oh well. It'll just be more challenging. Hopefully I learned something this season and I can make a good showing of it. I hope I don't DFL (dead freakin' last).
"And they're off!"
Friday, September 23, 2005
Well, well, well! Here's a shot of the Shattemuc Yacht Club's regatta.
Gala and Brenda and I had a fabulous sail and it was a gorgeous day as you can see. Last night I went out alone and it was HOWLING. 25 MPH South wind gusting to 35. That may not seem like much in these hurricane days but lemme tell ya on a 27 foot sailing yacht single handed that's PLENTY. I should have reefed the main (that's making it smaller) but I had full sail up. She carried it OK but I had a rough time. Gotta make that easier to set up. I wish I'd had my camera as the wind and sea state were a thing to behold. Alas, even if I'd had it I probably couldn't have taken any pictures. 'Twas all I could do to hold on, steer and handle the sails. Whoof! More pics soon.
Monday, September 19, 2005
The Race Team! L to R: Me, Huong, Bob, Charlie and RC.
We race on Bob's Cal 30 sailboat. We went 22 and 0 for the season.
Who the hell goes 22 straight wins, no losses at anything?
We set a new club record. No one's done it before.
In short, we rock. Do not race us.
You will be stomped like a narc at a biker rally.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
I hope she doesn't think this means I'll be glad to hear from her in the future. Whatever, my shit is squeaky clean. I've been honest with everyone about everything (as opposed to being the opportunistic dog I usually am). I hope the Gods will reward my honesty with a long healthy relationship. My best friend decided my new nickname was "SuperDawg." I said "No way man, I'm all in the clear now." He said "Too late man. The reputation has been established." Well, I suppose so, but God dammit I'm going to let this woman make an honest man of me.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Oh I've loved people and had people love me...this is hard to explain. I'm with someone new that I feel so close and connected to that I'm actually chasing all the ex's away. I'm no longer looking for the next thing. She's incredible. I look at other chicks and think "Pfft! My girlfriend's WAY hotter than you." And you know what? They eat that shit up. Nothing like being totally unavailable to make one more attractive to the opposite sex. I'll never understand that, but my experience has proven it to be truer than I ever could have imagined. Anyway, whatever, my karmic shit is completely clean. I told everyone everything about what's going on, I'm not cheating on anyone or doing any of my normal Modi Operandi and you know what? That feels good as hell. I feel like Jack Nicholsen in "As Good As It Gets"; she makes me want to be a better man. Amazingly, it seems to be working. Developing...
EDIT: As evidence of the above I totally forgot to mention that I got my boat in the water (with her help) and she lies (hopefully) peacefully at anchor as I type. I will visit her tonight. The boat that is. Shows where my head is at.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Got my insurance and registration which means I can get my boat in the water this weekend.
Except I can't because my DAMNED car is STILL in the shop. $1000 and counting and still no sticker. Labor day weekend with no car. Joy. So the only way I can work on the boat is break my resolve in line #1. *sigh* Today is a momentous day. Let's hope it doesn't kill me.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
Thursday, August 18, 2005
I've been wanting this boat for months and it has a lot of potential AND Bob's going to give me the long shaft 9.9 HP outboard for the same price as the crappy short shaft 6HP that's on there. Yay! I've been thinking about making this blog private. I think I can do that. It's really meant to be a private journal. I really don't care if people who don't know me personally read it, and in fact that's a cool way to meet people (when they write in) but I'm feeling self concious in that I can't write with pure harsh clarity in case somebody I know (and care about) should read and get offended. That's sort of pussy of me I guess. This blog is deadly dull anyway even if you're me. Um, are you? I mean am I? Hmm. Table that for now. Anyway BOAT BOAT BOAT BOAT.
TOY BOAT TOY BOAT TOY BOAT TOY BOAT TOY BOAT TOY BOAT TOY BOAT.
This offsets the fact that I boned my strategy for financial improvement by buying a $1700 Taylor acoustic guitar . Seth would smack me. I can hear him now: "You paid HOW MUCH for and ACOUSTIC??? You're INSANE!" Guilty as charged. It is nice though. OK, that's enough for today. More trail mix, more salad, more excercise; less meat, less beer, less smoking. Onwards.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
I need to shake things up somehow but unsure how. *sigh*
Friday, August 12, 2005
First: I've spent most of the last two years doing damage control on relationships that weren't satisfying to begin with. Lesson: stop wasting time. Life's too short. Stop trying to bring back the dead and seek out the living.
Second: hanging around an unhappy and unhealthy relationship until 'the right time comes' to give it up is retarded. There's never a good time and you only make things worse.
Third: being self destructive because you're unhappy in your relationship is a feedback system. I have literally nothing to show for it except worse health. Great.
It's time to change things up a little. How about stop drinking and smoking yourself to death and get healthy? I hear that's more effective than anti-depressants and cheaper too.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
OK, make it look good but don't make me click the back button when I decide your blog is boring and useless. Please! OK, rant off. It's Tuesday. Last night D called for the first time in 3 weeks and we had a nice chat. I wish this stuff would stop happening when I'm drunk. Oh wait, I'm always drunk except when I'm working. Um...like now. OK, back to work.
Monday, August 08, 2005
I don't know why I do that.
As usual I am perplexed about my complex romantic entanglements. It's been one king hell fuck of a year. The three main babes have been trying to kill me, themselves and each other quite vigorously. I overstate the case a bit, but not by much. Suffice to say I don't much like the way things have gone. None of them satisfied me very much and I've doubtless disappointed them bitterly and often. "I don't owe you anything!"
Well, to keep it short my favorite dream for lo these many years is to sail away from all thing on a mid-sized sailboat with a supply of rum and pornography and be done with it. Love is vastly over rated. Solitude not so much. 'Nuff said.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Everyone sailed. Everyone ate. Everyone drank. Especially me. I'm liking the fact that, unlike my blog at www.andyt13.com no one reads this thing but me. Therefore no psycho ex-girlfriends calling to harrass me about whatever the hell it is I'm doing. To hell with that. Go. Sail.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Anyway, this is the restart/do-over. Next time I'll try not to do this when I'm so freakin' drunk.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
In general I'm trying to be more active in the online world because the real world seems to be alternately either boring or WAY too exciting. So? If you read this check out my site and come say hello. I don't bite. Often. Or that hard. Often.