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Sunday, August 2nd, 2009
10:15 pm	Interesting... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 23rd, 2009
10:06 pm	cash in now honey Remember that time I tore my ACL (the other one) and the only person from ultimate who said anything was a girl I just met playing over the winter? Kind of weird. Weird in the sense that I guess nobody else cares (or potentially doesn't know). It's clear that I play ultimate for the love of the game, not the cliquey community involved. Maybe I'm just being a selfish bitch. Glad that vacation starts after work tomorrow. Holler. (Comment on this)
Friday, July 17th, 2009
12:07 am	Mountain Song Tonight I listened to Jane's Addiction for the first time in about 5 years. It made me happy and sad at the same time (how 90s of me). It reminded me of the first time I heard their sound blasting out from behind my brother's bedroom door when he moved home for a summer after undergrad - the sound was so raw, and so un-refined. It was alternative music from before Alice in Chains was the music for an opening sequence to the NBA Finals. And I don't know if you can even really classify it as alternative - it's just rock that wasn't hair metal, so people feared it. It was the bastard beaten diseased child of the 80s sex and drug riddled nights who had been abandon by New York and sent to LA to live with some deranged pot head uncle. Here it was - purple hair, not afraid to take a punch, chipped teeth, track marked and coked into next week. And it wasn't going away. Or at least that's what it thought before it was put on a pedistal, worshiped, wined, dined, coerced, pillaged, built up, and then ignored. Nothing today comes close. Early Jane's is the last vestage of a single income familied upbringing where kids were told "No - we can't afford it." Jane's wasn't entitled to anything, and they let you know it as the crawled on glass to get to where they were... and they looked like they enjoyed it. At least they did in the beginning. Now they're old, probably half broke, and back together (but still kind of rocking). Some people might "get it", but iPod shuffle might play Panic at the D or Ashlee Simpson next. So in reality, they don't. (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 21st, 2009
10:44 pm	Scars, bruises, and the wounds Dear Life, Fuck you. Love, -Watty (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 14th, 2009
1:52 pm	Knee in mouth Hurt my knee (my "good" one) playing soccer last week. Pretty sure that it's a sign, to stop playing soccer. Overall, I liked playing soccer because it was a contact sport where you could usually get ahead by being a little more aggressive then someone else. And each play was a game in itself (can I make a sweet pass, can I actually make a move that someone buys, can I outrun this person, can I make one more effort than they will, etc.). Last game I was running shoulder to shoulder with someone (thgey were on my right) and I pushed off with my left leg to try and get around them - I felt my knee twist and thought "oh fuck, that twisted... no wait, that twisted a lot!"... I didn't break stride, and the next step on my left was AGONIZING and I hit the ground like a bag of shit. Pain shot through the outside of my knee and I almost couldn't breathe for a minute. Best Case - severe sprain (does anyone really "sprain" their knee?) Worst Case - torn lateral meniscus, torn acl, partially torn lcl I think it's somewhere in between the two, but I'm not will to say more than that. I have an orthpedic doctor's appt on Tuesday. Hopefully they schedule an MRI so I can fucking find out if this equates to being able to snowboard a little bit later in the season next year, or not at all next year. Awesome... (Comment on this)
Friday, April 3rd, 2009
11:39 pm	I'm back, a crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube!! Apparently I haven't posted here in 16 weeks. Awesome. Since then, I was home for Christmas (got in a good day of riding that weekend before), worked a ton (as always), took a very very VERY much needed vacation to Utah, got in 2 incredible days of riding, came back 3 days early because Kristen's grandmother passed away, had to take vacation days from work in order to go to the wake and funeral in Rhode Island, got back in the office on the day that Burton layed-off 27 people (including my manager) and cut my salary by 4%... oh, and they changed the 401k match from 4% down to 1%. I could be pissed off at the world, and vent/express my feelings. However I've chosen what I always choose: bottle it up, and obsessively work out. So I'm in pretty decent shape (and thus play pick-up ultimate at a level that I really enjoy). Without ultimate, snowboarding, and yoga... I'm pretty sure that I'd feel like complete shit about myself and the world. Each one gives back exactly what you put into it. And that, is ungodly rewarding in this world/life of diminishing returns. Bet you're all glad I posted... me too. Namaste bitches. -Watty Current Mood: fucking pissed off (Comment on this)
Sunday, December 7th, 2008
9:18 pm	Walking in Balance Throughout the course of my life, I've always been one to grade myself. After all, I'm the type of person who is motivated from within more often than motivated from the outside. Okay, maybe that's not 100% true. Maybe it's a balance of overly taking each into consideration. I know who I am, and I know how other people see me. And unfortunately, I care about both. ANYWAY. Life has begun to take the shape of a three headed monster. It's not anything new, I think it's just me seeing the monster for the first time. Family, Work, and Fun. How exactly is one to balance all three, such that when battling life you aren't bitten by the one you aren't paying attention to? Sounds cheesey. Sounds shallow to admit that I don't always balance family in the mix as much as the others. Sounds incredibly sad to think that I'd pay attention to the work part so much, that it would actually end up devouring me. In the simplest of terms, the answers to each of these may hold the keys: Work: - Do I have a job, or do I have a career? - Am I working the same amount at the office, as I am to better my home? - Am I working to better myself, at the expense of learning to better my family? Fun: - How much, is too much? - How is it possible to work hard, without playing equally as hard? - At what cost am I willing to seek fun? And how good, or bad, is that? Family: - How do I figure out what it takes to be the best husband I can be? - How on God's green (and blue) earth do people make the decision that it's time to have kids? - Am I making sacrafices to this area of my life because I'm overly comitted to the other heads of the monster? I don't have answers to these. Not yet. And I don't know how to find the answers. In fact, I don't even really know if I should look. Each question could take a lifetime to solve. It's hard for me to let those go - unanswered questions urk the SHIT out of me. We live, we laugh, we love, we cry, we hurt, we hate. And sometimes, we say WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Here's to figuring it out, or at the very least... figuring... and through it all, may we do so while saying "weeee". Discuss... Current Mood: curious (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 19th, 2008
11:33 pm	Walk I think I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that I really haven't processed Dime Bag Darrell's death. It seems like a strange thing to say: I didn't know him, I've never been to Columbus, OH, and I had never seen Pantera or Damage Plan play live. Who am I, a fan, a stranger, to have trouble processesing the death of a celebrity? Well, I'm me. At best, I'm a sibling in the brotherhood of metal. A long lost half step brother to all of those social outcast retards who at one point in their life, decided that it would be a lot more fun to skip class/work/life to spend 3 hours in a tiny ass crowded puke smelling venue with 400 of their "friends" (who they may or may not throw down with (or against) at any given point during the night) then be almost anywhere else. At worst, I'm just that 32 year old dude who stays up until midnight on a "work night" watching Pantera videos on Youtube DREAMING of being able to fuckin shred a tenth as well as Dime could. One who thinks the world of friends and values really good bad-ideas that lead to scars, laughter, and unbelievable memories. And if worst comes to worse, I'm a dude who could imagine watching David Gale jump up on stage at that club in Columbus, and think "Oh who's this fucktard? Get that piece of shi.. " and then having the world stop as I watched Dime get shot in the head. The memory would play over, and over, and over, if I had it. And it would never make sense. The story, still doesn't. I wasn't there. I didn't see it. Vinnie Paul did. And for that, I ask God to send him some kind of blessing. When Kurt Cobain died, I was 17 - and maybe I grew up a little. Later on in life I learned to seperate the art from the artist. When Dime died, I was 28 - and my heart broke. The art fuckin ruled. And from what I understand, so did he. Thanks Dime, wherever you are. May your soul rest in peace, may the black tooth always be part of the grin, and may the fingers on your left hand always dance. And if they can't dance, may they walk... (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 15th, 2008
3:37 pm	There is something wrong with the world... Read this... http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/11/14/second.life.divorce/index.html Your brain now hurts as much as mine. It's like trying to understand the Duck-billed Platypus, except the Platypus is real. It would be like the seeing a Platypus at the zoo and having one of the Capibera's (giant rodent... and I do mean giant) look at you and say "I know!! How fuckin weird is that?" Second Life will be the downfall of society. Get off your ass, and go outside. Fuckin losers. (Comment on this)
Monday, November 3rd, 2008
9:51 pm	NFL - diamond ear rings? What the fuck is with NFL players wearing big-ass diamond earing while they're playing? That's some fucked up shit. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 15th, 2008
11:19 pm	Ramblings from the Deep End - I got hit on by a 50 year old lady today. What makes it creepy is that it was the massage therapist who was giving me a massage while K and I went to our "couples massage" at Stowe Flake. I think the exact exchange was: Her - "Do you work out"; Me - "A little bit"; Her - "I can tell!" - If a hero chooses to "live to fight another day", are they really a hero? - Doesn't the term "balls to the wall" imply that whomever was on the other side of the gory-hole pulled your crank a lot harder then you expected? - Cushiony toilet seats... c'mon, who thought that was a good idea? - One time I told a story about getting hit on by an old lady and only thought it was creepy because she was a massge therapist. - I would rather eat a freshly grilled hamburger with shitty supermarket brand bacon, than consume a micro-waved leftover prime rib from a 5-star restaurant. - Q: Is there anything worse than seeing 80s glam metal gods try to rock out on a Reunion Tour? - A: Yes... seeing the girls who go to these shows hoping to fuck them - Top 5 "Holy Fucking Shit" jobs, as ranked by a naive as fuck outsider: 1. Professional Snowboarder - Ability to go huge, and travel to places where there's ALWAYS snow. 2. Rock Star - Turn your moody as fuck "woah as me" moments into kick ass songs, absolutely wail at playing an instrument, travel the world, and being yourself would mean partying like a rockstar 3. NBA baller - you play a game for a living, and people pay to watch you do that, be able to work out ALL the time, and have the ability to hit that buzzer beater that makes people say "HOLY SHIT!!!" 4. Artist - you get paid to play with paint, or mold clay, or draw shit, or cut wood into fucked up shapes... it's like you're in elementary school art class ALL the time... and nobody is there to make you wear a smock. 5. Writer - the words that come out of your fucked-up brain end up being shit that people want to read. People pay money, to read what's in your head. - I'm addicted to the mind set of "never settle", however I'm absolutely jacking Poison while writing this - Two years ago, the Middlebury Women's ultimate team rolled up to Day 2 of Sectionals (half-way through their first round bye) in a beat up HUGE white van blasting horrible 90s dance music, kicked the doors open, and got out to have a sports-bra dance party for a solid 10 minutes before they felt like the joke got old. True story. I'm serious, I can't make up shit that awesome. This actually happened. - Is being a vegan just a ploy to get out of going down on someone? - Three letters: NPH - In a world where structured society is needed to prolong the existence of the human race, why is it the outstanding shit that's against all of this that grabs our attention, makes us feel, and provides the incentive to "just keep swimming"? It's like saying "seeing that dude haul ass in a Ferrari really inspired me to walk to the store so I could get a gallon of milk". - Why is the shit your not suppossed to do ALWAYS more fun than the shit you should do? Soundtrack: Cry Little Sister - Tom Mac Black No. 1 - Type O Negative Don't Need Nothing (But A Good Time) - Poison Fallen Angel - Poison Talk Dirty to Me - Poison Wild Side - Motley Crue Current Mood: Exstaticly Average (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 28th, 2008
11:41 pm	Owning a Malamute... as a first dog. If there's one thing this dog is going to teach me, it's going to be the ability to let go... and the ability to not be afraid when big ass dogs growl at me. For those of you who don't know, we have a 19 month old female malamute named Hunter. Sometimes Hunter is very well behaved, and very well mannered. And sometimes, she's an absolute bitch. Over the course of these past 16 months have been filled with times of joy (like when she learned how to be house broken), struggle (like teaching her not to growl at us while she eats), and all out brawling (like tonight, when she growled at me and it took 5 minutes of me pinning her before she fully submitted). Apparently, we're doing a good job, and this is something that malamutes do (challenge authority, and act like head strong retards). But obviously, we've still got a lot of work to do... which I need to learn how to let go of, and not be frustrated. I've always been one to think that one thinks hard, and works hard, in combination to reach the end goal of having something that doesn't require a lot of work to maintain. And if I just let go of the challenges (after they happen and I stubborn my way through them), I'll realize that I have a good dog... who's an 85 pound short tempered bitch sometimes. But, that's kind of thew huge challenge involved with owning a malamute as a first dog... which wasn't exactly a good idea. But, that's where we're at - too late to turn back. It's head down an go, or be a quitter. And I'm not a quitter. But, sometimes I need to be reminded of that. And sometimes thinking that there's STILL more work, is frustrating. Obviously, I'm sick of doing work. (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 13th, 2008
10:50 pm	If only I could be more for you... Sometimes we're reminded of our own humanity. And sometimes something incredibly simple takes us back to old memories, and old scars. And when we find them, we look a little too hard, and realize that they still bleed a little. Maybe somethings never heal. Maybe we don't want them to. There is a place where lost souls always meet, Floating up on Cloud 9, maybe. If only I could be more for you, I'm more than willing to, If you could open your eyes to really let go. Thanks Magic D. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008
9:37 pm	Some people, should die This is a very deep, dark, emotional rant. This is not light hearted in any way, shape, or form. On June 25th, the supreme court ruled that the death penalty in child rape cases violates the constitutional ban on cruel and unusual punishment. Earlier today, the Vermont State police department found the body of a 12-year old girl who had been missing for about a week. She was found dead near her uncle's house, and her uncle was arrested this past weekend (not long after the girl disappeared) on charges of running a child prostitution ring. Is this really the world that we live in? Do we really want to protect people who rape children? Not only that, but let's look at the bigger picture - and that's the fact that there are people who rape children, and people who run child prostitution rings. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Why are they alive, at all? I understand that child abuse is known as the "horrible gift that keeps on giving" and that it's a vicious cycle. So it makes sense that the less that children get abused, the better our overall society will be. And one way to make sure that there are less children being abused, is to kill the people who abuse them. Has it really come down to society not valuing the innocense, and purity, of unbelievable treasure of what it is to be a child, and to think like a child when you are a child, and to act like a child when you are a child? We consitently tell childern to "grow up" when they're acting crazy. Why would we say that? Grow up? So you can live in a world, and pay attention to, shit like this? Given all of this, someone please tell me why anyone ever considers having kids. Seriously. Why would you want to bring someone into this shit hole society that we have right now? Current Mood: enraged (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 15th, 2008
10:40 pm	Swim, just swim... Periodically, I feel like I just don't get it. And by it, I mean life in general. Usually this feeling is accompanied by an overwhelming loss of competative drive. 9 times out of 10 I want to win. Even if it's flipping a coin... when I say "heads" I'm expecting that it will come up heads. Well, I'm kind of over it. These last few weeks I haven't really seen the point. Potentially it's because I'm in a slump. Actually, being in a slump probably accounts for all of it. Or maybe it's the fact that I really want to take a vacation (or even a stay-cation, as the price of gas has me feeling fuckin broke). Either way, the day to day bullshit is killing me. Fuck it. I'm going to bed. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 9th, 2008
10:47 pm	Another one bites the dust. So I went to a wedding this past weekend. My buddy Dave got married. At one point one of the bridesmaids made the joke "Dave, it's about time." It kind of bothered me a little bit. Mostly, because it was their wedding day - who gives a fuck if they were together 3, 4, 5, or 8 years? I have faith in the fact that for them, it's going to work. And it was their day to celebrate their relationship. We were just the guests. They didn't need to invite us, or need to ask us to take part in the wedding. But they did, and for that we should feel blessed and honored, and show respect for them, and for their relationship. "It's about time" What exactly does that mean? Is there a set timeline when someone is suppossed to get married? I don't know, maybe there is. Maybe people are suppossed to get married as soon as they figure out that they're compatable. Like I said... I don't know what this "It's about time" is all about. Some people don't get married. Is that a big deal? Everything in the "suppossed to" about life is setup from a cultural standpoint so that we have an organized society with structure, and that structure keeps the society going. If we lived in a word where everyone fucked like pornstars, didn't get married, and didn't have kids, then we wouldn't exactly be around long. Are people who are on welfare and just popping out kids to get a bigger check, and are married so that the gov't pays them even more, really benefitting society? Can't we pay them more to get married and have the surgery needed so they STOP having kids? I'd be okay with that. Obviously, there's a "having kids" undertone to this rant. Kristen and I ARE NOT expecting. We feel like we're not really close to the "let's have kids" point. But with Dave being the last one on deck (I don't count my buddy Bill as on deck, as he's just entering a series relationship) I feel like some pressure is going to get put on, with the "Watty, when are you guys going to have kids?" questions, and it bothers me. Is there a set time (well, biologically speaking, there is) when we're suppossed to have kids? Why would you ask us to have kids? Are you asking because you're thinking about your happiness, or ours? Why would you assume that what worked for you in your life, is going to work for us in ours? I'm defensive, b.c something inside of me feels like I should be ready to have kids. And I don't know what it means that I'm not, and I'm not really fucking sure I feel like figuring that out right now. There's enough shit in my life that I can't figure out... why throw another log on that inferno? Fuck. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 29th, 2008
8:27 pm	That kid's a weirdo... Sometimes when I reread my own old posts, the first thought that comes to mind is "wow, what the fuck is wrong with that kid?" Too funny... (Comment on this)
Monday, April 28th, 2008
10:33 pm	The Kinky Wizards One thing that they never tell you when you sign-up for anything in life, is that it's never really like the thing you thought you were signing up for. Maybe that's the point. Or maybe the point is that we shouldn't go into things with lofty (or any) expectations. But sometimes, you really can't help but to say "fuck". When I was a kid (read: like 10 years ago) I thought the when I was all grown up I'd be like one of those dudes in the movies - living in a bachelor pad esque apartment, with cinder blocks and boards making up shelves that would hold an enormous record (yes, record) collection, and I'd be really into really fuckin good music, and know a lot about really fuckin good music, and I'd live someplace wicked cool, and I'd love my job (but not in an "I work my life away" kind of love, more of an "I like what I do between 9am and 5pm and appreciate that it doesn't give me stress and I can leave at 5pm everyday and go do something cool"), and I'd just be content and happy. Does anybody really live like that? And the friends of mine who do live like that... can I hit them? Should I hit myself because I still think about shit like that at 31? fuck. Dude my shit's not like that at all. I live in a 1 story ranch style house in the middle of fuckin nowhere VT, with a 15 month old Malamute (who has major right hip problems already) and my wife (whom I'm convinced hates me... but not in anything more than a "hey we've been together 13 and a half years" kind of hate (which is just weird, but I think somewhat unavoidable for anyone who's been together 13 and a half years)), with a basement that flooded 3 weeks ago that I'm still not convinced is completely dried out, an exterior that I can't get to look cool no matter how much time I put into it (read: longer than 2 hours), and I work in a job that sometimes drains my life away in an industry that's suppossed to be cooler than a fucking fan (don't believe the hype), making less than what I should be making, without even as much as an iPod (wife has it, while she's traveling for work) and I don't even have half of my cds on it... and only 1 Beatles album at that (at least it's Sgt. Pepper). I don't know. Maybe it's true, and the fantasies really don't ever deliver. But shit, the fantasies are what get you to sign-up in the first place. Maybe it is just the simple things, like being able to brush your teeth, which I can't do tonight because Hunter ate my fucking tooth brush while I was at work. No really: I can't brush my teeth... because my dog chewed the shit out of my tooth brush. Was that in the fine print? Namafuckingste... (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 12th, 2007
9:37 pm	Not understanding me Am I the only one who sees pictures of other people having fun and thinks "Fuck... how come I'm not having that much fun?" Probably said better another way, am I the only 31 year old who sees pictures... I work like 55 hours a week, drive 30 minutes each way to work, have a shoulder injury that's keeping me from playing ultimate this week, and have a ten month old puppy that I feel responsible for shaping into a well behaved and well mannered adult dog. And by "be responsible for" I mean that it's something that I've never done before and even though I have help in doing so, it sometimes freaks me the fuck out and makes me really frustrated. "Hunter, come... HUNTER, come... HUNTER, COME... GOD DAMN PIECE OF SHIT DOG GET THE FUCK OVER H... (this is the point where she runs the other way, and I can't catch her in time to smack her in the face to let her know that she's done something wrong). So maybe, all in all, I'm a little depressed right now. On a completely different note, I've decided that I want to live in a log cabin on the top of a mountain, with an iPod playing constantly, a piece of foam and a sleeping bag and a pillow for a bed, with a woodstove for heat, where friends come over to cook and eat for every meal (even if it's PB&J), and every morning we wake up to a foot of fresh snow. And on a somewhat related note, I've determined that it's impossible to work for a company that's cool, because sooner or later what was cool will stop happening, and fakers will come into the mix, and the company will start to get fucked up, and the people who care will try to make up for it, and then get shit on for the 2% that didn't go right even though they were doing at least one other person's amount of work on top of their own, and the fakers will keep on coming and slacking. FUCK!! And now, sports. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, July 23rd, 2007
9:42 pm	wireless I have to turn in my loaner laptop tomorrow. And thus, I won't be able to post for a little while. Kind of sucks... felt like I might be on to something with the whole: skipping record thing (aka: as adults we desire, and are fixated on, areas of our childhood and adolescent development that we didn't complete). Deep. I know. But think about it. (Comment on this)