Monday, March 16, 2009

Heavy Metal Quilt



The above photo more or less represents my entire wardrobe from 1998-2007. Sadly though, this awesome collection death metal and hardcore t-shirts sits in my closet these days because they no long fit. Since I’ve started exercising not one of these XL sized shirts fits properly and I’ve been really torn over what to do with them. I could probably sell them on eBay or donate them or something, but I really don’t want to lose them. Metal music/culture has easily been the most influential force in my life. Everything from my sense of humor to my outlook on life has been at least partially formed through listening to this music. It still represents the vast majority of the music I listen to and I don’t think that will change. I plan on picking up a few new pieces of metal clothing in the near future but I haven’t been to a show in quite awhile, and as anyone knows, wearing a band shirt not bought at a show makes you a poseur. In the meantime though, I have to put these shirts to good use. They are taking up two giant storage units in my closet, which I don’t have the room for. So after racking my brain for the last few weeks I’ve decided I am going to do the only sensible thing. I will take these blasphemous, loud, offensive t-shirts and turn them into a profane piece of patchwork. I will, within this calendar year, present you with my heavy metal quilt. And ladies, if you’ve ever want to get fucked on a handmade blanket covered with skulls, aborted fetii, disemboweled Jesus’, and piles of zombies with decaying breasts, you finally have a place to turn to. Hail Satan.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

WiFi in the Sky!

I am finally heading back to New York. In fact, I’m currently writing this IN THE SKY! It’s pretty impressive. What is even more impressive, is that they have this airplane rigged with wireless internet, but when the stewardess was getting the movie ready, they opened the compartment to reveal and giant VHS straight out of the early 80’s. It takes up a whole overhead luggage compartment. Mind. Boggling. And sandwiches cost 12 bucks. Outrageous!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Checking In

Hi there, sorry for not writing for so long. The truth is, not much has happened in these last few weeks. I’m going to be in California until the end of February and given my schedule these days (work, gym, sleep, repeat), it doesn’t look like anything exciting will happen until I go back to New York.

There are some notable, if not all that thrilling, developments though: My triathlon training is going well, I can run 6.2 miles consistently in just under 60 minutes. I try and run that distance at least four times a week and haven’t had any problems doing that in past three weeks. By race day I’d like to be able run the distance in about 54 minutes. We’ll see how that goes. Now I need to start focusing on my cycling and swimming. I won’t be able to do any swimming until I get back to the city since I don’t have access to a pool here, but I have been cycling recently and I don’t think the distance (just under 25 miles) will pose any difficulty. I just need to put the hours in and get better at recording my times.

In other news, I am going to Las Vegas this weekend. I’m meeting some friends who are attending a bachelor party. I don’t know the bachelor or if I’m invited to the related activities, but my last experience at a bachelor party involved eating whipped cream out of bleached assholes. With any luck something similar will occur here. It’s been over two months since I’ve gotten laid. I haven’t really thought about it until this week. If you recall, I haven’t had a strong desire to chase tail for a while, but that seems to be changing. Sadly, unless something happens in Vegas it’s unlikely I’ll get to fuck anything but my right hand until March. And interestingly, the girl I lost my virginity to appears to have unblocked me on AIM. Coincidentally, I would really love to fuck her again. Is unblocking someone on AIM an indication that you want to have drunken unprotected sex with them? It certainly is in my world. In the unlikely event that this, or anything else relevant occurs, I will of course keep you updated.

Regards,

E

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Cold Shitter

The most uncomfortable part of my workday has to be poo time. Not because I’m clogged up or suffering from loose stool or anything related to the functionality of my bowels, which, in case you were wondering, operate smoothly and efficiently. But rather, for some awful reason, some person(s) decide to leave the window propped open at all times in the men's restroom. Now, this is San Francisco, so there’s no snow, but it is a rainy and wet 45 degrees this time of year so when I waltz into the bathroom in my casual work attire a fierce chill takes me. It’s almost like jumping into the Atlantic, except this is a bathroom so I can’t shriek and thrash about until I get numb. It’s even worse when I rush myself into the stall and drop my pants to the floor immediately subjecting my ass and genitals to the frigid air and even more frozen toilet seat. I have never taken a colder, more uncomfortable shit in my life and believe it or not, I am actually a veteran of uncomfortable shitting.

I am no longer embarrassed to admit that I am an Eagle Scout and as such I have loosed my bowels in a variety of environments. I’ve taken dumps alongside mighty Redwoods and pooped in the snows of Lake Tahoe. I’ve had to wipe my ass with a wide variety of leaves and detritus and random bits of paper on long backpacking trips. I’ve even unleashed a violent torrent of vomit and feces alongside a desert road in Death Valley while doing battle against an awful bout of food poisoning courtesy of Denny’s.

Once, when I was fourteen, at a Boy Scout camp in the woods of Maine we had a most unfavorable outhouse. It was a four stall wooden structure with a long trough for pissing, all under one roof. Not only did it have that acrid putrescence that is unique to ground holes that are filled with decomposing stool, but it was totally absent of any sunlight. Our Scoutmasters had also told us that raccoon’s breed in dark, foul smelling areas much like our outhouse and feast on any waste that doesn’t make it into the toilet bowl. Needless to say, I was not too eager to expose my barely pubescent buttocks to such a threatening commode. I resolved on the first day to make it through camp without using that bathroom for any purpose. Pissing was easy; we had a lake and hundreds of miles of woods around us within which to bleed our youthful lizards. Shitting, it seemed, would not be a problem. For the first three days of camp I had no need to make. Whether this was because of my conscious desire to stay away from that awful cesspool or because of the distinct lack of fibrous foods in our camp diet I cannot say. I can only say that in the middle of the fourth night, disaster struck. I awoke in an instant and instinctively rushed out of my tent and down the road to the outhouse. I stopped when I reached the latrine. It was even more frightening than I could have fathomed. There was a faint outline of the structure and then the murky dark pitch that paradoxically emanates from within. Having forgotten my flashlight in my haste, I briefly considered shitting on the outside end of the structure closest to the trees, but the problem of wiping was obvious. I bit my lip and rushed into the toilet. I made every effort not to yelp when my bottom hit the toilet seat with an unpleasantly unidentifiable squish and took what was then, and remains, the scariest crap I’ve ever taken.

But even that scary, hygienically questionable bathroom is not nearly as bad as the icy cold shitter in my third floor office building. And every time I sit there shivering on that God-forbidden toilet seat with my hands stuffed into my armpits or tucked tightly next to my scrotum [side-note: cold hands make for awesome hand jobs and/or masturbation] I can’t help but curse my now very fiber dense diet. My hands shake so profusely that just today I dropped a used piece of toilet paper smeared with fecal matter on the floor next to me after I was inspecting it post wipe. I can only imagine the horror my stall neighbor experienced when the slightly wet plopping noise attracted his attention downward, and the ensuing fright that the accompanying growl and quick hand picking up the used toilet tissue created. Who would keep propping that damn window open? I close it every time I use the facility and each and every time I return the awful thing is open again. I suspect this individual has a hairy ass and thus sweats profusely while on the can and possibly also suffers from IBS. Please sir, shave your ass and eat your vegetables, in the interim, I think I need to start wearing a sweater.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

2009

Farewell 2008! It has been a wild and crazy ride for us all. Some people might say that 2008 was a bad year. Sure my father’s cancer came back and he is currently in the hospital in what he calls “unbearable pain.” Maybe the economy is all sorts of awful. War in Iraq, friends dealing with depression, breakups, drama with women, drama with friends, broken foreskin, and other tragedies both personal and global have effected me and just about everyone I associate with. But you know what? Who cares? Selfishly, I think 2008 was one of the best years I’ve had. 2008 is the year that I finally got my ass in shape (still in progress) I got promoted at work, started training for my triathlon, I even began to work on my flexibility in order to be able to suck my own dick (almost there!) 2008 was the year I decided to start this shitty blog! It’s also the year I killed it off, and then brought it back to life. Compared with the January 1, 2008 version of myself, there is no question that the current version wins.

So with that said, what can we expect for 2009? I’ve already talked about my physical training ad nauseam, and that will undoubtedly continue. I’ve also decided to get back into writing. It might be hard to imagine, but in college I studied creative writing and even managed to write some poetry and fiction that didn’t totally suck. I don’t know if I’ll post anything here, but if I write something that isn’t a total waste of your time, you can be sure I’ll make it easily accessible. 2008 was the first time I’ve truly worked hard at anything and I’ve been more than happy with the results. I am going to keep working on things I deem worthwhile and will continue to force all the details down your respective esophagi. Oh, and maybe I’ll write about getting laid again. Stranger things have happened. Happy 2009 jerks.