Friday, September 28, 2012

I haven't posted in forever.

Does anyone really read blogs anymore?

Yeah, I didn't think so...

Anyway, try this drink...I love it!

The Miami Vice - I discovered this drink at a Columbian food restaurant in Patchogue. Once a month we go out to dinner with friends and I like to try different food and get all "fancy" with what I drink.

Like I said, it's once a month...I'm doing something different than I would normally do.

Blah Blah blah...

So the Miami Vice has:

  • Malibu
  • Absolut Citron
  • Peach Schnapps
  • Blue Caracao
  • Sour mix
I put in a shot of the first four ingredients and then 4 ounces of Sour mix. Sometime I put in 7-Up...

It's fucking good and it will have you feeling all toasty real quick!


Pleased to meat you,


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Wednesday Nugget

Weather: Steady rain with slight wind
Mood: Slightly cranky with a chance of anger outbursts, followed by partial cheer

Music sucks...well Rock music in general any way. I want to rock the night away and discover that cool new band that just tweaked my nipples, but sadly the only thing with a good beat is dance/hip hop. The chicks are hotter in that genre, but it does not fill my needs, wants, and desires. Modern rock music disappoints...

Self publishing...I have a fairly good grasp on the process. I had planned on publishing other new authors this year, but marketing and promotion has so far eluded my grasp. I don't feel confident enough at this time to bring on clients. I don't think it would be fair to bring them on, create a nice looking book, only to have it fizzled because no one knows about it. I am no P T Barnum...I'm no great promoter. Until that happens I'm holding off...

I'm am looking forward to Father's Day though. Hopefully we get some good family time in...or at least a couple of cold beers while stretched out on the hammock.

Pleased to meat you,


Saturday, May 12, 2012

Forts: Endings and Beginnings by Steven Novak

 Part three of the Forts trilogy was just as expected...AWESOME!  There's something about non-stop action and excitement that just gets my blood pumping...and that's cool. There are a lot of writers who can put together some good battles scenes or an epic battle or two, but the real key to making it sizzle is that you also have to care about the characters. No one cares if characters die that you don't give a rats ass about. Author Steven Novak makes you care about these characters. I would say that he makes you care about these "people", but seeing that only a some of them are human it just wouldn't fit. From the first page of the first book through the last page of this book there is a certain personal vibe that resonates throughout the story. While I wouldn't say that I cried when certain characters died. I mean, being a man and all I don't have tear ducts, but there was definitely a sense of loss when characters perished. This is the mark of a brilliant author.

If there had to be one, Endings and Beginnings is the perfect ending to this series. I loved it and highly recommend that you read all three books.

If there is a bad part to this book it's the fact that it hasn't been made into a movie, but if it ever does then look out Avengers! 

Links to Steven's awesomeness:

and as always...

Pleased to Meat You,


Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Home Sweet Home

I think that it was Vince Neil who eloquently said, "You can never go home again."

On this seasonably awesome spring day as I read about a meth lab that was uncovered in the town where I was born and raised I can't help but to can never really go home again.

However, I do hold some memories that time and distance can never erase. Aside from my friends and family it's some of these memories that I often miss. Things like:

- Spending the entire day fishing. Whether it was sitting on my bucket down at the river, positioning myself on a "comfy" boulder lakeside, or plopped in a lawn chair at the beach I always had a good time. Maybe I filling the bucket with perch, sunfish, bluegill, crappie, or smallmouth bass (or sometimes nothing at all), whatever it was I always remember it being fun and peaceful. The best times of my life were spent fishing with my cousin Jack during the summer or with my dad on father's day.

- Saturday nights...nothing beats the sights, sounds, and smells of racing. Too many good times to remember were spend at race tracks around central New York.

- The music scene...there was always a semi-decent band to check out...or a house party where someone would be rocking an acoustic guitar.

- The joy of petting the many puppies that roamed the hillsides. Ok, that never happened, but it does sound nice...

As always...

Pleased to Meat You,


Thursday, March 1, 2012

I Missed The Train

So the young chaps in my office were again quoting lines from movies. I can rarely guess what movies they are talking about. One, because movies and I are like a random act of gratification in which I am completely on board during the shenanigans, but as soon as it is over it's all forgotten about except for the price of admission. Two, I just don't care.

They were quoting lines from the movie Blazing Saddles. One guy proclaimed that Mel Brooks was amazing.

Warning: please read everything before you doth judgeth what I said next...

I simply stated that "Mel Brooks is lame."

Oh yeah, I'm the guy who said that Mel Brooks is lame.

But hear me out...

I put the comedy of Mel Brooks in a list of things that the rest of the world LOVES and, while I can respect that, I just don't get it. I don't get it. I missed the train on understanding the awesomeness. As much as I want to get in and shout praises I just can't. I really enjoy History of the World Part I. Classic comedy movie! But I found the rest of his movies just OK. I enjoyed Space Balls, but only because I like Star Wars and I was supposed to then like Space Balls. Blazing Saddles was nice and had it's moments, but it doesn't move me the way The Breakfast Club and the rest of the 80s cheezy movies did. Give me a Sunday of "16 Candles" and "Can't Buy Me Love" and I'll be calling the doctor for an erection that has lasted more than 16 hours.

With that in mind I give you an incomplete list of things that the rest of the world loves, but as much as I want to also love it I don't understand it so there is no love (longest list name ever???)

  1. Mel Brooks movies
  2. Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, The Doors, and 90% of The Beatles catalog
  3. Wine
  4. Vampires
  5. Harry Potter
  6. Soccer, Lacrosse, Rugby, Basketball (GO SU!!!)
  7. Road Courses (think NASCAR, Indy cars, F1, yadda yadda yadda...) It's OK for motorcycles and off road trucks in the dirt though
  8. Coupons
  9. Recycling
  10. Ninjas (Pirates RULE!)
  11. Monty Python (sorry, had to sneak that one in at the end...There is something about English based comedy that I don't understand...except for Benny Hill, but he always had scantily clad women around him so I was all over that kind of comedy)

Do with this list what you will, but do not hate me. I have very few friends as it is. Instead feel sorry for me and wonder what could have been...

As always...

Pleased to Meat You,


Wednesday, February 15, 2012

IT Guy Says:

Asking you to open Internet Explorer and to go to a certain web site is NOT equal to entering that address into a Google search and telling me the first two pages of results.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

My First Job

My first real job was a summer job when I was 17. It was a sweet six week gig working for city. While I had hoped and prayed that I would get assigned to one of the Little League fields to  I was instead given Park Monitor status at a local playground.

Basically I got to sit out in the sunshine with three girls my age and "run" the park. We were supposed to have games, contests, arts & crafts, and good stuff like that. Instead we gave the prizes (cheap red ribbons) to the assorted rug rats and let them hash out the details of creating their own fun.

When I received my first check I promptly took a "long lunch" (i.e. left for the afternoon and did not return). I walked downtown and bought myself a pair of $100 gray leather cowboy boots. I loved those damn boots and wore them as often as possible. For the record, they will not allow you to play kickball in the gym with boots on.

The worst part were the kids.

There was one kid, Jesse, who I always felt sorry for. We were basically his only friend and his mother's built in babysitters. His backyard connected to the playground. He would get up in the morning and bring his milk/cereal to the park.

Up next...job #2...any guesses what it might have been?

As always...

Pleased to meat you,