Dilapidated Zones on the Perimeter

Dilapidated Zones on the Perimeter

The cobwebs cluttered between fingers unattended to during my literary sabbatical have proven burdensome to eradicate.  I’m not exactly sure what has kept me from jamming inconsequential thoughts onto this blog for nearly a year and half.  Sure, the typical excuses exist and are more prevalent and present than a hobo at a liquor store.  Life been busy.  Marriage been busy.  Work done been busy.  Yap, yap, yap…like a broken record.  Truth be told, inspiration seems to have consummated its…

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Hit It and Quidditch

Hit It and Quidditch

Mighty Taco…I see you.  Once again, I’m making my way back up to the frigidly mean streets of Buffalo.  My routinely brief 4-day vacation in Atlanta has come to its unfortunate end yet again (I am on a 10-day-on, 4-day-off work schedule).  For a city that I adore as much as Atlanta, my job has transformed it from the loving wife I spend every night with to the tantalizing skank I frolic and lollygag with on the weekend.  Every other…

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Statute of Dopeness

Statute of Dopeness

Truth be told, I can’t even recall how long it’s been since I’ve last felt the literary gumption to note down anything of inconsequential substance. In all honesty, things done changed quite a bit in my life since I’ve last posted. Unbelievable as it may sound, someone outside of their sane mind actually decided to suffer the unfortunate fate of spending the rest of their life with me. I know…I know…like you, I shudder in sympathy for my significantly better…

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Fabricated Wins from the Cloth of Despair

Fabricated Wins from the Cloth of Despair

As spare time becomes sparse and complacency teeters on the edge of becoming commonplace, very infrequently do I find myself inspired to blog.  Truth be told, the indiscriminate culprit is probably more a haphazard concoction of apathy and ambivalence than anything else. Like I said, recently, I’ve needed great inspiration to fuel any ambition of mine to blog.  That inspiration would be the Dallas Mavericks winning the NBA title…and, more importantly, Dirk Nowitzki finally validating himself as one of the…

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Flowers Out the Wazoo, Drapes Up the Hoo Hah

Flowers Out the Wazoo, Drapes Up the Hoo Hah

What better motivation to blog than when stuck sitting idly by as an Indian wedding proceeds.  Believe you me, an Indian wedding is a spectacle to behold – for those that haven’t ever witnessed it.  After you’ve attended a few, the traditional proceedings can appear borderline cumbersome.  So, when the goblin of monotony annoyingly tickles the brain stem of my attention, I consult alternate methods of entertainment.  The smartphone. Giggidy. All of this weekend’s wedding festivities are taking place in…

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The Checking Account of my Conscience

The Checking Account of my Conscience

Here I am, at 3:04 in the morning, trying to squeeze out every ounce of complacency that I can out of the wintery fresh toothpaste of unemployment.  What has driven me to this inevitable point?  Well…my delusions of professional grandeur have taken a backseat to the unavoidable roadblock of the immediate future.  The financial obligations of the present and near future have propelled me back into the search for an engineering gig.  However, these past 3 months of unemployment have…

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Canas, Tapas, and Bendy Straws

Canas, Tapas, and Bendy Straws

This is a draft I wrote after coming back from my most recent trip to Spain in October of 2009.  It’s been sitting around in my drafts folder for an embarrassing minute.  I guess I just never got around to publishing it…until now. Was I really chowing down a falafel from Maoz in Madrid just over two weeks ago?  Did I have to board the bullet train of time back to the daily grind? Southern Spain.  Beautiful…and…cheap(er).  This marked my…

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Fate Excused my Lackadaisical Approach

Fate Excused my Lackadaisical Approach

You didn’t actually think that I’d accurately predict the outcomes of both conference championship games last weekend…did you?  Being average seems to be the hoodie that fits best over my unintelligible skull.  However…Cutler being knocked out of the game after the 1st series in the 3rd quarter may have had something to do with the outcome in the Bears-Packers game.  Shit…you know damn well that I’ll ride that scapegoat to a photo-finish. However…truth be told, I wouldn’t bet a nickel…

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Knee-Jerk Hyperbole and Effusive Superlatives

Knee-Jerk Hyperbole and Effusive Superlatives

In my opinion, this is the last weekend of legitimate football this NFL season. Championship Weekend. You’d think that Super Bowl weekend holds more significance to me…but it doesn’t.  To me, Super Bowl Sunday is an overhyped concoction of exaggerated media coverage and belabored storylines. I am not a big fan of the two week break between Championship Weekend and Super Bowl Sunday. I can take only so much analysis. More often than not, Super Bowls have failed to live…

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Smoochin’ the Lips of Mediocrity

Smoochin’ the Lips of Mediocrity

Smoochin’ the lips of mediocrity, in my composition book, should be received with an ear deafening crescendo of applause.  I went 2-2 in my NFL Divisional Playoff picks.  Unfortunately, as I alluded to in my last post, I feared that picking the Falcons to win would foreshadow a Packers upset.  An infallible prognosticator I certainly am not.  Heartbreaking as that loss was, consolation was warmly received in a Jets upset of the New England Patties.  As I explained in brief…

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