KyleKyle’s Blog

I can’t deny that I’ve been called emotionless on more than one occassion. You might say I’ve spent a lifetime teaching myself how to subdue some of the more painful and human emotional responses in favor of a nice even approach to the world. Hard to have a bad day when it’s hard to feel bad. This hasn’t exactly been helping me with my relationship however, and I really that bothers me.  I’m going to try something that was suggested to me; I’m going to writing. Writing is one of those ways I’m able tot tap into my more emotional side. Maybe if I’m able to exercise that part of me on a more regular basis it will grow big and healthy and strong.  So I’m going to blog from time to time under the category of ‘emoticons’, and these bits of word will be my attempts at tapping into some kind of emotional stimulation.

I think for my first attempt at riding this bicycle I’m going to try something very simple.  I’m going to try and get at a little annoyance. I’m going to talk about fruit flies. I assume they were initially carried up to my house by larger flies leaving the stank hole Chinese restaurant down below our apartment. They entered through our open, welcoming windows and found supplies galore. They found glider dishes full of half eaten treats. They found my oft messy kitchen full of unwashed, food encrusted dishes. They found bits of animal pooey, delicious! They also found something similar to the regeneration ship the cylons used in Battlestar Galactica. It was a rotting bag of potatoes that I did not realize existed, a bag that would allow the flies to spawn limitless numbers in a secret location. Fuckin’ flies man. Flies love to take part in an advantageous situation. So they bred and bred and bred. About a week later, you couldn’t approach the sink during daytime without being overwhelmed by a nasty black cloud of fruit flies. Gehghghgg! I got very very annoyed. I went out and bought fly strips. I went out and bought more fly strips. I forced myself to consume cheap orange soda from a 2 liter for the first time in years in order to use the soda container to create a fly trap I read about on the internet. I did the dishes obsessively. I forced the gliders to be cleaner. I bought 2 fly swatters and ran around the house like a madman swatting every fly I could get near. My walls are still covered in little red smears of blood where I crushed those flies. And yet they didn’t lessen.  SO ANNOYING. Gah. I was contemplating an electric fly zapper mechanism when I accidentally located their battlestation/ressurection ship. It was underneath the sink in a pool of black stank. And there were flies ALL OVER the goddamned thing. I killed them all. Now the fly problem is slowly dieing out and I am satisfied. But in the spirit of emotion, I’m paying homage to the manic obsession that overcame me and caused me to run around the house with 2 fly swatters batting at the walls like a madman. Though I was good at supressing it, in the heat of battle it was impossible to hide that feeling of futility in the face of such staggering numbers. Well fought you bastardly flies.

It’s actually February 16th at this point, way beyond St. Valentine’s day proper, but the sentiment still remains! I’ve continued to be incredibly silent on the blogging front for a rather long long time. This is partly due to laziness, and partly do to the fact that all news-worthy news centers around my new girlfriend, who refuses to be talked about in blogs. But I’m throwing off her yoke of censorship and tyranny for a short time to express my holiday feelings! I HAD AN AWESOME ST. VALENTINE’s DAY! I said it! There was a picnic with cucumber sandwhiches, spinach dip, and a bottle of juice that exploded all over me.  Later she took me to see the live version of Cinematic Titanic, a newer incarnation of Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Phenomenal. We had the greatest time.  Jenny is basically the coolest girlfriend of all time, and she knows it too. I was just telling her earlier this evening that she’s returned all kinds of inspiration to me. I’m taking pictures again. I’m cooker more than ever. Soccer is more exciting to me than its been for a while. Work isn’t so bad when she texts me. I think I will stop there for now, but I hope there will be plenty more to write about in the future. And maybe some pictures too!

I dropped the ball after new years. I had swore to myself I would continue to write, but a passing whirlwind grabbed hold of me and still hasn’t quite let go. I’m beginning to find my feet again however. The whirlwind, which has been confirmed to not be passing, has told me I’m not allowed to talk about her in this blog yet. So you won’t hear about her here. Sorry!

Derek, Cassidy and I had another amazing dinner at Goemon’s the other night. We ate lots, they all drank lots, and plenty of talk was had. Goemon’s is indeed the best sushi restaurant in existence. We always feel at home and welcomed there, the sushi is great, the specials are usually good, and the more you order, the more the free goodies begin to pile up. Its also very important to have a boys night now and again. Especially when things are so dramatic! I seem to have lost my words… more later!

Quick writings while I wait for ‘da boys.’

I’m totally paying off my Credit Card tommorow. I totally made over $200 twice in a row at work, meaning I am a month ahead of schedule. Huzzah!

Bones, the show, is retarded.

Legend of the Seeker, the show, is retarded.

Matt was able to hang for one late night yesterday. We stayed up until the wee hours a’gigglin. Miss that feller something terrible.

2 Ben & Jerries pints for $7 is rediculously broken.

http://www.failblog.com = Hilarious

Cassidy announced to me last night that he has perfected his ‘mexican butt tackle’ sex maneuver. True story.

I will be writing a whole host of New Year’s resolutions in the next few days. Stay tuned!

Maybe should have gone to the BaGG New Year’s party tonight but SOMEBODAY didn’t tell me they were going until a few hours ago; SOMEBODAY is slightly excused however, because she totally seduced for the win yesterday. Instead I’m rolling with ‘da boys’ tonight, to some sort of schindiggery in San Rafael. Jessica and I both have to open Harvey’s tommorow, a punishment he created for us because himself and I to be the least hungover. Win.

See you all next year!

Sailing, sailing, jumping off the railing!
Drinking, drinking ’till the ship is sinking!
Gambling, stealing, lots of sex-appealing!
Come, let us sing the sailor-song…

Well not quite, but you get the general idea. After soccer today, Nick suggested we take his boat out… so we did! Used Pete’s 1960 Thunderbird to do the travelling, and every single tourist in Sausalito took a photo of us cruising. The bay was cold and the wind was scanty, but we cruised to Angel Island, roasted some sausages, shared some pumpkin bread from my mother, and generally had a swell time. We took some very hot pictures, including some of me being awesome savior of the day tillar man. Enjoy!

… So no Christmas dessert for me. I suppose it saves me a few extra Christmas pounds, probably to the chagrin of my grandmothers who both claim I am lacking in that department. It isn’t like I don’t try or anything. I eat plenty. For breakfast I ate something around 7 cinnamon rolls. Mostly because I was messing with my brother and I was determined to eat every delicious roll my brother selected and placed on his plate (though I did give Jenn one) . It took him 7 tries throughout breakfast before he realized he could not counter my subterfuge; He elected to grab one and stuff the whole thing in his mouth. I win?

People often have trouble understanding the dynamic that exists in our family. Especially at holidays. We talk nasty. Christmas breakfast discussion was kind of like a round robin event. Every had their chance to be singled out and embarassed. For example: When we discussed my mother, we mimed her proposed fisting methods and talked about her love of scissoring. We pointed out Melanie’s whorey attitude towards anyone who might tickle her, labeling her the tickle tramp.  We discussed Nate’s family record loss of virginity. You’ll never know what was said about me, so don’t ask.  We had so much fun. When I left last night, my mom told me that she always looks forward to the six of us eating together, essentially they are the best parts of her year. But it gets better. I may be the most outwardly dirty person in our group of six, but I am definitely not the winner in our family at large. That honor is split amongst my mother’s sisters. Even when I’m in top form, they are skilled enough to turn me red in a single moment. This is good though. Sterile families can be so boring.

It was a pretty light Christmas from every angle. Nobody has the monies! I purchased presents for everyone from Threadless, but they didn’t arrive till 6pm Christmas Eve, long after my sister and I had tired of waiting and left. They’ll have to be given out later. I did buy myself the most amazing Cerberus hoodie. It is so awesome, albeit a little on the thin side. Whatevs! Jenn and I went and visited with my dad’s side on Christmas eve. St. Nick smiled on us and we did not encounter my father, so the evening was a smashing success. I’ve only met my nephew Jarred 3 times in the course of 8 years, so I spent a while letting him beat me at Madden on the Wii. Christmas day was spent as I discussed before, at my mother’s house. We had plenty of fun. Dinner was spent at my aunt’s and then I left before dessert so I could catch the right bus. Dessert was tagged and bagged for me, but it didn’t make it past the tortoise. Too many hugs and goodbyes. All in all, a very nice Christmas.

As a sort of assistance to my sister, and her Christmas present / payback for Eddie Izzard, I’ve arranged with my sister for the building of a bicycle. She has a boy who runs a bike shop, and well. She’s going to get him to help. so hurrah for that. But mostly importantly, this bicycle relates to a sort of epiphany we had together driving towards Healdsburg. I was telling her how I wish i had a car at times, because all my free time would be well spent camping and hiking. And then she hit me with the bomb: Why not go bike camping? My response was a confused lightbulb sort of exclamation. Is that even possible? How do I do it? Smack the flux capacitor and gun it to 88?  Duh! I can’t believe I never before considered using a bicycle to go camping. There are so many great spots in the area. Well, as soon as I get up to speed on bicycle riding, I’m going to do it. Rain or shine!

Merry Christmas everybodies!

I don’t know if this is really the sort of thing to be blogged about. But it’s sort of fascinating. So the Cheeblies (finches) passed. And because it was raining, I just wrapped them each in a paper towel, left them in the cage, and covered the whole cage with a blanket. I was going to bury them at a later date when it wasn’t raining. This morning, I found feathers scattered all over the floor in the living room. I checked the cage, no mas bird bodies. APPARENTLY, the gliders got their grubby little hands on the towel edges, pulled them to the bars, fished out the finch bodies, yanked them through the bars, and then proceeded to run rampant through the house with them. Now is the time we found out whether gliders are more similar to cats or ferrets. Ferrets hide their treasure. Cats leave you presents. Gliders….? I would be horrified right now if I wasn’t so shocked and amused at their tenacity and my naivete. I’m going to have to watch them tonight and see if they try to start round two of the finch party.

First and foremost, it is my unhappy duty to report that the Cheeblies (the Zebra finch pair) past away yesterday evening. The circumstances are curious and difficult to believe. They were fine when I put them to bed the previous night, and certainly alive before Cassidy and I went to the Arsenal game on Sunday. We came home, and the smaller cheeb was dead, while the other cheeb was convulsing. They were side by side in the food bowl. Perhaps there was some foreign agent in the food. I’m going to go out and bury them tonight. Their friendly chirping will be missed. It’s shocking to me, but I have no pictures with which to commemorate them. I hate taking pictures through cage bars though, which probably explains why I never bothered. Bye cheebs! We miss you!

Moving forward, the Chelsea game was a heartbreaker. John Terry received a straight red card and had to walk. No hard feelings here, he could have hurt that boy; However, it took a game we were commanding and turned it into a bit of a struggle. We’ve missed yet another opportunity to take the lead in the league, and it will probably be the last chance we get for some time.

I finally got around to uploading all the pictures I’ve taken in 2008 thus far. Scanty few compared to 2007. I’ll link a few here at the bottom. Thats it for now from me!

I spent a grinding day at my computer table fixing all the blog bits that had fallen into disrepair from my laziness! Fiiiiiiinally. And then I took it a step further, and upgraded everything. Seriously! We are now Twitter enhanced…. every post gets ‘tweeted’,  twittered onto Facebook. Additionally, every post now gets crossposted to Myspace, Tribe, and Livejournal. Hax indeed! I have achieved social networking saturation  like I never thought was possible. Deliciously annoying. I sped up the website significantly as well using all sorts of caching bits. Load times finally feel somewhat acceptable.  We’ll see how it goes. This little blog is basically a test of the system. I’m too tired to have any rational thought…

Although, I did have some goat curry from the indian place around the corner, and it was yummy. I’ll totally be ordering that again and again.

The next several days are going to be terribly busy I suspect. Christmas time always throws me for a big loop. There’s soccer to be watched and played, important persons driving into town, grandparents to be seen, dinner to be had with sides of the family I haven’t had dinner with in ages. We’ll see how it goes. I promise I will be writing alot more now that everything is squared away, and so much more fun and accessible! Huzzah!

It’s true! I spent the majority of last night making dick & head shaped cookies with Tanith. A little project that we will hopefully finish tommorow. But tonight, 2 swell events! Going with the boys to the end of the year soccer party, then moving on solo to Tanith’s Bday event. I’m feeling good things about tonight, and next weekend as well… maybe iz because Chelsea won their 11th away game in a row and set a new record? Awesome sauce.

Funde Razor is on Wednesday. i suspect I’ll be making an ass of myself at Rock Band.