My absence from posting has been alarming even for myself. I had no idea I've been slacking so hard. The steady hum of a wasted summer has fooled me into complacency; no more I say.
I have managed to pull myself up and out of my mid-summer slump by the old boot straps, and I look forward to a valuable rest of the way out. The posts are going to flow like the salmon of Capistrano migrate (Dumb and Dumber allusion) and a general upsmanship in all facets of life shall take place. If anyone is interested in enjoying my new "Seize the Summer" campaign, let me know. Activities will include trips to the springs, beach and Lake Wauburg (the Crypton to my Superman) as well as light evening wine drinking, music listening, aggressive reading, conversationalism, competitive sports and much, much more.
This very evening I plan on going to Friday Night Lights at our very own Ben Hill Griffin Stadium. There, I will eat free BBQ while taking in the sights of our state's greatest high school football prospects. Afterwards, I am planning to go to the Downtown Community Plaza for some live bluegrass and folk music. If all goes to plan, a brief midtown trip may be in order.
This is how the rest of the summer is going to go down people; no more bullshitting around. I've got a life to live damn it, and the summer time is no time at all to sulk. It's a time to get funky.
Keep jukin'.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Engagements, Rome and the Titillating Feeling of Perpetual Boredom and Excessive Melancholy
Well sports fans, it has been one helluva stretch run. As we pound out the remainder of this god forsaken summer of our lord, two-thousand and eight, I can't help but reflect on these "glory" days.
As if I needed to be reminded of the extent of my immaturity, one of my most very special good friends got engaged to be married quite recently. He waited for the best possible moment and unleashed a surprise "will you marry me," the likes of which, we will probably never again see. The two are going to make a wonderful pair and have a happy and fulfilling life together to look forward to. As a bonus, they will probably pump out a series of All-Pro offensive tackles in the next 30 years or so. I am estimating that their male children will probably be about 6'8" and weigh 340 lbs. They will be insanely agile for their size, with plenty of natural athleticism to boot. I am ecstatic for these two young love birds and look forward to their wedding next spring.
Aside from love being in the air for some, this summer has been shit. Remember when you were a child and summers were awesome because you knew how to be imaginative and constructively occupy your time? When did they stop being fun? When did not having anything to do become a burden instead of a warm slice of heaven? I am a firm believer in living in the now and appreciating the moment, but for God's sake, I feel like I'm really grasping at straws. Time has seemingly slowed; interest in everything has waned; I can't even sit still happily and contently during the journey through this endless abyss of hot air, boredom and sports sabbatical. Good day to you all. I hope you are enjoying your summers more than me.
As if I needed to be reminded of the extent of my immaturity, one of my most very special good friends got engaged to be married quite recently. He waited for the best possible moment and unleashed a surprise "will you marry me," the likes of which, we will probably never again see. The two are going to make a wonderful pair and have a happy and fulfilling life together to look forward to. As a bonus, they will probably pump out a series of All-Pro offensive tackles in the next 30 years or so. I am estimating that their male children will probably be about 6'8" and weigh 340 lbs. They will be insanely agile for their size, with plenty of natural athleticism to boot. I am ecstatic for these two young love birds and look forward to their wedding next spring.
Aside from love being in the air for some, this summer has been shit. Remember when you were a child and summers were awesome because you knew how to be imaginative and constructively occupy your time? When did they stop being fun? When did not having anything to do become a burden instead of a warm slice of heaven? I am a firm believer in living in the now and appreciating the moment, but for God's sake, I feel like I'm really grasping at straws. Time has seemingly slowed; interest in everything has waned; I can't even sit still happily and contently during the journey through this endless abyss of hot air, boredom and sports sabbatical. Good day to you all. I hope you are enjoying your summers more than me.
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