A good laugh or a good cry

Have been feeling down lately.
Don’t ask why; I don’t really know.
A lot of frustration and rage has seeped into my life over the past few weeks, insinuating itself into my core.
I do not know why this should be. I really have nothing to be angry or upset about. I am healthy, had a roof over my head, and money to eat. Sure, I don’t have a lot of money, but I can keep myself fed and still have enough to go out and play with my friends.
I need a good laugh or a good cry, but so far I have had neither.
This too shall pass and soon enough I’ll be back to my old loveable, if grumpy, self.
In the meantime, here’s a song.


It’s been a while

I haven’t written on this thing in almost a year, if not longer.
I am not exactly sure why, but I think it’s mostly because I was getting bored with it as I did not feel that I had a whole lot to write about.

The Sharks? This season and postseason were let downs and not very interesting to me so I cannot imagine what it would have been like for the people reading this messy thing I call my blog.

Life? Well, life just isn’t all that interesting. Sure I live in a small town in the Czech Republic, which is, admittedly, a bit of an adventure, but overall my life is pretty mundane. I sleep, I eat, I work, I drink beer, I fool around on the Internet. Sometimes I go on tips. I read. I dabble in writing. Bla bla bla.

So not a whole lot to write about, and not a whole lot of inspiration to find something to write about.

And a good friend of my killed himself last September. I took it hard. Got depressed (like really really depressed, as if this had happened while this was playing as it happened) and didn’t really want to write about that.

I’m not so depressed anymore, but I think I am still trying to process his death. I have a feeling it will be quite a long process, and one which I am not exactly looking forward to.

Umm…let’s see…went to Prague last weekend and hung out with some friends. There was beer and food and walking and general fun all around. I don’t get down there as much as I would like, but that’s where that whole ‘life’ thing comes back around to bite us in the ass and keep us from going where we want when we want. Or maybe it’s ‘we’ who do it to ourselves. Or maybe it’s a combination of the two, or depends on the person. Maybe it doesn’t matter. I’m going with that last one. Oh right, Prague…

I walked around the Troja area by the river and the Zoo. It was beautiful, green and lush and quiet. I asked my friend more than a few times if she was sure we were still in Prague. I was just being a smartass of course, but it seriously did feel as if we had wandered into the forest, kind of like Central Park, a nice green area somewhere in the city.

There is also a Chateau on the trail. We walked around the garden and on the steps but we did not go inside because neither one of us felt like paying, but to be fair we didn’t even go in to see how much it was or if there was an entry fee at all cause that’s how we roll.
There’s also a hedge maze at the palace. We poked our heads in but didn’t delve too far; the wind was kicking up and the rain was on its way. Plus, we were in need of refreshment.

Here is a wikipedia article about the chateau.

And here are a few pictures I took. My touch does not have the greatest quality, but it does the job all right.(Thanks again for the present, sister o mine.)

And we saw some Cygnets but I didn’t get any pictures of them because I was too lazy.

That’s all for now. I do not know if this post signals a return to blogging for me or not. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.


While reading the game day thread for the Sharks versus the Predators over at Fear the Fin today (the Sharks won on an overtime goal by Marleau. YAY MARLEAU!!!!!!!!) I came across this picture.

Yes, that is a cheeseburger with donuts for the buns. It is called a Luther Burger and masters of the universe help me it looks kind of intriguing and I have a strange desire to try one. Sure, it looks disgusting and there is absolutely no way it has any redeeming nutritional value (except maybe the protein from the burger, but there are better, non-artery clogging ways to meet our daily dietary protein needs), but I would bet that it tastes surprisingly delicious. Salty and sweet tend to go together, and this burger appears to have both in spades, especially when bacon and cheese are added.

I don’t think I could eat a whole one though, whether or not I wanted to. One bite, just a taste of decadence would be more than enough for me and even then only to satiate the once in a blue moon cravings I get for something completely unhealthy and greasy and all around gross. It’s not that I eat super healthy all of the time, but for the most part I try to eat mostly right. I eat a lot of fruit and vegetables as well as nuts. Of course I also have those days where I’ll make this with twice the amount of sausage, but even then I try to accompany it with some kind of vegetable dish. I don;t eat a lot of candy or sweets but I have been known to crush a half liter of ice cream no problem. And I drink a lot of beer. The point is, I try to eat healthy and I usually do, but every once in a while the desire for something so outrageous and and vomit inducing takes hold in me and I think the Luther Burger would be an excellent choice to satisfy such cravings.

But since donuts and hamburgers are kind of hard to come by in the Czech Republic I don’t have to worry about actually trying one, and I bet by the time I return to the States and have a chance to taste this silent assassin I will have forgotten completely about it.

Role Playing, How I Missed Thee

Recently a friend of mine asked me to participate in a role-playing game via email. I was hesitant at first as I had never done anything like that before and was not sure about how it would work and then there was the matter of time, or rather, lack of. Yes, I am just like everyone else in the world–I have a lot to do and just not enough time to get it done. And I was sure that a RPG by email set up would eat a lot of time, what with all the reading and typing that would be required. Still, it had been years since I’d role played anything other than a video game character and the idea sounded interesting so I figured I would give it a shot.

I will not bore you with the details of the game as I understand how off-putting it can be when some nerd starts to talk about the sweet ass campaign their Marshal is running for them, but I will say this–my friend the Marshal is running one hell of a sweet ass campaign right now.

Well, I was right that it is taking up a lot of time. I am not complaining, however because the other players know what they are doing (I kind of do, but I am still learning and I’m probably annoying some people, but hey, it would be like that if we were in the same room talking trash and slinging dice–learning and annoying other players are all an essential part of any rpg. ) and it has been quite enjoyable thus far, and if it means I spend less time watching stupid Youtube videos or reading about the San Jose Sharks online, then that is okay. The chances of me being at my computer and online are quite high. In fact, I am glad that it is taking up some time because that means the story and character interactions intrigue me, and I am eager to see where everything is headed. Time commitment and my enjoyment of events in the game thus far aside, the element of the game which has really struck me is the format, or how the game is played.

The format, different and new as it is to mean, lends itself to creativity and the honing of expression through writing. We play via email which means that we have to be able to paint a picture with words so that the others in the group can understand just what the hell is going on, but at the same time, too much text or description muddles the page and makes things and events sometimes hard to follow. A delicate balance must be struck between too much description and too little. Plus there is the matter of the Marshal and what he allows/disallows. But, it has started to tickle the writing part of my brain, and I have found myself writing more. Just not here on the blog. I’ve been working on something somewhere else. That piece is progressing nicely now, but probably would not even exist if I my friend had not invited me to play in his group.

So Slash, if you’re reading this, thanks again for the invite and to any others in the group who might read this I’m looking at one of you, but I leave it up to you to identify yourself, reveal your not so secret identity as a comics and games nerd, sorry, connoisseur.

And to everyone else, thanks for reading and commenting if you did. I hope you found this somewhat entertaining or interesting. And if you didn’t, why the hell did you read to the end? This is the internet, there’s always porn you could be watching.