Best invention, ever…since latex anyway.

Before I praise all the glory that is the Linksys PLK300 I have to thank my homegirl Carrie Waite for recommending it to me in the first place. So in case you’re wondering what this little piece of awesome is (and you’re too damn lazy to Google it) I’ll tell you…

You know how you move into a new place and you’ve got no place to plug in your ethernet cables unless you want one running across the floor or tacked to the wall(s)? Or maybe you called someone that wanted to charge you a ridiculous amount of money to install said wiring because you’re too chickenshit to get under your house through the crawlspace and do it yourself? Well then this little gadget is the answer. Real simple, you plug one of the boxes into your router and plug the power source directly into the wall and then you connect the other box to another electrical outlet and run a cable from it to the computer you want on the network. You see where I’m going with this? That’s right. It utilizes the electrical wiring in your house instead of using ethernet cable(s) AND it seems to work even better than it did when I had the wire running from my living room to my office. I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty stoked. Now let’s see if I can come home drunk and not trip on any wires. Oh wait, there’s still the whole furniture/shin situation I’m still trying to rectify.

Turning brick walls into doors since 1976.

I’ve been pretty fortunate since I popped out all those years ago minus the whole self-induced head trauma over the years. It’s amazing what a beating ones head can take after a lightning strike and a windshield (two separate occasions). Sure every time I walk by a microwave I piss myself and forget my name for an hour but the way I see it…it’s a small price to pay to be alive. Ok, so maybe THAT doesn’t really happen unless there’s whiskey involved but I’m sure if you were to spend an hour or two with me you’d be able to pick out my faults or ticks fairly quickly. Maybe not. I dunno. What I do know is that life growing up around my house was awesome. My parents are the most non-conservative, conservative Republicans I know. They taught my brother, sister and I good ethics and manners then let us run free and become who it is we’ve become today. Sure they don’t agree with everything we do or believe in but they also never judge us. That kind of mentality is why I have the tolerance I do. Sure, it’s mixed in with my father’s Irish temper but at the end of the day you’re more likely to get a high-five from me than a punch in the throat. Why? Because life’s too short to give a shit about the little things. Hell, it’s too short to waste time for that matter.

I spread myself out pretty thin. Between work deadlines, fixing computers, freelancing, playing in two bands and working on my new house – I pretty much have just enough time left over to share it with a handful of people. Some are old, some are new but ALL of them know who they are. I don’t take a single one of them for granted and in return, I have people I know I can trust and call at 3am when I’m locked-up or broken down on the side of the road or just need to talk to. Well lately, I’m totally coo-coo for cocoa puffs. Take that as you will but needless to say, good things are on the horizon and no I’m not talking about the Miami trip in a couple weeks. I actually just threw up in my mouth a little bit just thinking about it. Great…

…where am I?

NEW St. Creede Homebrew – Bottle Labels

Two dear friends of mine got married a few months ago so I made a couple labels for the homebrew my old roommate (P of St. Creede Brewery) made to give them as a wedding gift. Both came out very delicious (the beer, not the labels, I’m not THAT self-indulgent).

DC Almost Killed Me

Most people visit our nation’s capital for the history lesson(s), see the sights and tour the museums. Me? I went to get tattooed, go to concerts, mingle with comedians, go bass fishing and drink too much. What can I say? I’m a traditionalist.

Sap Happens

Sometimes I park in front of my house, sometimes I park in the backyard. It’s nice having options until the big tree in the front yard pisses all over your ‘just washed’ car. No I don’t mean it unzipped it’s trunk and went to town all like, “hey car – here’s my piss!”. I’m referring to the hot summer sap that drips from the big ass trees down here in sunny St. Petersburg.