I was kicked in the face on Tuesday.

This isn't a common thing, nor is it rare. Sort of a now-and-again thing. When I'm in the mood. Or when I'm playing hocked like crap and don't get my head out of the way in time. So, I now sport a pretty rad looking purple with red dots bruise over my left eye. I can see it when I'm looking straight ahead. I keep thinking I have long hair again so I try to brush it away and I end up smacking myself on a tender eye bruise. I feel like a moron EVERY SINGLE TIME.

I'm playing hockey again tonight! Hopefully, I can add another awesome bruise. I've actually got a rad one right now on my left calf. It is shaped like a turtle and is even green. I am thinking about getting a tatoo because its pretty dammed nifty looking.

Okay, not really, but that'd be a pretty fucked up story to tell the tatoo artist right? "Yeah, I got a bruise on my leg that looked like a turtle, now I want to MEMORIALIZE THAT BRUISE FOREVER by having you tatoo it." Yeah, rad.

Underwater hockey nationals are next weekend. They are in Minnesota. I fully expect to get owned and beaten on. It is also possible I will get another concussion. It has been awhile since I had one of those. I am excited! Pain is good for the kidneys!

Otherwise, I spend a lot of time here. Their games are rad and they are even more fun when your boss starts talking to you in the middle of playing one.

To the insiders: for the last time, NOT MY GOAT!
- posted by Pat @ 4:17 PM

 
I am not a fan of "mantle pieces". They are annoying, break, and don't do a damn thing. And yet, I want this. A lot.

Bobble heads?

Those are the television announcers for the White Sox. I don't even like them all that much. I prefer the radio guys. But, something in me demands that I buy it.

However, I will not, because I am TOTALLY MOVING SOON and am already planning on all the crap I'm gonna throw out. I do not need to be buying something so that I can directly deposit it into the wastebasket. That seems somewhat useless.

In other news: bought the Bloc Party CD, finally. It is strictly okay so far. I have only listened to it once through, but I feel as if some of the songs will grow on me, and some will make me want to stab people. This is not uncommon for an album, as I am picky guy. But, I think I will end up liking this album a lot.

Or stabbing people.

Either way, should be good times.
- posted by Pat @ 11:39 AM

 
The details, they continue to happen.

I will be moving in on around the 20th of July. Well, moving in, or out, or with, or even without preposition, depending on your point of view. The house is gonna be on, or around, 35th and Paulina. I have not seen it yet. I do not care. I am going to be three blocks (THREE!) from Cellular Field, nee New Comiskey Park. I will be walking to ChiSox games for the entire second half of the season. I WIN!

In other news, I expect that something horrible will have to happen soon. It must, really. For every good, there is a bad. The balance of life must be maintained. Also, moving is a very boring story; but when terrible things happen, that generates great stories.

And now its time for me to skank my way back to working. HA-HA! I still listen to ska.

Oh god, shoot me. The unfunny.
- posted by Pat @ 9:48 AM

 
BORK BORK! LIFE IS BORK!


BBBBOOOOOORRRRRKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

In other news, I need a life. And a girlfriend. Or, fuck, a date.

BOORRRKKK!!!

addendum: I am mad fucking bor(k)ed at work.
- posted by Pat @ 12:01 PM

 
I've been quiet lately. Well, we've been quiet lately, but I think my teammates on this blog-o-matic drive of fortune gave up a long time ago. I do feel poorly about this, but when my life has been as topsy-turvy work killed as it has been, I have nothing good to say.

Some of you may raise the, valid, point that I could be working on the vacation post; to which I say: no. That time has passed and it doesn't need to be recorded. BUT! There are new adventures on the way. What adventures you may ask? Well, me moving out for one.

Its happening this time. No bullshit. I'm tired of being that sad, sad fucker living in the room he grew up in. I would move into my parents basement but I would then have to immediately commit hari kari. And I happen to like my internal organs being internal. I am, truly, a crazy one for that. So no to living in my parents basement and claiming to be some lord azergoth, and yes to getting the fuck out. It'll be good. And I have a roommate. Maybe. It currently looks that way, but I am not going to jinx it by naming names, and I'm moving out either way.

Yes, this means I will be drinking more. And going out more. And having shittons (actual word it is) more fun.

I can't wait.
- posted by Pat @ 12:00 PM

 
Perfect end to the weekend:

I spent Memorial Day at Irish Fest at Gaelic park. It was fun. I got to see BlueStack, Floggin' Molly and Black 47. Good bands all. I did a bunch of drinking. In the sun. It was also good.

We went home, Meghan (sis), Koby and a Chris-type. After a hurried meal of garlic fries, we all went over to Cork and Kerry for a final pint of Guiness for the night. Because after a hard day of singing, jumping and drinking in the sun, all I want is a slow Guiness or five and then bed.

So what happens?

Hint: its terrible.

I get a call from a coworker and have to go home, fire up the laptop and work from 10.30 pm until 4 am. Followed by a stomach virus. Followed by 25 minutes of sleep before going in to work a 9 hour day on tuesday.

Just perfekt. Blah.
- posted by Pat @ 1:35 PM