Reggie and Me...

Reggie the Spider is a Mrs. Spider. Evidently, last night, she gave birth to lots of little Reggies... They were all over her web and probably all over my living establishment. Damn that Reggie. She's fine by the way. I got to watch her eat something the other day. I said, "Reggie? Is that good?" Of course, Reggie didn't answer me. She just ate. I didn't expect her to answer me actually. She's a huge ass spider living on my deck. I should've killed her when I had the chance. Anyway, things continue down here. You might say I am a little lonely, but now the job is at full swing. I don't see me having much free time in the near future. I have to give this thing my full 110%. That means, I shouldn't be writing this damn blog at the moment and actually should be heading to bed. But, I am kinda wired at the moment. I haven't quite gotten on my sleep schedule and like an idiot drank some tea with caffeine. Silly me. I had work to do. My office does not have windows. I work under flourescent light all day... By 4:00 they were getting to me. I came here to get things done. Now, I am done.

Ummmm... You know I really can't think of anything funny. I managed to pretty much live in isolation because of everything going down. Weekends I am up at the old game room bringing down that stuff to the new game room... And, to play with the baby niece, who I hear is being a real bear. I guess she misses her uncle. I can't blame her, I am cool! :)

Throne...

I realized that a place of living is not complete without a place to place that tush. I really don't have one of those. Well, I have a couch, but let's face it. Couches are not great places to just park the tush to watch TV. Well, they can be with the right couch. But, I view the couch as a place to snooze in front of a bad television program, like the one I had the misfortune of watching this evening (goddamn flipping channels). Don't watch "Who wants to be a superhero?." That show is one to avoid. Anyway, I lost my tush spot a few years ago. It was this old recliner that wasn't going to make the move into storage. Oh, I loved that recliner. I would sit in it with a beer in hand, remote in the other, and let life pass me by. I can't say I had good memories in that chair, but my mentality and my tush didn't mind. It was my throne. I was my spot to think. I was just a great piece of furniture. I miss it... That is until today. La-Z-Boy had a sale! I found a new throne for my tush! Yes, baby! A recliner will be delivered here in 6-8 weeks. It's Burgundy colored, plush, fabric protected goodness! I almost fell asleep in it as soon as I tested the floor model in the showroom. I couldn't pass up the chance to give my tush a new place to contemplate, nap, eat, drink beer, and watch TV (A new LCD Widescreen baby! Not big, but perfect for my needs!!!). The game room will soon have a new throne. So, I think that about does it for my game room furniture needs. I thought I had what I needed, but I was dead wrong. (As a side note, I delivered number 14,15,16 bags of garbage to the dumpster... I really didn't need that old Halloween costume or that what-zit or that thingy that I bought drunk).

On the lighter side, I have a new pet. His name is Reginald. He's a spider. He lives on this huge ass web on my balcony. For a brief moment I was going to destroy that web, but then I saw Reggie... Fuck, that damn spider was huge!!!! It was that moment I decided to co-exist with it. No way was I going to go near that thing with my hand. Besides, he's nocturnal. He only comes out to scare the hell out of me in the evening. That's cool. Now that I go to bed earlier, we only chat for maybe a minute. It's good to have roommates. Especially ones that eat Crickets and moths.... Reggie seems to really life living with me, I think. He hasn't tried to bite me and that's a good thing. I think my family has aversions to spider bites. So, for now Reggie can stay.

Did I mention my new throne? Burgundy recliner from La-Z-Boy! It will be near my couch so I can have sitting options. I will have a couple of barstools in there to boot. One can never have too many seating options. Variety is the spice of life.

Anyway, I am going to head. I have much to do tomorrow... I am also trying out my new drying rack. I thought I had a dish drying rack, but it appears it has disappeared forcing me to drive to Target to find a replacement. It's those little things, I tell you. Go drying rack! Dry that coffee mug! DRY!

Ramblings...

I have found a few minutes to write my post from my new location. That's right, Joe's Game Room is now in its new location somewhere not where it used to be. It's hot in here, but bigger. Yup, I now have a place for my stuff. The Game room is much bigger then it used to be, so I was able to bring my former life out of storage....and the time it was there had been unkind. I spent this evening reparing two pieces of furniture that cracked upon being moved several times. And, let's not forget to mention the mold. I had two days before I started my job to kill, kill, kill that mold to find the glorious belongings underneath. Now, the gameroom smells like furniture polish. That's not bad. It once smelled like sweaty socks! But, it's been like Christmas really, not to mention a trip down memory lane. I forgot about some of the things I own. Some of it was good, some of it was bad, some if it made me scratch my head and ask, "What the fuck was I thinking keeping this!" Oh, the fridge was on too high. I froze my jug of water. Ooops. Anyway, the last couple of days have been spent remembering. It's hard to believe I had a life prior to my derailment years ago due to a horrible relationship and economic catasphre resulting from 9/11. I kinda forget about that "Joe." My how he has changed. I can't determine for the better or for the worse. I guess I am older now and wiser. This change has resulted in 12 (and not done yet) garbage bags currently in the dumpster. "Hmmm, this piece of paper was funny once... Now, I don't find it so funny. GARBAGE!!! Oh, "she" gave me this! BYE-BYE!" I found pictures. I found knick-knacks. I think the coolest thing was my high school yearbooks. I can gleam from those, my humor hasn't really changed much. Well, it has, but I mean I haven't ever stopped being humourous. Even in high school messages were written to the affect of "Joe, will never forget the laughs!" I think my personal favorite is the word "BASTARD" written accross my picture. Good times! Good times! But, it's weird, you know... sitting among this stuff... a shadow of my former life... I can't help, but be subdued. It's been so long!!! Oh, I found my Paddington Bear. Paddington was big when I was kid. This one was a super Paddington, and not the American version. My Aunt brought it for me from England. He's got a nice blue hat, navy coat, and red boots. I've since lost the note: "Please take care of this bear" ... AND, I found "WEE." Wee was my favorite stuffed animal. He was a clown made from socks. I never went anywhere without Wee. Now, he's in a box with all the trinkets from my childhhood, like the four game balls I received for excellence in the outfield and my trophys. I guess once, I was a ballplayer. Good old Wee the clown. As you can tell by his name, I was still rather odd as a tot. But, yeah, it's been surreal. It's been a trip. I still can't believe it. My, what a strange, long trip it's been. I can only pray now that things get better and better. I've been out of the world for so long now, it's hard to believe I have come back. Anyway, I am going to head to bed. I have work in the morning... I actually have work in the morning. Fucking wow!

Hiatus...

The next few weeks are going to be extremely hellish, I think. In any case, I move in two days in addition to starting a new job. Intially, I won't have much time for blogging, I don't think. Then again, I really haven't been have I? Well, I will try to do what I can, but please don't be upset of I can't. I do plan on sharing my adventures so just stay tuned. I will see you all on the flip side! For now, out!

"Watch Superman?"

It continues... now going into day 5 of my Superman exile.... I have now watched Superman II like a gazillion times! More! .... I can't take it... can't take it much longer.... Superman! YOU FIEND!!!! I will get you! I will get you for this!

Death to the Man of Steal....

I haven't been able to get anything done for the last three days. Well, a few things, in between niece naps and feedings. It began this summer with the return of Superman to the movies. My older niece had never seen any of the Supermans. As a treat, my sister brought them to see Superman Returns. Upon my niece's return from the movies, she was interested in seeing Superman I and II. I, being the "nice" uncle, brought out the two movies from my DVD collection and we watched...well, the first one at least. It so happens that the baby niece was in the room. Little did I know, that would spell doom for me.... The baby niece is obssessed with the man of steal. First thing she's said to me every morning is "Superman!!!" "Yes, Emily. Superman..." after a pause, she says "Watch Superman!" ... "Emily, please, we've watched Superman all day yesterday!" .... "Watch Superman!!!" ... "No, please..." "Watch Superman!" I would sit on the couch. She'd pounce and proclaim, "Watch Superman!" ... I would sit on the floor trying to pack. She'd barge her way to my lap and scream, "Watch Superman!" That's what I've been doing... I've watched both Superman I and II a gazillion times. BUT, only the Superman parts. The baby niece screams when the Man of Steal is not on the screen. "General Zod, would you please step outside?" ... "You've got me? Whose go you???"... "Kneal before ZOD!!!" I am memorizing the lines cus I hear them over and over and over and over. I can't get her intersted in anything else. She's relentless. I tried Spider-man this morning... "Watch SUPERMAN!!!" she'd responded. AND, she can't watch alone. "JJJJJOOOOEEEEE, sit down!" She is unmoving on that respect as well. .... I am going crazy! CRAZY!!!!! I can't see the letter "S" without feeling nausea. I can't escape. She comes with her doodle pad (similar to an Etch-A-Sketch") and says, "Superman!" .... That means, I have to draw a "S" in a diamond so she can admire it, erase it, and ask again. I am no artist. She finds promotional items around the house with his likeness and screams, "SUPERMAN, Joe! SUPERMAN!"... And, yes, I, every so often, have to play Superman. That means, I pick her up, carry her around as if she is flying, and I have to make the Superman theme music as I go around the room. If I don't make the music, she screams. AND, I also have to make faces of alarm as we watch. She makes the faces with me... and I have to say, "Superman will save them." ... The niece reply's, "Superman!" .... heh.... Die, Man of Steal!