Subject Need
DateCreated 3/24/2006 8:38:00 PM
PostedDate 3/24/2006 8:12:00 PM
Body I feel the need to write something.
Something other than nothing.
Something interesting.
Something other than the usual drivelling blather.

My brother is getting married.  Three months from today.  I’m the best man.  I’ve been a best man twice before and I am a firm believer that when planning the bachelor party surprises are not good.  This is my kid brother’s day.  He should be surrounded by his best and favorite friends and we should do something that he’ll truely enjoy and will remember for the rest of his natural life.

Seems fair, right?

My brother did a lot of work helping me set up the two previous bachelor parties I was responsible for.  For Larry’s party it was a bus ride to a strip joint in Providence, RI.  A fantastic time was had by all.  For Mike’s party it was a van ride to the same strip joint in Providence and again a fantastic time was had by all.

So now my brother, the guy who helped me set the other two parties up.  What does he want to do?  One would assume a trip to a certain dive in RI would be in order, right?


John wants to go skeet shooting.

That’s right, a day full of blasting away with shot guns trying to vaporize little round chunks of clay.  Then an evening at Foxwoods or Mohegan gambling our life savings away.

It’s going to be like playing “Duck Hunt” on the old Nintendo, only for real… except that the ducks will still be fake.  So I guess it won’t be quite the same after all.

It won’t be my first time shooting a gun, but it will be my first time as an adult.  When I was a kid I did a little target shooting with a .22 caliber rifle.  Nothing big.  I only did it a few times but I was a decent shot.  I actually prefered archery.  Even at the wise old age of 12 I could sense that there was something more satisfying about firing a projectile with my hands as opposed to a gun where the gun itself does most of the work.

I never have nor never will own a gun, and I never have nor never will shoot anything living.  I’m all for sports, and I’m all for survival too, but if you’re shooting something that’s alive just for the fun of it you’re not in it for survival, ya know?

Anyway, enough moralizing.  The point is, what my little brother wants, my little brother gets.  I’m going to be a shotgun toting lunatic for one day and if it makes him happy then it’s time that could not be better spent.

Okay, so maybe this post is more of the usual blathering drivel, but it’s where my head is at today.

And in closing, the Lowell Lock Monsters beat the Providence Bruins tonight in a shoot out… and all was right with the world.



Subject Consumerizm
DateCreated 3/22/2006 4:09:00 PM
PostedDate 3/22/2006 3:57:00 PM
Body I don’t make a whole lot of money.  People see “Computer Programmer” as my job description and they immediately think $$$$$$$$.  Not true, at least not on my case.  I do all right, but I’m not loaded.

That didn’t stop me from blowing shit loads of money on stuff I don’t need this week.

I bought a pickup for my acoustic guitar.  The guitar is a cheap little Yamaha piece of crap, but now it has a pickup.

I bought a 250 gig network drive to add to my home network.  It sucks.  I try to move 800-900 meg folders to it and it craps out half way though, every single time.  I hate it, it’s crap.  But will I bring it back?  Nope.

I bought a bunch of CDs that I’ll just rip mp3s out of and stick on my iPod and then never play the disc again.  Why then did I not just buy the music through iTunes and save money?  No clue.

I bought season 7 of South Park on DVD… okay, that’s a must have item that I will laugh my fat ass off with for years to come.  Hell, it’s got the Mormon episode.

I also spent a lot of money on tickets to Justin’s benefit on April 1st, but that’s also money well spent.  How can you knock spending money on an attempt at a miracle.  You can’t.  Speaking of Justin’s benefit.  The Lowell Lock Monsters agreed to donate some tickets today.  Thanks to the Monsters.

Speaking of the Lowell Lock Monsters, the team was finally sold today.  To the New Jersey Devils.  They need to sell about 1,500 season tickets to guarantee that Jersey won’t move the team out of town.  If you’re a hockey fan that is a big fat freakin’ hint.

Okay, off to watch some South Park


I played guitar today

Subject I played guitar today
DateCreated 3/18/2006 2:12:00 PM
PostedDate 3/18/2006 1:59:00 PM
Body Yup, that’s right.  I played guitar today.  I sat in with a couple of guys who are starting a band.  It went okay.  I wasn’t expecting to show up and be greated by the second coming of Yes or anything, but I enjoyed it.  I’ll go back on Thursday and play some more.  It felt good pretending to be a guitar player again.  Now all the band needs is a drummer and a bass player and then it will be an actual band.  We’ll see what happens.


Another day

Subject Another day
DateCreated 3/16/2006 7:36:00 PM
PostedDate 3/16/2006 6:57:00 PM

Have you visited The Justin Fund website?  I’ve been trying to sell tickets for the April 1st fund raiser.  Justin’s grandmother dropped off 10 tickets on Sunday and before I knew it my father had sold them all.  Justin’s grandmother dropped off 10 more on Monday and I had already taken orders for them all and I was still coming up short.  So, last night I drove up to the great, dark, wilderness that it Litchfield, NH and paid the family a visit.

Fortunately for me Justin was asleep when I got there.  I don’t know how I would have handled it if he hadn’t been.  I really don’t know him at all.  I think the extent of my interacting with him was a couple of , hi-how-are-yous.  I tend to be a little uncomfortable around kids, but not any more or less than the average adult who doesn’t have kids.  The problem is usually the other way around… kids look at me and they see this gigantic sasquatch looking freak of a man and they run and hide.  Actually, it’s the same reaction most women have, but women are usually more subtle about running away.

Anyway, go to the website.  Check out the fundraisers.  There’s a new one posted for April 9th.  It’s a concert put on by the folks at

Change of subject:

I’m going to make an ass of myself on Saturday.  I’m sitting in with a new band and I’m ridiculously rusty.  I’ve been playing a bit over the last two weeks or so, nothing constructive just noodling and playing scales, trying to build up some calluses on my finger tips… no dice.  I’m going to show up Saturday barely knowing any of their songs, play for 10 minutes and then develop blisters so big you could land helicopters on them.  I haven’t even plugged in my amp since October.  My fingers are burning and my playing is terrible… ah the hell with it.  Who cares.  It’s not like I’m trying out to be Jeff Beck’s replacement in the Jeff Beck Group or anything.  It’s just a couple of guys trying to start a band.  I’ve got nothing to lose.

What, me worry?


Vapid Status Quo

Subject Vapid Status Quo
DateCreated 3/13/2006 7:53:00 PM
PostedDate 3/13/2006 7:46:00 PM
Body I have absolutely nothing to say.  I’m wasting the time of the 2 people who actually read this crap.  I’m wasting storage space on some myspace server somewhere.  I’m wasting the bandwidth that’s being used to upload this.  Somewhere some comcast cable internet subscriber is having to wait a fraction of a second longer to download his porn thanks to me.

Holy shit!  A giant blast of thunder just shook my house.  It sounded more like a car crash than thunder… and I live on a highway.  Lemme go look out the window…

Nope, no car accident.  Nothing out there but a little rain.

I still can’t think of anything to say.

22 months ago I ended a long and fruitful existance as a career college student.  I finished up with an unfinished degree in music, a certificate in audio recording, an associates degree in computer science, and then the big ol’ bachelors in computer science.  I spent something like 80 years in college and I’m still trying to figure out what I learned.  I’m also trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

I don’t miss school.  Well, I have to be honest I do miss being surrounded by college girls all day, but I don’t miss the classes and the work and the stress and the Physics and the cs lab servers crashing as I was trying to save my final projects (which happened once a semester during my last year, once in GUI I and then again in GUI II) and I sure as hell don’t miss frogger… damn that little frog bastard.

But lately I’ve been beginning to feel kind of nostalgic for my radio show.  WUML Lowell, 91.5 FM.  I helped put on a talk show for 2 years along with Deena and Joe and Monique and Veronica and Steve the Weather Guy and a whole cast of characters.  It was uber cheesy, but it was fun.  The last year my talk show became a schizophrenic blues show.  That means it was blues most weeks but occasionally it would be 2 hours of Mission of Burma, or some other Boston band that I was into that week.  I think one of the reasons I’m missing the show right now is that Mission of Burma is scheduled to release a new record, The Obliterati, on May 23rd and I’m not going to be able to wear out the station’s copy.  I’ve been meaning to pay a visit to SBS (the Jazz & Ideas show that used to follow me on Tuesday evenings at 6pm) but I haven’t gotten around to it.  I decided that this week I would definately do it… then I found out it was spring break.  Damn it.

My mind is totally empty right now.  Nothing but vapid nothingness spewing outa the gigantic melon on top of my shoulders.

So what the hell is it with me and hockey this year?  I’ve followed three teams.  In the NHL there is the Boston Bruins who aren’t going to make the play-offs and have turned themselves into a pathetic mockery this year.  In the AHL there is the Lowell Lock Monsters who are going to miss the play-offs this year and who will either be sold and move out of town or fold after the season, and in the Olympics there was Team USA who made the medal round despite only winning one game in the round robin and were eliminated in the first game and who couldn’t even manage to beat Latvia.

I still haven’t the slightest idea of what to do with myself.  I’d like to develop some creative idea in this little post but I just can’t get my head outa my ass.

Ok, enough already.  It’s past my bedtime.


Duck and Cover!

Subject Duck and Cover!
DateCreated 3/11/2006 9:20:00 AM
PostedDate 3/11/2006 12:14:00 AM
Body Take a look at this face…


That is the face of a man who is going to be somebody’s Daddy!

Mike & Tammy G. of Wisconsin are expecting.  Well, Tammy is expecting  Mike is just sitting on his ass waiting for the chance to meet this brand new person.

Massively Huge Congrats


My friend needs some help

Subject My friend needs some help
DateCreated 3/9/2006 6:33:00 PM
PostedDate 3/9/2006 9:30:00 PM
Body I have this friend, see… his name is Jeff.  He has this son, see… his name is Justin.

Justin is sick.  Very sick.  Justin has an inoperable tumor in his brain stem.

You can learn more about the situation at

Jeff has insurance to cover conventional treatments.  However, the success rate for conventional treatments for this form of cancer is very small.  So the family is going to end up paying for some different types of non-traditional therpy.

If you live in Eastern Massachusetts or Southern New Hampshire there is probably a fundraiser being set up near you.  Check There is also a paypal account so you can make a donation without leaving your desk.  As you might have guessed, you can access the account at

My friend and his family need help, and if you should be browsing around and come across this post and have a couple of bucks lying around maybe you’d be kind enough to help them out.