Good Night and Good Luck

I'm working two jobs, organizing a comedy/screening show in November, and am still going to bro-land at the gym. This blog started because I was bored, and not doing any of those things, and I needed something to keep me busy, but now that I'm busy, it's a chore. And throughout my rehab adventures, if a hobby begins to feel like a chore, I drop it immediately. Had to do the same with piano.

I'm constantly in a battle of cutting down my internet time, and this blog was not helping that AT ALL. I want less things I "have" to check online. Plus I was starting to get obsessive about taking pictures, as if something - whether it be shin scabs or avocados - didn't exist untill it was posted. I'm not saying what I thought was stupid.... I know it was hilarious, but my heart's not in it anymore.

And I know you might think "Well just blog SOMETIMES, not everyday, maybe", but I can't, I'm an old fashioned perfectionist, and I do something all the way hardcore or not at all.

That and I really don't care about blogging as much because I'm starting to plan a comedy show which is something I care about a ton more.

As Katherine Hepburn said, "You can't have it all". Look at all those actresses who are also singers/fashion designers/perfume designers......it's all shit. The more projects you do at once, the more you compromise quality. And my brain energy needs to be directed to writing, producing, and deadlifts/squatting/bench pressing.

I noticed on the days I consciously made an effort to use the internet for only an hour in the evening, I got more done. I wrote more letters, made better food, dreamed more, thought more, lived more.

I was going to post a video of Le Tigre's "Get Off The Internet"....realized the irony.... maybe I'll mail in an order of their CD.

I'm killing this blog. You know the pattern....blog for a year, off for two. Blog a year, off for two.

Until then, keep eating, keep feeding, keep running up that hill, keep running up that road, and don't feel guilty watching Jersey Shore.

-Dave

Avocadooooo

recipe:

avocado
salt
pepper
are you an idiot?

VOTE YOU FUCKTARDS

Did you remember to VOTE? ....poll to the right if you're an idiot. All ten of you out there on the internet? I can't make decisions unless strangers do it for me.

In other news...my bowel movement schedule got messed up and instead of two in the morning, it was one in the morning, then one inconveniently at about 3:00 PM at work. So today.....held it in, and waiting for massive unload tomorrow. I hope it doesn't backfire and just end up constipated. Well, more psyllium and water!

College Freshman

College Freshman. So true it hurts.

Here To Ruin Your Day

Early Family Guy episode where Meg isn't voiced by Mila Kunis.




West Side Story reference! I get it!


So sometimes when I bite my nails I play with the clipping in my mouth for a bit. Deal with it.





Stephen Hawkins in da house.



My bloody shin bleeds no more....great because I'm going to do deadlifts tomorrow. Trying to not obsessively get 3000 calories a day....surprisingly easier when not obsessing. Maybe this applies to everything? If I just keep trying and keep trying success will come, even if I DON'T document/get everything perfect all the time/every time? THis is perfectionist busting class 101.


Lettuce gone to seed.


My grandma is SO skeptical about my peppers. I mentioned to her how small they were and she said "well, there's always next year." she dropped by today and I showed her this, and she said they were crowded out of the sun by the lettuce. Lettuce! I ate you every day then you took over the garden.




Something large is making a path into the woods. A large red-breasted wheelbarrow.




One of my favourite animals, yellow garden spider. GIANT.




As a size reference....this was a close as my hand could get to the web.




ALSO GIANT! I'm going to try to make my own sunflower butter.


Chickpeas, kamut pasta, carrots. Lazy depresso meal, no seasoning, just nutrients.




I have Cirque Du Soleil make up on.


The mid-nose bridge looks photoshopped. I swear, because I can't use it anymore even though I took classes on it in school. College! $30, 000 I'll never get back.

hiccups

ground turkey
onions
garlic.

cook that until cooked. cook it.

add:
diced tomato
oregano
basil
one red jalapeno (pronounced phonetically)
one package spinach, diced

I FEEL like I'm forgetting something, but it's a tasty, savory sauce to put upon pasta of your choice. Or my choice if I'm your dictator.

blogging haitus potentially. or just less blogging for a while. Starting new real-life job, I got six hours of sleep last night, and ate only 1000 calories before the gym and turned into a toddler, essentially. Went from working all day in an all-female environment to an all male bro party. A taco party to a sausage party.

I have the hiccups right now and I HATE the hiccups. I don't like being out of control with my breathing. My mom "joked", "How much gin did you drink earlier?" hey, HEY, I'm the one to make the alcoholic jokes, not you.

I'm so tired, i'm a baby.

Haven't jacked off in so long. Tried to think of things that would make a boner, nothing happened.....I'm dead inside? We'll just wait it out until my subconcious releases some heinous, layered sex dream.

Mom Date