Monday, September 30, 2024

EPIC BATTLE – A CHESS POEM

The King waits safe while the horses dance, 

And his men of religion wait for a chance.

Foot-soldiers marching, controlling, attacking,

Castles in the open, preparing for stacking.


Last out is the Queen, spreading fear in her wake,

Looking for enemy lives to take.

She moves about gracefully, far and fast,

Her beauty remarkable, her power vast.


Both armies are posted, battle cries ring out,

Forces collide, neither side with doubt.

Soldiers begin falling, the Kings start to sweat,

Bodies are everywhere, but it isn’t over yet.


Both Kings finally move, they need to lend hands,

For the smallest of infantry have royalty plans.

Together they race, they can’t miss a step,

To the enemy grounds, into the depths!


Dark and light blurs as they run toward their goals,

Keeping sharp eyes on opposition and holes.

Just two steps away, one King simply stops,

He holds up his hands, bows his head and drops.


Far, far away his henchmen have seen,

The makings of a brand new enemy Queen.

The battle is over, the white flag is flown,

At the end of the day, one King stands alone.

Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Another Arizona Update!

Well, here is a quick update about life in Arizona for the first five months or so. Sheesh, feels more like three weeks. It’s been so crazy! I have no problem admitting I had no idea what I was in for with an interstate move. Hoo, lots of work, wow. 


The cats are fixed!

This one is a biggie. So tired of the death meow at midnight and the constant trying to get outdoors to find a mate. Yuck. Now, they were only fixed just yesterday, so the actual results are not in yet. But the slow cat we have who likes to pee everywhere is now suddenly (seemingly) going in the cat boxes. Yay! We have been shutting her in the laundry room at night because it’s just too much with cat piss everywhere. So nasty. Wish luck!


I have lost a lot of weight.

Can’t find the fucking scale yet, so I have no idea how much, and it wasn't even necessarily on purpose. Kim thinks I’m down 50 but I think more like 20-30 pounds. I decided I am at least borderline diabetic, so one night I decided no more sugar. Cold turkey, just zero sweets at all. I was eating a lot of sweets and the ole body was groaning at me. I don’t drink to blackout every weekend, either, which I’m sure helps. But now I've maybe lost too much weight lol! My upper body is looking like it’s leaning toward refugee territory. Not sure what to do about that, this whole “care about yourself” thing is new to me, haha. Will keep y'all posted. 


The weather here continues to please.

Summer is coming. I know it’s going to be brutal because everything above 70 degrees is torture for me, but so far, it isn't as bad as Cali at all. Like, not even close. Highs so far have been low 90s and it’s actually quite tolerable. I believe the lack of humidity is the reason for this, but I’m no scientist. All I care about is not burning to death during each and every small project because it’s 110 and humid as fuck out. I will never, ever miss that. 


I’m trying to write again.

Finding inspiration is tough these days because my head isn't right, but I’m getting there. Slowly but surely is what I’m aiming for, really. I have a newfound respect for people who continue operating life without the happies inside. That shit is tough. Cheers to ya. I’m new to this.


The gate is up!

It’s so, so nice having a functional gate. Thanks to my “neighbor” who helped dig the post hole with an auger on his tractor! Appreesh, bro. I can even lock it open or closed. Go, me! Looks great, gets compliments, and makes life a ton easier when leaving the house or arriving home. Lordy, does it ever. 



New gate!


Mmm, good!










Wednesday, April 20, 2022

April Update!

 Hey, y'all! To be honest, there isn’t much to update you with, but here’s what I've been up to this past week or so.


Editing, editing, editing!

A good friend’s mother hooked me up with a neat editing job, which I’m so thankful for! The MS is about 40k words and it’s true crime and I have to add photos and… yeah, been pretty fun. The project has been going on for quite some time, but this week I’m wrapping it up so it’s finally exciting! This also marks the first edit I've done that comes complete with phone calls and discussions about the work. It’s nice to connect with a client on such a level.


I’m back to working out!

After a few months of ignoring the weights after the move, I noticed my arms had gone back to full noodle status. And I don’t like that. So I began lifting again. No, I don’t have and won't get a gym membership and nor am I entering triathlons in the near future. Just a little curling and push-ups and whatnot to keep the upper body toned. I've never been Mr. Health and I’m not about to begin now, although I am eating better.

My diet radically changed.

I suspect I’m a bit diabetic and I began noticing issues, so I cut out just about 100% of my sugar intake. Man, oh man, did that feel nice! My body definitely likes me more now. And, before you go and start thinking I’m eating healthy and watching the calories, I’m most certainly not. But the sugars, wow. We don’t realize (or care, I guess) how much of that shit we just shove into our bodies on a daily basis, especially if you like to snack at night like I do. But instead of mini candy bars and Starburst candies, now I grab an apple or a banana or grapes and a diet soda and that’s just fine with me. It really doesn’t even feel like a sacrifice because I feel so much better. I won't look back.

Gotta get the gate installed.

Like, forever ago, I purchased a cool ranch style horse gate for the driveway, but I haven't installed it yet. Mostly, because work sucks, if I’m being honest. The gate on the house broke when the old tenants moved out and I just really don’t find lifting it up to swing it open all that bad so I’m not very driven. However, I bought the thing, so I may as well get it up there. I’m hoping before the weekend or at least on the weekend. There’s just so much going on, a gate I rarely open hasn't been real high priority.

Starlink!

I got on the better instanets. It finally became available in the area so I jumped on it, and wow! I’m seeing speeds of 140+ download at times. I’m sure your ‘net is faster, but keep in mind, I have those speeds in basically a Little House on the Prairie situation, with absolutely nothing around for many miles. I’m stoked! After three months of basically no internet, being able to hop on the PC and do things online is absolutely like scratching an itch. Yay! Plus, I can stream whenever now. Woo, hoo! It’s also real nice not to have to stress about watching movies because of data caps. Trust me on that.

There’s more, I’m sure, but that’s the big stuff right now. It’s nine in the morning on a Wednesday and I’m about to finish integrating photos into a huge doc file, and then maybe go outside if the fucking wind can calm its tits long enough for me not to blow away. Middle-of-nowhere living is awesome, but the wind… it has to go. #stillbetterthanheat.






 

Sunday, April 10, 2022

I'm not in Commiefornia anymore!

 

Time for the (once again, hopefully) weekly blog entry.

I have moved! I’m now in NW Arizona and I’m loving it here. I live on just over an acre of prairie in Middle of Nowhere, AZ, at a hair over 5,200 feet. That means I get seasons! Reasonable weather! Wildlife! And a pretty view no matter where I look. It’s tough to beat that.

Here are a few things I have noticed during the three months I have lived here.

The people are fucking nice!

It’s amazing, really, especially coming from a shit hole like CA. In just about 100 days exactly, I don’t have one single negative interaction with any person. For those of you from the dumpy areas, this comes highly recommended.

Guns aren't a bad thing!

Everyone seems to carry here, right out in the open. I have not braved doing this myself, other than around the yard in case since there are predatory animals about, but I will. After 30 years of liberal pounding, it still feels sketchy. I’ll get used to it.

Seasons!

I know the dez rats don’t care about seasons, but I do. I was raised in Colorado, so they are what I know and expect. I moved to Arizona on Dec. 31, and trust me, there are seasons here. We rolled into a nasty blizzard and it snowed a few times since. I cant wait to feel spring and fall! How neat. Summer can still go to hell. Fuck the sun.

Room to breathe!

In CA, I started out in a one-bedroom apt, then moved up to a trailer, then a small house on a street that was annoyingly busy. Now I’m on a full acre of prairie grass and red dirt win, and outside my fences is just more of the same. It’s tough to find words that describe how refreshing that feeling is. Just to walk outside and smile, yanno?

Most of the shit is cheaper here.

In CA, the cesspool on the West Coast, it was just shy of $300 a year to register my half-tun pickup, and every other year I had to smog it, which meant more money and wasted time. Here, I registered the thing for five years, no kidding, and I paid $135. Oh, and the motor vehicles lady was nice. Imagine that! Food and necessities are a bit more expensive, it seems, but I live near a tourist town, so I guess that is expected. Everything else is noticeably cheaper.

Fewer crazy liberal wackos.

I mean, that one speaks for itself. #normalcyiscooltoo.

And, just for added effect, some images!








Monday, August 12, 2019

Ah yes, partying... Let's talk about that.




Anyone who knows me well also knows damned well I love to party. Booze, kids, not ingesting piles of cocaine or other more exotic substances. I'm a beer drinker and have been for half my life. It's fun, it's cheap, and you really have to go overboard and party hard for decades for it to really be deadly in and of itself.

All sorts of partying types have all sorts of different reasons for their liking of the booze and the times. For some, it means testosterone-laden sports and male bonding. For others, it means relaxing after a hard day's work. For still others, I guess, it's an escape from the harshness of reality.

For me, it was always the unknown that kept me popping tops. On a good beer-filled party night, it was anyone's guess as to what craziness might happen, and I do mean that in its most literal sense. Some of the shit we did was fucking crazy and there's no other way to describe it. I have seen stuff that would make most average Americans go wide-eyed and turn color. I have done things that should have netted healthy incarceration sentences. I have consumed enough booze on some nights to kill a large animal, easy.

Once the beer started flowing, there was literally no predicting what the night ahead held for us. Might be a fun pool-playing evening in which we met a bunch of new friends (and hopefully a cute girl or two!), it might be a fistfight, it might be some completely nutty adventure into the sticks just because we could. It meant driving too fast in the desert, it meant good ass times with fun people, it meant endless wonders — and it separated us for the boring "normies" who opted for an early bedtime so they wouldn't suffer the next day. We never cared much about suffering the next day.

But now, in my mid-forties, that same unpredictability is downright fucking scary. It could very well mean all the things listed above, but instead of people writing off wacko actions as kids having a good time, it means jail sentences. It means possibly losing your house or job. It means disrupting the family situation, and usually not in a good way. It means hellish hangovers that take days instead of hours to get over. It means sacrificing something so you can have something else.

It just isn't the same.

Today when I wake up bruised and cut and confused, I'm far less proud than I would have been twenty years ago. What used to be badges of honor now turn into walks of shame. What used to be adventures can now represent horrific encounters with the police and, let's face it, two forty-somethings fighting in the parking lot of a bar is just sad. Being last man standing only means being first man hurting in the coming days. What used to be screaming into a mic at karaoke and receiving cheers anyhow is now just the morose picture of a man who never really learned how to do anything worthwhile, so he's still screaming into a mic at karaoke. The men who were my age then used to tell me they hoped I got on track because I'm too smart and have too much potential to squander my life away with a Bud in my hand. Now most people probably just figure I squandered my life away with a Bud in my hand.

And that may well be true. I have more college credits than you can shake a stick at, but no degree; I'm a fiction writer who still pens but has yet to "make it" in the word world. I'm a talented editor who has trouble finding work because I'm up against candidates with degrees. I'm overqualified for most entry-level jobs but I can't get into an upper-level job because, well, I chose to do different things in my youth than plan for actual adulthood.

My point? I don't know. I do know that had I stayed home and hit the books instead of getting hammered and chasing women I'd likely take home a decent paycheck today.  Do I care? I'm not sure. I've never had a decent paycheck so I don't yet know what I'm missing. And maybe that's a good thing.

The sheer amount of extreme party nights has dwindled, of course, but they still rear their heads now and again, reminding me that I'm not twenty-five anymore every single time. I'm finding that now, I appreciate unpredictable nights less and less. I'm finding I like knowing where I'm going to sleep. I like keeping to a reasonable schedule so I'm not a fucking wasteoid for days after a bender. I enjoy waking up in my comfy pajamas instead of in my clothes, Leatherman digging into my back and everything in my pockets squished and ruined, boots or shoes still on aching feet, glasses missing at best, but probably busted somewhere in a pile of dirt behind a random bush. But mostly, I like not having to "fix shit" I fucked up while on some beerfest crusade. People I've hurt, things I've broken, shit I've said that I have to apologize for profusely and hope people chalk it up to the booze talking.

Fuck all that.

Will I party still? Oh, you bet. It's too big a part of me to just leave alone. Moderation is key, and that's something I've never learned. I'm getting there. I'm seeing the light. Plus, I'm now fat and out of shape, something I never thought I'd be. That part is fixable, of course, but the point is it never had to occur in the first place.

Beer. It's the most fun and the most terrible. It's time I slowed down — way down. But hell, on this last Saturday night I consumed an embarrassing amount of beers, more than a few shots, and even some moonshine. I went undefeated in arm wrestling and exchanged stories and jokes with really good friends. And that, ladies and germs, is non-refundable and non-replaceable.

But now it's Monday and I'm still hurting. It's time for some life-party balance. 

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Complacency and Competition: The breaking of a hard and fast rule

Today's entry will deal with a chess quote, said by a very famous player, and how it relates to our real lives. Bobby Fischer, probably the most well known player even today, said a virtual shit ton of good things during his career, but today we'll concentrate on the following:

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"My opponents make good moves too. Sometimes I don't take these things into consideration."


Haven't we all been there, chess players or not? In the office, in the family circle, in crowds, on the freeways, in any sort of competition. It is very, very easy to get wrapped up in our own ideology, our own plans, and our own heads. Thus, we become blinded to what others are doing/will do/have done and the like and so on and so forth.

The boxer spreads out to deliver one hell of a haymaker, but he forgets that his opponent isn’t a slouch and can take advantage of this huge, if temporary, softening of the guard and strike a devastating blow of his own. The arguer forgets that the other side has a dog in the fight, too, and so refuses to listen and therefore, never solves the issue or comes to an agreement. The employee is dishonest or fucks off all day or commits some other work infraction, completely forgetting and/or ignoring that their boss is likely the boss for a very good reason. The hare completely forgets that the tortoise won't quit and is trying to win, no matter how handicapped he is for the battle at hand.

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Remember, as we go through life, other people, stupid as they may seem a lot of the time, actually live their own lives and feed themselves and have family issues and the occasional good and smart thought or idea. I think it's smart to keep this in mind because being caught by that haymaker is not only dangerous but wholly embarrassing. All the technique and training in the world can't stop a knock out if one isn't putting those techniques and training to use.

Complacency. It should be a swear word. Don't assume you're better than someone else and that by that merit alone you'll move forward. You must prove your worth, always fighting, always staying keen, and always keeping in mind that the other guy or gal wants to win as much as you do. I'm sure you've seen clips of the fighter who has his opponent dead to rights and takes a few seconds to peacock around the ring, eliciting roars from the crowd and making a good show of it. Problem is, the other guy sees that too and if the peacocking fighter isn't careful, wham! Down he goes.

Don't be that fighter. Be as disciplined as you can, don't blab your mouth to anyone who'll listen, be observant, collect data, and make good moves.  Because whether on the chess board or at the office or in a crowd, someone else wants to fucking get you and the only person who can stop that from happening is you.

Go out there and fuck some shit up. 

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Tuesday, January 15, 2019

So Oregon sucks, let's look at Arizona!


So a coworker and really good friend, Krystal, got me blogging again. I thank her for that, it's much appreciated. In fact, now that I know someone, anyone, is reading the goddamn thing, I want to blog more.

Today's blog will be about a dream I had, and its recent shattering into a million shards of shiny glass on the floor. I've been looking at Cottage Grove, Oregon, for over a decade now, as a place to move. The weather is absolutely perfect, the scenery is next to none, the area is laid back and encourages outdoor activity and new businesses, such as the hot dog cart. Wink, nudge.

But yesterday, an article which really pissed me off hit the instanets. Seems the leftie moron legislature there is trying to push that guns must have a maximum five round capacity. This means that just about every good and cool gun in the world becomes illegal and will be destroyed. Every six-shooter, every 1911, every and any gun that can hold six or more rounds. I mean, even the stupid Ruger .22 rifles are out. He/they also want each citizen limited to purchasing 20 rounds a month. I mean, with 20 rounds it's not worth a trip to the range, trust me.

Now, even the guy who suggested these changes admitted it won't pass fully, not right away, but that it'll get the ball going in that direction. And he's probably right. The stripping of our rights is scary to me. I don't blog a lot or really even talk a lot about politics, but don't fuck with my guns. Do I shoot every day, every week, even every month? Nope. I do not. But I have the right to, and that's the point.

Why would I move into a state, beautiful as it is, that's starting to shift in that direction? Give it ten years and it'll be on par with Commiefornia or even worse. Why everyone is so fucking scared of guns is beyond me but that's another blog post. Why lefties ignore facts is also beyond me and also for another post. Don't they see the numbers in Texas, in Arizona, where anyone can just carry in public? Murder rates plummeted. I know lefties don't like facts but Jesus H, the proof is right there in front of them. This isn't a mystery any longer. Armed citizens makes for a happy, calm life. Period.

Legally armed, I should clarify.

Anyhow, long story short, I started looking at Arizona. It's just to fuckin' hot for me, most the state, but I knew Flagstaff was okay so I started there. I found a nearby but lower town called Williams. Didn’t take much research to tell me this was a little slice of heaven. And the houses? Big, cheap, tons of land. Pine trees and red dirt. Nice combo. The town runs on summer tourism (Grand Canyon, Route 66 car shows, etc) and for the rest of the year it's a quiet little storybook place. I'm wondering if I couldn’t run my hot dog car there in the spring and summer and float the rest of the year. I'm just wondering that.

And I could do it with a sidearm on, if I wanted.

Also, if something went sideways here in SoCal or we just wanted to visit, it's a six-hour drive instead of what, 18 hours on the road or the securing of an expensive and bothersome plane ticket? Two of them? Yeesh.

I'll keep the one person still reading this posted. :D 

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