*headslam*

http://techcrunch.com/2010/04/05/facebooks-ipad-impostor-facebook-ultimate-removed-from-the-app-store/

OK, app store and legal bullshit aside

YOU AHVE A BIG SCREEN NOW

FUCKING USE THE GODDAMN BROWSER YOU MONEYWASTING DUMBFUCKS I HOPE YOU CHOKE 

Hhhhhhokay

So I already burned myself out on blogging again. That's kind of sad.

Hm.

So I'm looking for a laptop computer once I get my homebuyer's tax credit. The requirements are that it must be able to hook up to a professional soundboard with no problems, and it must not skip when it's playing audio, EVER. Also it has to keep cool in warm rooms under hot stage lights. I am fully prepared to have external cooling to this end.

Durability would be nice, too. The plan is I want to play gigs with it. That would be... Exciting. :D

Uuuuhm. Anyway.

Catch U Up

So I figure it's pretty rude to just come here and start blumping (dumping, except on a blog) all my problems on you without catching you up to what's going on in my life.

So! Since October I've bought a house, got a new job, moved into the house, joined a gym, and got a trainer... In that order.

The house is a pretty great starter home -- I might post some pictures later on.

So! The job thing. I know some of you might be curious since my job was the source of a lot of angst for me earlier! Well I was just getting home from work one day and logged on to my email to find that a job that I had applied for back when I was just graduating emailed me about my resume and wanted me to come in for an interview. I wasn't even actively looking for a job at the time! So needless to say, when a company comes and gets YOU... You give them the time of day.

Not. A. Mistake.

I love my new job. I'm a technology consultant... Well, I'm kind of just a developer-on-loan right now, but the point is I'm on a contract and my parent company is absolutely wonderful. Lots of free training sessions, lots of support for certifications... They're a certified partner of both Microsoft and Adobe! And their business is growing like baby Shaq. 

Maybe I'll post more about my job later as things happen. 

So, the gym thing! Yeah, I signed up for a gym membership because I am out of shape. I weighed myself when I went in and I'd actually crested over 200 pounds... Aaaaaand this is coming from a dude who used to be flat out wiry as a kid, so it was kind of a big deal for me. So I bought in! Got a gym membership, got a trainer, feeling good about myself (except for when I work out too hard and end up vomiting, quite publicly, in the public restroom that is public!), and most of all, other people have said that they're noticing a difference! ... I don't notice anything different, but they're noticing a difference and it's not what I think, it's what everyone else thinks! :D

Hm. I might end this post right now because it's getting kind of lengthy. I don't want to shoot my blogwad all at once, you know?

Responding to a comment I got on my last post, though...

Alright, so what I mean by 'completely sold out' is that I fancied myself a rebellious little bratty motherfucker growing up. I don't know why I was so surprised when it happened, but it turns out if you go to college and get a degree you should probably get a job afterwards and for some reason I haven't quite come to terms with being an "adult" quite yet. I mean, I'm responsible, I pay my bills on time, I take care of my belongings...

But man, as happy as I am with my life and where I've taken it in the face of all opposition, it's tough to swallow that I'm working eight to five in an office. No, I don't know where the fuck else I should be. On the road in a van with my fake band playing to ten people a night in dive bars across the country? Maybe I'm caught up in that romantic American traveler/wanderer role idolatry, but damn, even though it's a hell of a lot less profitable, it sounds a lot more free, doesn't it?

Instead of screaming my lungs out for food and gas money, I'm pumping out software for... Insurance. Taxes. Debt. Instead of standing up for the ideals I was so damn sure of... Well, there you have it. "Was" so sure of.

So I sold out. Go ahead, call me what I am, but this isn't exactly easy for me.

Hey... LTNB

Dear mother, this is just survival.

As for the title... That's "Long Time No Blog" if you were blogdering. That's "wondering" about blogs.

When I started this blog, it was for a reason. In October of 2009, I figured out that the blogging wasn't helping with that reason that I started the blog. My blogreason, if you will. 

So now I'm looking for a new blogreason. I'm blogging without one right now, so that's kind of intense, right? I'm going fucking maverick all over this bitch. Rebel without a blause(blog cause, try to keep up).

so maybe it'll be about living on my own and trying to find an identity now that i've completely sold out