Joe's Random Musings

Monday, March 19, 2007

A Random Muse.....

Egad this March weather, the tease of spring, followed by the smack of winter. Perfect for colds, my homestead sounds like an infirmary..with guttural hacking, and constant sniffing...It wouldn't surprise me if the town condemns the house as a bio-hazard.

Seems that I am about set to age another year..Wednesday I will be the ripe old age of 34...egad, I can feel a mid-life crisis coming on, maybe I should buy a motorbike. Nah, too dangerous, a good long adventure to parts unknown might do the trick though. What ya gonna do, you can complain about the weather or the fact that you might be getting old, but in the end you really have no way of stopping the inevitable. So bring on the snow, the sleet, the rain, and let father time chase me through the muck, he might be right on my tail, but he hasn't caught me quite yet.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

A Little Blast...

I am hyper and bored, I want to grab life by the balls, and yet all I have done is hide in the house today. The sun is going down, my urge to roam, my urge for kicks heightens. Do I go to the local pub for a steak and a glass of red wine?? Do I wait or the familial unit to get home from their day at the shops? What to do, what to do? Feet itch, as they do, my brain wanders, as it does. Saturday it is, I suppose the single young man that I am should step out.

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Too Big, For A Small Town

Egad, was I bouncing off the walls last night, I was Jonesing for a good time. The problem in all that is that in a town a size of Annapolis Royal, there isn't a heck of a lot to do.....well at least nothing new or exciting. What were my options last night, lets see...well I could have seen a performance of the Vagina Monologues (hmmm I single male, in a room full of aspiring feminists, discussing their tender spot...nope not safe), I could have spent 10 smackers to sit in a club and listen to an amateur cover band play 70s rock and country (umm no thanks, thats 2 drinks, and i would have needed those extra 2 drinks to stomach the noise)...I could have went to the pub, with the hope that a certain little barmaid who gives me the giggles may be working (I actually tried that, no barmaid, stayed for a beer, then left...good times). So what did I end up doing last night, well I came home watched a little English Premiership football until SNL came on, wrote a couple Annapolis Royal sucks ass emails to some friends from away, and yep went to bed grouchy. Oh well, I suppose it is for the greater good, I woke up this morning sans headache, prepared for what is sure to be a lazy Sunday. Damn this spring fever.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Oh Poor Neglected Blog

Its been awhile..a mixture of nothing new to say, no time to say it and um maybe a batch of the writer's block. Best to try and plow through while in such a state..let the words do the talking. Can words talk sans tongue or voice box?? If a tree falls in a forest, and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?? Hell I don't know, my answer to the second question is of course the fallen tree makes a sound, how arrogant are we as a species to think that the whole of a forest grows deaf if one of us isn't there to record the event in our own ear drums...geez, the birds would scatter, the deer would leap, shite even the napping bear might stir. As for the first question, words might not talk but they are a powerful meduim, they can instill feelings of love, hate, laughter or tears. Ou!! Ok dats dat, I spit some quasi-philosophy, wrote a few words...as to whether these words talked, umm well, I am not sure, ask the recently fallen tree, see what he heard.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Freakin Valentine's Day

If you haven't been smacked in the face by the cut-out hearts, Cupid's bare arse, and all the other uber-tacky Vday products that clutter the local shops, well you have been either living on the moon, or in solitary confinement. Yes my dear friends Capitalism's answer to the spending lull between Xmas and Easter is upon us. Wait, wait you may be saying Valentine's Day is a day dedicated to all things love...bullocks...it's a day where if you are single (a voila) you are miserable, and if you are coupled up you fear that you will mess the whole thing up (what male on the planet has any idea what a female wants, or what she is thinking). I mean really, what kind of true romantic gesture is it to give a girl a rose, a box of chocolates, or a cheesy 2 buck Hallmark card???..I am not at all against going out to a nice restaurant, eating a fine meal, drinking a nice bottle of wine then say spending the rest of the night being 'romantic' in the sack, but egad doesn't all that other shite turn me green. Right on, ok, the rant of a single male on Valentine's Day is over..enjoy it if you can..my day is coming in a month, bring on St. Paddy's day already.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

What Is It With Small Town Boys.....

that makes them feel the need to puff up their chests, fight for the sake of fighting?? I mean really, what is the point??? I could assume that if you were to analyze their behavior at its most basic animalistic sense, one could see it as nothing more then a simplistic almost instinctual mating ritual... like two rams bashing heads, survival of the fittest. I haven't got that gene..is it regressive, an abnormal gene, not shared by the vast majority of the human population...wait am I the one who is weird??? I haven't an aggressive bone in body, I tend to scope out the trouble spots in a social setting, and either avoid it, or I identify the most pressing threat to myself and those around me and try to neutralize that threat, pacify it if I can, I get on their do not attack list...I am not risking my pretty face on the off chance that it may attract the attention of those of the fairer sex...hell I am not all that sure that those ladies that are turned on by fisticuffs are my type of girl anyway. Why can't we be friends????

Friday, February 9, 2007

Bored.....

Friday night, everyone but me has plans...can't receive my next assignment, because of some security certificate snafu...blah, blah, blah...one of those days where I wish I had a passport and a pile of money....would love nothing more then to leave on a jet plane. The life mundane, has messed my brain. Oh to be in Montreal, to hit St. Denis, to gaze at the lovelies (bundled yes, but delicious as only les belle filles de Montreal can be), to eat a fine French meal, drink a spicy red wine...just dig life. Nova Scotia in February is repressive...best to be expressive...bitch, cure the twitch..scratch the itch. Stuck in, devoid of fun, the urge is to run, run and run.