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Two for Two

This is the second of two (possibly more) posts that I'm writing without actually having a connection to the interwebs. It's all good.

I'm sitting here at Brew-Stirs in the middle of the power outage...second night in a row. It's actually a little bit cooler here than it is in my house, and the beer is colder, that's for sure.

It's funny...there's a generator plugged in here to keep the jukebox and cash register going. Otherwise, it's tea lights and candles. It just makes me giggle.

And somehow I've kept enough charge on the iPad (I had it charged when I left work Friday) that I can still get some games of Bejeweled in AND write drafts of a blog post.

I really hope the power comes on tomorrow.

See....this is the kind of shit I could never really put on Facebook. This is me. This is the rambling Todd who just writes whatever the fuck is on his mind. And right now, I'm sitting in a bar...with no power. And writing a blog entry. It's goofy. And tha…

A Crazy Way to End The Week

I've had a few people ask if I'm going to re-enable my facebook account after a certain period of answer that, let me tell you about a friend of mine.

This cat was way in to the book of face. He never really felt popular in high school (or since), so to re-connect with so many high school friends who thought he was now the shit was euphoric. And it just snowballed from there. He wasn't the best farmer, but by god he made his presence known in Farmville. And if there was a way to grow weed in Farmville and sell it in Mafiaville, he would have done it. He was that in to it.

This guy was hooked. He'd get up in the morning, check Facebook from his smartphone while he was taking his morning dump. Make sure he poked a few people before getting his shower. Poke a few more on the way to work. Then, he'd have to let the world know how well his fitness journey was going. He tried to quit a few times. Then people would throw guilt trips on him, not intentionally mind…

They Won't Let You Kill The Laughter

So, I started this morning's post at home. And I was using the on-screen keyboard...actually extolling the somewhat limited virtues of entering any kind of information that way to the iPad...and then somehow the entry just went caput. Which was fitting, I thought. And served to simultaneously prove my point and annoy me slightly. 

In either case, the point is...if I have any writing to do that amounts to anything more than a paragraph, I'm pretty sure the on-screen keyboard on the iPad is not going to be my first approach to getting that information keyed in, but as I mentioned in the paragraph that pulled a Philadelphia Experiment, it will absolutely do in a pinch.

Dude....I'm going to count this as one of my almost best work days ever....the conversation went like this:

Boss: "Todd...remind me that in the next 4-6 weeks, we need to get you and Evan scissor lift training" (Evan's my new guy starting next week)

Me: You mean like the lifts with the basket and stu…

Feels like the first time

Hmmmm.... Not sure what just happened, but the entry I had typed just went the way of the dodo. Very odd. Not to worry. Sports fans, I'll wait until I get to work and give you a good and proper update at lunch.

Until then, have an awesome-sauce Friday!!

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New And Improved

Just a quick sidebar here. I can't stand when advertisers say something is "New and Improved." Because it's just not possible. Improved means that something existed that has been made better. New means it's something that didn't exist. So, you can't make something that existed better if it didn't exist.

Something may be Newly Improved or with New Improvements. Both of which imply that the item existed, but that there are additional features and functions which have been improved upon (which, in most cases, is what I think the advertisers actually mean).

That being said...I am an improving Todd. Actually in many ways, I feel like a new Todd. If I were not a new Todd, I would be an improved Todd, to be sure.

I'm down 58 pounds as of yesterday morning's measure. That takes me from 328.8 down to 270.5. I'm not going to lie...I'm pretty jazzed about this.

Other than that, life is good. The car is fixed (after a second visit. It doesn't mat…

Dive Dave Dive

And then they pressed the button on the thingamajig and dove.

Not sure why, two days in a row, Throw Mama From The Train references are floating in my head. I positively hated that movie. The only thing good about it was (I think) it was Mama Fratelli in the movie as Danny DeVito's mom.

Goonies never say die.

Was a good albeit a bit crazy weekend.

The coolest thing about the weekends now are Sunday evenings. Used to be, Sunday evenings would start the sense of dread. That 'oh shit, I have to go to work tomorrow' feeling. And now, Sunday evenings are chill. I like my job. Seriously. I'm not sure what kind of strings had to be pulled behind the scenes for the universe to deliver me to this place, but I have to say--worth every frickin' minute of the wait.

And with that I go now to shower. I'm a bit stinky after 31minutes on the bike. Who would have thought? It's to the point now where I need to be on that thing at least 25-30 minutes or the day just doesn'…

Sunday Funday

No photog gigs booked today. I've got a few hundred photos from this weekend's shoot to go through, though.

Laundry and some downstairs re-orging is on deck too.

**The preceding 'tell you the tiniest minutia of my life as though you care what I'm doing 24/7' was there just for those that have found their way over from my Facebook page (which, really, not too many people have).

Weds. or Thurs will actually be the 14th day, the day when the permanent deletion is supposed to take effect and there's no chance to recover anything from my previous Facebook life.

Or as I call it, Independence Day.

It's kind of funny. I'm writing more. Now, granted, I don't know if what I'm writing is more meaningful or any of that bullshit than what I was writing over on my FB profile or not. But at this point, I'm not quite going for quality. I'm just trying to get back in to the habit of writing what's actually floating around in my head and getting that …

The Only Good Bug is a Dead Bug

This isn't going to be a terribly long post. Just really more of an aside.

I have to laugh every time I hear an advert on Pandora Radio..."Click on the banner to learn more"....

Every time I hear it, I immediately think of Starship Troopers..."would you like to know more?..."

Random, I know. But if you've seen the movie...and you listen to Pandora, you may now just chuckle every time you hear it too. The similarities are eerie.

You're welcome.

And There's Still One More Day!

This was going to be a post about how tragic the weekend turned. 
And then I got to thinking about what a tragedy really is. A tragedy is a parent listening to their hungry children cry themselves to sleep. A tragedy is the 'collateral' damage in a war zone. A tragedy is living your life without fulling understanding this world or your place in it.
These things are tragedies.
My little sob story of how my shoulder hurt from carrying my camera bag on a shoot for 3 hours last night or how my car is in the shop because the catalytic converter decided it was done working is not a tragedy. Y'all should slap the shit out of me if I ever get to the point where that shit bothers me. It's all good. you have my permission.
I've been blessed this weekend, truly. Friends of mine (who've adopted me in to their family), hired me to shoot pix of their friend and Special Olympiad. So, I went down last night for opening ceremonies and was just blown away.
I think I need to get …

Photo Phriday

It's been a good week, overall.

Sure...Mom's still in the hospital (but I think she's going to get home today). And sure I've had to get up a couple times this week to do installs at work (which isn't really that big of a deal since I've been getting up around 5AM to ride the bike anyway).

But overall, a damn good week.

And now, some Photog-y Goodness for your Phriday.

These were also recently posted to my Instagram account, so you may have seen them there, too.

I'm a sucker for some wicked sunset pix. I think on my list of things to do this summer is find out some of the steps that are used in the Instagram app to get some of these effects, because I'm digging them.

Another local sunset...

If you popped over here from my now dead Facebook page, first off-hi. Second off, this is what Todd looks like now, minus the 55lbs he used to be carrying...

Yeah, I think it's pretty damn sweet, too. I'm going to need to hit the thriftstore soon. Next week s…


The post title and the pic pretty much say it all.


It's kind of crazy these days. I come home convinced I've had a bad day...or in the moment of the day, it seems like it's shaping up to be a bad day. And then something happens. I can't explain what it is, because frankly, I don't know what to call it.

But as I'm sitting there trying to think of how shitty the day was, I get this calm. It's surreal, and it's really an almost imperceptible shift...but it's there. It's a shift to realizing that the day wasn't really bad at all. That the events of the day weren't really in and of themselves BAD...and my reaction to them, while not perfect, also was not bad. And it comes from the fact that the reason I'm actually frustrated (and that's too harsh of a word, whatever is one or two levels below frustrated--that's what I am)....but the reason I'm that is because I haven't done all I could to help people.

I was hired in to give our team a customer-centric focus. Something that …

Takes a Licking

It would appear that June is on target for some awesome things.
It looks like I've written more in the last 2 weeks than I have in the last 2  years. I don't think that's coincidence.

Mom's still in the hospital. Doing OK from what Dad says. Hopefully she'll be out Friday or Saturday at the latest. Still not sure what caused it, but we should know soon enough.

I'm a little off this morning. Had to change up the routine a bit to do some installs for work.

Oh, it's OK. I actually don't mind them. This job is still leagues ahead of the last one in terms of, well, everything.

Speaking of coolness...if you happen to be out and about near a place that sells motorcycles, or motorcycle accessories, you should check out June's issue of Thunder Roads Ohio Magazine.
Yours truly has about 6 or 7 pictures in there related to the Make It Fit Foundation Autism awareness motorcycle.
And the rumor is that I should have more pix in the July issue for Kip Meeks and Be…

You Don't Have to Put on the Red Light

Snatch was a fantastic movie to bike to in the morning. The pacing was damn near frenetic. 30 minutes flew by when I was watching that. Part of it might have been Brad Pitt playing a Gypsy. The pace of Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels is not so conducive to the ride. Many of the same characters (or actors), but the tempo's too slow for a 'lose yourself in the movie' kind of bike ride.'s been a while since I've seen it, so at this point I'm invested in it. May very well just pick a different movie to bike to tomorrow and just watch that one in the evening tonight as laundry finishes. We'll see.

Mom came through the surgery just fine and is resting now. Which is good.

And I'm ready to face the week. The weekend was good (too short, as they always are). It's weird having a job I actually look forward to. But the new gig is just such a job.

With that, I leave the three of you to your day.

Have a fantastic one!!!


Days Go By

Reason #28 that I'm happy I deleted my Facebook profile: I can use song lyrics/titles as the titles for my post without starting some kind of cyber riot (ok..not that that ever happened, but hey-it sounded cool).

I found this super cool graphic doing an image search and when I actually went to the site before stealing the pic, I read the article that accompanied it. And it was pretty cool. I'd recommend it. Check it out here "5 Reasons Why I Deleted My Facebook Profile"
I was asked today if I have tried to go back to my Facebook page since deleting it. And the answer is-no. I can't. I have to resist that urge (although the urge hasn't really been there) for the next 14 days (Well, about 10 or 11 days now). If I click on my account (or an app that was logged in to my account), it will re-activate it. I'm sure it's their way to combat the 'I accidentally deleted my account when I was drunk and stupid' syndrome. But it's also kind of a sneaky…

On Target

So, you may remember, I couple of days ago, I posted this-a list of my summer plans.

I'm happy to say the list now looks like this:

Revive the Blog.Revive the Flickr Pro account and organize the portfolio over there.Redo the TwistedZen.Com siteSet up a SmugMug Pro site for gallery/orderingRemove photos from FacebookBack up Facebook posts (hey...never know...there were some good nuggets on that wall from time to time)Abandon (hope all ye who enter) FacebookWrite moreShoot moreRest secure in the knowledge that my true friends won't give a shit if I'm on Facebook or not. Not gonna lie to you, it feels pretty damn good to be crossing that shit off. It's something I struggle with, finishing things I start. I'm trying to get better about it. I have books filled in various locations with lists of all sorts of designs and grand to be able to cross things off my lists is a nice change of pace.

The weight loss is still going well (I haven't really fired up th…

Weird Morning-Day 1

It's weird. I'm not even going to lie.

I woke up and headed down for the crapatorium, going through my morning ritual--which for the last well, probably years now, has included checking what's been happening on the 'Book.

And I looked at my phone and it wasn't there. No messages about how so and so had poked me. No little red circle with the white number telling me how many people thought I was clever. No blue square with the white 'f'. And it was fucking brilliant.

I figure it will take a day or two for people to realize that I've actually closed out my account. And another day or two for them to stop giving a crap.

I figure that the nature of the Face' is so transient anyway that things like this are only a little blip. People don't really remember who they used to read. If they do, even that fades.I'm not saying it's good or bad, it just seems to be how it is. At least that's how it plays out in my mind.

I do have a Wordpress blog…

14 Days to Freedom

I just submitted my request to delete my Facebook account.

There's a 14 day waiting period (in case you change your mind). I don't think I will. I think if I was going to change my mind about it, I would have chosen the 'Deactivate''s less 'permanent.'

Honestly...there was just a little too much bullshit floating around on Facebook for me lately.

And, it's quite possible I had a mild Facebook addiction going on. At first it started out of boredom. But when it gets to the point that the first thing you do when you wake up...the first thing you do when you come home from work...then 4 hours later wondering where the evening has gone and all you've done is look at dumb ass 'magnets' with half shitty self-deprecating quotes...then its time to change.

My real friends (not my 'Facebook Friends') will know how to get in touch with, text, or email me. Or make their way here.  And that's cool.


Summer Gameplan

Here's the summer gameplan as I currently see it:

Revive the Blog.Revive the Flickr Pro account and organize the portfolio over there.Redo the TwistedZen.Com siteSet up a SmugMug Pro site for gallery/orderingRemove photos from FacebookBack up Facebook posts (hey...never know...there were some good nuggets on that wall from time to time)Abandon (hope all ye who enter) FacebookWrite moreShoot moreRest secure in the knowledge that my true friends won't give a shit if I'm on Facebook or not.

And that's about the extent of it.

Have a fantastic Tuesday, and don't forget...


Running Away 2012 Style

I saw a facebook magnet (god, I hate those) that said 'Threatening to delete your facebook account is like running away was as a'll come back.'

And that's probably true.

I tried to ween myself off of it before.
I posted on Facebook all the time about it. Irony, that.

Even now, while I'm trying to move on, all I'm doing is fucking posting about it. But my time on there tonight was a lot less than it would have otherwise been.

I swear it's the fucking devil.  Or at least a demon spawn.

I think I need a whole chapter in my book on "God, the Universe, and Whatever Else Pops in My Head"* on how antiGod uses Facebook and other (anti)Social Media to lure us away from love in to apathy.

You see, the opposite of love is not hate. To hate you still have focus as much attention and passion, if not more, on your object of hatred than you do when you're in love. The emotional ties are actually stronger with hatred. They aren't opposites. No, …


Operation Facebook Detox is in full effect. I think I may have mentioned this earlier today. I am pretty sure I posted it on Google+ and Twitter, both of which are like the methadone clinic of the online social media realm...if for no other reason than yes, they too can become addicting, but the exposure to both (at least for me) has been nothing on the magnitude of FB.

And it's funny to me. No texts, no emails, no messages asking if anything's wrong. It's proof to the adaptability and inherent acceptance we all seem to have of Facebook. In that something changed, but people may not know immediately what changed, if they should worry about it, or if they should do anything at all, so we just carry on and proceed as normal.

I can't tell you how many friends I used to look forward to their status updates every morning and then they stopped. I can't tell you because I don't remember. It just becomes part of the scenery. And the new timeline and newsfeed bullshit is …

No Magic Pill

What a difference 3 years makes.

Believe it or not, this is actually the same shirt. It was a little tighter in 2009 than it is now. And the only way I could wear it was the 'FatTodd Method' (which consisted of wearing a long sleeved Tee under a much smaller worked, but I'm guessing I wasn't fooling anyone).

Two of my neighbors said the following to me:

"I saw you walk out to your car the other morning and I had to do a double take because I was wondering who that strange man walking out of your house was"


"You're looking more like the Todd I knew in HighSchool. If you had looked that when you moved in, I would have recognized you right away"

Both of these were amazing compliments...I don't know if they knew how much those two things touched me.

I'm down about 52/53 pounds now (depending on the day of the week) and still losing. The goal is to hit my target (225) by my birthday-5 months or so from now. And I have no doubt th…

The First Step

The first step in solving a problem is admitting you have a problem.
Alright, I admit. You have a problem.

Oh, wait, that's not what they meant. Hmmm. OK.

So, basically I'm still pressing on with the Facebook de-toxing. The urge to post some smiley thing to pump you all up and get me feeling good for helping you feel good is very hard to fight. But it becomes less so when I actually sit and look at my motives for posting things like that.

Are the posts really for me, or are they for you?

Good question. The line's still a bit too fuzzy to clarify. So, until I'm sure why I'm posting, I'm holding off. I'll let the thoughts bleed over here. I'm sure there aren't 800+ people watching me over here, so it feels a bit safer somehow.

I think that if I really look at all the time I spent on Facebook and put it to good know, re-designing the web site (as I'd been planning for the last 2 years)...or actually going out and shooting pictures of some…

Rydell Online

It's no secret to the 4 of you that read my blog that I'm still completely on the fence about the merits-vs-timesuck argument that is Facebook.

To be completely honest, I could take it or leave it right now.

I find myself sifting through the posts on my 'wall' thinking "man...when did we all slip back in to high-school??" followed with "do I really need to know that you painted your toenails a nice shade of burnt umber?" which of course leads me to "do YOU all really need to know that I rode for 30 minutes on the exercise bike this morning??"

If you're keeping score, the answers are "probably from the moment we all signed up for Facebook"...."no, I couldn't care less, but I'll click LIKE anyway" and "probably not."

So...what to do about it?

I had a little mini-experiment going. Starting Friday I posted nothing of 'real significance'...just some Instagram photos. I commented here and there a…

The New And Improved Writing Machine

The jury is still out, well, actually it hasn't even been sequestered yet as the closing arguments of the case are still being delivered. However, based on the stream of mumbo that precedes this sentence, I may have found an app that makes blogging on the iPad an enjoyable experience.

It's called Blogsy. It runs $4.99 in the App Store (you can search for it as easily as I can post the link for it) :-).

So far I'm digging it. I'm still getting used to using the external keyboard on the iPad (but I like it better than the built in keyboard).

So, I guess this is the start of something cool (all evidence in this post to the contrary). Yup. Working on getting back in to the writing groove again.

So, um. yeah. that's all I got for now. Lunchbreak would appear to be over.

Have an awesome-sauce Monday, yo.


Waxing Poetic

I want to just take a moment and...well...gush a bit.

I mean, not grossly or anything, but just to pause and say that 'yes...there are times when shit DOES actually work out the way you hope it will.' Or ' in and of itself is neither fair nor unfair, but sometimes when you do good things, then good things follow'

And that's pretty fucking cool to me.

Oh. If you're new here, sometimes I swear a bit.
It's not a big fucking deal. Mostly it's just for emphasis and shit.

So...where was I?

Oh, the good things.

Yeah. I'm going on nearly 2 months at the new job....and I have news for you---I still love it! I still think it's a fantastic fit for my temperament and I love the possibilities there.

And dude...that's HUGE for me.

I don't really know how much I bitched about my old job on this blog (I was pretty paranoid after some friends' blogs got trolled by their employers)...but...near the end, I really fucking hated that place.

A 6…