What The French toast?

So...welcome. For those of you that are new here...welcome. My name is Todd. And I like to think of myself as a sort of a renaissance dude for the modern era. I'm sure there are actual rules and classifications, things that one must actually do before they can call themselves a renaissance man...and I'm pretty sure I haven't done all of them yet. But no matter. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I tend to view the universe a little differently...which is to say that I typically will re-read things I have written and fully expect others reading it to go 'dude...that's some whacked out shit. what the crap is this guy smoking?' To which I simply smile and say 'nothing man...I'm just wired this way.'

Regular readers may be wondering about the overly expository nature of the introduction to today's post. And...well..yeah. Thing is, I haven't written regularly in ye olde bloggy blogge for nearly 2 weeks and I'm just trying to really get back in to the swing of it all. I'm also buying time and trying to decide whether I'm going to give you one huge ass novella of an update for what's been going on the past 2 weeks or piece meal the isht in a carefully crafted Sweeps Week Mini-marathon event. Spoiler Alert: I still haven't decided.

I am however, crafting this particular post whilst on my lunch break and I'm guessing that the length of time needed to fully bring you up to speed is going to exceed my allotted lunch time.

Which is too bad...because today is definitely a day where I could just write.....and write....and over use ellipses....and write....and write....and replay the Faberge Shampoo commercial in my head...and so on....and so on....and so on.

But...yeah. That's not going to happen. It's pretty clear that this is just a 'Hey I'm still alive....don't abandon hope all ye who enter' kind of post.

The short version of the last 2 weeks (there will be longer versions soon)...is this:

I was out of town for work. I spent 2 weeks (with the weekend in-between at home) in a place just outside of Baltimore, Maryland called Towson. We're opening a new store out there in the fall and I was out there with another guy from work and we were running cable. Thousands and thousands of feet of network and coaxial cable for the new store. I have to say that it was quite possible the hardest I've worked for 2 weeks straight...just very physical, demanding work in the middle of a construction zone.

And you know what...it was satisfying as hell to get the job done. We worked up until after we were supposed to have left for the airport on the second week (you've never seen two guys happier to learn that their flight was delayed)...but we got every run of cable pulled. Over 300 cables.



Alright, I know that's not really much of an update...but hey...it's more than I would have posted in my previous stint in social media...and it's a little slice of Todd on a warm summer's eve...er...day (because Summer's Eve is something else entirely...and I don't really need to be blogging about that now, do I?

No...no I don't.

Before I leave...a cute pic of me and my pup.

Have a kick ass Hump Day!




A Week of Monday Fundays

So...the plan was to give a daily update last week...you know, kind of a 'this is how the day went' (which, really is probably the definition of a daily update, isn't it?)...turns out that I really didn't even want to flip on the laptop or the iPad by the time I got back to the hotel room each night.

I'm not lie...it was a long week.

And...I'm scatter brained right now...there's some dude at the terminal gate right now that's having a conversation with someone that sounds like Cleveland and it's just like a fork on a chalk board. I'm thinking 'Dude...you need to sit NEXT to the person. Nobody at the gate wants to hear you talking this bullshit across the aisle about Deron and this module or that module'.

I will try to do a better job this week of keeping my 5 loyal readers updated.

We're at the gate now...and for the life of me I just can't concentrate enough to finish this one in the manner it should be finished. So....when I get on the plane, I'll give it a shot. Or else I'll update it tonight at the hotel.


They're getting ready to board.


Peach out.



Or Something Like That

Gotta get up rather early tomorrow to be at the airport in time for a 7:35 flight, so I'm pretty sure I won't be posting in the morning (unless it's from the iPad in the airport waiting to board.

My boarding group is B52...yeah, I thought that was pretty kick ass too.

OK. I'm off to bed. Catch  you peeps on the flip side.


They Made Me Do It

Holy crap!!

How have I not seen Donnie Darko before today?  If any of you told me about it, you should have impressed upon me more vehemently that (a) this is a wickedly crafted movie, (b) there are a crap ton of people in it that are all amazing, and (c) it f**king rules.

I really need to get back to working on my trip through the inner threads of the universe book. There's too many things that just come to me in daily life that point to the fact that we are all connected...and too many people don't know it and don't have a fucking clue that the harm they inflict on others is actually being inflicted on themselves.

I would say that life's too short. But that's a lie. There is no end or beginning to life. There is only life. But I'm getting ahead of myself here.

Point is....go watch Donnie Darko. And I hope it disturbs and inspires you as much as it does me.


It's Been A Long Time

I shouldn't have left you....
Without a strong rhyme to step to...

It's funny. I could go months before without a post...now I go a week without updating the blog and I feel bad about not writing. I guess that's the difference when the creative outlets shift.

Speaking of outlets, I'd like to welcome the new people that may (or may not) be coming over from Facebookistan.

Just to recap...I didn't leave facebook because of you...or anyone else. I left because I was getting addicted to it. So...short answer, I was sick of the anti-social nature of 'social media' and the long answer is contained in many previous posts on this blog devoted to the topic.

Hey...I'm down about 66 pounds total on the Journey to Healthy Todd (or 'no more lard ass' as I normally call it)...now, granted, I'm sure a couple of those pounds came back this weekend due to the celebrating the loss of poundage in the first place. And that's ok...the general trend, over time, is a downward slope. And that's cool by me.

It's 3:24 AM and I'm spent in that way that's a mix of sweet exhaustion mixed with inebriation, mixed with the joy of seeing and spending time with friends you haven't seen in a long time. All those things got wrapped up in to one Saturday at Brew-Strs.

And just like that, my train of thought has derailed. I know there was something in there a...

.....annnnnnnnd we're back.
So what did we learn from this lesson, kiddos?  That's right. We learned that Todd trying to post a blog entry after he's come home from Brew-Stirs is a bad idea. It's a good thing that I can touch type, because I'm sure that hunting and pecking to type anything after those Moerlein Emancipator Doppelbocks Chris was serving me last night would have been a bad thing...like a motion sickness bad thing. And trust me...that's not the way I want to test out if my laptop keyboard really is resistant to liquids or not.

I will have to post again later today after my laundry is done and I'm packed up for my trip this week if only for the simple pleasure of quoting the first couple lines of Rocket Man. Sh'up, I know I'm a dork, what of it?

Did I mention that I'm pumped for these trips? I'm going out to Maryland to run the cable for our newest MicroCenter store. And it should be quite the epic trip of awesomeness. I'll be sure to post in the evenings...and I'll post pix if I can (not sure all the ramifications of that yet).


Last night was crazy.  First of all, I drove to Brew-Stirs (which I never do) because of the torrential downpour we were having last night (that stopped 1/2 hour after I got there--go figure). So...no big deal....switch to water closer to the end of the night and all is well that ends well.

So...that was the first anomaly. Then, at the bar chilling with another regular, we look around and notice that the bar is PACKED (again...kind of a rarity as of late). But it's not packed with regulars. It's packed with such a diverse crowd that it's kinda freaky. I felt like I walked in to Alternate Universe Brew-Stirs or something. It was very Twilight Zone-y. THEN....a fight broke out.  Domestic dispute. Some dude called some lady a c**t and some other dude was trying to defend her honor (which, knowing the lady, she probably was being a see you next tuesday, but that's besides the point). So they all get cleared out (even though one of the dudes was like the herp....kept coming back--I guess it helped that he knew one of the owners, but that's a story for another time).

So...shit settles from all that....then I look over and some lady had some other lady in a choke hold and was wrasslin' her down to the ground. Keno cards were flying...it was nuts.

I looked at my friend Bill (who was thankful that night that he was a former bouncer, and not on the clock) and said 'bitches be robo-trippin''


I think there was a third fight in there somewhere. It was nuts. And that was all before 11PM!!

Luckily the evening settled in to a nice groove from there.

I saw no less than like 7 or 8 people that I haven't seen since I left Facebook and it was awesome. We laughed...we drank...we (ok, I) ate pizza....and I danced my ass off.

I had to show the young pups that there was more to grooving on the dance floor than just flashy ABDC moves. Yes, son, I know those moves. I hate to break it to you, but popping and locking isn't really as new as you think it is. In fact, I can actually remember when it WAS new. And we called it Break Dancing (because if you didn't do it correctly, you would definitely wind up breaking something).

Heh...so, yeah. Still smiles from the fun last night. I've got to get off ye olde laptop for now and get moving with the day...but I'm glad you stopped by. Don't be such a stranger.

Peace out!!



I'm looking for a dare to be great situation...

"...kickboxing, you ever heard of kickboxing? Sport of the future? Don the Dragon Wilson? Benny "the Jet" Uriquez? Mercy Mess on the Champions of Sport? I can see by your face, no. My point is, you can relax because your daughter will be safe with me for the next 7 to 8 hours, sir."

I think I identify most with John Cusack characters most often because each one starts off as some ordinary dude who, through the course of the film reveals himself to be a zen master in disguise that not only seems to have his finger on the pulse of that guy that all guys want to be, but also what it takes to make life worth living.

Not that that has much to do with the quote above. That was really more for the angle of kick boxing. My neighbor and I have been throwing the idea back and forth for quite some time now of heading over to Koguryo Martial Arts (which is like 2 blocks from the house) and seeing what it's all about.

Well, Sara found out they had a special for 3 classes with gloves for $20. So we went last night.
Turns out they also had 5 classes (with gloves) for $30, so we got that.

And the instructor was like 'So....were you going to stay for tonight's class?'  Urm....sure.
25 minutes later I had entered the 4th circle of hell. Wow,

The cool thing is, I know I'm going to have to dig deep to stick with this. Not sure if I'm going to get a membership or not, but I can see it being something I stick with. They also have traditional martial arts training. And I will probably migrate over to that after the 5 classes of kick boxing are done. We'll have to see.

You know what's funny? I'm not as sore as I thought I would be. I'm actually....refreshed. Weird, I know. But...what can I say? lol. Good times.

Alright....off to work on things around the house.

Have a fantastic weekend!!



No News Is Good News

Part of me wants to take a very philosophical bent on that statement. I mean, I can't remember when I first heard it, but it ties in with the age old 'Ignorance is bliss.' And I suppose to an extent it is. If you read in such a way that it means "if you receive NO news at all, then it's the same as receiving GOOD news."

I could argue though, that it means that no news of any time is good news. Such that, if you receive any news whatever, it's not good news.

The philosopher in me wants to rip down that path, caution to the wind like the final kid in a red rover game that has one last chance of breaking through the other kids' line.

You see, the philosopher in me (who, it would seem, is of the existential bend) would take it to mean that if you are in a position to receive 'news'...which is information of something happening other than where you are currently, then you are not actually living or experiencing that of which you are receiving the news.

In other words, news of a Michael Phelps medal does me no actual good. I'm not winning the medal myself. People racing against Phelps don't need the news of his win. Spectators in the natatorium don't need news of his win, they were there to live the experience. Thereby, of its nature, news is not good because it only serves to remind you of that which you did not live through in person.

But this is a debate for another time.

All I was really looking for was a way to put out an entry that simply said, I don't have much to report today. Rode 45 minutes on the bike this morning. I farted less during the night, with less cramping (but still blasted a 20 second wolf biscuit this morning). And I'm looking forward to kicking ass at work today and having a few drinks with friends this evening.

In other words, no real news at all.

Have a fantastic Friday, my friends. And for the 5 of you that regularly read this space, remember one thing as you read stories of great exploits and happenings out there in the world...there is always someone that would look at your story and think that the life you're living is truly blessed.  Don't prove them wrong.



Gasseous Clay

It is the 2nd morning after the 2nd night of the new CPAP machine. They raised my air pressure from 12 to 14. That of itself may not seem like a lot, but my body would beg to differ with you on that.

It was so bad Tuesday night that I got up about 3 times in the middle of the night because I thought that the little thing from Alien (which, I guess would be the alien, wouldn't it) was about to pull a John Hurt (or Kane, as you might know him) and burst out of my chest. I'd only had gas that bad a few other times.

Apparently my body is getting used to it. In addition to phase two of the face-hugger conundrum last night (in which I only woke up one time to relieve the pressure), I again had about 15 minutes of some serious pootage this morning. Funny, I don't remember being judge in any Chili Cook-offs recently.

I know that it's just going to take some time to get used to it. The old CPAP was the same way. And my body got used to that, too. But there's a couple of differences...this one is a full face mask (covers my mouth and nose). The other was just a nostril mask (meaning that my mouth would open, thereby releasing the air...problem was--my mouth would open, thereby releasing the air (instead of forcing it down my closed esophagus)). There's no where for the air to go now but down my wind pipe..which is probably a good thing.

Except for the tremendous gas.

Did I mention I'm farting. A lot?

Yeah. Sorry. It's been pre-occupying me. I sure hope my body acclimates to the new pressure settings soon.

In other news of bodily functions, my body is now 64 pounds lighter than it was in November. In 8 months I've reduced my body by nearly 20% of what it once was. This also puts me at 60% of my total weight loss goal.

I'm completely pumped, yo.

So...other than the tremendous gas (and mostly better sleep), the health things are really falling in to place these days.

Work is going phenomenally well. It's really kind of blowing my mind that I'm at a place where I can see a future and see the difference I can make in the company. It is a blessing. And I literally thank God every day driving to work (ok...maybe not literally, but it's on my heart...and that's what's important).  I'm ramping up for a 2 week trip to Maryland to get ready to lay cable at the new store. I'm pretty excited for that, too.

I've been mostly doing photo editing lately with a few scattered shoots here and there. But I'm finding that the passion for the photography has not waned in the least with the newfound job love. In fact, it's grown for the simple fact that now I can do the shoots that I want to do. I can get creative.  I can shoot just to shoot. I don't really have to worry about trying to take every gig that comes along because I'm not trying to build a business. It's not a plan B for me to retire to right now. Now it's just about growing and fostering my skills and craft.  Which...is a pretty fucking cool place to be, if you really want to know the truth.

And the writing. Did  I mention the writing? I've written more on this blog in the past two months than I have in the past two years. I predict that very soon, the number of recent posts on the blog will out number the number of blog entries for the entire time I had a facebook account.

THAT makes my heart happy.

Happy hearts kick ass.

And with that I need to go get ready for work...I've cooled down after my 25minute ride. Time to hit the Meal Replacement Shake, have some vitamins and rock and roll in to this day.

Hope your day is filled with so many blessings that you have no choice but to share them with others!


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