For somebody in the communications business...
...I'm a terrible communicator. Just ask Mike Peck -- who scolded me dearly for:
A.) Failing to respond to even the most rudimentary and brief attempts at conversation.
B.) Failing to update this blog more than once every month.
C.) Being an all-around jackass.
There is a bright side to this of course. That being that I've been preoccupied. Meaning, I have much news to report.
So, on to it.
When we left off on May 03, I was suffering from a heapin' helpin of milk-sop angst. This has only slightly changed. In the intervening month I have sunk to the depths of poverty, been very angry with most things, gotten another job, been in a stage show, earned some money, paid a bill or two and had to suffer the effects of John Reuter moving to Sandpoint.
All told, I'm feeling pretty good -- which is rare.
So in more detail: that poem, which Mr. Glen adequately tore asunder like a carrior bird, was eventually read aloud by me at a stage show at the Panida Theater in town. "Behind the Mic" is what it was called, and consisted of 16 local "young" musicians, writers, poets, etc. presenting their respective "talents" in a big production.
My poem was a bit dark, I think. But I don't care. At the end of the show we were presented with a $15,000.00 check from a local philanthropist. Combined with ticket sales (we almost sold out the auditorium) each of us went home with $1,000.00. Which was very needed, as I currently have three bills in collections and my cell phone has been shut off for nearly a month (non-payment. Woo-hoo!).
Yes, so that was good.
I also am now an ex-smoking quitter. Yes, I tried to quit (for three weeks) and finally failed in a fit of stress and anger (who gives a sh*t if I die? What does it all matter? -- milk-sop angst indeed). Like most addicts, however, I'm currently making all manner of solemn vows to "quit again." We shall see.
The biggest news, however, is that sometime in September 2006 Danielle and I will be getting married.
Oh yes, you read that right. After about four years of dating (with two noticeable lapses) and two years of living together, we figured it would be a good idea to make it official. So far the response has been surprise (that I would ever get married) and non-surprise (that I would marry Danielle). All in all, it's been a positive thing, and my grandmother is very excited to have another Mrs. Hagadone.
I know, I know, it's not very "radical" or "contrarian" or "outre" of me to get married, but f*ck all that. As far as I'm concerned, we've pretty much been married anyway for the past two years at least. We just want to have a party. More details to follow.
So there you have it: my news from May 03 -- June 24. Now that we're all caught up I can resume posting angry denunciations of things instead of chortling on about trivial bits of personal minutiae.
Shazaam indeed.
This will be our invitation. "Bring Your Own Shells." Yeee-ha.
A.) Failing to respond to even the most rudimentary and brief attempts at conversation.
B.) Failing to update this blog more than once every month.
C.) Being an all-around jackass.
There is a bright side to this of course. That being that I've been preoccupied. Meaning, I have much news to report.
So, on to it.
When we left off on May 03, I was suffering from a heapin' helpin of milk-sop angst. This has only slightly changed. In the intervening month I have sunk to the depths of poverty, been very angry with most things, gotten another job, been in a stage show, earned some money, paid a bill or two and had to suffer the effects of John Reuter moving to Sandpoint.
All told, I'm feeling pretty good -- which is rare.
So in more detail: that poem, which Mr. Glen adequately tore asunder like a carrior bird, was eventually read aloud by me at a stage show at the Panida Theater in town. "Behind the Mic" is what it was called, and consisted of 16 local "young" musicians, writers, poets, etc. presenting their respective "talents" in a big production.
My poem was a bit dark, I think. But I don't care. At the end of the show we were presented with a $15,000.00 check from a local philanthropist. Combined with ticket sales (we almost sold out the auditorium) each of us went home with $1,000.00. Which was very needed, as I currently have three bills in collections and my cell phone has been shut off for nearly a month (non-payment. Woo-hoo!).
Yes, so that was good.
I also am now an ex-smoking quitter. Yes, I tried to quit (for three weeks) and finally failed in a fit of stress and anger (who gives a sh*t if I die? What does it all matter? -- milk-sop angst indeed). Like most addicts, however, I'm currently making all manner of solemn vows to "quit again." We shall see.
The biggest news, however, is that sometime in September 2006 Danielle and I will be getting married.
Oh yes, you read that right. After about four years of dating (with two noticeable lapses) and two years of living together, we figured it would be a good idea to make it official. So far the response has been surprise (that I would ever get married) and non-surprise (that I would marry Danielle). All in all, it's been a positive thing, and my grandmother is very excited to have another Mrs. Hagadone.
I know, I know, it's not very "radical" or "contrarian" or "outre" of me to get married, but f*ck all that. As far as I'm concerned, we've pretty much been married anyway for the past two years at least. We just want to have a party. More details to follow.
So there you have it: my news from May 03 -- June 24. Now that we're all caught up I can resume posting angry denunciations of things instead of chortling on about trivial bits of personal minutiae.
Shazaam indeed.
This will be our invitation. "Bring Your Own Shells." Yeee-ha.
4 Comments:
Hey...that is beautiful news. When I get back I can do the second ceremony. And I though your writing was powerful and amazing, by the way!
Hmm. Not sure how I feel about being the person to sucker you into posting. Seems like this has happened before.
In any event, I'm glad you did. The web needs more of your rubbish so we can all read it. It is entertaining, and dare I say enlightening.
And the wedding thing. Ya. I was shocked too. But that is super cool. I'd say Danielle is a lucky lady... but I'm afraid that would be a little backwards. Congrats ALL AROUND!
Congrats my friend, although secretly I kind of figured it was coming at some point. That's awesome about your poem you are an amazing writer. You must come up to Seattle for a visit. It's really nice in the summer time.
wow.. oh my.. (i tried to call. ha. disconnected still, i see.)
congratulations. seriously.
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