Mini-Me

I’m sitting at a refurnished rotund table in the middle of the Grand County library. I know that’s not a catchy way to start a blog post, but hey, you can’t win ‘em all the time. I’m sitting here alone, by myself, isolated, the way I usually sit when I’m on the road. No worries though, I’m used to this solitary lifestyle by now. You’ve heard me talk about people watching in the past. I have mocked a trio of mothers whose fashion was spawned...

You Can't Always Get What You Want

“I saw her today at the reception, A glass of wine in her hand. I knew she was going to meet her connection, At her feet was a footloose man.” Back to live action I will admit last week’s monthly topic was a little bland. You’ll have to forgive me for slacking in my writing responsibilities. I could throw out the excuses such as school starting, work picking up, and lack of sleep, but I shouldn’t let you as a reader down. Forgive my laziness...

Sunday

With Sunday being the day of rest, I think that this sentence sums up the overall feel for the day. I've got to get back to my nap....

Saturday!

AAAHHH! Isn’t today just a breath of lazy fresh air blowing in our faces all day long? For full effect, download "Saturday Night" by Earth Wind & Fire and play at maximum volume throughout the duration of this post. Although they don’t necessarily rank on the list as my personal favorites, Saturday has a whole truck-load of goodies piled into it. Saturday’s are garage sales. They’re football-packed fall seasons where guys stay planted in their La-Z-Boy’s from sun up to sun down. They’re when diets get put on the backburner while people...

FRIDAY!

Are you as happy as I am that this day has finally arrived? I think we all have a breath of fresh air rush through our lungs the second that our alarm clocks go off on a Friday morning. For full effect download “Glorious Day” by Weezer and play at maximum volume throughout the duration of this post. Everybody’s workin’ for the weekend. Thank you Loverboy for providing such an inspirational chorus for all of us to belt out once the 5:00 workweek...

Thursday

Almost there. For full effect, download “Thursday’s Child” by David Bowie and play at maximum volume throughout the duration of this post. Or, if you’re tired of listening to humdrum music that has a chorus focused on a day of the week, then perhaps try out “Rhinestone Cowboy” by Glen Campbell. In honor of the noble Rhinestone Cowboy himself, or as he is also known as B.E.P. Longhorn. Man, this guy looks good in green. You can hear this...

Wednesday

Wednesdays. Hump days. The best, and or worst, of both worlds. Wednesdays are when guys walk into the gym half drunk from Math tests and half sober from free throws. Wednesdays are staring down a dark tunnel and barely seeing that speck of light also known as the train coming at you, or the day also known as Friday. But that’s too far away at the moment. You’ve got things to take care of before you board that weekend retreat off into no man’s...

Tuesday

On to day two. The dreaded, the feared, the slightly less than evil from what we just forced ourself through 24 hours earlier. The one and only Tuesday! Please, hold your applause. Tuesday is a whole new ballpark to suit up for. Thank you Barney Stinson for that glorious two-word phrase by the way. If you are a Monday fellow and you actually stay committed to your previous day’s resolution on a Tuesday, it opens a few eyes, but not many....

Monday, Monday

Every individual 24-hour period has its own little feel or niche about it that makes everyone realize what day of the week it is without even looking at the calendar. Monday without question is the principal prime example of this theory. For full effect download “Monday, Monday” by the Mama’s and the Papa’s and play at maximum volume throughout the duration of this post. Monday is the day that everyone hates with an extreme passion. It is the...

Week of Days

Before you click on the X in the upper right hand corner, or the backwards arrow in the upper left, hear me out on this week's topic, despite the fact that the title sounds redundantly boring and potentially could make you face plant into your evening bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios because of its lack of excitement. Laying in bed yesterday at around 1:47 p.m. I thought to myself how it really felt like a Saturday morning. Being nestled in my blanky still...

Does Your Face Hurt?

I thought I was having a fun time last night enjoying the atmosphere among friends as a fellow comrade had returned home from working all summer. I thought I was enjoying the atmosphere on a hot summer evening as the sun set and pulled pork sandwiches dripped from my mouth. I thought I was logging sentimental memories as myself and a few pals were having a replica dunk contest on a 7-foot tall basketball hoop. But then a feisty yellow jacket...

The Governor's Ball

My roommates play games. I'm used to this by now. I play pickup basketball and intramural 3 on 3. They play Halo, Black Ops, and Madden 2012. Nothing wrong with that at all. Different strokes for different folks.Giggity.They have however gotten involved in a new game that has enveloped them every other week now. That has taken over their creative energies in a group setting. This is a game that is a spin-off of Dungeons & Dragons. A much cooler...

Hello, My Name is Inigo Montoya

Saw this today on Reddit, and immediately started quoting in my head the line that was burned into my brain the day that I first saw The Princess Bride. Whatever creative artist put this collage together, I tip my hat to him. ...

I am an Ogre

There are times when I don't like being a gigantic creature. On the basketball court, it's something to be proud of. Snatching rebounds away from smaller runts, or using my weight to push big men out of the paint while defending, but when my focus isn't about tossing a spherical ball into a hoop, my size is not one of my most satisfying qualities. When I was in junior high, there would be times when my rowdy friends and I would keep our mouths...

Crawdiddling

Here I sit beside a campfire as my compadres and I revel in Mother Nature's arena. Yes my friends, that's right. I am an outdoors fella enjoying the great outdoors. Minus John Candy and Dan Akroyd. Amidst the surrounding serenity a disturbing event has just happened. An event that will make PETA activists campaign heavily against if they ever catch wind of this blogpost. I hope that this won't put a twist in any of your panties. Please forgive me...

The Miss Piggy

A wise figure in my life commented to me this past week that I should try and be more positive in my writings, in my blogposts. He is right I must admit. At times I am a cynical punk with Ebenezer Scrooge-like characteristics; pre-Jacob Marley hallucination, mind you. “Really Brock, you’re an ornery bugger with a 36-year old mid-life crisis head on your shoulders who has to vent about anything you can.” Chief Kent said to me last week as we...

Wasting my life away

Now that the Week of Social Media has come to an end, I will go back to the normally assigned randomly cynical topics that I usually delve into every other day. You may now go back to your regularly scheduled reading. All 36 of you. In honor of my Grandpa, I have been trying to be more positive, more uplifting. But I don't think that is possible at all for what I am currently enduring. I am currently sitting next to B.E.P. Longhorn at a very, how do you put it... waste of a three-day conference? Yeah, that seems to describe this feeble attempt...