Let’s face it.  For 364 days a year, you put yourself on a pedestal about how righteous you are and how slutty or whorish that girl in accounting is, or how your boyfriend’s ex is trying to lure him away from you.

Tonight you’ll put out for week old roses, a card with a stupid tune, and the most attention your guy gave you since, well…

February 14, 2011.

Happy Valentine’s Day!



If it weren’t for my horse…

It’s been a little over a year since I started working as a ring announcer at a local wrestling independent.  Recently I’ve added webmaster stripes to my duties, in part because it really doesn’t do us justice to start promoting our next show two days before the show.

Especially when we had four or five weeks to take advantage.

One of my brilliant ideas with taking the website over is to do at the very least weekly updates.  And one of my brilliant ideas in doing that is by using video promos.

Keep this in mind: I have no idea how to edit a video for YouTube.

So I launch my Windows Live Movie Maker on my trusty 7.2 and start experimenting.  Considering I have NO experience with this, I think I put together a couple of good video clips.  Of course, the first video was a 30 second clip of one guy yelling at the other, and the second was of one guy walking down the hallway being stopped for a quick question.

Then the Crash of 2012 came and went, and I’ve had to reinstall… everything.  WLMM for some reason sucks now, and doesn’t have anything I used to make the first couple of videos awesome.  I ended up finding a copy online with all the right extensions, but I was nervous that I had lost everything.

So here I am, with my not-so trusty 7.3, trying to make my experiments look like just that and to create new masterpieces filled with awesomeness.  I went radio old school by mixing audio tracks and going back and forth: Luckily, digital doesn’t deteriorate like analog does.

Then the promoter knocked me down a notch, telling me I needed to watermark everything.  Not that I know how to do that.

But wait, I do!  That one year in high school (Thanks Bill R.!) and a semester in college paid off!

Twenty years later…


Not really a topic I like to discuss

Someone from work passed away this week.

I can’t really bring the right words together to explain what happened without sounding like a callous fool.  Considering my news experience, you’d think I could come right out and say it as I see it like I do most everything else, but in this case…

She went to the gym Monday morning.  She was just 22.  Twenty-two.  Seriously?

I’ve been going back and forth for the past year (almost) with a friend from work, trying to get her to join me (or me to join her) to start working out.  There’s always something, usually on her part, but all it’s been is talk.

I don’t want this to affect my decision but at the same time, it already has.  I’m concerned.  I’m not 22; I’m not invincible.  I take longer to wake up.  To stand up.  I don’t have a bounce in my step anymore.

I’ve seen more death in the past year than I can recall.  Ana was an older woman, though, and she didn’t realize she had cancer until it was too late, and she didn’t live much longer once she found out.

Another woman at work escaped the claws of death, but she hasn’t been back to work since November.

I hate these signs of mortality.