So, inspiration stuck. And I drew for the first time in a long time and wrote a poem. You see, I’ve met a pretty rocking girl. I don’t think she’s into me the way I’m into her…I’m not sure. But she has a lot in common with me and is totally sweet. So, yeah…who knows what is going to happen? I’m not getting my hopes up because I’m sick of getting hurt. So, there it is. Enjoy.
Fair warning, people…this post is probably going to be a little emo and sad. :’( So, have your tissues ready!
Yep...I'm probably going to die alone.
So, where to begin…in writing, it is always so hard to find a good beginning. I guess this beginning could “begin with an ending” in a sense. You see, sometime this month my ex and I will be filling out and signing our divorce papers. Yep. We’re taking our obvious failure of a marriage and slamming the “FAIL” rubber stamp on it officially. So, that is going to be tough. I still hurt a lot and get upset a lot when I think about it.
In other news, I’ve been looking at dating on some of the dating websites out there and I’ve got to say that it is pretty depressing. I thought I took my time and set up a pretty good profile. My pictures were the best I had of myself. I’m really trying, right? So, why is it that I’ve only had a handful of girls contact me? I’ve had dates with two girls who were nice and who I’d like to get to know more, but after one date with me they haven’t been too eager. 
Yep. Evidently, I suck at life. I just don’t understand what is so wrong with me. I’m polite. I bring flowers. I pay. I make conversation. I make sure I smell good. Yeah, I can be a tad shy and I’m not a fricking male model with a perfect body…but I always thought girls were supposed to be able to see beyond that.
Maybe people can look at me and see that I’m practically dead inside or something? *sigh* I mean, I work full-time as a computer technician. I take care of my home, my child, my dog, and myself. No, I don’t get out a lot because I’ve got a lot of responsibility. I chose to make my son the top priority in my life when my marriage failed. I thought that women admired a man stepping up like that. I know I am a good person and not just a total jerk or dud. My coworkers like me. Yeah, my light has faded a bit and I’ve been hurt really bad by two women. But I’m doing my best…I really am trying. Maybe I’m trying too hard? Maybe I’m sad, lonely, and I reek of desperation? I don’t know. I don’t get it.
Is it time for the self-proclaimed "chick magnet" to throw in the towel and admit defeat?
Is it so bad to just not want to be alone and to want to find somebody like me out there? Do girls just see my mug and think, “My God, how dare that ugly oaf even send me a message?” All in all, it is more than a little depressing. But I will continue on and try to believe that there must be somebody out there who is perfect for me…any advice on dating and life would be appreciated, though. Ciao.
This is something I wrote in response to this article:
“After reading your article, it makes me wonder…have you really tried the product you are slandering? I think that if you had then you would probably not speak so negatively about it (unless you did, by chance, try one of Dippin’ Dots knock off competitors like Mini Melts or Itti Bitz – they are worthless and cheaper for a reason).
Don’t get me wrong. I understand that you’re taking a cheap jab at a slogan that was created in 1988 as a sales tool. Yeah, they had the same slogan for a long time. Haha. Hilarious. You’ve done a wonderful job in pointing out the obvious. You get a gold star. (Sorry. Where are my manners?)
The point of the slogan was that Dippin’ Dots was taking a tired idea that had been created and eaten the same way for a long time and revolutionizing it into something fun and creative. Dippin’ Dots isn’t just ice cream…it is ice cream that seems to emphasize breaking the rule of “not playing with your food.” It is a family treat that is aimed at kids much like traditional ice cream. But what fun is hand-scooped ice cream? You can buy that at Wal-Mart and take it home and eat it.
Also, note that Dippin’ Dots seems more expensive because (as Reilly pointed out before) because a larger volume of Dippin’ Dots can fit into a smaller bowl than a traditional ice cream because, whenever it is flash frozen the air is removed from the product. So, a traditional bowl of ice cream (if you were to remove the air from the product) would not fill the same space as a similar bowl of Dippin’ Dots. With Dippin’ Dots you get 100% ice cream made with high quality materials. That is another reason for the price. You can buy a knock off product for less but who knows what you’re putting into your body?
So, now that you know a bit more of the truth about Dippin’ Dots, maybe you won’t feel as strongly negative about the product? I suggest that you go find a Dippin’ Dots stand and give the product a shot. It is great. I have the opportunity to work where Dippin’ Dots are not difficult to come by and I will say that I am hooked.
Anyway, let me conclude by saying that I enjoyed reading your article – I even got a chuckle at the references to Super Mario Bros. 3, Sonny Bono, and Brooke Hogan. Although I agree with Bear Silber that Super Mario Bros. 3 is epic (and it is sort of the future of gaming as it has been re-released on both the Nintendo DS and the Wii due to its fame and large fan-base). Lastly, for somebody who is so strongly against supporting Dippin’ Dots, answer me this: Can over a million facebook fans be wrong that Dippin’ Dots is great? I don’t think so. Thanks.”
I just felt that this information was important to portray. Dippin’ Dots is a great product and I think they deserve a little better informed representation than this guy was presenting. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading this.
Ah, World of Warcraft. You have never let me down in the past. One might even go so far as to say that you are the perfect MMORPG. You’re fun. Exciting. Innovative. Entertaining. You succeed where every other MMORPG has failed.
Now, that being said…why hast thou forsaken me, World of Warcraft? I’ll admit. I had to quit you for a while. I got married. I had a kid. Life got busy and I had to focus more on work, family, and real life. But I told you that I would come back…couldn’t you wait for me?
You say I cheated? I never cheated. I never even touched you for the entire time I was away…so how could it have been me?
I spoke to Blizzard Technical Support today because I want to get back into World of Warcraft. A buddy of mine wanted to “bring me out of retirement.” I was so freaking stoked. Until when I first tried to log back into my account only to find that it was permanently closed/banned. Why? Because, somehow, somebody using my account was caught cheating during my absence from the game. How is this possible? You tell me. I wasn’t there. I don’t know.
So, I say to the technical support representative (his name was Fabio), “Well, what can be done to reactivate it?”
His response is simply that he will send the account back to be reviewed for possible reactivation…but there is no guarantee.
I say, “Fabio…can’t you make something happen here? I was the victim of an unfair and unjust crime! Can’t anything be done.”
He proceeds to tell me that my account getting hacked is my fault/responsibility. There is nothing he can do. Fabio doesn’t care about my dilemma. Blizzard doesn’t care about my dilemma.
I have a bad feeling that my account will not be reactivated. Blizzard will not show kindness to somebody who has been there since the open beta before the game went live. They will not give me back that which has been taken away. And why…because I’m a victim…or because I was mistreated and abused…or maybe because they’re too busy counting their money?
As the following Penny Arcade comic shows, perhaps Blizzard simply can’t help themselves:
I am so upset, right now. Has anybody else experienced these issues? Does Blizzard not care about the gamers as they sit upon their throne not made of ice but of money? Please, gamers, help me to rise up and bring fairness, justice, and a caring attitude back to World of Warcraft.
I started to draw a comic tonight…after all, this entire blog began as a webcomic…but I can’t find it within myself – partly because I feel that I am so unskilled that I just feel like my attempting to draw a comic is a joke. I don’t have real talent like a lot of other artists. I simply enjoy comics and, like many fans, wish that I could give back to the world of that which I enjoy. But, alas, I’m a talentless hack.
I’ve spent the majority of my life just passing through it. I used to be so strong in my faith. It used to give my life purpose. Now, without it, I just feel like I wander aimlessly, sometimes. No, it isn’t just my faith – I felt like this before. It seems as though life could quite possibly be meaningless. We have our basic needs: We eat. We sleep. We find shelter. We procreate to further the survival of the species. There you go. That is a great word for it: We SURVIVE. It has always seemed to me that life must have so much more to offer.
I feel this way a lot…this sense of loss and hopelessness. I felt it even when I had my meager faith to cling to…it didn’t give me peace in this life but rather a sense of peace about after this life. Should that be enough for me to just go through this life? I have my family. I have my career. I have my hobbies. Yet I still feel unfulfilled. If I died today would I leave any type of mark on the world…or would I be forgotten? If I died today would anyone cry for my loss? Am I making a difference in this world? Am I living a life worth living?
The answer is no. I’m out of shape, lazy, and unmotivated. So what can I do to make this life more worth living? What gives people purpose? Can other people keep that sense of purpose in this life without looking at the big picture (life and death) and feeling dread? Does anybody else feel this way? Is this simply the way it is? I feel like we live in a world of sheep or cattle. We go to work. We clock in and clock out. We eat our meals. We go to sleep. We do it again. And, in between, we mindlessly tune out to television, video games, music, or whatever.
I believe Homer Simpson said it best when he said to Bart that he used to have dreams until the weight of the world crushed his spirit. I was talking to my wife, today, and I told her how I thought it would be great to be a kid like our son Aiden. He’s carefree. He doesn’t watch clocks. He doesn’t have anxiety. His biggest worries include being fed, having his diaper changed, and playing with his toys. Maybe it is just a disappointment to me that life seems like one long burden to be suffered until we inevitably break under the pressure and old age takes us back to that great beyond.
I almost feel guilty feeling the way I do. I have a beautiful family. My son is so precious and I would give anything for him. I do have a lot to be thankful for. Yet, still, I cannot help but feel that life wasn’t meant to be lived this way. Or maybe there is no point to it all. Don’t get me wrong – I still have my faith (along with a healthy dose of skepticism). But no longer am I naive. Perhaps man is both blessed and cursed to have the intelligence to allow us to ponder these thoughts and despair.
I would normally apologize for being so negative, but I’ve decided it is unnecessary. I appreciate comments as it is good to know that, somehow, the ripple of thought that I put out there can cause other ripples in the ocean of life. Please, share with me your philosophy or feel free to comment on my own. Thanks.
So, Aiden experienced his first taste of Halloween, tonight. We got him a lion costume at Wal-Mart and we dressed him up to go visit his Great-Grandma. He was so darn cute – check out these pics!
Well, until Thanksgiving, that’s all we’ve got, folks. Enjoy!!!
So, as time goes flying by the milestones in my son’s life just keep rolling on, too. Just the other day, we walked into his room in the morning to see him sitting up on his bottom by himself just smiling so proudly. And, today, just now…not even 15 minutes ago, he pulled himself up to standing by himself in his playpen. I was just like, “Whoa…” I mean, he’ll be walking in no time…seriously!!! It’s insane!
Anyways, it’s been a long time since I’ve thrown some pics on here. Unfortunately, my Olympus camera bit the dust – it saddens me because it just randomly quit working one day, and I’ve read such great things about Olympus. It blows. Oh well…here’s some pics from a camcorder. The quality isn’t perfect, but better than nothing…enjoy!
He’s a heavy drinker…as you can see. 
Doesn’t he LOOK so innocent…? Yeah, right! 
Why, hello, daddy…what do you have there??
I’m a little scared…how did I get way up here? He looks so innocent and cute here!
And this is him showing his true colors…he’s so MAD!
And, of course, we can’t forget our little baby puggadoo…poor lil Havok. We love you, too!
I’ve been rereading PvP at work during my lunch breaks and I’ve been thinking a lot about this strip ever since I got married and had a little one of my own. It really speaks to me because it is so freaking true! Enjoy:
I want to throw some props to Scott Kurtz. I don’t know if I’ve ever really talked about him on here – I’m sure I must have – but he really is one of the strongest influences in my longing to be some sort of cartoonist/webcomic artist. Although my comics are horrid and I’m completely and utterly untalented, it is still something I’ve always enjoyed (both drawing and reading comics…especially the Sunday funnies…they’re the only reason I buy the Sunday paper!) and would like to pursue further. Unfortunately, being a husband, father, and help desk technician comes first…not to mention I’m incredibly lazy and not that self-motivated. I am getting better, though.
Well, it’s just me and Aiden tonight while Kristen goes to school for a few hours…won’t that be fun. 
He’s so aggravating in the evenings. He’s nine months old and all he does is whine, whine, whine. Does anybody else experience this sort of behavior in their toddlers? My natural thought is that his mother and grandmother have spoiled him rotten…but I’m unsure. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
Okay – back to work. Later!
So, this is actually based on a true story…my co-worker storms into my office, today, demanding that I inform her how to “undo” an e-mail she sent to the wrong recipient with sensitive information. I was like, “Uh…are you serious?” And, of course, she was. But I informed her that once you hit send…well, that’s the end. It’s out there and you might as well e-mail the person you sent it to and say, “Oops.” Anyways, I thought it was funny so I threw it in an e-mail. I hope that Jamie won’t hold it against me that I used her here…sorry Jamie! Enjoy.
Drew a new comic using one of my graphics tablets…not great, but I didn’t have a lot of time. Sorry! I will try to do better from now on…enjoy!
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