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.
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!
So, I’m sitting at home and bored out of my mind on a Saturday…can you believe it? So, I decided to fool around with Photoshop CS3 a bit and made some pics of what my son will look like is 20 years and what my dog things he looks like…enjoy!
Hmm…where to begin.
First of all, let me officially make the announcement that our son was born this past Tuesday, December 09, 2008. He was born at 12:09pm on 12/09/08. Crazy, I know.
So, my wife and I went into the hospital on Sunday night (December 07) because they were going to do cervadil induction due to my wife’s blood pressure being high. We got there, they gave her the cervadil, and the next morning they started her on Pitocin, a drug that causes her to have contractions. Long story short, she stayed in labor for 30 hours. She kept making just enough progress that the doctor kept holding off on doing a c-section. During this labor, she was stuck in the arm about six times trying to get a vein for an IV and had to have two epidurals done because they first one didn’t take. Basically, she was put through the ringer. The doctor finally decided to perform a c-section the morning Aiden was born.
My son’s name is Aiden Emery Thorn Hamilton. And he is…wonderful. He is everything I could ever want and so much more. It just boggles my mind to realize that we created this child. When I saw the doctors pull him out of my wife, I realized right then that life was going to be different from now on…forever. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Anyways, enough typing…I’m sure you want to see some pictures. Enjoy!
Resting after a long first day.
Sitting up and getting burped for the first time in nursery.
Aiden’s first pacifier in nursery – he took right to it.
Aiden holding his pacifier.
The world if a cold, cruel place…and Aiden is pissed!
Just chillin’ in the nursery.
My oldest sister, Jennifer, holding Aiden.
Aiden and his womb bear in the crib.
Dad loves you, Aiden…yet he needs a nap, too!
One lucky daddy holding his son.
He’s MY BABY! 
Aiden says, “Take a picture…it’ll last longer.” So, I did!
Mom and dad before rolling into the surgery room.
Oh, you must’ve been a beautiful baby.
First time drinking from the bottle…such a lil’ rebel.
Squirming around in his nursery crib.
Aiden’s hospital tag from his crib. He was 7 lbs 11 oz, 18 1/2 inches, born on 12/09/08 at 12:09 pm.
Me and Kristen in the surgery room during her c-section.
Aiden loves the holding and the pacifier.
Footprints on my hands.
Daddy and Aiden have a little man-to-man talk.
Mommy and Aiden bonding.
She thinks that it was all worth it after all.
My two babies both worn out and snuggling.
Sleeping and bundled.
Just being held and checking out the world.
Fresh from the womb and being cleaned up.
Just FYI…videos are coming SOON!!! 
So, this comic is actually a mixture of two things. The joke is seriously a joke I thought up today and told my wife whilst we were shopping…and, like the poor sap in the panel with me, she shot it down. I may have been tempted to smack her as though she were my beyotch, but I refrained because, not only do I love her, but she has the rare ability of making my life miserable if she so chooses to do so. I don’t consider myself whipped…no. I’m more of what I would call…cautious. The wrath of a woman is something that is just horrible to feel and, honestly, not worth the trouble, usually.
Anyways, this comic is also a sign of how I don’t take criticism well. So, next time I tell you a joke, just go ahead and laugh it up…not so much for me, but for your poor bicuspids and molars. Consider their feelings. Do you really think they would prefer to be seperated from your soft, pretty gums? No, I don’t think they do.
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So, in other news…I’m really, really tired. We spent the entire day doing errands and such. In fact, I haven’t gamed at all, today. Yikes, right? Not cool at all. I’ve gone back and been playing through “Call of Cthulhu: Dark Corners of the Earth.” It’s basically a gameplay version of H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Shadow Over Innsmouth,” with a few extra embellishments to make things more exciting. It’s a fun, difficult game…the characters all look quite a bit alike, but still…who doesn’t enjoy a game where the horror and evil of the creatures is enough to drive your character to insanity and, possibly, suicide?
If you’re a fan of H.P. Lovecraft, then I definitely recommend the game. You’ll find yourself enjoying being thrust into the fantastical world of his horror stories. They are weird and while not altogether horrifying, they do get under your skin. Plus, having fishmen chasing you is always terrifying.
Anyways, I’m off to bed for now. Will try to post another tomorrow…
So…basically, this is the price of boredom, a love of punk rawk music, and me trying to “stretch” my artistic abilities. I’m sad to say I’ve come to one unfortunate conclusion about my art…….I can’t draw women. And, I mean, I’ve spent so much time observing them that you’d think that it’d be easy. But it’s not. I mean…you’ve got the curves and the hair and the curves and the eyes and the curves and the lips…did I mention the curves? Although difficult to draw, they are one of the best parts of women if I do say so myself.
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In other news, today we went to our friend Andrea’s house to hang out for a little while. She’s really Kristen’s friend and then she became my friend…yadda yadda yadda…long story short, I spent some time with her little girls. They’re absolutely adorable, hilarious, and they’re teaching me how fun and difficult parenting will be. I got to hold her youngest (who is too young to talk and walk but old enough to crawl). It’s the first time I’d really ever held a baby before. I hadn’t realized that until here lately. But it was a good experience, nontheless.
As a reward for my time spent with her, she decided to go poo in her diaper and her mother forced me to watch to prepare me for the inevitable. Needless to say, it was horrifying. I can handle the poo being there…but the smell was quite rank. Methinks that we will definitely be purchasing some air fresheners when the little guy gets here in December.
Speaking of Aiden, we got our first real “baby shower” gift, today. My Uncle David & Aunt Kay sent us a package with a $75 gift card for Wal-Mart and a cute little outfit and some socks for Aiden. So, if you guys happen upon this, THANKS SO MUCH! It is nice to finally be receiving some things and to know that people out there care.
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Well, that’s that for tonight, I suppose. Happy Fall Break to everyone out there experiencing some of that.
I don’t know if I’ve ever written about this, but it is something I use almost daily. A while back there was a website called Lik-Sang.com (that was run out of business by multiple lawsuits from Sony…but that’s another story…click the link for that info). Anyways, on this website they sold all sorts of nerd goodies and imports that you could probably find other places, but they had great prices and service. Anyways, I ordered this little device called the Game Boy Advance & Nintendo Dual-Screen Movie & Media Player.
Basically, it’s a little gadget you plug into your GBA or DS (or, in my case, I like to use my GBA SP) with a Compact Flash card and what it can do is amazing. You simply buy a USB Compact Flash Reader, upload all sort of media to it (some has to be converted which is fairly easy), and then play it on your GBA SP or whatever gaming device you’re using. It’s really nifty…I use it to watch movies, listen to music, read e-books (in notebook format…you can find them free all over the internet), and best of all…it has a NES Emulator. What more could you ask for…? You should really check it out…it’s definitely worth the cash.
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On another note, I was surfing the Internet today and came across some Penny Arcade comics I love. Let me share with you and expand your mind.
Let me just say that I have felt this extreme hate before…and, unfortunately, you cannot hate a person to death. Damn it!
The reason I love Penny Arcade (other than my general love for comics and webcomics) is their unending sarcasm…I mean, where do they get this stuff? I love Tycho’s hatred which comes from nowhere and, in the end, causes Gabe to well up with tears. If you love this comic, then check out this…it’s a nice voice over to match the words of the comic. Enjoy!
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