By thePatrick
And yet...nobody knows about it.
But only because I don't post. So, a quick update, then a question for all two of you (three on a good day) that read this blog thing.
First of all, school is school. I should be graduating in December, assuming that I can pass all of my classes and the stupid Computer Literacy tests that USU requires. My classes are pretty cool, at least if you're a history nerd like myself.
Work is going well. I'm really enjoying working at a place where people straight up crap themselves a bit less. The people I work with are rad-tastic, but that's not taking anything away from those poor souls who(m?) I left behind.
Baby T. is getting big. She likes to talk and thinks that she can walk. C. has taught her the names of her first Disney princesses.
For those who care, the beard is coming back. I'm a fan. Plus, now that I work somewhere that I can dress up for Halloween, I can incorporate the beard into a costume. Excellent.
So, now for something that has been on my mind a lot lately. Really, it's a question to all of you. I'm talking about "theTwitter." Basically, I am pondering to tweet or not to tweet. One of the reasons that I am thinking about it is because, while I can't always post to this blog, it feels like I can always find time to update my status on theFacebook. From what I understand, theTwitter is pretty much just theFacebook statuses. Statusi. Whatever.
So, now I turn it over to you, and I do want your feedback. Do I Tweet? Would you care? Would anybody? What say you?
Lemme know...
By thePatrick
It's been a long wait. But it's finally about to come to an end. And all of us (i.e. Raisor and myself) are about to be rewarded.
Season 4. Coming. Soon.
By thePatrick
Quit. Just quit. You're dead to us now.
Here's hoping that you tear an ACL or get mauled by a bear.
Die now,
Green Bay Packer's Fans
By thePatrick
Lady in the Water is 110 minutes of my life that I'm never getting back.
Good thing I watched it on my day off.
Curse you, M. Night Shyamalan.
If you haven't seen it, don't. Those of you that have, I just need to say two words: grass wolf.
In conclusion, this movie sucked. The only redeeming quality was that I got to watch my wife play on the floor with my little girl while this piece of trash was playing. Oh, also, we didn't pay for it. So there's that.
By thePatrick
For those of you who have been living under a rock/don't think that music is the most important thing in the world/ might have what some people would consider "a life"/ don't think that spending
$6,000 on a guitar is a worthwhile investment, this blog may not mean much.
Les Paul died yesterday.
Why is Les Paul important? Well, he not only invented one of the first electric guitars, but he helped pioneer multi-track recording. In other words, he changed the way that we listen to music.
The man was awesome. For proof, read
here,
here,
here, and/or
here.
Now, I could write my own tribute but I won't do that. First off, I never knew the dude, and second, it would be like one of a billion.
But I will share this little tidbit.
When I got back from Iraq, there were two things that I wanted to get myself as a "thanks for serving your country and good job of not blowing yourself up" present. The first was a vehicle. The second, was a new guitar. It took me all of about 2 seconds to decide that I wanted a Les Paul. The sound is awesome, they're durable, and most importantly, they are dead sexy.
I never regretted the decision. I love that guitar. More than any other one I own. If I was strapped for cash, I could sell all my other guitars, possibly my lappy, too. But if it came down to selling that one, I would be in line at the plasma center to donate. I would begin fighting bums for spare change. But that guitar would stay mine forever.
And maybe that's the best sort of tribute to a great man that one could give.
