Godlike? Would God punch me in the head?

I love the things you can find on teh interwebs.  For example, “Boski” is not just blonde boy’s last name.  I’m rather amused by the definitions attached to it. (Even my first name has some rather interesting definitions, but that’s neither here nor there.)

A few weeks ago, I went skiing and got broken.  An invitation was extended to hang out with the same group of people and go skiing again.  Since I’m still not sure what the injury is (MRI tomorrow), I wasn’t going to ski, but that wasn’t stopping me from going up and enjoying a night of, well, being 12 years old again.  The promise of tubing was thrown in and I was sold.  Plus, who could deny the fun of putting a case of soda, a bottle of ketchup, a bag of chips and a PONY! on the conveyor belt?  I love the looks that got me. 

When we got there there was much 12 year olding to be done.  “Heh, you said unit!”  Deciding that all the electrical panels should be locked at all times.  Pillow fights in the public lounge area.  Watching Guido near the pool and looking for his missing tattoos.  Wondering what would happen if you dumped spices into the hot tub, sitting behind the window in lab coats and carrying clipboards.  Trying to figure out the difference between the blue and black label, eating chocolate covered strawberries, rice krispies treats and broccori. Playing mad libs (Please confirm your Vizma!), and Scattergories (Something you keep secret? Sodomy! (Or incest… I can’t remember which letter it was.  The more shocking thing was I wasn’t the only one who had that as an answer)).  Whispered conversations and wondering what the future holds. Sleeping in a strange bed with a strange(r) person.

Waiting for the tubing on Sunday was *so* hard - it was the last thing we did. While I waited for them to get done skiing, I sat in the main lodge and knit.  I was wearing a UConn hockey sweatshirt and some guy had the gall to ask me if I was a hockey mom.  Uh, no!  Ewwww!  The tubing was beyond fun.  We went down in a chain every single time and it was just… beyond fun.  We got in trouble for walking on the magic carpet (heh.  carpet), got taken out several times by the same out of control child and I kept stepping into the ditch. 

Mr. Godlike cooked both breakfast and dinner (mmmm, meat!) on Sunday - and it was good.  I do love me some domesticated man.  He’s going to make some girl very happy once things settle down in his personal life.

I’m not going up for part two this weekend, which kind of bums me out… but I have a BU hockey game tomorrow and I’m journeying to Connecticut on Saturday for the Instrument show in Hartford.  There’s just not enough time to squeeze all that social activity in.  (That alone cracks me up - I spent so much time in Ohio wishing I could have a fun filled social life and now that I have it, I’m too busy bitching that I can’t fit everything I want to do in to my calendar.) 

All I know is I’m nervous about tomorrow night’s game - BU never plays well when they’re ranked # 1 in the country - and I’m all twitchy to get to Connecticut and see my friends.  I’m not going to worry about things that are out of my control.  I’m not going to question people’s behavior.  I’m just going to go and have a good time and try not to get into too much trouble.

Who are you people?

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that I’ve increased my readership quite a bit over the past few months.  I’ve been advertising new blog posts on Twitter and I can see the jumps in readership after a tweet. I see hits from places like Facebook.  I see some hits coming from entries that were emailed to others.  I see quite a few google hits - my three favorite searches to date are “suck blow benedetto”, “images of kevin shattenkirk”, and (my most favorite) “instrumenttheband” - and I’m glad I’m rating so high on The Google.  If you google just “good advices”, I’m the number one search result. That blows my mind like I can’t even put into words.

It’s kind of interesting.  I’ve never gone out and actively looked for readers.  I’ve always kept my blog rather close to me but then I learned that there are people who want to know me better… and this is a pretty good way to do that.  I’m very much me here. I’m a little more censored than I am elsewhere, but I’m still pretty “nekkid”.  I’m not the greatest in person - I much prefer to write than talk - because I’m more likely to say something stupid and make an ass out of myself in person. I’m not good under pressure.  It’s an introvert thing.

So anyhoo, I’ve been looking at my stats and I’m wondering who some of ya’ll are. Some are more obvious than others - like you, my friend in Belgium - but others make me scratch my head.  I missed “National Delurking Day/Week”, but I’m curious to know who you are.  I don’t bite (unless it is specifically requested), so please, leave a comment or send me an email.  If you blog, leave your URL.  I’d love to check it out.  I’m always on the lookout for new blogs to read.

My email is:    mat [at] good advices [dot] com

You can leave a comment by clicking here or on the “(0) comments” link down below to the left.

I’m looking forward to knowing who’s stopping by!

EDITED TO ADD:Apparently, some of ya’ll are perverts.  I’m # 6 on The Google right now for “what are some good advices to suck a penis.”  *sigh* 

God bless the weirdos and perverts, they keep teh interwebs entertaining.

Find your passion, or it finds you…

My mom was one of those moms who documented every second of my first few years.  As I got older, and the alcohol took control of her life, there were fewer pictures in the albums and I was the one in charge of the camera if I wanted to document something.

I was never really a big fan of carting a camera around - it goes against my base instinct to NOT carry some sort of bag when I go out.  But, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten better at bringing the camera with me.  I love my Nikon D40, but my little Olympus Stylus 1010 has become my go-to camera because it is small enough to fit in a pocket. 

I started taking the Stylus with me to hockey games.  From there, the camera went to the R.E.M. concert with us and I’ve got some amazing pictures from that night.  Now, the camera is going with me to Instrument shows.  The boys in the band like my stuff enough to ask me to be their photographer, so I must be doing something right.  *grin*

I still have a lot to learn about how to actually get what I want out of the camera (without resorting to Photoshop), but I do think I’m getting much better.

I took around a hundred pictures at the Bruins game last night and this is my favorite.  It’s not perfect by any means, but I do like the interaction between Thomas and Semin. 

I never thought of myself as a “photographer”, but maybe I should start…

Obsessions and drama

Its the AHL All-Star Weekend this weekend and I wanted to be in Worcester in the worst way, but it just didn’t work out.  The above picture is from the only All-Star game I’ve been to - it was our honeymoon.  (Yes, we were married in August and didn’t honeymoon until January.)  In case you didn’t get that:  We went to Maine.  For a hockey game.  For our honeymoon.

I’ve been accused of being completely odd… but as I’ve pointed out before, I’m a wicked obsessed hockey fan.  The hubby had to become one, or else it just wasn’t going to work. He fell in love with the sport.  Which, of course, is a good thing. 

For the record, we got married on the 20th anniversary of Chronic Town‘s release. This was a total coincidence, but one I’m proud of.  (I’m a huge R.E.M. fan if you hadn’t noticed.  The URL of this blog is the fifth song on the second side of Fables of the Reconstruction / Reconstruction of the Fables (Or the tenth song on the CD for you young’uns).)  He is not an R.E.M. fan.  I’m working on that.

I was moving some old journals and one fell open to a really interesting entry I had written during college.  I was struggling with that “should I stay or should I go” phase of a relationship.  I stayed, but the issue forcing that particular decision hasn’t yet gone away, even though he did. A decision is made when you choose to do nothing, remember. 

Now I’m kind of facing an offshoot of that same issue.  It’s a “do I / don’t I” thing.  I know I’m on the “don’t I” side, but there is much temptation to cross that line.  I’m pretty sure I know the root of what’s bringing this issue back to the forefront, but damn.  I’ve lived over half my life suffering the consequences of when someone else chose “do I” over me.  I like to think that this particular piece of drama is related to that and my getting over the pain that decision caused… but I don’t really know.  I know that biology is stronger than science and that scares the crap out of me.  I wasn’t ready to face down that decision now… even though I knew in my gut that it was inevitable.

Now that it’s time is here, I’m stuck with facing a particularly dangerous demon.  If I give in, I walk the same path that led my parents to their deaths.  If I keep to what I know is true, I feel like a bit of a social leper.  An outcast.  I know that perception is mine, and mine alone, but it’s a hard thing for me to get past.

It’s a weird thing for me to be so vague in a blog entry, but I don’t want to name this demon and give it even more power over me than it already has. If you know me, you’ll know what I’m talking about.  If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s actually probably for the best… even though you can find it in the archives if you look for it.

Sieve! Backup Sieve! Shut out!

Last night (as we do just about every Friday, it seems), we headed into Boston for the BU/UNH game.  I wasn’t quite sure what to think - BU hadn’t beaten UNH in quite some time - but apparently that was about to change.

Holy crap, we kicked their butts!  From Wilson’s goal mere seconds into the game, to Wilson literally kicking Collins’ butt in a fight, it was a good game.  For me it really was Colin Wilson’s night.  (Even though I still think Millan should have been the # 1 star!  Seriously,  the kid had a shut out!  A shut out!) He had two goals, an assist and 14 minutes in penalties (all because of the fight) - good enough for a Gordie Howe hat trick.  You hardly ever see those - especially in an NCAA game.

Tonight, we’re headed up to UNH for the second game in the home and home.  I think if we played like we did last night, we’ll sweep the weekend. I hope we sweep the weekend… I don’t like being behind Northeastern in the Hockey East standings and every point helps.

I’m both excited and “eh” about our trip down the road.  Durham is certainly closer than Boston, but the tickets were a gift from my old employer (they have UNH season tickets) and I’m stuck sitting on the UNH side, next to one of the (retired) partners of the firm, and behind the penalty box.  I’m not sure what the view looks like from there, and I’m not sure I want to be sitting in enemy territory, in my bright red jersey, during a televised game, but that’s life, I guess. The tickets were free, and we were just going to watch the game on TV anyway, so why not drive the half hour to the Whit?

I guess we’ll see what happens.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed for the W… and that NESN chooses to ignore us when they’re filming that area of the rink…