Friday, December 03, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Our matching set.
That isn't from a thrift store.
Or a ding and dent.
No more laundramats. Three years of our lives have be stuck in these hell holes.
Next to my wedding day tomorrow might be the greatest day of our lives.
Monday, November 01, 2010
I love being married.
I have nothing left in common with these guys. It is so desparate.
I guess I'm an old man because I'd rather brag about looking into the eyes of my soul mate and losing myself in her.
The guys called me a fag after I said that.
So let's move right along:
I've started my latest novel project.
Before I'd always work months and months in a moleskine getting beat after beat and attempt to link them up while I wrote.
This however hit me so pristine and hard two weeks ago that I just wanted to start. We shall see how it ends up.
As it starts to flesh out I'll post more details.
Friday, October 22, 2010
What follows is my Eulogy. Not something I've ever expected to have to write:
I don’t have much experience with eulogies. I’ve been lucky enough in my life
that funerals are very rare things and therefore I find myself at a loss for
what to say or even where to begin.
Two nuns walk into a bar…you think the second one would’ve of ducked. My father told me that joke when I was nine. It wasn’t funny in 1989 either. This place is beautiful. Peaceful. I can see why my father was in love. I find myself trying to find a way to describe a man that was better known here than I could ever hope to understand.
My father was many things: smart, funny, handsome. And luckily for me, he passed
down those traits. Modesty is also something in which we Boucher men have an
inherent gift. My father was an adventurer, a seeker. My childhood with him
never once was dull. As his fearless co pilot I’ve seen the country in all its
splendor, including the 6 hours we spent at the cowboy hall of fame, mostly in
the John Wayne wing.
He was a searcher. He spent his entire life looking for calm, serene peace. The world was noisy for him. The volume was excruciating. It was this place that muted everything. And I thank each and everyone one of you for this.
This hurts. This hurts so bad. And it’s a pain that will never really go away. I miss him. He was my father, my first role model, and furthermore my very first best friend. It was me and him against the world for the first decade of my life. And though time and distance grew between us, I still smile when I remember him springing me out of elementary school because he wanted to go see Batman or The Ghostbusters with his partner in crime.
Some of you here today and others I’ve met in the past couple of weeks have told me many, many stories of what type of man my father was. Thank you. Your kindness
to my family and myself in these hard times has been immeasurable.
To my father I want to say only this…thank you. Thank you for everything you gave me. Thank you for imprinting a character on me that would eventually help persuade a beautiful and miraculous girl to marry me. Thank you.
My father’s last words to my wife and I were this: I love you and Sarah. Know that the love I have for you permeates the universe and know that I will be in the breeze and never far from you.
I miss you old man, and I will be watching the wind.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
This truly is the right decision and every event in the past few months has proven this fact again and again.
Goodbye California. I won't miss you
Friday, May 28, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Pitched 97 perfect games.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Brandon once single handedly won independence for the Platano Republic. He fought fiercely and bravely for the poor dispossessed people.
In honor of his deeds the people named their greatest import after him.
You've been pronouncing it wrong.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 09, 2010
The artifact is 10,000 years old.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Monday, April 05, 2010
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Saturday, April 03, 2010
Friday, April 02, 2010
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
I'm a reknown comfort junkie. When I'm off of work all I truly want to do is change into some basketball shorts and veg in front of the TV with a show or videogames. This is not a good thing.
My ambition meter is on the fritz again and the only way to fix it is to actually leave the house.
My wife had been wanting to go ice skating forever. I grew up on the East Coast and despised that that activity but my wife is beautiful even more so when she pouts.
After turning her down ten times I finally said yes.
Guess what? I had a blast.
I was zooming around darting in and out of the crowd and lapping my wife like crazy.
I was enjoying myself so much that I got cocky. And so now you know what happens...
I hit a bad patch of ice and caught both toepicks in sending my body into superman flight mode. Both my arms were extended in front of me and I was airbourne for about five feet.
I crashed hard but since my legs and arms were outstretched the only thing to break my fall was my ribcage.
I knew drinking all that beer would help out. I would have shatter my ribs but my beer gut saved me again.
Severe Rib Contusion is the result. Doesn't sound that bad really, except it's the most exquisite pain I've ever been in. I've been doped up on prescription strength Ibproufen and Vicodin and still I have a hard time breathing deeply, bending over, and walking.
My poor wife has been constantly taking care of me. She truly is an angel because I'm being the biggest baby I know.
This would be the worse thing to happen this week then my brother had to one up me...
Thursday, March 18, 2010
I really don't know how some people do it. Everyday they pop up with content. I can barely write on my projects everyday let alone post in this thing.
Twitter, even that becomes a burden.
They way that writers write and the only way to be successful is to constantly be churning a personal NaNoWriMo that brings forth word count. Every day.
That's just crazy.
So much has happened in my personal life in March that it takes time to process and perhaps I'm such a writer that doesn't experience things with the instant thought of "this will be great to blog about."
Ususally I have a hard time deciding what to write about, stories that is, but recently I've begun work on no less then five different stories at the same time. One of which, if it doesn't start behaving is turning into a novella.
I suddenly find myself with too much to write and not enough time to do it, which for me is usually the opposite of norm.
Is this a problem with anybody else?
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wil Wheaton owns the internets. It's true. I have to pay a nickel everytime I log on. Anyway, on his blog today (I'm a Link!) Wil talks about the Lizard Brain theory. Basically, it's this idea that somewhere deep in our brain there exists a subconsciousness unrelated to our other normal little voice inside.
This is a reptilian mind, sluggish and dormant but aware. It's this parasite that lives inside and thinks only of survival. And perhaps sitting on a hot rock.
The Lizard Brain is the part of us that not only avoids risk but actively seeks to circumvent our attempts at self indentified risks. Including, and this is important, creative works. If you believe that writing for goals and purpose is risky, this dinosaur step child will actively seek to stop you from doing anything to reach your dreams.
This is important for me at this moment. When I was a student, writing was second nature for me. I probably threw away five times as much words as I turned in for assignments, happy. Why? Deadlines. An outside reason for punching keys. Grades, diplomas. Those were the ten ton weights that drove my internal pullies.
That was years ago. Since, without having an external purpose making me write, I haven't been the writer I've dreamed of becoming.
Because, I've become too internal. I'm scared of rejection, of daring to call myself a writer.
I'm a husband. I work 8-5 to provide for my family. I have responsibilites.
Great excuses right?
Maybe I'm not any good...
Seems a little cold-blooded don't you think?
Like a reptile.
Well, I bring all this up to say that today I received my copies of the Genre Wars Anthology of which yours truly is a part.
Regardless of the number of readers, seeing my story in print. Bound. Published. It's a deep strike at that bastard within that wants me to quit dreaming and quit trying.
I know that a lizards tail will grow back, today though I have it my grasp and it feels pretty good.
In my sidebars is a link. Pick up a copy, it's Awesome.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
I'm a pessimest. That comes as no surprise to anyone that knows me.
At the end of last year I entered a short story contest. I came in third in my genre but that was good enough for publication.
That's right, someone was dumb enough to pay money for publishing my bs.
So anyway Sunday the 14th my first foray into public print is public. Click the cover above to go to the Lulu.com storefront to purchase.
All proceeds from the book go to writegirl
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Every two or so years I get big into Alternative Rock from the early 2000's and late nineties.
Below are two songs I've been playing non stop. Especially when writing
Monday, February 08, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
Friday, February 05, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
In a lot of ways I have come up short, to the expectations of a child, teen, and mid twenties type mind.
But at 29 I look at my life and I really am humbled by how good I have it.
A beautiful, trusting and supportive wife who lives for me truly and deeply.
I have ever bullshit gadget you could want, some I really don't need.
Yesterday I bought my first adult car.
I'm not writing this to brag rather to serve notice to myself that just because I'm not some published writer or rich son of a bitch does not mean that I am lacking.
I truly am where I should be and have never been happier.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
There is some stuff coming up early this year and therefore with a new outlook I decided for a new layout. I might change my mind in the future so please bear with the construction.
More to come later...
Saturday, January 02, 2010
1. Four Christmases
3. It's Complicated*
5. It Might Get Loud
6. The Road
7. Sherlock Holmes
8. Did You Hear About the Morgans?
9. He's Just Not That Into You*
10. The Express
11. The Soloist
13. Good Dick
15. Role Models
16. Dear John*
17. The Secret Life of Bees*
18. Deliver Us from Evil
19. This is It
20. Shutter Island
21. Cop Out
22. The Crazies
23. The Hurt Locker
27. Couples' Retreat
28. Where the Wild Things Are