Numerous people have asked me one question, upon breaking the news of shipping up to Boston: Dave. Why??? I figured I would take this very brief time that I have, to explain why I've decided to move up north.
First off, the unemployment rate in Boston is in the top five of the LOWEST in the country. That means, better job market and many more opportunities. If this was the only reason for my move, then it would be the one and only reason I needed. It's a damn good reason.
Second, the rest of my family lives up north. I've got an uncle and two cousins in Easton, Pennsylvania, an aunt and uncle and THREE cousins in Scituate, Mass., and and aunt and uncle and one more cousin in Bedford, Mass (with whom I'll be living). I'm an only child. I like my family (the sane side, anyway). One of the parts of my childhood that I regret, was not being closer to my family (distance-wise). I didn't have my cousins, or aunts, or uncles to grow up with. I have two half-brothers, but of course, they were never around either.
Third (and MY personal reason), Boston has winning teams. Now, if you HONESTLY think that I'm moving up there to be surrounded by winning sports teams, then please do me a favor and take a swan dive off of the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. This just happens to be an added bonus of my relocation. It would be exciting (not to mention a change of pace) to be in a city where the teams know nothing, except how to win. All though, I would be the only anti-Patriots fan in Boston. So they don't count. Tom Brady can suck it. I don't care how good he is. Suck a big one, Tom. You know you secretly want to.
Fourth. Let's be frank. Most of you that know me, know that I don't belong down here in the south. The Bible Belt. A predominantly red state. Just not me. Now lets take a look at Massachusetts: North of the Mason-Dixon line. One of the bluest states in the union. Yea, that's more like it.
Fifth reason. I NEED an adventure. Most of you wouldn't understand this, since you aren't me. And I ain't gonna' lie. Being me is great. But, I have absolutely nothing holding me back here in Atlanta, apart from my parents. I'm a free spirit. I also have a nomadic personality. For those of you that DON'T use big words, it means that I like to move to different living spaces over time. A journey up to Boston is a GREAT time for an adventure. I've already got my two best friends on board with me, and we'll be taking a hell of a trip up north. We'll reach Boston eventually, but not without some fun along the way.
There you go. I believe I've given you more than enough reasons. If you'll excuse me, I need some grub, and to go pack a bag. This guy is headed off to Chicago/South Bend to see Notre Dame play Michigan State this Saturday. Which leads me to another point. I've decided that I'm not shaving until Notre Dame wins a game. With the way they've been playing lately, No-Shave November might become a two month thing...Anyway, there won't be any new postings until Sunday when I return. So be patient. I know you'll all be waiting anxiously for a new one. Yea...
Song of the blog - "Roll Me Away" by Bob Seger
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
ALWAYS remember to Double-Tap
Like I mentioned in my previous posting, this is a blog that serves numerous purposes. It's entertaining as well as informative. So let's take a moment and get educational now, shall we? I'd like to briefly cover a topic that's...well...entertaining AND informative:
ZOMBIES.
Before I begin, let's be honest. Zombie-talk is very similar to religion/politics: People either believe in them, or don't. People believe there will be an apocalypse, or there won't. It can be a rather controversial subject. I'll tell you this: the presidential candidate who outlines a better zombie survival plan than mine, will get my vote.
I, for one, believe that eventually, a zombie apocalypse is inevitable. With the way people run through our resources, and with the numerous viruses/diseases that the CDC holds, a mistake is bound to happen. When the shit finally does hit the fan, I want to be prepared to survive, amidst the chaos and man-eating crazies. I'll now outline MY plan for survival, in hopes that this will cause you to consider your own.
My plan starts out with lots, and lots, and lots of note-taking from the movie Zombieland. Brilliant movie. Woody Harrelson is hilarious, Bill Murray is in vintage form, and Emma Stone is hotter than Lucifer taking a dump after eating 7-alarm chili. Aside from my review, the movie brings up numerous good points to surviving zombies: Cardio, double-tap, DON'T be a hero, limber up, when in doubt know your way out, just to name a few (these are probably the most important ones, I think). The second part of my plan is ACTUALLY one that I can practice everyday BEFORE the apocalypse hits: Play zombies on Black-Ops. Gotta build up the muscles in my trigger finger to be in top-notch form. Now, the actual plan starts:
1. Hit up the local Wal-Mart and police station/Army surplus store for food supplies, water, guns, and LOTS of ammo.
2. Throw all this stuff in the trunk/backseat of my car, and drive towards the coast.
3. Arrive at the coast.
4. Find a boat and DEEBO that shit.
5. Load the supplies, guns, etc onto the boat.
6. Say goodbye to my car, as I had some good times in it
7. Enter the boat, cast off the line, and take one look back at land before I drive off into open blue seas, wondering what the fuck happened to this world (I'll still blame it on the fact that people are stupid).
8. BE. A. PIRATE. And enjoy a life on the seas...(Kevin Costner, anyone?)
Now, I know you'll all probably be questioning my plan in plenty of spots. Dave, what happens when you run out of supplies?? Dave, what happens if you can't find any guns?? Dave, what happens if people have already raided the Wal-Marts (thank you, rednecks)?? Dave, can't the zombies still get you even if you're on a boat???
Listen, this is merely a plan. It's what I PLAN to do. Sometimes, plans change. If I run out of supplies, I go ashore and get more. That's the reason I have guns. They aren't for show. HOWEVER, in the end, my goal is to make it to the coast, in some way, shape, or form (but not zombie-form. If that happens, I'll obviously be on the other side of this plan). And no, zombies can't get me if I'm on the water. Zombies can't swim. Everyone knows that. If you've watched The Walking Dead, you'll understand how zombies become un-dead, flesh-eating, bastards...
If anybody would like to join, by all means, I'll have a boat big enough for plenty of people. However, stupid people will not be admitted. BUT other than that, sharing is caring, right? I mean, the more trigger fingers we have, the better the chances of survival. You're all more than welcome to join. I just can't fit 20 people into a Honda Civic. You'll have to find your own fucking means of travel to the coast.
There it is. MY plan. I totally dig having this blog to explore my means of creativity. I just can't talk about what I did each day, leading up to my departure from Boston. Let's face it. That would be fucking boring and you'd never get a kick out of reading the crazy and insane thoughts that dwell inside the gray mush that resides in my head. PEACE.
Song of the blog - "Time Of The Season" by The Zombies.
ZOMBIES.
Before I begin, let's be honest. Zombie-talk is very similar to religion/politics: People either believe in them, or don't. People believe there will be an apocalypse, or there won't. It can be a rather controversial subject. I'll tell you this: the presidential candidate who outlines a better zombie survival plan than mine, will get my vote.
I, for one, believe that eventually, a zombie apocalypse is inevitable. With the way people run through our resources, and with the numerous viruses/diseases that the CDC holds, a mistake is bound to happen. When the shit finally does hit the fan, I want to be prepared to survive, amidst the chaos and man-eating crazies. I'll now outline MY plan for survival, in hopes that this will cause you to consider your own.
My plan starts out with lots, and lots, and lots of note-taking from the movie Zombieland. Brilliant movie. Woody Harrelson is hilarious, Bill Murray is in vintage form, and Emma Stone is hotter than Lucifer taking a dump after eating 7-alarm chili. Aside from my review, the movie brings up numerous good points to surviving zombies: Cardio, double-tap, DON'T be a hero, limber up, when in doubt know your way out, just to name a few (these are probably the most important ones, I think). The second part of my plan is ACTUALLY one that I can practice everyday BEFORE the apocalypse hits: Play zombies on Black-Ops. Gotta build up the muscles in my trigger finger to be in top-notch form. Now, the actual plan starts:
1. Hit up the local Wal-Mart and police station/Army surplus store for food supplies, water, guns, and LOTS of ammo.
2. Throw all this stuff in the trunk/backseat of my car, and drive towards the coast.
3. Arrive at the coast.
4. Find a boat and DEEBO that shit.
5. Load the supplies, guns, etc onto the boat.
6. Say goodbye to my car, as I had some good times in it
7. Enter the boat, cast off the line, and take one look back at land before I drive off into open blue seas, wondering what the fuck happened to this world (I'll still blame it on the fact that people are stupid).
8. BE. A. PIRATE. And enjoy a life on the seas...(Kevin Costner, anyone?)
Now, I know you'll all probably be questioning my plan in plenty of spots. Dave, what happens when you run out of supplies?? Dave, what happens if you can't find any guns?? Dave, what happens if people have already raided the Wal-Marts (thank you, rednecks)?? Dave, can't the zombies still get you even if you're on a boat???
Listen, this is merely a plan. It's what I PLAN to do. Sometimes, plans change. If I run out of supplies, I go ashore and get more. That's the reason I have guns. They aren't for show. HOWEVER, in the end, my goal is to make it to the coast, in some way, shape, or form (but not zombie-form. If that happens, I'll obviously be on the other side of this plan). And no, zombies can't get me if I'm on the water. Zombies can't swim. Everyone knows that. If you've watched The Walking Dead, you'll understand how zombies become un-dead, flesh-eating, bastards...
If anybody would like to join, by all means, I'll have a boat big enough for plenty of people. However, stupid people will not be admitted. BUT other than that, sharing is caring, right? I mean, the more trigger fingers we have, the better the chances of survival. You're all more than welcome to join. I just can't fit 20 people into a Honda Civic. You'll have to find your own fucking means of travel to the coast.
There it is. MY plan. I totally dig having this blog to explore my means of creativity. I just can't talk about what I did each day, leading up to my departure from Boston. Let's face it. That would be fucking boring and you'd never get a kick out of reading the crazy and insane thoughts that dwell inside the gray mush that resides in my head. PEACE.
Song of the blog - "Time Of The Season" by The Zombies.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Opening Remarks/Starting the Chronicles
The very talented comedian Lewis Black once said: "And if you're Twittering or blogging, F--K YOU!!!! Where do you get the massive ego to think that anyone gives a shit about what you're doing?" While Mr. Black can make ANYTHING funny with enough expletives, I'll have to disagree with him when it comes to blogging. In today's day and age, a blog is an excellent way for a writer to get a start, or some experience. After reading numerous other blogs that my friends have started, I finally decided that right NOW would be the opportune time to start one of my own. Like, literally, right NOW. Why NOW, you ask???
Boston. The Red Sox. The Bruins (Stanley Cup champs). The Patriots (even though Tom Brady is the equivalent of a dead bug which met the sole of my shoe). A city filled to the brim with history. I've always loved Boston. And after 25 years of living in one city, with nothing holding me back, I decided that it was high time for a change of scenery. And on October 8th, I'll be packing up my car (and Milo) and moving up to Boston. I figured that through this blog, I would chronicle my remaining days in Atlanta, as well as the journey up to Boston, AND my life in a new city. Of course, I'll also use this blog to share my opinions on certain things, such as sports, maybe some politics, people, etc. Do I care if you agree with these? Of course not. This is my blog. It probably won't make sense half of the time, or it might have small grammatical errors from time to time. But these are merely the thoughts in my brain, spilling out onto electronic paper.
So it begins. This is my first entry. Taking my blog's virginity. But I promise I'll call it back. Stay tuned for plenty more.
Song of the blog - "Shipping Up To Boston" by The Dropkick Murphys
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)