Back Again

It's been a rough few months, with a lot going on. At first, I kind of said goodbye to the blog. A dead medium. A waste of time. A vanity for myself. Nonetheless, I'm drawn back to it.

I think it's because of the reason I started this in the first place - to exorcise demons, in a sense. Note my blog's title, and read Matthew 12:43 to 12:45, describing how the wrong methods of dealing with evil spirits just bring seven times as many, in the end. A point that has always meant a lot to me, irrespective of any religious view.

I never thought I'd want to write so much, but I actually love it. Even when it's little blurbs about music and booze. In between there's some stuff of substance, and I hope someone finds it entertaining. If not, I guess it's all the same to me; like I said, I just like to write.

The Perfect Pina Colada?

Everyone loves a good cold summerftime drink. I've just been given this recipe for the supposedly PERFECT pina colada. I'm going to try it out in a couple of days. Do the same, and let me know what you think.

1 small can of pineapple juice
1/2 can of Goya cream of coconut (or whatever's closest to that name)
1/2 of a banana
1 cup of white rum

Or quadruple it in a blender with ice to make a pitcher - you know the pitcher is the preferred delivery device for any deliciously sweet summertime alcoholic drink.

Heir to the Throne

A good friend recently hypothesized that Jack White is the "Heir to the Throne." I'd never really thought about it before, but I think she's right.

Redundancy

Here's what I've been reduced to, every night:

5:45 pm - Arrive home from work, let dog into yard to pee. Drink an entire beer. Change clothes.

6:00 pm - Pour another beer into awesome Nalgene flask the girlfriend bought me and take the dog for a walk.

7:00 pm - Realize there's no more beer on person, walk home.

7:15 pm - Open more beer, feed dog.

7:30 pm to 9:00ish - Continue drinking beer while simultaneoulsy fending off the dog's constant neediness. Maybe play with dog while drinking more beer.

9:00 pm - Realize I had plans to accomplish X, Y, Z simple tasks this evening. Realize I'm too bored and booze-tired to bother. Eat leftovers.

10:00 pm - Play with dog more - she won't allow otherwise. Shower.

10:45 pm - Climb into bed thinking I'm going to read multiple chapters of this novel and finally relax.

10:52 pm - Tumble into another night of fitful, restless sleep.

Ugh.