Sunny side up

I'd love to think of life as an egg sometimes.

Sometimes I am over easy and other times I am sunny side up.

I want to say this because given what has happened in the last two weeks, nay the last few days my boat is on a different course.

Don't you like donuts. I love them as well. Though, something happened when I was in long talks with my friend years and years a go. We talked about a coffee shop before anything. My buddy for anonymity purposes name is Mcau. Now Mcau is a brilliant business planner and thinker.
We had an idea with another associate named Rosen and Mcau and Rosen's relationship was great.

Every couple of weeks in 11' and 12' we'd go over to Rosen's hous and discuss their idea. They wanted to bring me in but my coffee knowledge is pretty bad. But Rosen educated me in a good years time. It was here where the budding business would take flight. It was here where the ideas would boil up. Fast forward....

Oh to 2013 ....which is not that much fast forwarding and you run into Mcau. I asked Mcau how are things and he told me they were sour between him and Rosen. And when asked why it turned out that Rosen had a new business partner. Mcau was snuffed out and tossed aside. That is straight shitty. But there are people that play business by different rules...cough...cough...Stan Kroeneke.

So the result of all this was not a coffee business but a donut one. It was in infancy stages when he purported that she'd be up and running by the summer of 2015. Or was it 2014. I forget . But lo and behold Mcau started a successful business.

This is where our story starts. Mcau in 2015 approached me several times and even a little before the year of 14' and in it he outlined me as a worker. He outlined the greatness that would be his donut enterprise. And he had me thinking about it almost year after year. Much like a sunny side egg there is always brightness on the yolk on the pan.

At the time I struggled very midly for work. Maybe even more than that. I was at about 176 jobs applied for and only 1 fake interview. S o I was in trouble. Suddenly, I would have a deep and long talk that ended with me in fucking tears. I was to leave the house because the ultimatum was not met. I was discouraged, mad , fucking disheartened, a little depressed and highly mentally strung out. I am not sure why I did it but I did it. I told my parent's on their accord I was leaving for a new place. I did just that...



I fucking didn't really understand this season in my life. If 2012 was pretty decent and the graduation hang over wore off this was worse. In 2013 everything went to shit. Sorry, I am double dipping through time here. I was in the worst mood, I had car trouble,  I was in very tough fights with my parents, my brother, sister. I didn't really enjoy life. Though, the calm for me was solituding out to a place called ATA for solace. It was there I could in fact, be myself from all the bullshit and squandered opportunities. It was there I could chill and hang out and relax . Yeah, I was unemployed but it was there I found peace. Then another place I discovered was Safe House gaming. This was the full venture of my competetive gaming to distract me from the world. And it was wonderful. I am getting a tad behind myself. Soon there after my aunt would die of cancer leaving my life in shambles. Not only was I going to leave my home the family was at each other's throats in terms of how it happened. And to make matters far far worse. My grandma would go away in the night. These deaths would forever impact my family. It was so hard to see both of these people that saw me as what I was die. My car broke down.  I was jobless. The hope was squeezed out of me but I'd cry at night not knowing what my fate was. I prayed for better days.

2015 came and re fast forward to a job I'd eventually get. Colorado Springs did not work out but my friend would have me right next door. We were roomates for a good three months. But I'd apply for jobs and not get anything. I'd have a talk with some best friends and come to a conclusion. Where I was at I was kinda stuck. I'd been in this stuck mindset mentality. I wasn't very humble and thought because I had a degree I could be a great fit for any job. My harsh pill to swallow was I needed experience. I was more of like and egg over easy. Just kinda staying in the pan of life.

Then...after the talk with more than a handful of trustworthy friends. I'd say goodbye to Springs and go back to the drawing board in Lakewood. In that first week I had a chip on my shoulder. It was bitter cold and my buddy told me he'd either knock me out or find me a job. It was here where my humble beginnings would happen. And not only that there's a lot more to this then you think. It was month three or four. My resume got handpicked by an editor at a place called Pine Bluffs. The man said "Hey we'd like to talk more to you about this reporter position." It was what I wanted. We talked and he said give me your clips when you get a chance. And I did. But I was so busy with Arby's and not trying to fail it got past me. "Was this really what I wanted?" I plaintively remember that it was but my clips were late. Maybe this was not it. Maybe god had something more.Maybe he was lining up something I could not see in the smoke of life. I had been so inundated with writing my book, writing my musical and working. That nothing really mattered. My buddy J decided that in that cold he'd find me a job. And he did. I became humble and I didn't accept the reporter position. I was denied the opportunity. But I couldn't meet what the editor wanted so he said we can't accept you and moved on.  A month would pass and Arby's was behind me. I was no longer the sunny side up egg...

The cold and biterness

It is cold where I live.
The winds howl and the roads have been shit.

Given what happened to the fucking East coast with the mega snow storm we are pretty lucky.
Wow, this mechanical keyboard is incredible on my fingers. So typey.

Anyway, I have been a part of some insane snow storms where I live. And one of the ones that we had was a 4ft monster. I think I made about 75$ that day. Ah yeah. Way back when the odds and ends jobs of snowshoveling meant money. We have had harsh winters and mild winters and everything in between...
and still no Yetis.

I just wonder in these conditions if there is a winter big foot that doesn't look like a regular one. Like, one that has the coat of Yeti but is not a Yeti :)

Winter I think to me especially in these storms means coziness and hot chocolate. I love going places but the winter prevents that. Though, last year I was able to ski and ice skate. So this winter has actually been fun. Others I haven't been able to even go sledding. Just staying in the house gaming or going stir crazy.
Do you go stir crazy in the winter?

Yesterday all my troubles seemed to melt into yummy chocolate

Yesterday, I was stoked because I recieved my web camera. It is weird because also yesterday I ran into the problem of mispelling recieve.
Weird!
Either way what happened yesterday is my web camera came and I unraveled the plastic and went to work. I was so happy it came that I made 2 videos with in a span of a couple of hours. Crazy....right? I tend to think so because normally I am shooting movies oh on a two or three month basis. The other cool thing was my friend Zo showed me his friends video. Yeah, it is like a he said he said thing but not.
His friend some really high quality stuff. And on top of that Zo wants to shoot something soon.

Zo had told me to watch this movie. So I put my eyes close to the screen. Then I saw a sleek and sexy WRX shoot by the exhaust coughing and all. It was sweet! But within the movie his friend somehow managed to shoot him playing basketball and the sexy black WRX. That kid has talent.

He said during one of the shots that his friend was in the trunk.

Yesterday, I was stoked because I recieved my web camera. It is weird because also yesterday I ran into the problem of mispelling recieve.




Weird!



Either way what happened yesterday is my web camera came and I unraveled the plastic and went to work. I was so happy it came that I made 2 videos with in a span of a couple of hours. Crazy....right? I tend to think so because normally I am shooting movies oh on a two or three month basis. The other cool thing was my friend Zo showed me his friends video. Yeah, it is like a he said he said thing but not.



His friend some really high quality stuff. And on top of that Zo wants to shoot something soon.







Zo had told me to watch this movie. So I put my eyes close to the screen. Then I saw a sleek and sexy WRX shoot by the exhaust coughing and all. It was sweet! But within the movie his friend somehow managed to shoot him playing basketball and the sexy black WRX. That kid has talent.







He said during one of the shots that his friend was in the trunk.

Fortress of Solitude

My life seems a tad stressful right now job wise.

I need to stretch for a Fortress of Solitude . Isolated from everyone and everything to collect my thoughts. Not even a Walden's Pond. What is a Walden's Pond . Is that even right?
Fuck it.
I still need the Fortress of Solitude. At home I am sometimes not even able to find that peace.

With a hell of a last two days completed. Where does it all go down. Does it go crashing like the show Lost. Or does it get rosier and greener. I am hoping that it is the latter.

The start to 2016 has been pretty good . But was 2015 the Pinnacle year. Was I just really worrying to much about this year? 2013-14 were not very good.

I wasn't even thinking about this year. I am just trying to put one foot in front of the other. This is interesting....

I guess a good Fortress of Solitude would be the Library. Where I am friends with books. I love people but sometimes their ineptitude strikes me as stupid. Why are people liberally so dumb? Not all people ? But do they deserve a Fortress of Solitude?

I have no idea.

I just want the year to be well. I am struggling consistently with this idea. But it has many factors to consider:
                  The Old Man's retirement
                  Ergo; His relationship with his son. Not being able to adequately support the family. This narrow minded-fuckingness of only retirement. Yes, Pops you worked for 39 fucking years but don't drag the ship down and you with it.

               The job where I try hard and only look at getting reprimanded for things that are out of my control. Much like the fucking weather!


   The unfinished works that haven't been published.

The best friends that live in other states. A rarity to see either.

The growing up part...still working on it.

Personal matters regarding an Uncle Freuben.

There's a littany of problems I need to battle.
And I suppose in a small way writing is that Fortress of Solitude. Blogging is that Fortress of Solitude. Art is my Fortress of Solitude. So I do have them.
But I need a physical place to go new...in the year 2016.

-Andres

The Walking Dead midseason review

Well , I really can't just rev up the spoilers now can I.

I am just very relieved that a character has returned. And I am very, very, excited about the direction of season 6.

This to me has been the strongest season since season 1. And yeah, I have been watching season 1. I have watched 5 full years of the Walking Dead. I have loved every bit of it too.

Episode 7 was just to me so damn spectacular. And 8 just tried to ratchet up the tension. So much fucking blood. That's always a good thing. But the tension shown by some characters is knife-butter cutting tension and god is it good!

The Walking Dead can only keep expanding getting better. And without giving anything away for episode 9 when  it returns in February....shit is about to hit the fan a billion times a second. The gore will be amped up and the blood will be squeezed even more. Earth shattering shit will prolly happen.
And like Game of Thrones we need to be on edge .

The only way to achieve that is to brutally murder characters we love.
So we need to be cautious as fans and highly on alert about characters we love.
This show pulls no punches. And I love it for the brutal challenges that Rick and the others have to run into. We have a fantastic show and I can't wait as of writing this for more Walking Dead.

I am still behind on the comic. But the show is really light in comparison.
I can't wait to see what Kirkman and Co. have in store.

Brutally .........delicious!
Zombie-killing at it's finest.

Go kill more zombies!
Gotta kill them good.
By any means necessary.
Die zombies die!
-V

Hot topic: Backlogs of video games

Yes, normally during the summer it seems like you have infinite time to game.

Let's assess what games I am currently playing:

Fallout 4
The Witcher
You Must Build a Boat
Clicker Heroes

I dabble in Planetside 2. I love that game and want to put more time in it.
I am all over the map with FPS's . I just got back into Tribes.


My completion of games is dismal this year.

The Last of Us remastered and DLC content
Fear 3. To me it counts because I beat it this year.






Games I am trying : Red Orchestra 45-Ostrafront, Red Orchestra, Just Cause, Damn you Steam and your sexy sales.

So as you can see I am a busy gamer. But to me it doesn't matter how many games I beat in a given year. Trust, me...I have been averaging 10 somehow a year or somewhere in there. It is if I really loved the game and want to try something new. An example: I beat The Last of Us remastered , hands down a masterpiece in my book. The very first game for my PS4.

-V