I didn’t feel angry or depressed
I didn’t feel anything at all
I didn’t want to go to bed
And I didn’t want to stay up late
When you’re living your life, well, that’s the price you pay

I love my motorcycle, but since my accident I just am so overcome with fear any time I ride that it impacts my ability to ride and just ends up being a detriment to my ego that much more.

I adore riding, all of it… but I just feel so defeated.
I know all I can do is get back in the saddle, practice, and not let the fear get to me or give up, just proving really fucking hard.

These pictures will help fill in the void of my absence.
Being lethargic and procrastinating is the best.
So… yeah.

Oh yeah…

That horrible moment when almost half a year goes by without updating the blog, really am not sure how I managed that one.

What have I been up to?
Work, SAT, college acceptance letters, got my motorcycle license and a new bike, saw Man Man live, bought some junk off the internet, got a new laptop, met Adam West, Burt Ward, And Lee Meriwether.

So, yeah… you can look at me being a derp for these past couple months, I promise to keep you guys more in the loop from now on.

I don’t want to come off as pretentious, condescending, or antediluvian.

I am still my fatuous self; my fastidious speech at the moment in my epistle may seem obscure, but I am working on my vocabulary for the SAT.

Forgive me in advance should this come off as gaffe and possibly aberration.

Don’t want a polemical, though it’s becoming an obsession.
I wish to be adroit avoiding any err, so I guess in short, I shall refuse reticent retorts and instead pontificate.

If you should become bristle because I might seem esoteric, just give me a portent and I will obviate from my hyperbolic speech and back to my rife, affable nature and ruminate of when to demur from this omniscient, onerous, loft, loquacious way.

If you should permit me to be candid with you, this is slowly becoming inadvertent and despondent, as I am tyro.

Yet, I feel like a savant, and a tad inscrutable.
Though.. this may be verbosity, I’m in a furrow, but ever so complacent.

However, I digress.

Went to the Pittsburgh Zoo yesterday with my darling Charli for her b-day.Why should you care?

Went to the Pittsburgh Zoo yesterday with my darling Charli for her b-day.

Why should you care?

So, my friends got together and got me as an early birthday present V.I.P passes to Monster Mainia; not only does that get me a good score of goodies, like a free tshirt, and reserved seats to any of the film screenings, as well as access over all three days to the con.

 But, it also lets me meet stars such as: Lou Ferrigno, also known as The Incredible Hulk.

 David Prowse, who played a little role as… fucking Darth Vader!

 Lee Meriwether, Yvonne Craig, Burt Ward, all from Batman ‘66!

 Oh, and best of all - I get to meet Adam West!

 To those of you who are unaware, Batman means the world to me; for as long as I can remember I have loved batman, this means the world to me.

 The V.I.P pass encompasses some of these fun treats: it guarantees a signed item of mine from Adam West, a photo with on my own camera, an hour early entry than the general public, and… access to the V.I.P party with all the stars!

 Without a doubt, I have to take my original ‘66 Batman poster and have ‘em sign it.

My inner geek/fanboy is exploding inside.