The Govekian

This article was originally posted at this domain name on an old blogging system. I am consolidating all of my ramblings and drabble here.

I recently set up a website / blog on behalf of my friend Mike Govek.

I’ll be damned if his traffic hasn’t exceeded all of the hits I get on all of my websites combined.

Anyway, go visit The Govekian’s website. It’s quite entertaining, if nothing else because I still haven’t given him access to it yet.

Update: this site has been shut down for a long time. I never did end up giving him access.

Balance

This article was originally posted at this domain name on an old blogging system. I am consolidating all of my ramblings and drabble here.

So, I queued up my MP3 player (a SanDisk 512mb model) and selected one of the albums. It was Ten from Pearl Jam.

For just a minute or two, I had a flashback thing going on. Funny some of the things that music can do; sometimes it seems that it can act like a drug that can change how you feel, or even how you see the world. I was maybe 15 and back in Kansas City.

I remembered sitting in a red ‘66 Mustang with AJ having Why Go Home cranked up. Then I remembered listening to Blind Melon’s Change from their self-titled album. I guess that the best part about that is that for the first 2 or 3 years I never heard the whole song. The first 1:30 of the song is divided across the left and right channels. AJ liked the lyrics so much he’d always push the balance to the left, so you’d hear nothing for 10 seconds, then a little humming, then a harmonica, and then Shannon Hoon’s voice singing.

I finally picked up the album a few years later after I moved up to Wisconsin and found out there was more to the track. Imagine my surprise and shock. Hell, half the time I have to push the balance to the left otherwise the song doesn’t sound right.

Anyway, the flashbacks got me to thinking… Why the hell am I still living in Wisconsin? I planned on moving back down to Kansas City as soon I turned 18… I’m 27 now. WTF happened? Where did I go wrong? I’ve contemplated it ever since I moved up here. Hell, when my ex-fiancée moved out, I damn near packed my stuff up and jumped in the car with the intention of never looking back.

Upon further reflection though, it doesn’t look like I’ll be moving there anytime soon. I can’t bear to be away from my kids, so I just don’t see it happening. But that just goes to show what music and flashbacks can do… it both reminds you of the past and puts things in perspective for the future. Maybe it’s all about balance… and maybe I’ve just had the dial pushed all the way to the left.

Booted from Tripsense

This article was originally posted at this domain name on an old blogging system. I am consolidating all of my ramblings and drabble here.

I’ve been kicked from the Progressive TripSense research program.

It appears that my car, a 2000 Pontiac Grand Prix, is no longer considered compatible with the TripSense program. I received this e-mail over the weekend:

Dear TripSense Research Participant:

Thank you again for signing up for the data gathering research program that uses the TripSensorTM to gather information about how you drive.

You may recall when signing up for the program that some vehicles are ineligible for participation because the TripSensor is not compatible with certain vehicle makes and models.

When a TripSense customer reports a problem to us, we investigate it and, if it turns out that that vehicle make and model is incompatible with the TripSensor, we add the vehicle to our “ineligible” list. This means that these vehicles cannot participate in the research program.

We have identified an incompatibility issue with your Pontiac Grand Prix 4 door. As a result, we need to immediately remove that vehicle from the program, and ask you to return the TripSensor to us for analysis.

We apologize for the inconvenience. A postage-paid envelope has been sent for you to return the TripSensor. Once the TripSensor is received, we’ll honor the $50 participation incentive.

Please feel free to contact us if you have any questions. We apologize again for any inconvenience.

Oh well… at least I still get the rebate.

There can be only one.

This article was originally posted at this domain name on an old blogging system. I am consolidating all of my ramblings and drabble here.

So my kids came back to my house yesterday and informed me that they have two Dads.

Bullshit.

I’ve earned the title of Dad. I’ve been there for both of those boys since birth. I’ve put everything forward in their best interest and I’ve been the one to take care of them.

I don’t care what anybody says. If two people have a child together and later go their own ways, there’s only one Mom and only one Dad. The only possible exception to that rule is if one or the other stops taking an active role in the kids’ lives… at which point it’s still a gamble if you want to do that.

When I begin dating again, my kids will not be informed that they have two Moms. Mom is Mom, and that’s the way it is. Nobody has the right to take that away from her, and nobody has the right to take it away from me. Especially when I’m as active in their lives as I am.

Send 2005 to Hell

This article was originally posted at this domain name on an old blogging system. I am consolidating all of my ramblings and drabble here.

So, does anybody care that it’s the end of 2005?

I know I sure as hell don’t. This year just plain sucked. So many events kicked me in the a$$ that I don’t even want to think about it. I can hardly wait until I can close the door on this piece of shit year and move on with my life.

The first half of 2005 definitely sucked because I was working too much, and when I finally got through that, I had the rug pulled out from under me when my ex-fiancée moved out without warning. Then I had to spend a lot of time without the kids until we finally reached an agreement that allowed me to see them most of the time (over 80% actually). That was the one good thing that happened; without access to my kids, I don’t know where I would be right now. Love you, boys!

I have a lot of great hopes for 2006. I think it will be the year that I can finish putting my life back together and get moving forward again. I look forward to spending a lot of quality time with the boys. Perhaps I can get some bills paid down. Maybe I’ll meet a woman who can actually treat me decently and respect me for who and what I am. Hey, with any luck I can buy a house so that the kids will have a place to call home.

As for people who disliked some of the decisions I’ve made or how I handled some of the situations I was in… well, too bad. And to people who put themselves first without any thought for others, shame on you.

Most of all, to my boys: I love you no matter what. I’ll always be here for you regardless of what happens. Every minute you’re away from me hurts. I’m sorry your Mom made the decisions that she did, but that’s her choice. All we can do is try our best to enjoy life as much as we can. I can hardly wait to see how the next year turns out for you, because you’ve both come so far so fast.