I’m currently typing this while 30,000 feet in the air on an aeroplane. Yes. It is amazing. Internet and T.V. all available for purchase on a giant metal tube rocketing through the air hundreds of miles per hour. And somehow, I still get annoyed when they don’t work perfectly, or when I can’t watch reruns…
It’s bedtime in the Garcia household. I know that because Batman has been mow-ing for the past 20 minutes as if to say “da fuq yall?!?” and running into the bedroom anytime I get up from my perch in front of the TV. Just as well, my fake Aaron Rodgers in Madden just threw two interceptions…
Batman is pissed. I’m not sure why, but I can seem him staring at me out of the corner of his eye. I’m never sure why Batman is pissed, maybe he’s unhappy or grumpy. I don’t really know. There are times when I worry that I’ll be a bad father because Batman hates me. But…
No cats. I am without cats as I type this post. Seems a bit odd…to not have them around. The room feels empty, less warm, less meow-y. I miss them. But don’t tell them that, I don’t want them getting big heads. Well, maybe Lester since his head hasn’t really matched the growth of his…
I’m writing from my kitchen again. I think it’s because I feel most comfortable here. I was raised in and around kitchens all my life. Some of my best thinking is done in kitchens and kitchens happen to be where food comes from, which…I happen to love. Lester is behind me on the couch (Judging…
Wednesday 10 after 7 in the morning. Lester is sitting on the guest bed watching me write at the computer while Batman wanders aimlessly around the apartment meowing to god only knows what. (Lester has already dealt with all the ghosts so I’m not sure what Batman’s after) I’m having coffee, listening to a little…
It’s Thursday. If you’re not reading this on a Thursday then that sentence is a lie. If you are, then you’re either a huge fan of my blog and reading it immediately or you’ve managed to come to this blog on a Thursday. Which, now that I’m thinking about it, isn’t that crazy of an…
It’s 6:55pm on a Monday. Batman, my cat, is meowing at night…or his own reflection in the window. Lester, my other cat, just completed his nightly sprint back and forth down the hallway chasing what I assume is a ghost…since I haven’t seen one recently. (Thanks Lester). Stax is over at a friends watching the…
Have you ever felt a little lost? In your own skin, I mean. Like you’re driving down a street you haven’t driven down in a long time, and you’re thinking “This looks familiar…kinda, I’m pretty sure I made out with Jenny behind that tree…or maybe it was that tree. Did that house always used to…
This trip was packed with lots of rocking things. As you saw from the last post I could have written about Paros for another thousand words, and the second half in Athens was just as incredible with even more details…but for the sake of brevity I’ll hit on the key talking points: Meat Old Stuff…
Camp Garcia 