tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36557342024-09-05T21:12:14.518-05:00the life and times of some guy in iowa. just another nobody who never had a chance. someone else alot like you.scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.comBlogger520125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-50328695076159723252016-02-08T10:33:00.000-06:002016-02-08T10:33:05.896-06:00

"Well that certainly didn't play out the way I expected it." That was the lone thought I had walking out of the dealership for the last time on Friday afternoon. It was bittersweet, but I was still tasting a fair amount of bitter on the drive home. While the money was never great; it was good enough to kind of get by, and the work was never super exciting; but it was good enough to interest me

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I haven't had much time lately to post.  I think the last time I really sat down and tried to write was around the time my friend Jennifer died.  Its not that it overtook me with grief; but it was a mixed emotion.  Between working two jobs and Wrangler; there just isn't a ton of time left in my days.  But, thinking back about things; its too short not to make some time for

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  Its not very often that even I come to a loss of words.  I had every intention of sitting down to hammer out a blog post about the last year of my life.  About changing jobs suddenly, about being unemployed, about worrying for money… how Wrangler has been, how my family is to me… reconciling the ghosts of girls past…  I figured maybe it was time to look forward with one

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The dirtiest words of an American judicial system are simple: "Jury Summons" It means I'm sitting at the courthouse at 8:00 am on monday morning, instead of drinking my coffee bitching about how slow the first 2 hours of my work day have been; I'll be crammed in the kennel with the masses of the general public, vying for my opportunity to get out of determining the guilt of some sap who

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  Seems like that’s the new scare.  It covers my news feed in Reddit, so that I miss new Hunger Games girl nudes… It blacks out daily tv news coverage so I miss out on sappy stories about Hollywood-has-bins that died.  Now its spamming the shit out of my twitter feed that I can’t get Walking Dead news.    Ebola-Shmola.  I’d worry, if it was really worth

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Last night I witnessed the Internet do the one thing that I think it was born to do #thefappening. #Thefappening is born out of a few things that are really not newsworthy. It's not newsworthy that celebrities, especially attractive B list celebrities, would take nude photos of themselves on unsecured cell phones. It's also not newsworthy that all of these unsecured images of nubile nude

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-57546401769844242842014-07-19T12:06:00.001-05:002014-07-19T12:06:58.163-05:00

Two days into the working world and I'm already getting bored.  Lets be honest, the new guy gets one of three paths in the world: A) Avoid him.  Make him stand around.  Pretend he isn't really there because, its a new guy and we miss the old guy.  And the new guy is likely worthless any how. B) Treat the new guy like he's in kindergarten.  Read documents to him like

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Back to waiting again.  Being unemployed for nearly 2 months now, many things don’t surprise me.  But, I am surprised that there hasn’t been any surprises.  Meaning: I wasn’t expecting to be down this long without any kind of a job.  I’ve had places deny me because I was over qualified and they refused to pay me more for the position because of it.  I was dumbfounded, and

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The wait is by far the most nerve wracking part about find a new job.   I'm still unemployed.  Its been a month.  For a college graduate, with 10 years of management experience, I never would have thought I'd be waiting a month + to find a new full time, 30k / year job.   But thats what happened.   And the wait just kills me. First you wait to find places.   Places

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-41447677127536936902014-05-26T13:24:00.001-05:002014-05-26T13:30:05.071-05:00

More life with Wrangler updates for all the #beagle crazy people on the internet. As we can all see, Wrangler is growing fast!  We’re right about to the 5 month age, and I’d estimate he’s tripled in size.  He is about 18 pounds now, and probably close to full length.  His ears and paws are about fully grown, but his legs and shoulders will still grow some.  The breeders

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Just something we have been laughing about on the podcast  [Rivalcastmedia.com] aka Far A Field podcast… I’ve been taking down a different bottle of wine on each episode.  I’m not Wine Guy.  I’m not even Snooty Beer guy, but this is fun.  This weeks pick: Fish Eye – Pino Noir / 2012     I don’t have tons of experience to compare this to, however the price

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-35072746076481753442014-05-21T18:01:00.002-05:002014-05-21T18:01:37.866-05:00

Will work for [period] For the second time in my adult life I've found myself jobless.  On Sunday my long time, asshole inclined, boss decided he wanted to make a change.  I was out.  It happened pretty fast.  The details of it all take longer to go through that it matters.  I really had no reason to be let go.  I was by far the hardest working manager in the

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-29004060611706910492014-04-17T22:41:00.001-05:002014-04-17T22:41:01.283-05:00

I don't claim to be a gear head, or a techno blogger.   But sometimes something comes around that seems so simple and chic, yet oozing with technology, that I can't stop myself.   The Pebble smartwatch is one of those things.   You can read gobs about these things all over the internet by lots of smart and qualified people, but my thoughts are pretty clear; I think its nifty;

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Life with Wrangler seems to be getting on track.   For the most part he listens to me.  That’s saying a lot for a puppy that’s 12 weeks old.  He still chews and bites at me.  Its not a vicious thing; its his version of playing.  That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, or I don’t bleed.  Were working on curbing that.  We’ve had two vet appointments and they say

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-1141240387527127092014-03-30T18:57:00.001-05:002014-03-30T18:57:54.620-05:00

Even though he whines and cries, or bites at me when he plays hes still a good dog. As I'm sitting here having a beer waiting for The Walking Dead to begin, he's passed out on my lap snoring away.  It's hard to deny how cute and innocent he is.

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-44028639842188240982014-03-20T12:29:00.001-05:002014-03-20T12:29:48.109-05:00

.... other things, non beagle in my life... Far Afield Podcast -- Rival Cast Media. Do listen in.  This is the spin off show that came from the popular Grand Old Podcast, that really centers loosely around the 3 hosts Iowa roots [or issues].  Its a twice monthly run, sometimes up to 3 hours lin length, where we just sit around and have fun.   The other two hosts have shows in

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-52692275859789052002014-03-20T11:59:00.001-05:002014-03-20T11:59:21.141-05:00

Mr. Wrangler The last few days have been consumed with this little guy!  I decided a few months ago I wanted to get my own pet again, and had been doing alot of window shopping.  Eventually I decided on a beagle because of the HoA issues of my condo.  After cruising alot of forums and websites, I decided to stay local; and can say Mr. Wrangler is also an Iowa native just like

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-81913113412131952772013-12-12T21:56:00.001-06:002013-12-12T21:56:16.387-06:00

Of recent things Scott;   I live in my own home. I started over with my heart. Found the greatest friendship I’d had to this point in my life. Found a roommate to make life easy. Lost a roommate making life more difficult. Lost the friend, possibly for good, for reasons I don’t understand. Felt my heart tell me to stop for good. Resumed life alone in my own home.   I wish I had the time

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-18290519920015453162013-10-15T00:50:00.002-05:002013-10-15T09:45:47.148-05:00

A quick out of context story.... As I sat out on the reservation, on the steps of some random trailer, in the middle of no where, South Dakota, deep in Pine Ridge; I thought about my life.   I thought about the things I was fortunate for.  I look around myself and realize the people I came to see, see me that way.  Fortunate.  Stupid.  Arrogant.  Gifted.  But

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-80480018042507726792013-04-11T23:47:00.001-05:002013-04-14T22:45:30.309-05:00

If I were to make it a metaphor, I am awash, drifting endlessly in a small boat. Everything keeps coming back to that. Even in my day dreams, I imagine myself being lost at see. I know its my own mind making sense of what I cant understand. Doesn't make it any more fair to me. I should admit I did something stupid. I acted out on an urge. Thought, "hey Scott, why aren't you doing what

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I spent part of my morning watching Terminator 2 on netflix, on my new tv. I'm too lazy to hook up the blu ray player, and I only own it on DVD any how... besides.... its a wifi enabled tv.... its kinda cool to have netflix built right into the fucker. Anyway. I realize parts of the this one havent aged all that well, but some of it is great to this day. I remember how attached I was to

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One of the morning crew at work came by to talk to me the other day. He said he had some genuine concerns about one of the younger kids who ended up losing his job this week, basically because he went to pieces over his girl friend breaking up with him. I didnt have the heart to tell Rick what the real story was. Thats not for me to talk about... but the story he told me did make me laugh.

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Thursday night was a strange one. Even for me. About 15 minutes before the store closed, a customer comes back with a rented truck to return... being favorable to the people upfront, I go out to check it in and take care of it, rather than pull them across the store while they are busy settling drawers. As I walk up to the doors, I'm met by an attractive brunette with long hair in a blue

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Things of our dreams.  An Image I made some years ago.  I had two very vivid dreams last night...  That is not out of the ordinary for me... but they were different than usual...   I woke up after the first one about 4 am...   it was about me making one of my goals, the second one was about making something mine. I was on the mountain, standing there

scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01575460033187857052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3655734.post-12635360046105733292013-03-17T23:02:00.001-05:002013-03-18T09:06:49.174-05:00

its  probably for the best that i get in the habbit of doing more regular efforst at reflection on myself.   i think the danger always is, to look at the ripples in my own self reflection, rather than the image i see at large.  thats the danger for all of us, in the end. i look back at the past few weeks and think to where i was.  mentally and physically i was fresh.  i

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