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Because I am totally cool guy who is trying to be a person who works full time on the internet and writes all the time, I found another thing to distract myself by starting a tumblr. It’s mainly for shorter posts that I don’t feel are worth posting here like this one I posted this morning:

You know, stuff like that. One might question my desire to have a tumblr, blog, baseball blog, twitter, facebook and google reader as well as my business websites, screenwriting(?) and freelance writing; and that would be a good thing to question. On the surface it seems insane, but someone once told me that writer’s block is when there is something that you need to express/write about and can’t for whatever reason. This is my attempt to get everything I want to say out there in one way or another and thus never suffer from this disease. I’ll let you know how it works out.

Here’s a quick update on how to follow me properly:

• vintown: What’s going on with me in my life, book reviews, TV and movie reviews, random musings I don’t know where else to put and my general philosophy on life.
• vintown tumblr: Quick thoughts, memories, music, jokes and Community gifs.
• vintown twitter: Even quicker thoughts. Gambling, football and wrestling talk.
• Facebook: Not really using this much anymore for status updates, but I throw a few random ones up and usually check-in when I do cool stuff/am drunk.
• Miller Park Drunk: Best Brewers baseball blog in the world. All the funny stuff is usually here and most of the crazy stuff.
• Miller Park Drunk twitter: In-game Brewer analysis, random Brewers related jokes/photoshops, flirting with followers and arguing with negative fans.
• Google Reader: Follow me to be share bros. I usually share 3-4 links a day and they are always cool.
• Ezine: Only for the hardest of hardcores. This is something I am going to be using to write a lot of articles for marketing. Boring stuff.

I think that’s enough for now.

(Although I am thinking of adding a MPD-centric tumblr. Just straight photoshops/screencaps with jokes.)

- QUEST FOR 180 UPDATE: 192.

Seriously, is bread the worst thing ever or what? Don’t get me wrong I love bread like it paid me to, but I lost about twenty pounds in a month by basically skipping bread and potatoes while eating more fruit and veggies. This isn’t rocket science people. Jimmy Johns made me fat and I know it. Down a pants size almost two actually. (Extra skinny jeans here I come.) Just imagine what I’ll look like if I ever start running.

(Editors note: I will never start running.)

- Let’s see, what else… hey, did I mention I am in Costa Rica right now? I am. It’s nice. I’ll talk about it later.

- The New Girl is the shit. Watch it. You will fall in love with Zooey. (I was already, but still.)

- I want to end this one with a quick story that I remembered this morning for some reason.

When I first moved to Tacoma way back when (ten years in August) I wanted to get a really good job so that I could support my girlfriend and I. She was in college and she had a rich dad who hated my fucking guts and I did not want to take a thing from him. In my mind, I didn’t even want him to pay half of the rent. I thought I would have no trouble getting a good job because I’d spent the past year managing a furniture store in Alabama. Unfortunately, that didn’t end up meaning shit out there (and really, why would it have?) and I had a little trouble finding a good job. The first job I settled on was selling stuff door to door. Coupon books for $20. Stuff like Pizza Hut coupons where if you bought one you got a free pizza right off the bat and then like 20 half off coupons or a pack of three free oil changes. Stuff that was a deal, but stuff that nobody really needed. You needed to be a good salesman to do this and be able to deal with assholes and people who slammed doors in your face and everything else. At first, I thought this job was awesome as I made $100 in one of my first days. It was straight commission so if I didn’t sell anything, I didn’t get anything. This happened more than once and I got pretty bummed out about. I didn’t like the job, but I didn’t know what to do. In a last ditch effort to make some money I went to Walla Walla, Washington on a road trip to try and make some coin. Walla Walla didn’t have full-time solicitors like Seattle and the thought was we’d have a better chance there.

As the first few days went on I began to realize that I fucking hated this job. It was the worst. It was me trying to be something that I wasn’t, but I needed the money and kept on moving on. The second to last day I knocked on a door and a girl answered. She was nice and told me that she wasn’t interested, but asked me if I wanted to come in for a beer. I said yes and ended up spending the next several hours with her. Now, I was with Katy at the time and I loved her so it wasn’t anything like that. This girl’s name was Katie Bueller (I remember because my girlfriend’s name was Katie and she had never seen Ferris Bueller) and she was a total hippie chick. We talked a lot about deep stuff, stuff that I don’t seem to ever talk about anymore (except with myself) and she let me in on her philosophy of life. It is very similar to how I am/want to be now actually. Very relaxed, very “take things as they come”, very “don’t get mad about things you can’t change”. I remember her telling me a thing about how she believed that colors would tell her what was happening. Like orange signified change (like the seasons) or red signified love. I didn’t really but what she was saying, but I listened. We exchanged addresses (she didn’t have a phone and cellphones/facebook were not yet a thing). I ended up leaving her house, a little drunk, and went back to the hotel. I got in a little bit of trouble for the drinking, but it was all good.

I went to work the next day and was making my door-to-door rounds and all I could see was orange. Orange houses, orange doors, orange cats and everything else. Later that day I quit my job.

I kept her address in my wallet for another three or four years after that, but I never wrote and it wasn’t until today that I thought about Katie Bueller again. The question I was asking myself when I thought of this story was “did this one chance meeting change my entire life?” Maybe my philosophy on life didn’t change in that one instance, but it’s been very similar to Katie’s as time went on and that sort of philosophy on life is definitely something I am always striving for.

However, now that I’ve written about it that question isn’t coming to mind at all because I realize now that the reason I thought of Katie has nothing to do with life philosophy at all. It’s all about change.

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