Where Have You Gone 1990?

I think I'm currently starring in the remake of this classic. I remember watching it in the late 80's/early 90's with my old pal Chris Davis down in Sauk Village, Ill. Now that is the south suburbs. Man...

Well, it's one day till the weekend. Operation Cracker Factory Extraction enters day three. Spirits waver hour-to-hour, but personnel are generally hopeful.

The late 80's/early 90's. Sauk Village. Watch some Night Flight. Play some role-playing games. Drink a lot of RC. Watch Channel 50. Man...

My Pong

Ahhh... cooler weather is the elixir of peace woundup has sought this long week. I s'pose it was my long time above the Arctic Circle (Erie, Pa., also known as the 33rd Parallel) that bred cold weather comfort into my RNA. As I sit here sipping this fine $4 wine, I think to myself... I think to myself...

My brother and his lady friend left us around 5 p.m. The visit seemed too short, but we had fun anyway, subjecting them to endless varieties of state and city traffic. Went to the Shedd Aquarium for the first time in a long one. Many of the same water fauna from my childhood are still there: the electric eel, the sea turtle, the wolf fish.

Where's the daily dose of alienation effect? Epic WeBLoG. Supertext. Projections. Spare set and props. I don't work for free, folks. Now accepting donations.

Don't Worry!

Hello, everybody... yes, don't worry about Woundup. It's been a few days, certainly. Last week was very stressful. I just found out I was being switched to a night shift, while Erika is starting an 8-3 job this week. You can imagine I'm not happy about that. My birthday was a little stressful, too, but I think I'm getting used to things in the new decade. It may take me a little longer, tho. Needless to say, Woundup is looking for a new cracker factory shift because of the new, draconian schedule. Please wish me luck as I hope to synch up my life with my wife. This is what they call a "life challenge," right? I will be a better, stronger person on the other side of it. I believe it, tho it's a little hard to grasp at this point. Seems like a long, uphill push at the moment.

Today Is My Birthday

I am 30 years old today. It's weird to write that out. I've had some anxiety the past week _ Will things be much different? Am I old now? What the heck should do about my day job? But now... I don't know, I'm feeling a little better about it. A little better. We had a party for Erika last night with some good friends. As I was lying down to sleep around 11:15, a Chicago cop walked in. Our neighbor called them because of the noise. How 'bout that?

If anyone has some advice for a newly turned 30, just leave me a comment. Otherwise, it's great to be here writing for you and great to be here in general. I'll keep the posts coming as usual.

Happy Birthday Erika

Today is my wife's birthday. She is 26 years old. Erika, I love you very much. I hope the rest of your day goes wonderfully. I'll see you when I get home.

New Addition

Hey, hey! My ol' pal Jason has entered the WeBLoG hustle game _ specifically, the WeBLoG fantasy football hustle game. The season is bearing down on us like Dwight Freeney... uh... If you're looking for some advice, Jason is a 3-time champ in our long-running, highly competitive Buffalo doodez fantasy league. The man knows his Pts Allwd and FG 50+'s, and he offers bench-or-start advice. FREE BENCH-OR-START ADVICE. Link is now up at right... and don't miss his topics in the blog's comments section, either.

30 Seconds Over Netcong

How does a Woundup post come together? Well, sometimes I come up with a topic, sometimes it's an image, or, in this case, I come up with the title first.

I've never been to Netcong, N.J., but countless Greyhound bus trips to NYC peaked my interest, as it gets double-billing with the Big Apple on many I-80 road signs. I've had my share of bus trips _ I can hang withthose bad-smelling hardcore kids, for sure. Too bad I never wrote a zine. The title above would look good in xeroxed black 'n white.

Speaking of which... have you seen this? Buffalo needs its young people. You've had a nice 5-15 years away from us, but now you must return. I'm not a native Buffalonian, but I claim it as my spiritual hometown. What does it have to offer? Long, silent winter nights; downtown streets empty after 9 p.m.; chicken wings; Canadian beer; Lake Erie; the feeling that something, somehow will/must turn around... and lots of bowling. God bless Western New York. God bless the Buffalo International Airport. And God bless Transit Road.

Sneedlings

Firefox has changed my life and... changed my mind, slightly. Not that last one, but it does sound more cryptic. You need a cryptic tinge if your WeBLoG is going to be successful, much like this one. Don't think it is? Well, which WeBLoG was quoted at the G8 summit? No, it wasn't this one _ it was acutally lostnazigolddutchspaceprogram.blogspot.com _ but it should've been this one. Which WeBLoG was recently quoted at the PGA Championship media day? It was philmickelsonpaternitysuit.blogspot.com, but it should've been this one.

Ah yes... a little bagel, a little orange juice, the beginning of another successful day. Let's make it a winner, folks.

Finally...

A political WeBLoG I can get into.

Nibblets

There are many changes happening in our part of the world: some good, some... well, the best one is that I see my wife more than ever now.

Next week is the third annual Double Birthday, in which the author crosses the threshhold into his fourth decade of life and his wife remains comfortably in the go-go 20's. Am I jealous? Sure, but let's stay positive. I'll have more on the subject when the day rolls around.

Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to do, and sometimes I feel overwhelmed by a golem of tiny jobs. There you go, Mr. Fitzpatrick. I used "golem" in my WeBLoG this week. You owe me five dollars.

Congratulations

To my wife, Erika. She is the Chicago Public Schools' newest high school English teacher. Wells High School, where she did her student teaching and sub work, now counts her as one of its staff. She has undergone a grueling job search the last three months _ all while writing, refurbishing the kitchen, helping her family and working at the bar. Please congratulate Erika if you see her.

Primo Bruni Ci

God help the A-list chef with the newly opened vanity satellite when Frank Bruni is given extra inches in which to skewer.

See You in Space

One more note here, and I promise I'll stop the celebrity obituaries. Dr. James A. Van Allen, who discovered the Van Allen Belts, passed away today. I once thought it would be cool to name my first son Van Allen Belt. That idea has come and gone, but let us honor this remarkable man of science. Helios Creed must be inconsolable.

Don't (Give Up)

Here I am again, back where I began. I tried everything else to keep myself away, but fantasy baseball and football only go so far.

If you've learned anything from me and my site here, it's that... hmm... I might need to reflect on this a moment. I don't want to say just anything _ this is an important point. If you've learned anything from me and my site here... uh... let me back up a bit.

Everyone goes through a tough time, and it seems the problems multiply and piggyback and recombine. So, if you've learned anything from me and my site here... there are... uh... It may seem darkest, but...

We experience change: It can be painful, but... if you've learned anything from me and my site here, it is that... what am I trying to say... it is that...

I don't know. Lunch is in 1.25 hours. It's frozen tamales today.

Bummer in the Summer

I am embarassed by the patchwork reportage of this site. No offense to the departed, but Arthur Lee was way more important than Syd Barrett. I didn't hear about this till I read Miles' blog on Sunday. Where was the news alert??? I.F. Svenonius must be inconsolable.

Digs, Sets, Spikes

Enough already! I won't be going "Tubin'" all the time on this site. The temptation is great _ the temptation not to write, but to appear like I keep things up-to-date. Is that a criticism of others? No. No. Many others do it well. I'm just suspicious of convergence.

One day you'll be able to plug in your... well, let's leave that to the imagination what you'll be able to plug into. Or, you can take a pill _ a WeBLoG pill. I would volunteer this site to be a beta tester for pill WeBLoGs. You must take Woundup after meals. It bonds to natural lipids in foods and (warning) will stay in the fatty deposits of your ass and legs (and in your hair) for up to three years.

It's still a lot better than that Ozzie Guillen for President pill. Spontaneous diarrhea? No thanks. I'll just read the thing.

Low-in-brow'n

OK Go - Here It Goes Again

woundup is a big snob, normally, but this is the fucking funniest thing i've seen in a while.

Channel Changing

It is a tradition unlike any other... the new official sportstalk radio show of Woundup.com is WMVP's Silvy and Carmen show (weeknights 7-10). We've seen the torch pass from the J. Hood show (2002-04), to the Mike Murphy show (2004-05), to these young lads.

Woundup.com favors an evening program for relaxing during the dark hours, and this is the first time a sportstalk duo has captured the honor. Silvy and Carm are in our age demographic and, we think, live in the same geographical area. They're the kind of guys you might find hanging out at Cans on a Friday night, but, hey, they've got a lot of heart... and they talk NBA. Congratulations, gentlemen.