Not IRL peeps, don’t be alarmed. Saga of the Amazing Human Man is moving. I’m making a virtual move this weekend to a new host and as a result will have greater capability to share music and video as well as a whole bunch of other fun stuff. With the move comes a new look, a sort of rebranding, and a new direction/purpose to better focus my rambling and hopefully stir up some conversation. I’m considering changing the name of the blog too. Should I change it, thoughts?

WAITING FOR MY REAL LIFE TO BEGIN

The title of this post refers to my earlier post of same name, where a song caught me off guard surprising me with an emotional response. In this case it wasn’t the lingering sting of a long lost relationship, but the bittersweet memories of past struggles and ultimately a sense of achievement in getting past them. This is such a beautiful song (click on the title below to listen). It’s sung and recorded in such an honest and simple way with words that cut straight to me. I remember the days, months, all that time, waiting for something positive to happen in my life rather than going out and making it happen. I’m not that person anymore. I finally feel as if mine has begun. I wonder what’s ahead?

Album : “Going Somewhere”
(written by: Colin Hay / Thom Mooney)
Colin Hay

Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I’ll keep checking the horizon
I’ll stand on the bow, feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down down down, on me

And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
But don’t you understand
I already have a plan
I’m waiting for my real life to begin

When I awoke today, suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams, I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path, and up this cobbled lane
I’m walking in my old footsteps, once again

And you say, just be here now
Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
Let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I’m waiting for my real life to begin

Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I’ll keep checking the horizon
And I’ll check my machine, there’s sure to be that call
It’s gonna happen soon, soon, soon
It’s just that times are lean

And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine in
Don’t you understand
I already have a plan
I’m waiting for my real life to begin

On a clear day
I can see a very very long way

Enjoy my neat little wordle word cloud (a.k.a. sad excuse for new content) using text from twitter, facebook, and other various social media profiles I’ve erected over the past few years, though most of them in recent months. I will return shortly to explain why the alluring convenience of shortness is further straining my attention span and sidetracking my mind and time from posting here.

Here I come, out of the clear blue, or aptly, gray lately.

I know I promised at the end of my previous post that I would be back to bore everyone that remembers this blog exists with what things are rocking my boat currently. I swore to return to my blogging duties I’ve been shirking. It’s been a month now but here I am.

It took divine intervention to get me to shave this morning

I have no excuses. I stated when I started this blog that I wanted to see how long it would hold my fleeting interest and see if I could stick with it if I liked it. I like it. It’s been rewarding to vent, to get some ideas out, flex my writing muscle a wee bit. Hell, I’ve even gotten some positive feedback from friends both new and old that they have enjoyed reading along. Yet somehow I don’t DO it. Instead, I filter writing time to the bottom of my agenda each day until weeks go by and I rarely log in, dodging some self-induced guilt for not keeping up on an experiment that surely proves what maybe I knew all along – that Shawn can’t follow through on anything on his own.

I’m coaxed, poked, prodded, bribed, coerced into completing tasks. I’m lured forward, eyes up, perpetually chasing that carrot. This project is for ME though. There’s no monetary motivation, no grade, no commission. No pressure. Is it time? I’ll schedule it! So, I set todo’s on my phone to post and ignore them. Ah, perhaps convenience? Maybe if I download the WordPress app on my iPhone I’ll post more – it’ll be right in my pocket! It now lies on my 3rd page of apps where i put my least used, with the icons I can’t erase. What is it then?

I was tagged on the FB (yes, I have a Facebook account now, so you all can stop bitching ok?!) with another incarnation of the seven random things meme, namely 25 Things. Twenty five was a bit much people. I think seven was the perfect amount, it gave you license to add some content to each one and be a little more creative. So, that in mind, few here are more than a sentence long.

1. I am addicted to my iPhone.
2. I have had a gym membership for the past year and a half but never stepped foot in the place since I signed up.
3. I talk during the movie, MST3K/Rifftrax style. If something happens that needs to be aped I can’t seem to hold back. I’m sorry.
4. I don’t feel like a grown up.
5. I suck at video games. I love to play, love to watch people who kick ass at them, I just lack skills and it pisses me off so bad I break controllers and wake up neighbors.
6. I still play D&D every week on Sunday night. I have been playing off and on for about 15 years. I look forward to it all week.
7. I have a rare auto-immune disease called Sarcoidosis. Not much is known about why it happens and there is no known cure. It doesn’t affect me much in my day-to-day life and currently don’t need to treat it thankfully. If you’re interested you can read more @ www.stopsarcoidosis.org
8. I am easily distracted and have a tendency to tackle things and immerse myself in them intensely for a time only to move on to other things once my interest wanes. I am constantly beating myself up for my lack of follow-through.
9. I am opinionated and have always been honest to a fault about how I feel on most any topic. Over the past couple years or so, I have made it a point to bite my tongue and be discreet. I will still speak my mind, but only if you ask.
10. I am a grammar and spelling nazi. It even bothers me if my text messages are misspelled. I try not to judge people on their spelling/penmanship/grammar, but it’s hard for me.
11. I love to trout fish and hunt partridge, though I rarely get the chance but once or twice a year.
12. Numbers don’t stick in my mind. For example, give me your number without writing it down or entering it in my cell and I will forget it. When I enter it into my phone, check to make sure I didn’t confuse the order of the digits, even if you tell me twice and I repeat it to you. I just can’t remember them nor can I do much with them when they’re right in front of me, see #25.
13. I quit drinking on January 1st 2007. It’s been 2 years and life has been a lot better since.
14. I have a keen memory for jokes and funny stories. I love a good joke, funny email, video, commercial, whatever. Tell me half of a joke and nine times out of ten I can tell you the punchline.
15. I am still super close with a tight group of best friends from grade school/high school. I’m told this is rare. They rock.
16. I have a Bachelor of Fine Arts but haven’t done any artwork in almost 8 years. I am scared that I’ll never find my creative center again if I don’t start working soon.
17. I haven’t dated anyone seriously in over 3 years.
18. I love new music. I have a new favorite song/artist/dj every other day. I would rather a dj or band play something I haven’t heard yet than sing along to the same old tunes.
19. I can whistle so loud it makes my ears ring.
20. I love tattoos. I plan on getting a full sleeve done within the next 2 years.
21. I don’t tolerate caffeine well. I get some pretty severe anxiety from it. I can drink a can of Pepsi in a day and that’s pushing it.
22. I love the television show Scrubs. I have seen every episode of every season so many times that I know every joke, yet I continue to watch them.
23. I am scared of Junebugs. I don’t know why. I know they are just beetles and they don’t even bite, but if one lands on me I will scream like a schoolgirl. Shut up.
24. I don’t care about sports. Pats, Sox, Bruins, whatEVER. I just don’t.
25. I’m bad at math. I’m a humanities guy, my skills with numbers lie in the basic add/subtract/mult/div, averages and sales percentages area and that’s about it.

I’ve been updating very seldom lately so this was a nice entry for my overclocked noodle to wind back down into outputting complete thoughts in lieu of indecipherable whispers, distracted utterances and random screams. I’ve been a wee bit stressed. Fear not though my loyal reader, I have a lot to write about though, and will make some time this month to bore you with all of it.