Ara Ara, Robzilla!

San Diego State University, my alma mater, isn't just one of the top party schools in the nation. They also have a popular chant that applies to the future of our country. It goes something like this... I I believe I believe that I believe that we I believe that we will win!

Here's the post y'all have been waiting for. Or not. Chatting up women at Bert's place!  Over the course of two nights I met three different women of varying shades of blonde, because of course I would when I presented as a handsome, charming, mature, casually well dressed man. So let's have a laugh at my expense, shall we? First, I got my wish at the block party and immediately met the confident, costumed woman from Halloween night. She brought over a cooler filled with corked bottles of margaritas made with Don Julio tequila, and while we sampled them I learned a few things about her.  Her costume was made on a budget (big plus), she's ex-military (where the self confidence comes from, plus), a caring mother for her preschool aged daughter (always a plus), estimated to be forty (not young enough to be my daughter, plus)... but then I discovered mid party via Bert that she's unhappily married. She has a husband that never leaves the house, and she may be lookin

  WHAT’S ON MY MIND I don’t have a hangover?  I partied the last two nights, and I felt perfectly fine the morning after both times. I have an interesting update from last night’s block party regarding the opposite sex, but that deserves a separate post in the near future. I also gained an alarming amount of weight this week from weight training and the aforementioned events. Ara ara! I drove Artoria and then Miku to Bert’s place on consecutive days, and now I’m firmly committed to this MINI Cooper throuple we’ve got going on. I love them for the varied driving experiences they provide me. WHAT I ATE I really, really enjoyed consuming copious amounts of the unholy trinity of added sugar, carbs, and fat the past two nights, further proof that Halloween can be just like the other holidays coming up. It’s a safe bet I’ll have a salad on Thanksgiving and use a tad more restraint on Christmas and New Year’s Eve. WHAT I BOUGHT 2” wide painters tape in black. It’s perfect to camouflage Miku’s

  Hey everyone, I just wanted to give you a heads up that I'm going to post my usual weekly update sometime Saturday evening. I visited Bert's place yesterday to give out candy and I had way too much fun. There was lots of wine and chocolate involved. I will also return to the scene of the crime in a few hours. Not only will I be decently fed and dressed, but I will reacquaint myself with a number of lovely neighbors I met last night. I'm hoping I'll run into one in particular.  We only met in passing but she made quite the impression on me. She's probably a decade younger, maybe a few inches shorter and cuddly. But none of that really matters and I'll tell y'all why. She accompanied her daughter for trick or treating, and I could tell she really put a lot of thought and effort into her own outfit. I won't say what she dressed up as, but I absolutely loved how she carried herself as if she was telling the whole world, "I'm just as good looking i

I’m glad there’s at least one of you who appreciated the short story I threw up for public consumption this week. I was a little nervous about laying bare some secrets I’ve harbored for years — even a few decades. Now that they’re out there, I feel pretty damn good about myself regardless of any perceived faults. I never claimed to be an angel, but I’ve never been the Antichrist. I’ve always been somewhere in the middle. Perhaps I’ve been an antihero all along?  *** I finished reading The Spare Room by Andrea Bartz and holy shit was that good. The writing briefly discouraged me, but then I remembered all non-self published books are edited roughly a dozen times by both the author and an editor before they see the light of day.  Andrea’s book also confirmed my suspicions that last year’s novel was too complex. Once I finish the book I’m about to write, I’d like to make some wholesale changes to the other one. I’m not giving up on it anytime soon. I’m just pressing the pause button for n

… Had A (Fictional) Meetup To Discuss A New Writing Project, Finale NOTE: Please read the two prior entries before you finish the finale or else none of it will make sense. — Robzilla. “You really need to get your shit together,” I lecture 25 year old me as if he’s my son.  “I know,” he sighs. The faraway looks in his eyes confirm my advice flowed from one end of his skull to the other unobstructed. “I’m serious,” I tell him with the urgency of a man that knows his future. “You need to find yourself a good paying job that you love and then do whatever it takes to excel at it. I guarantee that alone will help you focus on what really matters in life.” “And then what?” he sneers in defiance, as expected. “I’m still going to have my fun. Maybe even more of it.” Part of me wants to scream at him to use protection, but the truth is everyone sitting at this table has a loathe/hate relationship with condoms that I won’t go into. I do know that he will change his tune about relationships in ro

… Had A (Fictional) Meetup To Discuss A New Writing Project, Part II NOTE: Please read yesterday’s entry before this one or else this portion of the short story won’t make any sense. — Robzilla “So.”  30 year old me’s nonplussed attitude makes that one syllable word sound both like a question and a statement. I get him. He’s two years away from attempting to write his first novel, and if I remember correctly his go to reading material right now is all things NHL and NASCAR, not Nicholas Sparks or James Patterson. “It’s going to be a special book for all of us,” I state as I beckon them to lean in closer to spill the deets. “I want to write something based on some of our, ahem, romantic misadventures.” Their reactions tell me it will play to mixed reviews. A smirk appears on 25 year old me’s chiseled face before he bursts out laughing, so I know he’s down for a first draft. Then I notice the almost cherubic 30 year old me’s jaw slacken. He sits there and stares at us silently, as if his

… Had A (Fictional) Meetup To Discuss A New Writing Project, Part I NOTE: The following is a work of semi autobiographical fiction. -- Robzilla. I was more than a bit nervous as I took my seat at a circular table shrouded in violet mist. It’s been three decades since I’ve walked into one of these establishments, and I immediately feel out of place amongst the men and women young enough to be my kids. As Ratt’s “I Want A Woman” thunders in my soul, I turn my attention not to the exotic dancer soliciting lap dances at a nearby table but the pair of familiar men positioned at my ten and two. The three of us resemble the spokes on a steering wheel, which is fitting since we’re one and the same despite the age differences. “Don’t be shocked if it’s flat,” the younger, fitter of the pair growls as he slides a beer mug in front of me. I let his greeting slide since I know this version of me is deeply wounded. He’s 25 and already jaded by a failed engagement and an unfulfilled dream. I don’t f

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