Moderation

I've always had an aversion to adding moderation to blogging. In my humble (and worthless) opinion, if you're going to post on a public forum then you deserve to have anyone comment. If you don't like what someone has to say, no matter how mean or argumentative it may be, then you shouldn't have a public blog. Again, just my opinion.

The one exception is spambots. It's the ugliest side of blogging and the Internet overall. And now that I think about it, I guess that's not an exception since they aren't real people.

That said, lately the spam has been hitting ELEVEN pretty hard, to the tune of fifty to sixty spam comments a day. So much to my shagrin, I've had to add word-verification to comments. Sorry folks, I'm just tired of deleting insane amount of spam bs.

The old days

Feeling a bit reminiscent this morning. I had a dream last night that my friend Grant and I were going through rows of classic vehicles at a car show. I woke up with a smile on my face which morphed into missing friends, home, my old life, and more. This new life I have is completely awesome and I couldn't be happier, but some days like today I just want to call up some friends and drive a few minutes to visit them. I want to hang out with a beer or pipe in hand, talking about our lives, catching up on the mere days it had been since our last visit. Catching a concert, having breakfast, sitting around a campfire, and so many other good memories.

Sometimes I wish life would just freaking slow down and let me drink in the love and companionship of a single moment with a good friend. I have often been accused, rightly so, of being too stuck in the past. There are a lot of things, a lot of years, a lot of experiences that ring so deeply in my heart that they literally bring tears to my eyes. I want to work with my Dad in the shop behind the house where I grew up. I want to watch a thunderstorm in a cabin in Hocking Hills with my friend Mike. I want to dance like a crazy person at a Jamaican party with my soul sister Jess. I want to share a secret smile with Alli about at our hidden relationship at the bank. I want to walk through canal ruins with my long-gone friend Brad.

Why do we have to grow up? Why do we have to, "move on"? Why can't we freeze time and just live in a moment? Life is just too damn short, that's for sure.

Who knows?!

I have a gajillion thoughts and post topics rolling around in my head. But instead of trying to perfect one post I thought I'd just start writing and see where it takes me. Even as I type this sentence I don't know what that will be. 

I got a beater 4x4 pickup truck a month or so ago. Up until today it was uninspected, unlicensed, and uninsured. I might as well have just got a moonshine still while I was at it.

I posted my first couple videos on YouTube three weeks ago. They were both of some horrible flooding at my house. According to locals, it was one of the worst storms this area has seen in a long time.

Three day weekend is ahead. YAY!!!

I have a friend going through some major shit in his life right now. I have a thousand things I want to say to him and none of them come out the way I want. I could use some prayer to be understanding and supportive and he could use some prayer too.

Alli and I plan on hiking all three days of our long weekend.

I could use a beer right now.

Alli and I are trying out being vegetarian. Dang, that woman is a good cook even without using meat.

I've lost sixteen pounds since January first.

We went on our first date with a couple we met a few months ago. It is a really cool thing to be reaching out of our comfort zone and meeting new people.

I just had a spider crawling on my neck.

I have an urge to do laundry.

I want to write more.

And that is all I have tonight.