Hello old friend.  It has been awhile.  I'm not sure if I have anything to say at the moment, or in the immediate future but it's comforting to know you're still here, waiting.

Bloggy, bloggy, bloggy.

Wow, has Facebook killed blogging? Really hard to believe I haven't posted anything on here in such a long time.

Facebook is nice for keeping in touch, but it feels that anything beyond a status update gets lost in the ocean. There is simply too much information, and the message gets lost.

Perhaps, I should return here, to my quiet little corner of the blogosphere.

The Dark Mod: Ingame Video

So, you wanna buy a shirt?

We have Intoxicado T-Shirts for sale. To get one, contact csbbookings@hotmail.com

$15 + S/H

Mens medium and large available
Ladies available soon.

Testing out some neat stuff.

Testing some stuff out. I'm using a blog editor that is an Addon for firefox. Seems to be pretty sweet so far. Test. Perhaps I will write more often now.

Been awhile

Things have been going well. I'm so very thankful for the good fortune that has come my way in the months since my Dad passed away. It was eight months on the 11th. I really can't believe how quickly time has gone by.

I've been extremely fortunate and I will do my very best to carry on with what has been granted to me since January.

Opening for Aerosmith, recording a single for the "Well Oiled" compilation CD, working from home as a graphic designer...these are all dreamlike things. I'm so eternally thankful for the good fortune, and I do not take it for granted. I'm not the type to be superstitious, but if I were...I would say that my Dad is looking out for me and sending these gifts my way. I'm happy to be observant enough to have accepted them.

I really didn't see myself being where I am today eight months ago. As the summer goes by, I have little flashes of last summer. My Dad would call me every day to see how things were going, I miss that. I took him to the hospital for his transfusions once or twice and then we had lunch together...nothing fancy, just Wendy's...and I'm missing that too. In the early part of the summer last year, I drove him to the bank so he could withdraw the money to pay for his pre-planned funeral expenses. I remember talking to him, watching him doing this and wondering how he must feel...wondering what he must have been thinking.

Well, that's in the past now. I tried my best to grow up and be a better son. I only hope that I did. It's strange how these memories come flooding back sometimes...especially the last two nights he was alive. I can still hear him gasping for breath on the night I stayed over night with him in the hospital, he was so scared...looking back on it, I don't think I even realized how scared he must have been...or what he must have been going through. What panic and fear he must have felt. I've lost my breath a few times due to asthma when I was younger, but I'm sure it was nothing like what he felt.

Then I remember the next night, he was unconscious...I went home to sleep...and the next morning, I watched him die. I watched him die. It's almost like it still isn't truly registering...I can type the words, and I can see his face in those last moments...but it seems so unreal, despite the fact that I saw it happen. I held his hand and we stared at each other, eye to eye, and he left. It's just so easy to leave this world sometimes...we're so fragile. I can't go back in time and experience him again. I just have all these shadows of memories, where I can hear and see him alive again.

I don't know. I'm tired. It's late and I'm rambling. I should probably write here more often. I think there is still a lot on my mind.

Take care all.

Vote for Intoxicado, to open for Aerosmith!

The new band that I sing with, Intoxicado, has made the short list of bands to open for Aerosmith in July. Here are some samples, and here is where you vote.

www.magic93.pe.ca

You can vote more than once a day, so go back often.