tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78639225261620403152024-03-13T10:31:44.399-07:00The Flying GuyA Superhero For the Real WorldTim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-25404845176723910102008-06-22T18:10:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:35:47.407-07:00Day 366, My HouseIt's been a year now since my first post on this blog, and this is my hundredth post. Unbe-frikkin-lievable. Hell, I'm still shocked there was a post two. This calls for a celebration. It's time to dance.See, I think this is what people think of when they think of superheroes. They can make us look like anything, but it's not true. I think the idea of heroism has become a caricature, with Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-66151300984204208872008-06-14T12:38:00.001-07:002008-06-14T12:45:31.681-07:00Dude Totally Stole My StyleAs I see the posters going up around town for this brand-spanking new Hollywood film with a major movie star (which is totally going to suck), I can't help but wonder where my royalty check is. Okay, so maybe I'm not as well known as some of the other super heroes, your Batmans and Hulks and everything, but I know about likeness rights from a little movie called Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-61501275313084586332008-06-09T01:06:00.001-07:002008-06-09T01:23:14.387-07:00Damsel In DistressA strange thing happened to me this afternoon. I was waking down the street, and some car was stuck at the intersection, uselessly revving away. I could smell the engine trouble half way down the block. I went closer to find a cute brunette behind the wheel, confused as hell, so naturally, I intervened. "Put it in neutral, and I'll push," I said, yet every time I got behind the bumper, she Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-75360347308614032852008-05-27T14:02:00.000-07:002008-05-27T14:02:00.471-07:00I Lost My PhoneI think if fell out of my pocket when I was flying. It's under warranty, so they're supposed to send me a new one, but I had a hell of a time trying to call them without a phone. I don't know any of my neighbors, and I didn't want to use any of their phones. There's no freaking pay phones any more. Finally, I found a public phone in the lobby of a big hotel downtown. I spent twenty minutes Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-62323162939876589912008-05-25T17:16:00.000-07:002008-05-25T17:58:37.402-07:00Rough Winds Do Shake the Darling Buds of MayAnd summer's lease has all too short a date.New blossoms are opening in my "garden" every day now. It's so gratifying, but look how the old ones are already starting to wither. I guess that's how it goes.These plants give me hope. The fact that they were so dead when I started taking care of them, and now they're starting to thrive again means there might be hope for me too. Things can change. Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-85722267808418964172008-05-13T15:04:00.000-07:002008-05-13T15:20:45.090-07:00I'm Responsible For ThisI just spent part of the afternoon pruning. PRUNING. I've never been responsible for another life, ever. I never even had a Tamagotchi when they were popular. A friend made me take care of his for the weekend, and it died because I never fed it. Now I'm watering plants, getting rid of the dead leaves or whatever. It may not seem like much to you, but look at them. They're alive. They have flower Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-22971167951979837192008-05-08T15:10:00.001-07:002008-06-09T01:55:11.087-07:00All About the BenjaminsI remember reading the Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin a long time ago for school. I had friends at the time who were so envious of that guy, how much he accomplished in his life. When he was young, he wrote a list of everything he did, all the habits about himself that he didn't like. I don't remember what they were, swearing and stuff. Then he carried little notebooks with him for the rest Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-55053764204291924552008-05-07T11:22:00.002-07:002008-05-07T11:41:18.127-07:00I Want MoreIt's no good. It took me days to burn through that first stogie. I applauded myself for my self-control, kept putting it out when I felt I'd had enough. Then I bought another one. What am I? I woke up this morning and started drinking. Am I back to my old habits? They're so good. I enjoy them. Is it wrong to be happy?I wasn't going to smoke this other cigar, or smoke it slow like the last one. Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-87888634418408758822008-05-05T21:03:00.000-07:002008-05-05T20:31:09.920-07:00Happy Cinco de MayoTake it, V...Okay, my turn:Remember, remember the fifth of... MayoThe shots of tequila with beerI know of no reason why the cinco of MayoShould ever be in arrearsYou've been warned.Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-41086177774623841762008-05-05T12:45:00.000-07:002008-05-05T14:06:46.167-07:00Green ThumbThere's three plants outside my window, two real, one plastic. I've been ignoring them since I moved here. I figured they belonged to whoever lived here before and they'd basically left them there to die (except the plastic one). Needless to say, they're not doing too well, but today, for the first time, I watered them.I don't know if they're gonna make it, but I was reminded of a scene from someTim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-83845589272380954602008-05-04T18:04:00.000-07:002008-05-25T18:01:33.464-07:00Now the Time Is Here For Iron Man to Spread FearWent to see Iron Man today. I was really looking forward to it, but I thought it would be more like my life, and it wasn't. In the movie, Tony Starck is a millionaire playboy who's captured by terrorists and finds new purpose in his life. He works night and day to right wrongs and stuff. I liked the millionaire part, living in the cool mansion with lots of futuristic stuff, but then it lost Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-28162736574019786952008-05-03T11:29:00.000-07:002008-05-03T11:47:02.316-07:00Sometimes a Cigar Is Just a CigarThe dedication I used to have to drinking and smoking seem to have gone away. I still enjoy them, but I don't need them all the time. In fact, most of the bottle and some of the cigar are still sitting next to me. I thought the time apart would make me binge, but I just didn't feel the need.I do feel different, though, now that they're back. I'm more relaxed, more comfortable in my own skin. The Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-8292341391077843072008-05-01T20:13:00.000-07:002008-05-01T20:33:56.693-07:00You've Earned It, KidThere they are, my reward for a job well done. I feel like I've earned them, that I owe them to myself, but do I really want to start again? If I just do these things, will I be able to stop? I remember the day I poured the last of my vodka down the sink. It's hard to be without these things, but I'm really trying this time."If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weigh you down and Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-48259133569990386512008-04-30T11:50:00.000-07:002008-04-30T11:50:00.930-07:00One More DayWhen I quit vices for the month of April, I didn't think I was gonna make it. Once a failure, always a failure, I figured. Somehow, I stuck with it. I've been through the withdrawal and come out the other side. I'm thinking clearer than I can remember, and I actually feel okay without smoking and liquor. My power is stronger, too. I don't worry so much about falling. I don't think about it, just Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-57754269959654818952008-04-29T22:20:00.000-07:002008-04-29T23:59:17.396-07:00Will It Be Like the The Office TV Show?I'm getting a job. The more I think about it, the more I figure there must have been something to what my parents were trying to teach me with that work crap. So, to that end, I made an appointment this afternoon and had an interview at a temp agency. I had to fill out these forms, but the strange thing was that I actually remembered the last name of one my old bosses, Wylie. I don't know how it Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-3445933286183996702008-04-25T02:10:00.001-07:002008-04-25T02:17:39.218-07:00Here, Hold ThisI was out tonight, wandering around town, and I started talking to this homeless guy named Rodney. He was really friendly and kind of drunk. He kept talking about how God wasn't going to pay rent, how you had to earn it. He talked about how you have to love yourself. He talked about how he loved everyone, no matter what color they were. He went on and on about what he'd learned and what was Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-36227307100733826932008-04-20T23:48:00.000-07:002008-04-24T19:29:35.137-07:00Moving In For RealI've been moving furniture all day, setting down a little bit of roots. Who knows how long I'm gonna stay here, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna live like a squatter while I make up my mind.I'm starting to see things differently, starting to see solutions to problems I used to have in my life. They're still vague, and I wouldn't know what to do with solutions to old problems if I had them, but I Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-45420572206326515932008-04-15T21:07:00.000-07:002008-04-15T21:43:03.153-07:00Smoke Free Week 3They say the physical addiction goes away after a couple weeks. I guess that's true. All the ups and downs I kept feeling during the times of day I used to smoke have leveled off. Now I just crave them equally all the time. Whenever I see someone smoking, I either want to be them or I want to punch them and run away. It's a strange feeling.Now my strongest high and low are when I eat too much Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-58901797606457170662008-04-10T17:16:00.000-07:002008-04-29T23:20:22.464-07:00Words on PaperWithout any form of intoxication, I've completely run out of things to occupy myself, so much so that I actually started reading a book. I think it's the only book I own at this point. I brought it with me from the mansion because it's the only thing I can remember ever getting from my grandfather, my dad's dad. It's his copy of Don Quixote.I never figured I needed to read the book because I saw Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-17410028933009001592008-04-06T15:44:00.000-07:002008-04-11T16:05:51.033-07:00This Gum SucksAnd whoever suggested holding a toothpick in your mouth as a substitute for cigarettes was smoking something totally different. I'm going crazy. I can't stop thinking about what I'm not doing. I found a pen cap I can breathe through. If I really concentrate, I can imagine it's pumping that sweet, sweet smoke into my lungs. I'm sure I look absurd with it hanging off my lips all day.Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-61915001862267520552008-04-03T09:59:00.000-07:002008-04-10T16:12:49.084-07:00Long Lost MemoriesI'm so bored. I had no idea how much time alcohol was taking out of my day, but if it hadn't been for all this consciousness, I might never have rediscovered something from my childhood. I used to watch this show when I was a kid, loved it, haven't thought about it in years. Now I find it on youtube. It's like a sitcom version of Ferris Bueller that was better than the sitcom of Ferris Bueller. Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-85193951743682835192008-04-01T15:53:00.000-07:002008-04-12T09:23:15.813-07:00I QuitNo more smoking, as of today. I was gonna say no more drinking, but I did some research, and the internet said if you quit drinking too fast, you get delirium tremens, so I'll keep some beer around, but everything else is out.I shall quit these things for the month of April. If I start again after that, I've still proven something to myself. Even if the change is temporary, it's possible. Fake itTim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-90733134666339312922008-03-21T11:40:00.000-07:002008-04-10T15:15:35.011-07:00Walk Upon the Edge of No Escape and LaughMy stuff is still in boxes. I've been too depressed to move in all the way. Once again, I've wiped the past clean and I'm standing at the crossroads.One way, I live my life the way it's been, trying to get out of everything that comes along and taking anything I can get away with. The other way, I start saying yes to things and see what happens. I tried this once before, and it worked out pretty Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-66730769900855292292008-03-20T06:57:00.000-07:002008-04-07T07:15:21.359-07:00Liiiiight WellThere's some thin rays of hope coming down into my little apartment. My new bedroom is on the building's light well. I can climb out my window and stand there. I imagine flying up to the little patch of sky I can see above me, but there's all these windows on the way. If someone sees me, I might blow my secret identity.Yeah, I'm DISGUISED as the piece of shit who stands in the light well, smokingTim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7863922526162040315.post-75367912290817080532008-03-16T09:40:00.000-07:002008-04-07T06:12:40.901-07:00Coffee of a Coffee of a CoffeeHaven't been able to sleep since I got here. I hate this place. I'm sleepy, but I still toss all night, and since I have nothing to do when I get up, I don't have any reason to be awake ever. I wish I could sleep all the time.I got up about an hour ago and started drinking cup after cup of coffee. Reverse psychology. I reached for the phone, but there was nobody calling.Ten seconds later, the Tim Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114422306052805444noreply@blogger.com0