Why This You Ask?

I think I missed the blog phase in america by about 2 years. There is no way these are still popular right? Well, I think this is a good outlet to share my stories, movie reviews, and information about how you should live your life. Thats right people, Im going to tell you how to live right! Thats not actually true, but if you boil down the name of this here blog you will see it is about my catharsis.

If you didnt know I am living by myself sunday through thursday night... wait a minute. This damn thing doesnt have auto correct! Well you guys are screwed, I just realized that you are going to have to decipher my crazy spelling and grammar errors. Sucks to be you. Back to it.

I started a new job and I live out in beautiful Decorah, IA for most of the week, and then commute home on the weekends to DeKalb to be with my family. Even though I am a very outgoing person, people can only stand to talk to me on the phone so long, and I think you all know my humor derives from my presence. I also thought about just walking up to a stranger and staring off on a story what happend the other day, but this town only has 8k people in it and half of them already know me as the guy who got pulled over on his BIKE by the cops. So allas here I am.

The name you ask? Well my BFF, thats right I used BFF, Jack named me the mountain climbing terrorist when I came to visit him in Alaska a couple years ago. It was like 50 and raining the entire time so I rocked out the shemagh around my neck, 20 billion people cant be wrong. I kept getting strange looks, but I usually get that so it didnt occur to me that my attire might make people nervous. Part B of the story goes... jack and I set out to hike this bitch of a mtn called Mt. Ptarmigan. It is a 6000+ ft craggy SOB that is unbeliveable cool and not climbed by many people. Short story goes 60mph wind, rain, snow, near moose attack, 10 hrs later we are heading back to the car coming within about 100 ft from the top. We got turned around by the ice forming on the rocks and no climbing gear to decend once we summited. I was exhauseted but detirmined not to stop along the 3.5 mile valley trek back to the car. Jack and I didnt even talk on the way back and thats because, when I turned around I realized I had left him 1/2mile back in my Batan Death March back to sanctuary. When he got there, he was laughing. He was like, "geeze Osama, its like you grew up in the mountains!" "I stopped trying to keep up with you like 30 minutes ago, you just couldnt be stopped!" Hence the PC name I received.

My stories wont all be funny, but my movie reviews will be accurate, and correct. You hear that Brian, you movie hating bastard!

So welcome all to my 21 century diary, I mean blog.