Looking back...and smiling

The trivial yet crucial question that comes up in someone's mind when they meet a new friend for the first time is this, "what will this person think about me when they are gone?". Granted, this eternal question may be presented in a plethora of fashions, but we all think about it in some sense or another. I learned tonight that the only way to truly generate a legitimate answer is to think about the question from another point of view. How did I see them as they left? In all honesty, I think we will all find that we were so concerned about our own safety and comfort level that we disregard the satisfaction of the other person. I was lucky enough to meet someone who made it really easy to be as corny, lame, and awkward as I would normally be while at the same time keeping me interested in everything they had to say. The moral of this story is this:

No matter how uncomfortable you may be around a new friend, if they are a person worth talking to, you will not hide behind your fear, insecurities, or inability to make eye contact(sorry about that, it's my 'thing'). And once the person has gone, don't think about the things you did wrong, think about the things they did right; the things that made you happy to have the conversation in the first place. Win Win.

The Anisette

So I’ve been boring lately, going to work then going home and going to bed. As a man who defines his life by the amount of mischief and compromising situations he can get himself into, I find this unacceptable. So, in an effort to expand the horizons of my writing repertoire and necessary exposure, I am getting a little staff going to contribute and move this blog thing to the next level. The current staff of the blog you are reading has purchased The Anisette domain and will be moving on to bigger and better things. In the near future the “Daily Daris” will become “The Anisette (theanisette.com)” and artistic contributions of any kind will be accepted to be posted on the site the next day. I am talking to the boys at Wrecking Ball promotions in Santa Cruz about getting some promo stuff together once the site is up. I am pretty excited about this and the time I have had to spend getting it going is partly responsible for my inability to supply you with delicious tidbits of poisonous literature. It will be back and going shortly.

Thanks for reading!!

Arabica(L)

Turns out 2 cups of coffee and two shots of espresso is a bit much for a person of my naturally energetic disposition. So far I've made a string cheese last 45 minutes while successfully re-organizing my entire iTunes folder, washing the telephone headset in my office, changing out my picture frames with newer (hotter) female celebrities, and coloring all of the blue states on my political calendar red(and vise versa).



To sum it up, I feel as if my heart may erupt from my chest cavity, land on my desk, and challenge me to a dance off.

On Being Home

Great time in Chico this weekend. I got to see my boys and my girls and the cat that only a person with a sense of humor could love. I have to start by saying I am sorry to those of you who I was supposed to spend time with and flaked on. I know I am an asshole for missing out on times and the only way for me to even begin to make it up to you is by saying I'm sorry and promise to see you again in the near future. Eli, grand fiesta bitch. Much love. Katie, I miss you more than you know and I hope to see you soon. Jeff and Kylie, congrats on the graduations and welcome to the working class. It's shitty. Cory Lee, you look like your ten years old and it makes me smile. Don't ever grow old Peter Pan. Jen Hall, I finally got to meet you and I must say that your butt is the 8th wonder of the world...and Aca Taco at 2:30 in the morning is the only way to eat a burrito. I think I've got what I need to complete the story of my life (up until now) from this weekend...time to get this written.

I love you all and I'll get back at you shortly.

Two Girls. One Thought.

Sometimes a man can't really know what he is talking about until a women tells him it's actually relevant to the situation at hand.  I have come to know two girls in my life that make me feel like a Muppet Baby struggling through  an episode of Jeopardy.  Though their opinions may seem like mindless babble at the time; later their thoughts turn out to be the pot of gold at the end of the jumbled rainbow.  Sitting in an office chair in front of her bedroom desk, Kay tells me, "Sometimes you aren't yourself, and it pisses me off.  But sometimes you are yourself, and even though you may be acting stupid, I believe that it's you, and it makes me smile."  Anne sits to my right and concentrates on our conversation about younger women dating older men and chimes in every fifteen minutes.  One unrelated diamond includes, "I don't want to smoke cigarettes because we have to smoke outside. There's no heater outside...it's cold outside, so I'm not smoking."  I never thought Mother Nature could have a positive impact on personal health; other than the insertion of vitamin D into the community.  

In conclusion, around my girls, my guard falls, my mind opens, and no matter what the topic, I know that all of my arguments will be enlightened by the shining light of two women with experiences and insight that can only come with estrogen and gumption.

One Pissy Mother

I am going to Chico today at 5pm. The excitement inside me right now can only be described using intense hand motions and flamboyant vocal stimulation. So, being that there is no way for me to physically express my excitement, I'll move on.

If you have ever been to Nevada (for an extended period of time) you know that if you don't like the current weather, wait ten minutes and it will more than likely change. I must tell you that if you think the weather in your area is fickle, you have no idea what you are talking about (unless you live in the bible belt in which case you win. But being that I don't know anyone living in the bible belt...). On Monday and Tuesday it was hotter than 3 Brazilian models fighting over which football game to watch. 95 degrees all day long. Then Wednesday rolls in with Mother Nature hitting her menses and going straight for the box of chocolate; hot, cold, hot, cold. Make up your frickin' mind MN, can't we just have some consistency this weekend, for me. I have a 4 hour drive ahead of me and far too much fun stuff to do to be hindered by a storm that finds it necessary to wreak havoc on us all. So this is me, Daris, asking you, stupid bitch of nature, take some Midol and call it a day. Please.

On a lighter note, the season finales of these dramatic crime dramas have been a blasty blast. The first one I watched was the NCIS finale which rocked my socks off. If you are a fan of NCIS hit me up and we'll discuss our thoughts. I'm pretty much a gay sailor when it comes to that show, I Tivo that shit and watch it again right after the initial airing ends. It's bad. Last night was Criminal Minds and CSI:NY, both of which were, eh, so-so.

So anyway, that's me this morning, I hope you are doing well, and if not, just know that at least your day isn't going as bad as Mother Nature's.

The Greatest Talk Show of All Time. Period.

When I get home and see the pillow on my bed, the only thing I can think to myself is...I have to eat it.


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