Thursday, March 25, 2010


It's nearing the Second trimester.

Had a bit of scare yesterday, but it seems that everything has sorted itself out.  Our family group counseling is going pretty well, learning some new techniques that have helped us remain calmer during our arguments and the like.  It's a bit bulky to use and ackward to accomplish, but we get it done somehow.  Had two near blow-out, knockdown, drag-outs that day, funny enough.

We have ultrasound pics finally.

Still not sure if we want to know the sex of the child.

Lately, we been starting the discussion about "religion" and "baptism."  Anybody who knows me will confess that I'm not a very "religious" person, hell, I have a near down-right loath for organized preach-y-ness.  My side: I'm in favor of not baptizing the child.  If he or she finds the power of faith, then by all means, they can be baptized at his or her choosing, in whatever sect he or she desires.  I won't discourgae or encourage from that happening.  This probably won't go down well in my family.

Speaking of, finally told nearly everybody.  Everybody seems to be pretty happy with thier new great- prefix to thier titles.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Religion doodles

So I got well not bored in philosophy of religion class but confused again. This appears to be a common theme. Though instead of going gah and being annoyed I just wrote down words or phrases said in class, trying to make some sense of it all. The person next to me thought it funny so I decided to put it up here.

Pessimistic stoic
This is just a contradiction
Now making less sense then ever
Punishment & Judgement fill our empty heads
Human problems, trying to confront them a tenuous grasp

Eternally loved
We don't see it
Your real being has to be laughing
This experiments poorly designed
changing variable definitions
Clinging to an illusion
Questioning moves within an infinite loop.
What do we know we we concern ourselves with material things?


Rejection, you want an objection
I just want an answer to the question

As I walk around in my head the dreaming takes hold
Waiting for the house of cards to fold
Depends upon the clock
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

Doubting eloquence
A misspoke stutter
Is that a flutter?
Friends for all seasons?

They hit rock bottom and keep on digging
Since no one can see their reasons
Distrust, Hope, Wisdom
The cynics manifesto
Bult on the back of the naive's bible
Finite and firm, conviction absolute
The statue in the sun resolute

Friends come and go fleeting in the shadow
Yet one stays, who never runs away
Implaccable and tenacious
He will carry us when we drop
Theres footprints all around us.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Johnny Rumble:
The Firm

It had been two months since my indoctrination. Two months since the Greensea-Pilgrims game that decided who would be going to the Cup final. And today was the final. The very last game of the Amero Cup tournament. Somebody was going home with silverware in their cabinet.

“Johnny! You ready yet? We’re fuckin waiting on you!”

I tightened the laces on my boot and tied them down. I flexed my calf muscle and it barely moved. Perfect tightness. I rubbed the toe with my sleeve to polish it slightly, snapped the sheath closed, and looked at the open door. I’m probably going to have to polish them again this week. I latched the door to Paul’s apartment and the stairs did their usual creaking under me. The storeroom had a flat of water bottles, and pulled apart the packaging to grab a couple. I knew that it was going to be a very long day.

Waking up at four fucking thirty in the morning always means just that.

The air still had that morning chill, even with the sun starting to peak over the horizon. I pulled the zipper on my hoodie all the way to the top and leapt into the back of Danny’s Suburban. He still had glass shards in the cargo area from when I accidentally kicked the ball through his back window. The rest of the guys were still groggy themselves, and Juan had his head back snoring.

“Glad you could make it Johnny,” Paul mumbled.

“Anything I can do to help.”

It was still cold when we stopped at the Flying J outside of Kenly. None of us had eaten breakfast yet, so while the rest were outside stretching their legs, I got us the corner booth in the Country Market. The only problem I was having was deciding between the Steak Benedict and the Big 3 Combo. Fake hollandaise or pancakes… fake hollandaise or pancakes… fake hollandaise or…

“Good morning hon’. What can I get for you?”

I had to stifle a yawn to speak, “Coffee, please. Lots of it.”

“Waiting on more people, or are you ready to order?”


“Coffee coming right up.”

Fake hollandaise or pancakes… fake hollandaise or pancakes…
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Johnny Rumble

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Johnny Rumble:
The Fall

It's finished.  After nearly, what, four years of working on it, I'm calling it done.  Finito.  I'm going to move on with the rest of Johnny-verse.

"Jonathan Lewis, stand and hear the verdict." I stood and waited. "It is the verdict of this court," The judge paused. Dramatic fucking effect, I thought to myself. "On the charge of academic misconduct..." Another pause. I wanted to scream out, Just read it you twat! I bit my tongue instead. "Guilty. The sentence of immediate expulsion carries. This tribunal is finished." The gavel rapped and in a swirl of tacky black cloth, the University judge left the room.

So that was that. My college career was over. Fortunately for me, the District Attorney had dropped charges due to lack of evidence. But that didn’t stop the President from trying his hand at justice. One guilty verdict and I was kicked out of the University of Mary Washington. Out of every university for that matter. Nobody was going to accept an expelled Eagle-head. That thought alone made me want to find the cardboard in a case of beer. I shuffled out of the courtroom and into the early morning sunlight. Stopping and lifting my head skyward, I felt the summer breeze on my face.

Fuck, now I want to get really plastered. Placing one booted foot in front of the other, I started back to my dorm. I had to figure out what to do now. This is great. I have no real job, hell, no job anymore, just about three months worth of cash, and I somehow have to break the news to my parents. Brilliant. I passed the cafeteria, and let my nose do a little detective work. Somebody burned another roast. Yuck. I looked at Arrington Hall across the courtyard and sighed heavily. Yanking open the door to the lobby, I walked over to the elevators and punched the button. The polished doors slid open nearly noiselessly, and I walked in. "Yeah, what would my parents say about me getting kicked out?" speaking into thin air, "Probably disown me or tell me to join the army. Fuck." I spit on the elevator floor and settled into the corner, thumbs hooked in the belt loops, waiting for the doors to close. I got lost in my thoughts.

Or at least I would have, if not for her.

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With Regards,

Johnny Rumble

Monday, March 08, 2010

Johnny Rumble:
Now That I've Done It...

...I must say that putting Veet on areas that are central to procreation, clean.

I'm going to have to do this again soon,

Johnny Rumble

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Johnny Rumble:

Ask anybody what Johnny Rumble's favorite drink is and they'll tell you "alcohol."  Completely straight faced and without a hint of joking.  This is true.

So I make Limoncello and homemade Southern Comfort.  Real SoCo.  Not that store bought bourbon piss-water.  It's good stuff.  Both are.

I'm genuinely excited about this.  I almost can't wait for them to finish so I can indulge in my favorite drink.  Booze.


Johnny Rumble