I'm Tired

For reason's of my exhaustion just check previous posts. New photo's coming soon.

cue music for Imaginary boy

i am, i am, i am Superman/ and i can do anything.

Nicholas Finn, Day 1

Recommended listening: First Day of my Life by Bright Eyes.

No that's not me holding him it's one of his grandaddy's.

Unfuckingbelievable

USA - 2 Spain - 0

Did we just beat the #1 team in the world and snap their 35 match unbeaten streak? Yes we fucking did. I said it before and i'll say it again "You gotta fucking believe man", if they boys can learn something from this and play with the heart and desire like they've shown the last 2 matches we could become a team to reckon with, the final on Sunday will say alot, we'll be tired and underdogs most likely but you gotta believe, this bodes well for next year at the World Cup, maybe we like playing in South Africa either way huge fucking win.

Happy Father's Day/Liam Gallagher's a knob

I'd like to wish my dad and all dad's a happy father's day, Pops as he is affectionately known is a prince among men, taught me most of what i know about being a decent human being and everything i know about being a dad, if i end up half as good as he was as parent i'll be doing fucking great, better yet the old man doesn't have the internet so he'll never read this, in fact he has a computer from 1990 or so, a fucking relic that he keeps just because i think he gets a kick out of it...

Which brings me to Liam G., who once gave an interview about how only dipshit's call themselves dad's and how he was only a bloke who had kids, i partly agree with Liam about that, i am just a bloke who has imaginary kids and since that time i've tried it curb my more harmful habits mainly involving class A's, though the cigs still seem to hang on even though i don't really smoke on a regular basis, it's just that some of us "dad's" actually try and take an active role in our kid's lives while other guys are really just sperm donors who like to talk about how they have a kid who they don't see or really care about and then you find out that said bloke gets his kid on the weekend but here he sits at the bar on a Saturday night mainly giving us "dad's" who sit up all night with a their sick kid or wake up each night to feed their baby a bad rap, so fuck you Liam, i'm not rich and can't afford a nanny so i gotta do the shit myself and though i'm a rather unconventional dad by dad standards i still get the job done somehow and usually by accident then i stand back and watch the I-Mac or Nicky Finn and say "shit, how'd i do that" but we all seem to be okay and the other day Imaginary Boy did a ripping version of Ace of Spades on a toy guitar complete with rock star posturing and Hendrix moves in his Elmo underwear, if i knew how to work a video camera you'd be watching footage right now...

Besides, if it wasn't for Noel little brother would be bagging the groceries at the local Sainsbury's... needless to say this post is quite incoherent but the lack of sleep due to the arrival of Nicky Finn is the most fun i've had since acid, things tend to get very surreal and i find myself passing out for short intervals and going very Ziggy Stardust/time travel sorta feeling all while little Nick eats/sleeps/shits/pukes his way through the early days of life staring at me and wondering what the fuck he's gotten himself into. Poor kid.

Nicky Finn Guaranteed this Victory

I'm from Cleveland. As previously posted we've won nothing in the last 45 years as far as sports championships go so not once in my life have i got to party like it's 1999 except maybe New Years 2006 due to the Limey/Spanish factor and since i now live in the beautiful city of Pittsburgh, rival city of Cleveland it's a bit rough, my genetic code won't let me be a Stiller fan, i've hated the Pirates since i was a kid for no other reason than they're from Pittsburgh, don't ask why i moved here, most likely cuz i'm a masochist,i love and won't leave the rust belt, i won't even tell you what i can do with a shoelace and my nut sack or how i once rammed a safety pin through my nipple or how many times i pierced said nut sack so i knew for a fact that when the Penguins, the one Pittsburgh team i do love and can embrace mainly due to the fact Cleveland has no NHL hockey team, got to game 7 against Detroit and their message board bitches, they were guaranteed to win. Why? cuz little Nicky Finn was just over a week old which would prevent me from going to a pub or party to watch the game thus preventing me from standing on some main thoroughfare of Pittsburgh most likely exposing myself in sheer ecstasy for a team i love winning a championship. I watched the game at home alone while the girl snored on the couch and little Nicky Finn squeaked away in his crib and big brother hugged a stuffed hippo upstairs, when the horn sounded the Penguins had won a 2-1 thriller i smiled and watched the kids of the city run wild in the streets in celebration and realized i was exactly where i wanted to be, content to be on my couch, content to watch Max Talbot become an unlikely hero and score both goals, a working class player for a working class city, content to eat a bowl of Crunch Berries while listening to the fireworks while standing on my front porch. One of the best friday nights i've had in years. Thanks to those hard working kids called the Penguins, let's do it again next year cuz next year i'm growing a play-off beard, fuck yeah.

Six-Four -O-Nine

Imaginary boy #2 came bouncing along at 8:06am on said date and let me tell you he's fucking gorgeous, i mean if i was a horse my stud fees would be exorbitant to say the least becasue i tend to produce beautiful fucking offspring, of course i may be biased but i'll let the general public decide as soon as i can get a picture posted that is, Nicholas Finn, last name withheld to protect his superhero dad's identity, weighed in at 8lbs 5oz. and was 20 and 3/4 inches long, as of this writing mom and boy are doing well and dad is fucking tired, the best tired i've been since imaginary boy#1.