City of Edgrr

Come read the latest part of my short story HERE!

Hey there, readers! Sooo, lately I’ve been considering investing in a good mountain bike for the summer. I’m a complete newbie to the sport so I was hoping to reach out to the WordPress community for some advice. 

I know mountain bikes can range quite a bit as far as price goes, and you usually get what you pay for. I was wondering if perhaps anyone had any suggestions as what would be a good bike to start with?

I’d like to have a decent bike; not something out of Walmart or Target that’ll break as soon as I put it on the dirt. I’m looking to spend anywhere from $400-$500 (I work retail, sadly). Ideally I’d like a bike that I can add on to and build upon as I progress in the sport.

I’ve been doing a bit of research on the internet here and there and I’ve found a few that are considered pretty good for beginners, but again, I’d like some outside opinions.

Bikes I’m looking at:

Trek 3 Series 3500 Disc ($479.99)

Specialized Hardrock 26 ($440.00)

GT Aggressor 1.0 ($439.00)

What do you guys think?

Hey everybody, I just uploaded the newest tid-bit of my story to my writing blog. You should all toats head over, read it, and tell me what you think. I’m always looking for constructive criticism so yeah :) If you want to read it just click the link below!

Colossus (Part IV)

So, just as I feared would happen, work has been getting in the way of my writing. 

I knew it was going to be hard to stick to my thousand words a day goal this week with me working more hours than usual. These last few days I’ve been working the morning/afternoon shifts and by the time I get home I just don’t have the mind for writing. I get home and, for instance, today, just go straight to bed. 

Another thing that I’m sure isn’t helping my current situation is the fact that I’ve decided to give up drinking coffee (I drink it by the gallon). I just stopped cold-turkey this past Monday which correlates with my writing slump. So yeah, hopefully once my body grows accustomed to life without caffeine, the words will start to flow again. 

Until then however, all I want to do is sleep. Good night!

The City of Edgrr (<—-click for adventure!)

So yesterday, the family received some pretty big news (I’m not entirely sure if I’m allowed to say yet so I won’t). It was something pretty big, sort of a big step in the path of life for one of our family members, and it got me thinking…

I was really happy, perhaps at the moment I couldn’t express exactly how happy I was for them but I was. It made me want to keep doing what I’m doing, keep struggling until I too attain that happiness that I saw in them.

I wake up sometimes feeling like I’ve had thousands of mornings just like the one I’m waking up to; and that I’ll have thousands more. I feel like I won’t go anywhere, like my dream is out of my reach. It’s on morning like those that I remember Paulo Coelho’s words from The Alchemist “the only thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve is the fear of failure”…and I feel better again.

The City of Edgrr <—-click for adventure.

Next time someone is looking for me or trying to get a hold of me, I’ll decide that I’m not anywhere to be found. Afterall, life is always nicer with a little suspense.

If I can keep up the pace for the next seven days I think I might be able to finish my short story Colossus. Which is a big deal lol I very seldom finish writing stories that I begin. 

If you’re curious about what story I’m talking about, here’s what I’ve got so far for it (Click links to read).

Colossus (Part I)

Colossus (Part II)

Colossus (Part III)

I liked my bathroom, it was quiet, warm, cozy, and the view out the window was nice. It’s because of those reasons that I was sometimes guilty of spending too much time in there. On this particular occasion, it was a warm Sunday morning, I had just finished my morning bathroom-routine and was ready to start the rest of my day.

“This is gonna be a good day” I thought to myself. I had slept well the previous night and my face showed no sign of the zombie mask that somehow found itself onto my face most mornings. I opened the bathroom door and saw one of the toddlers that my mom took care of standing next to the door, his hand over his boy-parts.

“I’m sorry I took so long” I said with a chuckle. I patted him on the head as I walked by and that’s when it happened. My bare feet touched something warm and wet on the floor. A tingle ran up from my legs, up my back all the way up to my head, bringing with it an unpleasant realization. I looked down and found myself standing in a pool of urine–human urine.

“Awww, Christ!” I yelled, but he did not appear to cleanse my piss-soaked feet. I looked at the kid and he looked back at me with a blank stare, his young mind not quite grasping the gravity of the situation. Thanks to him I would be forever scarred. Cursed to watch my step, fearing putting my foot in urine everywhere I went for the rest of my days.

I could have handled stepping in your typical kind of pee; dog, cat, ferret–you name it and I’d most likely stepped in it. Human pee though, that was different. The simple knowledge that it came out of another sentient being was just too much for me to handle.

Lesson learned.

It comes about when you’ve invested time into something…not like a few minutes or hours but years.

Spending years building something you think is going to last through the ages only to find out that it’s completely disposable—its existence hanging by a whim.

It still stands but it’s no longer solid in your mind…you stop thinking about how to build upon it and instead begin to devise ways to keep it from falling apart.