Posts Tagged ‘Vacation’


It’s been a good run so far with FFI, and although we have a few slow-downs recently, we’re still growing every day.

Rainy Lake - August 2011-13

Rainy Lake - August 2011-13 (Photo credit: fabfotophotography)

If you are a reader of one little blog, casual or otherwise, you most likely won’t understand the title of this entry, and that’s a-ok. If you’re an author, most likely you won’t either, but you should and shame on you.

This date, August 13 2011, was when over one-thousand collective brains got to see the beauty that is Fisch Fail Inc. It was also the day that I noticed our blog was becoming something of a big deal. Honestly until that point I mostly blogged for no one, except for maybe myself and Mr. Fail, but afterward I began doing it for a lil ones… I mean the readers.

Seriously though; you guys have gotten us to new heights, and for that I am thankful.

A lot of crap has gone down recently (more on that later) so the blog has gotten somewhat neglected as of late, but hopefully that will change and more posts will be on their way.

Here’s to getting 1000000 views before the end of the year!


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Fisch Fail, INC, is still a baby, still growing, still something…infant

If we were a human baby, we would be learning to speak, and maybe eat something that didn’t have the consistency of baby food. But fuck, we’ve already moved on to tacos and alcohol… Says something about us!

Anyway, yesterday we hit a random milestone… 20,000 views (and damnit, I was going to make sure I got to make this announcement!).

So, it took us nearly a year and a half to get our first 10,000… It took us 6 months, to get our second.

Lets try and beat that record (for us) even quicker.

Tell everyone about FFI, let’s do it!

 

 

 


 
fishing rods
Image by jamestee via Flickr

Diving Into Fantasy

 

I want to feel the saline breeze from a seaside shore…

To wake up every day…

…in a manor, in a shack… it doesn’t matter…

…to the sound of waves kissing the eroding stone.

I want to get out of bed and embrace the ocean.

A sip of fresh tea to heighten my senses.

Then…

To pick up a simple fishing pole…

…and waste a handful of hours.

Breakfast is shared with a view…

…that most will see on postcards and inspirational calendars.

I wish to start every day this way.

Away from houses overcrowded with the mundane gasps of humanity solidified in desperation.

Away from those with everything… but have hate in their hearts… because their neighbor has so much more.

Maybe I want a wooden vessel that would allow me to be completely enmeshed with the sea, would you hate me such fancy?

You would love or hate me for eternity…

…if you only knew…

…how much I want this…


I understand that title may come off as strange…

Anyway…

So it’s apparently been a personally productive week for the authors; me going back to work and a very belated Spring cleaning of the FFI Headquarters (sounds much more official than “FischFailHaus”) which I greatly appreiciate. With this production usually comes a lack of posts, but I can tell you on behalf of all of the authors that we are not dead! FFI will continue to survive, if not thive… hey, I rhymed…

As of late I’ve been on a momentous journey to lands previously unknown to others. A rare journey to not only a different world but a completely new state of mind.

The world: Tamriel… the land: Skyrim!

At first (due to my first three days with the game being unhindered by work or school) I was able to roam the lands with little heed to the “real” world whatsoever… then my vacation ended…

Nordic blood ran through me as I scaled mountains hunting for elk and swam streams in search for salmon… then I started actually taking quests… then I decided cheese wheels rolling down a mountain was more important… then more quests… dragon? DRAGON?! DRAGON!!!

Ahem… then I found the biggest loaf of bread, and placed it around other small loaves… (haha I love that there’s a bread Wikipedia)

Then mead… more mead… “Man… I wish wine, ale and mead had the same effect in real life.” WARHAMMER! “Whoa… there’s kids here… can I kill ’em?!?”

Two things I’ve learned from the first hour of playing: I may have A.D.D. and I may be insane.

So onward with my non-Syrim life (if there ever was one)… I has a wonderful two entire weeks away from work, and needless to say I would’ve enjoyed an gradual and gentle reintegration into the working world.

…Yeah no… I get overtime instead (which is a rarity normally) because people seem to NEED groceries around the holidays… more like holy-daze, amirite? No, no I’m not…

ANYway… So the past couple of days I’ve been on a caffinated derp-rush that can only be described as a… caffinated… derp… rush… and instead of enjoying my couple (or six) or tea that makes my life that more live-able I’ve been quaffing dram-like proportions of both that and coffee! (yeah… try saying all that in one breath, like I envisioned it)

So I suppose that is it for now, and soon an update upon more Skyrim adventures, AyCOoB, and maybe a story or two will be in the works from your’s truly.

Until then:

FOOS!!!

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim amulet

Image by Sergey Galyonkin via Flickr


so, at the risk of making all you fuckers jelly, and the fact that I actually miss you bastards (the Fisch Fail, INC family may be one of the best things to ever happen to me), I decided to bring you all on this journey with me. Even if it is only virtually.
But wait, there’s more


I’m talking about stupid amounts of excess and hedonism…

Hopefully now I have your attention…

So we’ve once again outdone ourselves here at FFI. We’ve created a holiday! There is nothing official whatsoever to this, so don’t start marking your calendars.

Though the concept is beyond old, the name is something of my own creation. Honestly it was a term that I kinda stole, but it’s not like I’m publishing anything important on it (see above about “nothing official”) but now that I’ve covered my ass it’s time for the unveiling.

We now have a L.A.B. Day… otherwise known as “Like a Boss Day”. As you have been forewarned, you most likely know what the term is from, but I can assure you, this day is something as old as the first get-together of humanity.

As the first line says: I’m talking about stupid amounts of excess and hedonism.

Some basic rules of Labday:

Everyone can celebrate Labday differently, which is the beauty of Labday. Do you smoke a lot? Drink? Eat? Sleep? Fuck? Whatever vices that are at your immediate fingertips is fair game on Labday. While our Labday certainly did not include every vice we could muster, it was the combination of a few not-so-good for us hobbies that is the essence of Labday.

Next: it’s whenever the fuck you want it. The ONE thing I hate about holidays is the fact that they are (usually) once a year, at the same time: Bo-fucking-ring… Our Labday is a celebration not only of vice, but of spontaneity. Get a big paycheck? Labday. Get fired? Labday. Wake up on the wrong side o’ the bed? Labday. Wake up at all?!? LABDAY!

Now I want you to know this is not an everyday (or even every week) sort of deal here… The true perfection of Labday is the fact that excess IS excess due to your normal intake. Example: if you get drunk/high/laid/whathaveyou once a month, and you happen to find yourself doing all of those several times within a single night… You might be at a party… Now if it’s all for the sake of just enjoying the company of your closest friends and yourself, you may have a Labday on your hands.

My Day consisted of just myself, Eldwardo, and Mr. Fail enjoying the things we like. Now I can attest to my own actions: enjoying my new Vanilla pipe tobacco with a lil cherry in it, and sipping on a raspberry rum and tea concoction, all while smashing on meat snacks and a chocolate bar. May sound disgusting to some, and downright boring to others, but it was the fact that I was sitting on my porch at night during a cool spell in the Summer with two of my best homies for the sake of enjoying life, Like a Boss, is what makes this Labday. We had a few laughs, got to relax for once, and not only learned a lil bit about one another, but of ourselves. By no means were we “fucked up” or anything, but honestly if that’s the way you personally party, by all means rock out.

“May we enjoy life in the modern day for just a small amount greater, if we were to live briefly like our ancestors before: simple, genuine, and drunk.” – Luz

Happy Like a Boss Day to everyone!

 


So, it’s officially the one year anniversary of Fish Fail, INC. What can we do to mark this momentous occasion? Talk about what we always talk about… That’s right POOP!

Now this was mentioned a while back when I spoke of my first pooping experience. There really isn’t much to this story but it’s funny all the same.

When I was younger and living at my mom’s I had to poop and bad. This was a make or break kind of situation. I ran up the stairs, and past my mom entertaining guests in the kitchen. I run to the bathroom. My sister was in it at the time and I REALLY had to go.

So I run further down the hall to my mom’s bathroom. Here is where it gets funny. My mom has a small counter-top in front of the toilet. I forget this as I pull my pants down with urgency and sit down on the toilet with all the ferocity of a Creeper about to explode.

WHAM! I bang my head on the counter-top. Ignoring this I continue about my business, until I see blood on the floor. That’s right, I split my head open while pooping. I didn’t know if I should wipe my head or my ass. Eventually, after I’m done I go back to tell my mother what happened. She took me to the hospital, where I got eleven stitches.

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