At 1:45 p.m. this afternoon it will be exactly one year since my father has passed away. I’m unable to sum much up into words, so here is a poem that I came across from my Father’s writing collection.

Imagining My Mountains

Evening paints the blue shoulders of Black Tooth and Cloud Peak
The glaciers on the north side is a royal purple
I ache for my days I’ll stand next to the creek
Casting light lines to the wary trout

My busy life keeps me on the flats
But my imagination stays on the sweetgrass
Waving my thin stick at the fish
Those were the days.

That is all for now, until next time…COURAGE.

Today would have been my father’s 64th birthday. Happy Birthday.

Keeping the Pet Sematary theme going…

We had seven years before the ravages of the demons knocked you to your knees. Two beautiful babies came to please. Our honeymoon began on a granite spine where we could survey all that is good in God’s verdant forest choir.

You were my beacon of strength through years of my own demons, real and inside me. Your soft caring heart stood with me the dozen trips to the brink and pulled me back to be Dad and Grandpa.

Sometimes we were vinegar and soda over inane little things but we stood tilted towards each other.

You taught me patience by example. You taught me strength by watching you. My family loved you from your first visit. You’ve been gone a month today but it feels like you’ve been away for years, yet I sense you constantly around me in our children and in three princesses. I love you.

- Written by my Father, Ted Thomas Buchanan on April, 6th 2010
Rest in peace mom and dad, I love you more than words can describe.

Today marks 9 months of Beatrix. Look out hipsters/fauxhawk wearers/and shitty gross people in general….this is the future of Been Deleted, Inc.  This reminds me of a quote from the opus that is “RUSHMORE”, “Now, for some of you it doesn’t matter. You were born rich and you’re going to stay rich. But here’s my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down.” That is all for now, until the next time…COURAGE.

Behold the magic of Skinner.

I will be on a hiatus for a bit as I gather myself and ready the troops to continue the war of the delete. Until next time, COURAGE.

We’re back from a quick stint in southeastern Antarctica, also known as Laramie. It is back to work for this kid to try and make up some cash which was drained by Mr. Claus and Johnny Mortgage or in our case Jose Monthly Rent. Ah, such is life. I did manage to donate some money to the Montana State Patrol for doing all of 9 miles per hour over the interstate speed limit. Tis’ the season for yearly quotas. Dammit! That is all for now. Until next time…COURAGE.