the lost photo shoot

I'm sure you remember when i was a robot.

from the diaries of travis hatch

I found this small journal entry scrawled on a small piece of paper and found it humourous enough to share.

5/27/2009

We went to Brent's graduation today and i was really offended that they didn't ask me to sing Dylan's 'Forever Young'.

Pictured: Travis and Sarah sweating it up at brents graduation

automobile safety by travis

in my time ive been told, by a couple people, that i am a bad driver. such as: my wife, my brother, my bff matt, the dallas cowboys, the pta, and in particular; my dear father in law, brent hope. i however think not. i think i am a great driver. i feel in control and at ease at the wheel. i just happen to feel at ease and in control going 90 on the freeway. well im here to tell you today that i will never speed again. coming home from a college production of Thoroughly Modern Millie, starring fake julie andrews and my dear friend michael wheeler, i was stopped by Elma city police. I felt confident that i would be let off with a warning seeing as how it was the first ticket on my record and i was only going 19 over. well that wasnt the case. i drove home in silence with my brother, ransom. dissapointed in myself i called jess and told her what happened. needless to say she wasnt pleased. anyway what im trying to say is that there is no reason to fear my driving any longer. i am a reformed man. that is all.

headline news: farmers report pigs flying - record cold in hell - united states elect black president

Good morning. If you'll notice, these 3 things that people said would never happen, are happening. You know what that means. We're moving to idaho. I said I would never return and now I am eating my words. Brent, all those birthday wishes have paid off. Jess and I are relocating to hailey idaho to work at cox cable. Im actually very excited about it. Part of that excitement comes from the fact that I will not have to manage lowlifes anymore. I thought managing apartments would be fun but I really can't stand it. Im a baby sitter. A lot of these people are twice my age and whining for me to fix every single problem. Sure, people aren't allowed to have dogs but if they're keeping you up then you have a problem with them. Don't come whining to me. Knock on the door and THEN let me know. I can make them get rid of the dog but that doesn't mean you have to stay up all night. That's why God gave us the broom. To pound the cieling. Anyway. Im very glad to be getting out. Tacoma will always be my home and maybe this move will make me appreciate this town more. I also think this will be a good oppurtunity for me to shed some excess poundage. Recently I've been on the heavier side. So after my mealtime purge I have been trying to run. That hasn't worked out so well. But I do love riding bikes on the bike path. So that's what ill do. Anyway yeah that's it. Also...yeah no that's it.

the mind of travis revival!

Yes. back by popular demand. that's right. my 3 fans have apparently been in Travis withdrawal. recently I've been voice blogging. not really podcasting. basically i complain about things into my phone. its a little harsh for most of my blog following so i keep it exclusive. subjects range from things that have made me angry in the day such as a light that wouldn't turn green or speculation on my antisocial tendencies. for those of you who aren't a huge fan of listening to Travis yell for 5 minutes about terrible musicians and Friday the thirteenth, this isn't for you. because that's most of what it is. if i typed it it would be all caps. the dumbification of America is another hot topic on Travis' thoughts. how people today find themselves entertained by Beverley hills chihuahua and pall blart mall cop. the Jonas brothers performing twice on Saturday night live. things that are and should never be. (that last sentence is a reference to the zeppelin song "what is and what should never be". great song). anyway. i will give you some wholesome entertainment.

tax return came in. Jess and i went to the Toyota dealership because we want to get a van. i hate car dealerships. This is what going to one feels like.


it was terrible. it gives me kind of a panic attack. I'm under the impression that i have mild anxiety and maybe a little bit of depression. i get insurance soon. holla. so I'm going to the doctor so he can confirm that I'm not a hypochondriac. because i give myself terrible diseases. i just read web md and say, "I HAVE THAT!" maybe because i have a few symptoms. for about a week i thought i had anti-social personality disorder. i mean don't get me wrong. I'm plenty anti social. but i don't have that disorder because its a form of sociopathology and i think you have to be a serial killer or something. or in the mob. e.g. Tommy two-guns - notorious sociopath. not really me. i don't take an immense amount of pleasure in murdering someone. maybe a bit of pleasure at maiming someone. or extreme pleasure when thinking of throwing a rock at someone. but not murder. no good. not my style. i much prefer to kick you in the goods and hit you with a stick. anyway. talk about "wholesome entertainment". I'm sure at least once while Ruth is reading this she will utter a "well, i never...". back to the dealership. this guy was trying to force the keys of a dodge durango into my hand. luckily i had to leave before he pressured me into sign anything. we came there looking for a van. I DON'T NEED AN SUV. this stupid vehicle is not for me. i will not be towing anyone. and i don't plan to live anywhere with snow. and it was like gold. do i look like a gold van driving man? no. i want a murdered out mini van. for those who aren't familiar with the term "murdered out" that means to black everything out. chrome, rims, logo, windows, everything. like this:


That's what i would do to my van.

well that oughta do it.



This is a picture of me and my little man, don tomasino.

new to the game

Im a little slow on the uptake when it comes to this blog situation. Prompted by my wife, I've decided to create one in efforts to improve myself as a writer and/or person. Im looking for feedback. Be it good or bad. Id like to take this time to put up on of my personal favorite short stories. I wrote it when gas prices had infuriated me beyond the normal level. It's about a guy named charlie. It's not very long but it's a start. I think it makes my point. Sort of. Let me know what you think.

Charlie
By T.I. Hatch

Charlie sat the passenger seat of his corolla, resting his feet on the ground of the 76 near his house. The numbers on the gas pump rang higher and higher. Head in his hands, he started to think about when he was in high school and he could fill his tank with 15 bucks. The pump read 63.76. 63 dollars and 76 cents. He opened his glove compartment and pulled out an old revolver .45. He looked at it closely. Studied the intricate designs that covered the gun. It was heavy in his hands. He turned up the radio. 'Ramble on' by led zeppelin played. He put the gun to the side of his head, resting his finger on the trigger, he thought about what this would cost him.

He had been on prozac for almost a year now. In that year his father died and his girlfriend left him for his exbest friend who happened to run over charlies dog as he drove away. He had been strong this long. Why quit because of a simple matter of expensive gas. His mom was still alive and he had a decent job managing a bakery. He put the gun back into the glove compartment. He replaced the pump before walking around to get into the drivers seat. He pulled out onto the main road and was hit and killed by a drunk driver.


He had just wasted all that money on gas.