Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Just got back from the "team building" at my boss' bouse. I don't know how much the team was built, but drinking margaritas and grilling on a beautiful day in the middle of the week can't be a bad time.
Well, today's one of those weird days. I only need to work until about noon, but I have a "team building" activity over my boss' place. I'm not much for building anything but animosity, but if it gets me out of the office for four hours in the middle of the week I'll do it. And there's booze involved. I may have to drink a beer or two on the way up to get my drink on!
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Holy shit, I can get my blog on my Yahoo! page. Well, I guess it's more that you can. Take a look in the left part of this page underneath the Blogger logo. Syndicate this, beotch!
That hold 'em tournament has its price: I'm all smoked up. I guess you can't expect any better going into a pool hall playing the part of a card house.
A buddy of mine called me to sub in his Texas hold 'em league. I am not a very good player so I'm sure I was one of the last options, but I agreed to help out. His team was second so he the only thing he asked me to do was to play tight and try to hold fifth (if I didn't go, they'd have to take a last place finish). Well, the biggest pimp in grade number three won his table. I got good cards, but I also took people down like lumberjack. My buddy's team is now firmly in first place. How you like me know, beotch?!
Monday, September 27, 2004
Good news: Chris Rix is out for at least two weeks with that ankle injury. If only it was worse. Here's hoping Wyatt Sexton keeps it up and plays that cocksucker Rix out of a job. Or maybe somebody stabs Rix or runs him over with a semi. And not one of those small ones.
Fantasy football is killing me this year. I have a combined one win in all my leagues and am 0-3 in the league where I am defending champion.
Labels: fantasysports
Sunday, September 26, 2004
The pool skimmers were chock full of twigs and leaves and such. "Such" this time including a waylaid frog. Poor guy (who stunk to high heaven). That's the second or third frog that hasn't had the best of swims at my place. Fortunately that’s still the biggest dead thing floating in my pool. So far…
Saturday, September 25, 2004
There isn't much better news than to hear that Chris Rix is injured. Even better that I got to watch it myself. Too bad that piece of shit didn't do more than turn his ankle. He was already getting ready to keep Clemson in the game when he got hurt. He's so shitty I wouldn't be surprised if he played bad on purpose; maybe he and Adrian McPherson are working together. I hope he gets ganggreen and they have to amputate.
That bastard Jager was over last night and his housewarming gift wasn't a surprise: a fifth of Jagermeister. A gift like that is great...for him as it'll be there whenever he comes to visit.
Good visit. We hit County Line for dinner (and I still am stuffed) before doing some bar hopping downtown. You know, it's a good time wandering around all the classy bars on 4th street with t-shirts and shorts. That "I don't give a fuck" attitude makes the evening much more appealing. And you know you've had a good night when somebody asks if you're circumcised or not.
Good visit. We hit County Line for dinner (and I still am stuffed) before doing some bar hopping downtown. You know, it's a good time wandering around all the classy bars on 4th street with t-shirts and shorts. That "I don't give a fuck" attitude makes the evening much more appealing. And you know you've had a good night when somebody asks if you're circumcised or not.
Labels: jager
Friday, September 24, 2004
The Jagermeister is coming down to crash at my place tonight. I just called to check on him and he's in Florence. The night before he was in Killeen. Each of these place is no more than 90 minutes outside of here. If I go outside of the atx more than ten miles, I'm clueless.
Well, my parents are evacuating from their condo again. This time they're flying up to Michigan, though they may have made a mistake in only going for a week. We shall see.
Oh, want to see what's up with their place? Check out their condo's bulletin board.
Oh, want to see what's up with their place? Check out their condo's bulletin board.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
I guess if you pretend you're sick, you deserve to really be sick. Maybe I'm just really hungover from Tuesday, but I still feel like ass. And this work thing is really starting to get in the way. I've been busy nearly all day.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
In the haze that was last night, I sent the following text message to PC: "Cataclly I'm rodsiat ok". I was messed up, but I didn't think I was typing in tongues. I need to go home...
I just yacked. I'm not in good shape.
I came home and passed back out. Heading into the office now. Going into the office at noon isn't the best of things to do. But I'm hurting. And I figure I've been here over a month. Isn't a month the point after which you can get loaded and skip out on work?
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Open bar around lunch time isn't the best of ideas. Especially for someone with limited self control. Jager Bombs are tasty and all, but not the best encouragement to work the rest of the day.
JMVC continued to shoot crappy pool, the Lost Prophets seemed pretty nice, and the radio folks were pretty cool. All in all, a good day so far. But when you're buzzed up by 4:00 PM, how can things really be all that bad?
The show starts in a couple hours, so I need to keep my drink on. And I just got done with my last real work of the day so it's Miller time.
JMVC continued to shoot crappy pool, the Lost Prophets seemed pretty nice, and the radio folks were pretty cool. All in all, a good day so far. But when you're buzzed up by 4:00 PM, how can things really be all that bad?
The show starts in a couple hours, so I need to keep my drink on. And I just got done with my last real work of the day so it's Miller time.
The JMVC called on my way into the office and he's won some sort of contest. In addition to tickets to the Lost Prophets show tonight, he's also been invited to a meet & greet with the band down at Buffalo Billards. And he can bring one other person. So I'll be coming up with some excuse to work from home the rest of the day.
Labels: jmvc
Monday, September 20, 2004
Well, my football team's officially 0-2. Fat Boy had the luxury of wiping the floor with me. My team blows.
By the way, this is the beginning of my second month here and I still haven't broken down and worn jeans.
By the way, this is the beginning of my second month here and I still haven't broken down and worn jeans.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Well, this has been a long day. I went up with Seerwah up to Dallas to see the Cowboys play the Brownies. I'm home and now get to see tape of the greatest game of the week, Lions-Texans. The friggin Lions are two and oh! Sweeeet.
Labels: football, seerwah, sports
Friday, September 17, 2004
The Battle of Antietam was fought on this day in 1862. Antietnam is the single bloodiest day in American history with over 22,000 killed, wounded, or missing for both sides. I think I visited the battlefield. I wonder where those pictures are...
I went down to the Poodle Dog with JMVC and kicked his ass in at pool. He was playing so badly that I could've sworn he was losing on purpose. We were pretty even to start off with before we got serious. Then he lost like six games in a row before winning one. He followed up that win by losing another four or five in a row. And I was drinking like a fish so he should've had the advantage. I was playing decent, but not that good.
I'm in a bit rough shape from last night. I'm late for a training session, when I sat down to my desk and went to grab my drink. I didn't realize the lid wasn't securely on. This resulted in 1/4 bottle all over me and my desk. Good thing it's yellow so it only looks like I pissed myself and my desk.
Well, I just killed a moth. A little bit loaded and killing moths, watch the fuck out!
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Sometimes the simplest of conversations can result into the most profound change. Subtract my "important" diatribes and import the meanderings a the mystic incognegoro and you can hyperventilate to my drift. A paradigm shift here at deathmetalthunder. We now have other people giving reviews. What does this say? Well, mostly that I understand that I am incapable of adding enough content for lazy people let alone people who want real to read things every month. So, who wants to put shit up here? If you think you can, let me know because I'd love to have something besides my relatively normally wanderings about my days at the office. Give me MD bottles getting thrown at traffic lifts and ignorant people sloughing over nothing. And this could be you.
Hallelujah, the money clip has been found. It was in the back pocket of the pants I am wearing. The moral of the story is to check the pockets of your pants before hanging them up. Or to wash your clothes after each wear and check the pockets. Or to have fewer pairs of pants to cycle through. You choose one that works for you.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Turns out the guy who sits in the cube next to me is quitting. Too bad, because he's into hockey and football. So I figure I'll try to keep in touch so I email him my personal email and phone number. He replies back with his work email. The email address for the job he's currently at. The job he's quitting. I just got blown off by a guy. I can't even get any luck with dudes.
It's bad enough that my drive to work is hampered by this crappy light right near my office. Bad in that it's almost, at worse, 1/4 of my trip just waiting for that light. At the right time, it's not a big deal, especially if there's only one or two people in front of me.
But not today. I pull behind one car and there was this ballless prick in front of me. He wouldn't take the left when there was plenty of time on numerous occasions to do so. So the yellow then red light came so I get to wait another ten minutes for the green arrow to go. I get into the office and this cock is there. And he has the audacity to hold the elevator for somebody just now walking in the door. I can't imagine he's a nice and considerate person; he must be the spawn of Satan.
But not today. I pull behind one car and there was this ballless prick in front of me. He wouldn't take the left when there was plenty of time on numerous occasions to do so. So the yellow then red light came so I get to wait another ten minutes for the green arrow to go. I get into the office and this cock is there. And he has the audacity to hold the elevator for somebody just now walking in the door. I can't imagine he's a nice and considerate person; he must be the spawn of Satan.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Not only was I able to match all my loose socks, but I also got a new bottle of Rudy's. What a day!
In case anyone doubted it, hot olive oil does burn. Maybe not as much as vegetable oil, but it stings quite a bit. Those resulting blisters on my hand may be unattractive, but those potatoes that resulted were good.
Monday, September 13, 2004
The money clip is no more; apparently Chilly doesn't have it in his car.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
My next-store neighbor came over and helped me put in a new dead bolt on my front door. He had the right tools and such to get things done (good thing because I had none of them). We had a few beers between the work. Man, he did not like the guy who owned my house. He was looking forward to retiring early just to make his life miserable. Now that's what I call commitment!
Labels: house
I just got back from this cooking class and recall why I rarely take classes. There was this woman who kept asking for things to be passed around. And this class involved cooking equipment like spatula, pots, and such. The instructor kept saying how they'd all be around after the class, but this woman kept asking. Finally, he had enough when she asked for a 20 lb plus roasting pan to passed around. Stupid people.
Friday, September 10, 2004
There's some bush that's grown out of nowhere on the side of my house. It's like its been planted it's so big. Weird, wacky stuff.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Sounds like my folk's place in Florida is still out of commission. The common area sounds like it's messed but their individual condo seems fine. Well, according to the manager's post on the web site. No power, so my parents will be staying up in Orlando for a bit longer.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Man, I screwed up. I have a meeting at 9 am and another, I thought, at 11 am. But that 11 am could be missed. And I could have vpn'd in for the 9 am. Damn me!
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
At least I won some money at cards. The rest of the evening has been real drag.
Apparently there's a debate going on about giving growth hormones to smaller kids so that they won't get picked on as much. Since when? What the fuck is wrong with this country when there's a debate about giving growth hormones to kids? Aren't there better things to be focused on? Regardless, get the fuck over it. Little Johnny's going to get picked on for something, he might as well do so for his own natural inclinations. Stupid fucking people in this country who'd rather drug up their kids than teach them to not to pick on somebody for being shorter/taller. Goddamn idiots.
I think I lost my friggin money clip. Being a big money hustla, the money is incidental, but the clip was a gift for being the best man at my brother's wedding. Fortunately I rarely see him. Maybe its in Chilly's car...
This person came by my desk to say "hello". I had no clue who the hell she was. Apparently she helped interview me and has been on vacation since. What a memory I have.
Holy shit, Tom Mees is dead. Apparently he drowned eight years ago.
Friday, September 03, 2004
It took my folks eight hours to go what should take three hours. It might have been prudent to leave before they tell the other three million people to vamoose.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
My folks are pretty sure that they'll be given the evacuation order sometime tomorrow to get out of Frances way. I'm pretty sure they might want to avoid the rush and leave today.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
I need to find that wireless modem for my Clie. Trucking the craddle back and forth is a wee bit of a pain.
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