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Neither Lowes or Home Depot sells three inch pins so I had to buy a fucking three inch hinge and bust out the pin. I was only 99 cents, but still why can't they have the pins separate? I now have a two hunks of metal that will forever be pinless. The poor bastards. Maybe I'll sell it on eBay to find it a good home.

Somebody brought their kid into the office today. I think she's a director or something (the parent not the kid). Glad to see somebody's getting an education around here.

Labels: work

Something finally went right at the house today; after nearly six months I now have a working light in my closet. It only took me several tries and another realization of how half-assed the electricity is in my place, but the job is done. If I can only find the pin for my door hinge I'll be all set.

OK, Bubba called up. He's not dead. So hopefully I'll have that car out of my way soon.

And besides Bubba, I got a call regarding work. On the Lord's day?! How dare they.

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Bubba's still MIA. If that pussy's gone to the hospital because of an allergic reaction to beer I'll never talk to him again.

I went out to see The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou with Bubba and I only thought it a bad idea for him to be drinking beer. Bubba's somehow been allergic to beer since he moved to Austin. Anyway, we tried to find another place to go after the movie since I was locked out of my house (that's another story) and after a failed attempt at finding one of his friends on 52nd Street, we went to Fado's where we waited for his wife. After she showed up, the real effects of the beer alergy appeared; Bubba looked like he had gone twelve rounds with Clubber Lang. Worse yet is he had to leave early so I went down for nothing. That's no fun. And his car is still in my drive way. Damn him and his puffy eyes!

Labels: bubba, drinking, movies

January is nearly done and I havne't updated my reviews page. I wish there was an easier way, but I think I'm forced to go old school and move the page manually.

A bit ago, some woman walked by asking me the location of a couple people who I didn't know. She was with some dude with a gun. I hope that's not how they axe people around here.

Oh, JMVC was at that meeting until 2 am. That's some crazy ass shit.

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JMVC was on tv until past midnight; that's when I gave up watching the proceedings. Serving the community's a bitch. Not only that, but I stayed up past my bed time and slept past my alarm. Not that I have many complaints rolling into the office near ten. At least not from me.

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I keep forget to mention that JMVC has jumped on the blog bandwagon. He always has to jump in after the water's been confirmed warm.

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If the personal pizza I ordered wasn't enough, I decided to get some cheese bread too. All I need is a milkshake to feel totally disgusting.

I had this dream that I was waiting for a train and my dog was running around without a collar while I talked to the daughter of Cheryl Ladd (of Charlie's Angels fame). Funny thing is I didn't even know she had a daughter. So we're waiting for a train to arrive in a very hilly area, the dog's running around when the train arrives. The dog continues to run up and down the aisle of this packed train while me and her talk. Apparently I had met someone who told me was her sister earlier, but that person was lying. Oh, and the dog had a leash previously but he got away from it. And nobody complained about the dog running amock.

Labels: dreams

Holy shit, my boss is out of town and I forgot to go into her office and feed her fish. I hope those things can go a few days without eating.

Labels: work

What's the one thing you might want to have when you drop you're dropping your car off for a week? How about a way to get back into your house? Fortunately several people have keys to my house so I'll be able to get back in, but until I get my car back from the shop I'll have to carry keys. KEYS?!

That other card game ended with me in second place. Another forty bucks added to my coffers. To the coffers until I started playing blackjack and was back at my old game of splitting two's. Good and bad of the night was that I didn't go out afterwards, but I've been up since 6 am. That just ain't right.

Well, I need to go buy some shit to prepare for the new roommate. Yes, I'm bringing somebody into the fold; JMVC is moving into my place. He's all situated in the south wing for the next couple months.

Labels: hockey, jmvc, sports

I played some Texas Hold 'em last night and won the tournament(!!). Seventy bucks makes the purchase the eighty bucks I dropped on food at Central Market that much more palatable. And as a topper, I think I might have discovered a hangover remedy: olive oil. I was a bit rough this morning and the olive oil fixed me up right.

Well, I'm beat and need a nice nappy nap because Bubba's got another game for me to hit tonight. Cards at five versus nine should leave me time to watch CYE tonight.

Just picked up season 2 and 3 of Curb Your Enthusiasm from Best Buy. Twenty-five bucks for both of those (after using gift cards, coupons against that sale price) is the bargain of the year. Unfortunately I can't get to watch any tonight since I have a little money donation planned at a friend's card game.

I just sent an email to somebody and received this back: "My office telephone is currently out of service. Please send email if you are trying to contact me."

If I call her phone, I bet I get a message saying to leave her a voice mail because her email doesn't work.

I met up with JMVC for lunch and he's getting emails from people that he doesn't know asking why he hasn't been to any Grupo Fantasma shows recently. Must be nice to have your own friendly stalker. Anyway, Grupo's playing this Saturday at Emo's on Saturday. And you'll probably see JMVC there. I'll be plastering a wall. Or getting plastered. Not quite sure yet.

Labels: jmvc, music

OK, I'm scheduling personal shit so that it doesn't adversely affect my work schedule. Something is serious wrong. And that I've been up before 7 am two days in a row is just peverse.

Somebody just moved into the cube next to me. It had been empty for several months and I know wish it was empty again. I'm going to have to pull an incognegro and tell her to shut the fuck up. Though she's really nice and out of the office twice a week so maybe I'll just tune her out. I'll treat her like work.

I had this dream that Yo! and I were sitting in some lawn chairs on a side street off of 6th in Austin. Were talking about a party that I had the night before and how several people hadn't shown up. Right about that time people start coming up to my place (yep, the house was off 6th). We go into the house and several people that I've worked with since I've moved to the atx. My place is a very cavernous building, more like a giant studio than a house. It happens to be Sunday and my mom is also there cooking up some food. I make some pseudo grand welcome gesture to all of the guest and start to give out a tour. My backyard is like a Japanese rock garden and the guests go through big glass double doors while I go through one on the right. By this time it has started to lightly rain, but I plan the people have started on their own through the backyard. I run down one of the rock paths and grab my deck shoes (which are in one of the streams) before meeting up with somebody towards the back of the garden. Apparently that's where the race track is. Pretty good race track because you could do those little mini ones (which were being raced) or real cars. Well, that makes sense since Yo! is there. And that's pretty much that. I'd imagine I can get myself committed with that one.

Labels: dreams, yo

I didn't have any real vested interest in the Jets-Pittsburgh though I wouldn't have minded the Jets to win. But that would have involved having a non chocking kicker. As neolefty said in his text message to me: never count on an ex-49er kicker.

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You ever have an MRI? I hadn't until about fourty minutes ago and I think it's the closest a living person should ever get to how it feels to get shut into one of those mortuary vaults. You lay on your back on this rack and they shove you into this closed tube with barely a few inches on each side. Then you have to lay perfect still for upwards of 30 minutes why all these crazy mechanical noises are blasting around you. And what's worse that all the noise is the silence because you can't be sure if the attendant's forgotten about you while surfing for porn. You totally lose track of time but are immensely happy when they pull you. At least I was. Nineteen minutes and twenty five seconds I was in there. Apparently that's pretty good.

As my reward I'm sitting on my couch the rest of the day, drinking beer, and watching football.

Word on the street is that Bubba's going to stop by. I guess it isn't 'word on the street' if he's called me and said so. Anyway, I wonder what kind of lame excuse he'll have for having disappeared for the past couple months. It better involve roving bands of prostitutes.

Well, I'm off to get an MRI. That should be a fun way to kill a Saturday afternoon.

I came home early today (I guess it really was yesterday) and planned on finishing some things up at home. Too bad my laptop had other ideas and is pretty much fried. So instead I went out to dinner with Chilly at Carraba's. There I learned a valuable lesson: ordering what you know to be a good $8.00 wine will cost you nearly three times as much.

After that excessive use of money, I went to see Billy up at Copper Tank. The Saw was there and much too much beer was consumed. Now it is sleepy time.

I just found out the Stanley Cup is going to be in Austin for a Ice Bats game. Correction was in town. Last Saturday. I didn't even know Evite had email. Damn it!

So Bubba has come out of the woodwork finally. It only took him about twenty words before LSU came up. Shocking!

Labels: bubba

It is surprising how much mail I get from Brookstone and Buy.com. So I should be getting a lot less emails.

Well, off to watch the last game at Sunshine's place. She's having a graduation party (graduated last year, but is now having the party). The Saw and the Brewer are heading over so is Chilly (who's back from his Central American adventure). It's down in the dirty, dirty south; I don't know if I've ever drove that far south before for a party.

Labels: brewer

I went to this wine tasting last night and you should have seen how loopy these people got after eight samples. Here's to consistency in all things, including drinking!

Speaking of wine, there should be plenty tonight at Buca di Beppo. Birthday party there tonight and there's not much better than banquet style Italian food with jugs o' wine. The place is a little pricey but I'm sure it'll be worth it.

This week's been pretty quite here at work. Nobody's quite back into things from the New Year's festivites/time off.

Good news on the TV front, though. Lost is back after a few week hiatus, but even better is Alias is back for another season. Until further notice, I'll be on my ass Wednesday nights.

The one time I regret missing one of those worthless halftime specials and Ashlee Simpson gets soundly booed after performing. Well, I saw that much of it but hope she was booed throughout. Man, she is horrible. She is DONE.

She was somehow worse than the overated Oklahoma Sooners (how could Texas lose to that shitty team?). Where were the Auburn Tigers when you needed them?

Labels: football, sports, stupidity

Just got back from dropping neolefty off at the airport. If you're waking up at 5 am to drive somebody to the airport, staying up until 2 am isn't the best course of action. We got sucked into a Surreal Life marathon then decided to watch the last DVD of Season 1 of Arrested Development. The second part is fine, but watching that much reality TV pretty much destroyed any sense of intergrity I might have left. I can't explain it but watching Flavor Flav and Brigitte Nielsen just couldn't be helped.

Labels: neolefty

It is all but official: Chilly's won our fantasy football championship game and neolefty won the consolation round. All the payout will be pretty easy as the folks either live in Austin or were visiting (well, neolefty's brother is in Spain, but brothers can be trusted with their proceeds). Me like, though it would have all been better if I had won something this year. Last year's champ got it handed to him on a regular basis. Next year will be the return of Sarcophagus Now!

Labels: fantasysports, neolefty

My recycling container is filled with the empty booze bottles. Another year started like many before. Though most of the time recycling isn't involved...

And I'm not even hungover. What a concept?