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Not only did I get enough information for another book last night, I somehow didn't get jacked up too much to prevent me from going to Mt. Bonnell today with Chilly and my brother. Bike the entire way, though I did walk the bike quite a bit on the excessive hills. Great day for it after such a purely shitty day yesterday.

And there isn't jack on TV tonight. Damned Oscars!

The next book has been started; if only by a lot of parenthetical expressions and oddly phrased half-ass compliments.

And I think these people stole some vague concept of an idea from me: Austin Party Bus, the future of alcoholic debauchery today.

As bad of an thought as this may be, I think I'm back on the bars. And so much for the thought of a tame night.

Man, I need a nap. That happy hour turned into bar hopping galore: Mother Egan's to Opal Devine's to Star Bar back to Egan's to Red Fez to that new sports bar. The later it got, the more my brother had some issues with pretty much every bar we hit (I think the shots and plethora of beers got to him).

Eventually, he needed to be taken home. But Bubba and I just turned around and headed back out. Then we hit a whole bunch of places before ending up at Element of all places. Jebus! Bubba ended up doing cannonballs into my pool and hot tub before heading home around 4. All the while I drunk-n-dialed my way across Europe.

And today, I slept a bunch before heading out with my brother to Inner Space caverns. It was a shitty day (and still is) so getting out of Dodge (or in this case, underneath it) was the best alternative.

Now I need that nap. Hopefully a bit tamer night tonight.

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Long week to be topped off by happy hour at Mother Egan's. Another chance for the best club sandwich around.

Why is it that Friday's don't end early for me to go drinking?

I pulled a pretty good stunt last night at Red Fez. This drunk ass guy came up to me and the people I was with at the bar and starting chatting. He made some comment about us looking like a rough bunch (me, my brother and Bubba). So I vaguely threatened him and told him to buy us some shots. He went up, got shot down because he was too drunk. He came back all crestfallen, so I suggested I take his card and buy us a round. He was happy with that just as long as I tipped well. I could handle that and headed off.

I took his credit card and went to the bar and ordered the round. I passed the shots out to Bubba and my brother and then he grabbed his shot. This is when things started to go south as the bouncer wouldn't let him take the shot (because he was too drunk). So before it got too nuts, we were all out the back door.

Labels: bubba

Good show at Austin Music Hall with Interpol.

So I'm feeling a little bit better about this Arrested Development situation. neolefty sent me an article that gives a bit of hope. Some.

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Jager's let me know about the online petition to save Arrested Development. Go now, go forever!

Those fuckers at FOX are halting production of Arrested Development.

That exercise thing is quite the drag as I am now sore. Sore and up before 4 am is not a good thing. I've actually worked some which is scary. Maybe slight guilt in leaving the office early on Friday and returning to finding a half-dozen emails from my boss asking for shit. Good times!

After a couple of missteps, I managed to get home in under five hours. And was greeted by nice steaks my brother had picked up. Maybe him being here won't be so bad. I had to cook them, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. Well, I guess being cooked for me wouldn't be so bad, either.

And why wasn't I informed that Interpol was coming to town? And this time not to charge me with bogus crimes against humanity. I know incognegro doesn't agree, but they rock. I am conflicted as I have a previous commitment that evening, but maybe I can do both.

I actually hit that Life Time Fitness again. Another hearty breakfast (french toast) before a less exhaustive trip today. Funny, they're building on in the atx, but it's in the middle of nowhere on 620. Maybe somewhere for somebody in the middle of nowhere to begin with, but not for me. I even question how that is Austin. I had grand illusions of it being closer to 2222 so I could...people sit down...work out before work or during lunch.

That's just a crazy thought. Maybe something insane to keep the mind thinking before taking the three hour plus trip.

After a nice homemade breakfast, Seerwah and I headed to their local gym. Now calling Life Time Fitness just a gym is quite the understatement. This place is more than the typical gym: two floors, indoor-outdoor pool, day spa, day care facility (where they take the rug rats for up to two hours), dry sauna, steam room, plasma screens in the locker rooms, and on and on. Enough stuff to make me almost think about working out on a consistent basis.

Labels: cooking, seerwah, stupidity

So it's three hours plus to Dallas, not the two and a half I thought. Two and a half is the cut-off, man. If I had known I would've stayed home. Two and a half is the demarcation line of trips, after that you just don't do it. Or I don't do it. And the worst thing is that I still need to take the trip back on Sunday. I can't somehow teleport back or anything. I'm stuck with the three hours now. Damn sam.

I'm pretty sure I'm heading up to Dallas this weekend so feel free to rob my place. Rather, feel free to try.

New dryer in the house! Well, in the garage. I finally found one on craigslist that wasn't sold (there were lots of them out there, but they were sold by the time I emailed anyone. Fortunately, I hit refresh right before I went to bed last night and was able to email the seller before anyone else). And to boot, the guy and a friend of his brought it over. If only they hooked it up.

Anyway, turns out the seller's friend just got back from a tour in Iraq. That is after a tour in Afghanistan. He was talking about riding around on horse and drinking with warlords. I'll need to track that guy down for some stories from the front line(s).

I have become to be the go-to-guy for lunches around here. Maybe people assume I go out to lunch every day or something, but for some reason I get requests from people to pick them up something while I'm out. Like today, I didn't have any plans to leave and was willing to take an excuse to do so. Went down to Quizno's and picked up a veggie for him and a Steakhouse Beef Dip for me. So I get back to my desk and drop the sammich into the dip and the au jus goes all over the place. Good for me if I don't mind the hounds coming after me. Funny thing is that I had some of the drops fall in the shape of Mickey Mouse.

As I should've know, my brother was looking for a place to crash for a couple weeks. And I'm a sucker, so he'll be joining the happy household come Friday. He was in Lake City, Florida. Next stop the atx!

Up by 6 am! Only problem ahead is I'm going to have to drop like seven bills on some sensors for my car. Why can't we all just drive rocket sleds?

Uh oh, my brother called me up. Last I heard he was out-staying his welcome at my folk's place. Hopefully I'm not next on the agenda.

I did a load of laundry, worked on my site, made some breakfast, went for mile run and still just barely managed to get into the office before 9. I guess to get into the office before 9 I'll have to wake up before 4.

I was mentioning to some people that I was staying up too late and not getting enough stuff done. Well, I think I over did it. I was in bed by 9:30, asleep by 10 and now I'm up before 5 am. I guess it gives me more time to prep for Bubba's arrival at the office. And do some stuff around this shit pit.

The dryer has been pretty much blown out for a couple months and JMVC suggested craigslist to get a used one. Too bad I hadn't thought of this a month or so ago. Dryers aren't as over rated as one would think.

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Bubba's company is doing some work for mine and he's coming by my office tomorrow. I certainly hope he knows his place and gives me the proper respect when he shows up. I'm talking about a gift basket or something.

I'm on a conference call and the project manager was giving an overview of everyone's roles. In addition to my actual role, she said that I was would offer any necessary "loving thoughts". I don't know if that would work on my resume, but it would be a good name for a book.

neolefty texted me last night about a fist fight going on outside his window. Fortunately he lives on the second floor so there was no chance of crash-through.

Some crazy/drunk/homeless guy threw something at this guy who just came back at c/d/h like a house a fire. He was throwing haymakers like they were going out of style. That was until the police showed up. Round house rights and the cops showing up, now that's something you don't see every day.

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I walked out to go grab some food for me and some other folks and there was this woman sitting in a chair just chilling. No book, no magazine, she was just kicked back with her head propped up with her hand. I should've taken a picture.

Happy Valentine's day. Or as I call it, the Day for Suckers.

Third place! Excerpts from my acceptance speach: "Who would have thought that a Midwesterner would be standing in such a dominant position over you? This was all made possible by a combination of spices, meats, and vegetables blended to perfection. Thanks to Queen Q for the crock pot loaner. And a special thanks to neolefty who made me see that making the chili on Saturday is much better than on Sunday morning. Oh, by the way, the two ahead of me weren't as good as mine. Thank you, thank you very much."

Labels: food, neolefty

So JMVC took a taste and said it needed a little bit more bite and I realized why. What I thought were jalapenos were actually sareno peppers. So I've fixed that. I put two jalapenos, half a red peper, and a couple Thai chile pepers in the cuisnart and blended them together. The fumes off that mixture are still in my nose over an hour later. Fortunately that's all combined into the chili. Hopefully it doesn't spice it up too much...

Labels: jmvc

I just got back from seeing a friend run in a marathon. Conveniently one of the main street where it was run is right near my house. I wasn't really sure how these thing worked so I planned on getting there at about 7:20 am. Yes, AM.

Anyway, I got there as the first batch of runners went by. Thank God men are faster than women so I didn't need to worry about having missed my friend. After the first ten minutes of waiting, the bunches starting coming. I haven't really seen a race before so I had no idea what to expect, but there are a lot of people and finding my friend became difficult.

After about fifteen minutes, many women had come by so then I started questioning my own ability to find attractive blonde girls in a crowd. This has always been one of my trademarks and without it I am a little bit closer to suicide. With all this running through my head I then heared my name called out. It was my friend and her boyfriend running right by me. Conveniently they were paying attention. At the forty-seven minute mark. Shouldn't I have been the one calling out their names? Even running when thousands of people are running a marathon, it is obvious the single most important person is still me.

I don't know how these people do it; in the short list of things I want to do before the eternal sleep there is no mention of a marathon (neither appearing are seeing a NASCAR event, attending a WBNA game or eating frozen hummus). Hmm, I wonder how many of those people actually finish? Well, as a celebration to all those hard working, motivated people running that marathon I will go back to sleep. I need to rest up for all that standing around drinking beer at Ginny's Little Longhorn Saloon for the cook off.

Just got back from Central Market and I've got a lot of shit. Side note, that place has the worst fucking parking situation.

The stuff I've bought: carrots, celery, onion (the mirepoix, baby!), a jalapeno, canned chipotle, dried chipotle, dried ancho pepper, a couple poblano peppers, garlic, Florida white corn, a can of Mexi-corn, a coupe different cans of whole tomatoes, three Portabella caps, coriander, cumin, all spice, and chili powder. And for the meats? Stew Meat, black pepper sausage, and ground buffalo!

Now we're cooking! I just need to figure out how to cook it all up.

Labels: cooking

neolefty texted me about my preparations for the chili cook off tomorrow so I figured I'd call and discuss. After some thinking it became apparent that I was intending on just throwing something together which might not be the best idea. So I'm going to head to the store and get shit today. Along the way, I need to check in at Ginny's to verify that I just need to transport the chili there and warm it up. If that's the case, I have all day to muck with it.

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One of the designers is leaving so we went to lunch where? The Boat House Grill, where else? The bacon was the crispiest I've ever had with the chili cheese burger. This could've been the best of the four weeks in a row except I ventured out and got hush puppies. They were substandard.

Tonight me and JMVC are hitting an Austin Wranglers game. Kick off at 7:30 PM. The first score at 7:31 PM.

Labels: food, jmvc

Well, I thought a night out at Ginny's Little Long Horn Saloon would just entail slamming back cheap Lone Stars; that was before I signed up for Texas chili cookoff for Sunday. Because of JMVC, I knew to confirm that this was truly "Texas" chili (e.g. no beans in Texas chili). I am at a slight deficiency as I've never made chili without beans before. And the one recipe I do have I've only made once. But without football on Sunday, I've really got nothing else going on.

Labels: drinking, jmvc

The mad scalper has been caught!

So if you're stuck some place with little or nothing to do what do you do? Well, I will do as much as I can to accomplish as little as possible as I can. What can that possibly accomplish? Well, a complete sentince for one. Two would take more time than I can handle at the current time.

SCALPED! Careful who you run your mouth off too, I guess.

A long ahead of me, but I'm $70 richer because of good ol' fashioned betting. The Eagles and the points did me right, though I would've done better if my brother had called me back for my under bet.

Can it be a good thing for two huge vultures to be in my back yard? I had to do a double take. It's not like I live near a grave yard or something. Maybe there's something dead back there.

Another trip to the Boat House Grill. This is the third time in three weeks that I've been fortunate enough to have the chili cheese burger with bacon. This time, I went and got food for my boss. I'm playing some hold 'em tonight and the venue makes it more logical for me to hit from work versus from home (especially when you fart around the office like I did). I've got to defend my title.

Labels: food

I know I work for a big company because I spend more time tracking stuff than actually doing stuff.

I went out to a happy hour last night along with Queen G, JMVC, and some of their friends. Well, we both told Black Crowes concert stories. His was better, but my story prompted a question that has haunted me since: where is the most unusual place I've urinated? I can't remember anything better than the back seat of the car I drove to Black Crowes concert in Tampa. I know I've pissed some place stranger than that.

Labels: jmvc, music, stupidity

So I had this dream that this worthless manager at one of my former companies sent out an email. The email was a parking ticket that she had scanned in and marked up for this guy Wayne. Wayne had parked in the wrong area or something and got a company ticket. It was a typical petty thing that I could definitely see that bitch having done.

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Bitches are loaded up here. Notice, if you can, the nice spores in there. I think the beans are the cause of the blustering.

I made some green been pesto the other day and cracked open the container I stored it in. Man, oh man, there were mold spores all over the place. I took a picture so I'll have to load that bitch up here.

The weird dreams continue: I'm staring at my foot. It is blue and cracked, almost as if it a cast but it isn't.

Labels: dreams

There's a product launch on the web site going on so they've got snacks for people. I swear to God the healthiest thing on the plate was brownie bites. Holy shit, no wonder people are so fat around this place.

Sounds like syphilis is coming back with a furry! New research indicates that syphilis (and its cousin gonorrhea) are on ten year cycles and that time's about back up. So next time you're thinking about getting laid, take a look at your prospect and think: is it worth going crazy over? Literally.

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