Thursday, June 30, 2005
mobile post: Lala's!
This place is a lot different sober.
My damn phone has been charging for like six hours. That can't be right. But can it be wrong?
I took my nice long lunch and got some lemons, limes and some rum so there won't be a question whether Corona Bombs are part of the equation. Well, a possibility as I know I won't be having one.
You might ask yourself, what is a Corona Bomb? Well, take your plain ol' Corona, pop the cork, take a bit of a sip, pour in a shot of rum (preferably lemon flavored), put in your lime, and you're good to go. The Closer's drink of choice.
You might ask yourself, what is a Corona Bomb? Well, take your plain ol' Corona, pop the cork, take a bit of a sip, pour in a shot of rum (preferably lemon flavored), put in your lime, and you're good to go. The Closer's drink of choice.
Labels: the closer
You know, I hope this July 4th Weekend ends up better than the last one and I still have a job. That wasn't too patriotic last year.
I guess I should've checked the UPS tracking last night; turns out my hammock hooks arrived last night. I don't recall anyone knocking on my door or seeing anything, but I did take my trash out this morning and ignored my piling up mail. So as long as I don't have any mystery person walk away with my shite I'll be hanging out in a hammock this weekend (maybe even tonight!). Damn the heat, I'll be hanging!
420's heckling me for not posting enough. Sorry, won't let it happen again.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
I made Risotto for the first (maybe second?) time. It didn't turn out quite the way I would've like it. It was still good with the pees and cheese in it, but maybe I could've used a bit more chicken brother.
Shit, I forgot about setting up those solar lights. Aces said they needed a couple days to glow up, but I think setting them up tomorrow should be sufficient.
Shit, I forgot about setting up those solar lights. Aces said they needed a couple days to glow up, but I think setting them up tomorrow should be sufficient.
I've given up on getting any cash for those old patio stones and have some dude coming by tomorrow to pick them up for free.
How to follow up one day of work after a long weekend? How about working from home and taking a two hour break in the middle? Amongst some other errands, I've picked up some food for the party Saturday (and managed to sneak in a conference call that I forgot about). Only problem with the shoping is I picked up the wrong cut of meat for what I was going to do. Now I'm going to have to mix it up. Maybe I can transform the meat into something else, something better...
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
For some reason Bubba calls me from work numbers and doesn't leave messages. It makes it tough to ignore him when he's calling from new numbers. And why doesn't Bubba leave messages? Why, Bubba, why? I leave messages. They typically end with "I'm done with you" but that shouldn't make him not want to leave me messages. I'm quite confoosed by it.
Well, the first day back at work went fine and I'm going to meet up with Aces to get some solar powered lights for the back yard. It's turning into Bioshpere over here. Someone stop me!
Well, the first day back at work went fine and I'm going to meet up with Aces to get some solar powered lights for the back yard. It's turning into Bioshpere over here. Someone stop me!
Gentle reminder: don't schedule all-day document reviews after being gone for a long weekend. It makes the reviews even less fun.
Monday, June 27, 2005
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Even with my best overestimation, I got dropped off at the airport over an hour early. The Orlando airport this late (maybe any airport this late) is pretty much worthless and the only thing I have to look forward to is six more hours until I get home. And then I get to head to work and try to get caught up on being out two days. It'll be tough to ingore people.
I'm at my brother's place and have been left alone with all the animals. The cats I could care less about, but their golden retrievers just so sad without my brother, sister-in-law and niece. Poor thing. Strange feeling empathy. Must...Stop...Caring.
I've gotten an answer to a question I've always wanted to know: does WTBS come in without cable in Atlanta? And incognegro told me the answer is no. Praise the Maker.
mobile post: leave good enough alone
So I did a good one on my folk's computer; after pretty much backing it up, I deleted something and his profile is all messed up. I think I'm going to have to come back here some weekend while they're gone to try to fix it. GD it. And what I was doing wasn't even needed.
Labels: technology
In trying to back my dad's computer up, I fucked something up. Email gone, his Webshots are gone. And now I'm a few hours away from fixing it. It doesn't look like any of the backups I did really took on anything but files.
Labels: technology
Being at my folk's place I'm forced to watch SNL. Suprisingly, there was this hilarious cartoon about Shazzang that made me laugh out loud. Shazzang was some out of control, disfunctional genie that took delight in going to far. And Queens of the Stone Age were on (SNL, not the cartoon). Its making up up for the Will Farrell being the guest host.
Labels: music
Sunday, June 26, 2005
So I slept into until nearly ten, got up, had some breakfast, watched some TV and took a nap around 1:00. I felt a bit guilty and caught myself, but my Mom said if I was tired that I really should take a nap. So I did! It was such good advice, that I took another one around 7:00 PM. Thanks, Mom!
Thank God the Longhorns beat the Gaytors, I don't know if my hear could've handled the people from Shit Town winning anything.
Yo! flew into Orlando on Friday and is going to stop by here later today on his way back home. It's like "See Friends Weekend" or something.
Labels: yo
After much thought and procrastination, I have finally tracked down a mechanism to hold up the hammocks (yes, hammocks) I bought in ye ol' Brazil back in 2003. So I've got some Mayan Tree Strap which apparently hold up the Brazilian ones, too. I picked up two even though I'm pretty sure I don't have two trees that have the necessary distance between them to adequately support the art of hammocking.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Man, hanging out at my folk's place is boring. At least they've agreed (in principal, at least) to let me take them out to (and pay for) dinner. I've been trying for the past couple of trips to do that.
And I saw that ad on TV again. The one where a bunch of fun-having kids are on a dock and throw one of their other fun-havers into the lake. I've seen it hundreds of times and have no clue what they are advertising. I have a feeling that isn't what they intended.
And I saw that ad on TV again. The one where a bunch of fun-having kids are on a dock and throw one of their other fun-havers into the lake. I've seen it hundreds of times and have no clue what they are advertising. I have a feeling that isn't what they intended.
mobile post: rip-off
Holy shit, I just went to this Coney Dog place with my dad and it was sixteen bucks for four coneys, two drinks and a large fry. That kind of price gouging could solve the national debt.
Just got back to my folks place after a long day of traveling, though I surprising appearance by incognegro at the Atlanta airport made things much better. Oh, what's the second thing my dad said to me? "Don't they have barbers in Texas?" I thought I'd get a bit a reprieve, at least for a couple hours.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Please note, anyone who is offended by vulgarity and/or profanity may want to shy awy from the following post.
What a fucking God damn shitty disgrace that piece of fucking shit was. Jesus Christ, what a nut shot that kick was. My balls are still hurting from it. I never in my fucking life, not for a God damn second did I think the Pistons (THE FUCKING DETROIT MOTHER FUCKING PISTONS) would lose their God damn composure and fuck up a fucking game so fucking God damn badly as they did in that worthless excuse for a mother fucking performance in the fourth quarter. You can talk about poise, you can talk about experience but it don't mean shit when you end up on the losing side of aisle. Those fucking fuckers. Why couldn't they just have been blown out of the fucking gym? I fucking hate losing close fucking game. Why get my hopes up? What did I do to you? I knew it from the early foul trouble, but they kept themselves in it. Leading by eight, just to lose it, but I kept some faith. Until the fourth quarter.
Fucking Tayshaun Prince, I love the guy, but I knew, fucking God damn new that game was as over as over can be when he went up with that shitty fucking shot. And then they all played a game of "let's spread the fucking ball around" when Raysheed Wallace was CALLING for the GOD DAMN BALL. Didn't anyone notice that? I know I did and I don't go through training camp, a whole regular season, and for fucking God Damn measure a whole playoff season. For Christ sake. GOD DAMN IT, he never does, feed the fucker because: a) he was scoring; b) he was calling for it. For Jesus mother fucking Christ's sake take a fucking snapshot of that: CALLING FOR THE BALL. Dude, he was all over Horry. Its a disgrace, fucking digrace. And then what do you do when Chauncey gets his shot block? Set your defense? No, let Ginobli coast in like a slicked up dick up the shoot right to the basket. God damn fucking stupid fucking idiots. Show a little back bone for Jesus Christ's sake. You're the WORLD FUCKING CHAMPIONS. Oh, right, YOU THE FUCK WERE. Fuck me, Jesus mother fucking shit. Damn it, Jim, why, why? And that Devil's bargain betting on my own team fucks me AGAIN. FUCK FUCK FUCK. GOD DAMN IT. And don't worry, neolefty, the proverbial fucking check is in the mother fucking mail. And I mean that literally as one can withot the cuss words involved. And the Spurs better burn something in San Antonio at the very mother fucking least.
Fuck, I bet you Wyatt Sexton's a Spurs fan. Damn him!
Jesus, what the fuck? Well, I'm going to show those fuckers and paint my room. Blood red and crimson.
Fucking Tayshaun Prince, I love the guy, but I knew, fucking God damn new that game was as over as over can be when he went up with that shitty fucking shot. And then they all played a game of "let's spread the fucking ball around" when Raysheed Wallace was CALLING for the GOD DAMN BALL. Didn't anyone notice that? I know I did and I don't go through training camp, a whole regular season, and for fucking God Damn measure a whole playoff season. For Christ sake. GOD DAMN IT, he never does, feed the fucker because: a) he was scoring; b) he was calling for it. For Jesus mother fucking Christ's sake take a fucking snapshot of that: CALLING FOR THE BALL. Dude, he was all over Horry. Its a disgrace, fucking digrace. And then what do you do when Chauncey gets his shot block? Set your defense? No, let Ginobli coast in like a slicked up dick up the shoot right to the basket. God damn fucking stupid fucking idiots. Show a little back bone for Jesus Christ's sake. You're the WORLD FUCKING CHAMPIONS. Oh, right, YOU THE FUCK WERE. Fuck me, Jesus mother fucking shit. Damn it, Jim, why, why? And that Devil's bargain betting on my own team fucks me AGAIN. FUCK FUCK FUCK. GOD DAMN IT. And don't worry, neolefty, the proverbial fucking check is in the mother fucking mail. And I mean that literally as one can withot the cuss words involved. And the Spurs better burn something in San Antonio at the very mother fucking least.
Fuck, I bet you Wyatt Sexton's a Spurs fan. Damn him!
Jesus, what the fuck? Well, I'm going to show those fuckers and paint my room. Blood red and crimson.
Labels: basketball, neolefty, sports
Sparty called me up just a few minutes ago about heading down to get scalped tickets for the game. Fortunately its a bit too late for that kind of talk.
Man, that pool will be the death of me. Not enough water in the thing, so I can't backwash it (to get rid of the dead stuff). Now I've got to spend a few hours letting it fill up. And I probably should've been to the office an hour so ago.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Heading to one of Bubba's friends to play cards tonight. It'll be two days in a row that I've had mid-week brew cha-cha's. Good for me.
Oh, the work from home day! Going up to meet up with Fat Boy for lunch, plenty of time to get things done at work and around the house. Nothing wrong with it but the work.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Oh yeah, Pistons victory in Game 6. I think the one game is still enough, though a Game 7 Finals would be pretty cool to see. If I hadn't dropped three bills on Game 1, tickets that is. But it is the first Finals Game 7 since 1994. That's 11 years to you and me!
Labels: basketball, sports
UGH, I'm on this video conference and the people can't see me, only hear me. So I headed all the way up to this silly conference room just to stare at a bunch of people. Just a waste of my time.
No bites on those stones. I think I might be just getting somebody to haul those bad boys away. But that's for free.
Talked to my brother and the place I lived at in Royal Oak burned down. I guess my assasasins didn't get the memo.
Hopefully this week won't blow too much. At the very least, I'm out Friday/Monday so it can't be too bad. And speaking of thinking about things, I think the less I think about the Pistons game tonight the better I'll be.
Labels: basketball, sports
Monday, June 20, 2005
I finally got off my ass and put those damn stones from my old patio up on craigslist. Hopefully I'll get a bite.
My old group just brought in somebody new. And new isn't relative as I think this lady is older than my grandmother. Either of them. And they're both so old that they're dead.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Nice to see the Pistons play no to lose in the last minutes of this damn game. They totally blew this one. At least this saves me some cash for Tuesday's game. If it was 3-2 Detroit, San Antonio fans might be more likely to sell a ticket cheaper than then up. At least in my opinion. Which is really all that matters.
Labels: basketball, sports
Just saw the tail end of Simpsons I haven't seen before. That doesn't happen too often. Maggie saved Homer from drowning!
Just got back from seeing Batman Returns. Holy shit that movie was great. Not even close to good, but great. And now to buy some chaise lounges for the pool.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
mobile post: suggestion
You know, things make a lot more sense if you think about them.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Oh, Pistons game is Thursday, not Friday. Good for me.
Labels: basketball, sports
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Well, the series is all tied up. Ben Wallace is a friggin man on fire. Big question, since there is now a Game 6, do I dare go back down to San Antonio? Maybe I can wear my victory cigar jersey? In my haste I did make a slight miscalculation for this trip to my folk's place. I leave next Friday which could be Game 7.
It's barely past six and my house is still (already?) hot as hell. Does heat ever leave this place?
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
mobile post: fyi
If you're out of the office for a week, don't ch ch choose that day to try a new parking spot.
I don't know about that doctor I'm seeing. I just called up to check on my follow-up appointment for tomorrow (I'm not sure what time it is). So I call and got a pretty standard message, something like "We're open from 8 to 5 Monday through Friday, closed from 12 - 1:15 for lunch. If this is an emergency, call 911."
Then it gets weird; "If you're still listening to this message and still need help, you need psychological analysis."
WTF?! Isn't that odd? And slightly unprofessional for a doctor? Or should I just not care as long as the prescriptions are valid?
Then it gets weird; "If you're still listening to this message and still need help, you need psychological analysis."
WTF?! Isn't that odd? And slightly unprofessional for a doctor? Or should I just not care as long as the prescriptions are valid?
Should I be pissed off just because somebody used "DOH" instead of "D'OH"?
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Shit, this damn work thing kept me from making posts for nearly two days.
Anyway, yet another wacky dream. I'm in a cul-de-sac where it would seem more appropriate for slot machines, but there are phones there. I'm there with my brother and my nephew trying to figure out the two digit access code for the phone. Next thing I know, I have a calling card and am trying to make a call when I realize I don't need the calling card anymore. So I head to a kiosk to cash it in. But instead of cashing it in for cash, I have the option of using it to get points for travel or something like that. I then realize, after the deed is done, that I have nowhere close to enough points to get anything. Foiled again!
I wonder why I'm remember so many dreams as of late; could it be because I'm remembering some that I'm trying to remember more or could it just be because I'm all hopped up on meds?
Oh, Pistons victory! Two more coming before we head to San Antonio for a Game 6 victory.
Anyway, yet another wacky dream. I'm in a cul-de-sac where it would seem more appropriate for slot machines, but there are phones there. I'm there with my brother and my nephew trying to figure out the two digit access code for the phone. Next thing I know, I have a calling card and am trying to make a call when I realize I don't need the calling card anymore. So I head to a kiosk to cash it in. But instead of cashing it in for cash, I have the option of using it to get points for travel or something like that. I then realize, after the deed is done, that I have nowhere close to enough points to get anything. Foiled again!
I wonder why I'm remember so many dreams as of late; could it be because I'm remembering some that I'm trying to remember more or could it just be because I'm all hopped up on meds?
Oh, Pistons victory! Two more coming before we head to San Antonio for a Game 6 victory.
Labels: basketball, dreams, sports
Oh, criminal activities I'm used to, but claims of being Father of Jebus? Now that's fresh. Florida State: New and improved!
Monday, June 13, 2005
I've decided to cash in some mileage and head to see my folks next weekend. I figure Northwest is going out of business anyway (sorry, neolefty) so I might as well spend them while I can.
Labels: neolefty
mobile post: Damn Time Warmer
When I actually need my GD home network locks up. Damn you Road Runner! I'm siding with that coyote.
I keep wanting to like Mario Batali, but he still has that coughing thing going on on when he's cooking. I mean, I don't even watch his normal show all that much, mostly just Iron Chef America. No coughing that I notice on ICA, but on his regular show, Molto Mario, he's always hacking up. The food looks good, but not with all that flem.
Man, wacky dream last night. I was in London with a few friends (two of my oldest friends and I think neolefty or S. Money) wandering down some side street and we were talking about be cautious to prevent pickpockets when my one of my friends lifted another of the guys wallet to show him how easy it was. Then we wanted some food and asked a passer by for a recommendation. The woman recommend a restaurant down the next block with lots of ladies, but we instead go to this place right across the street. We have to walk up a flight of outside stairs to get to the food area and order burgers. None of us could finish them as they weren't any good, but I asked for the fries to go. We all talk about heading towards Big Ben & Parliament and possibly getting some food down there. I head down the stairs and the place is packed; then I realize it is a tourist bus. And they're singing songs. A singing tourist bus, very interesting.
Labels: dreams, neolefty, s. money
I just saw Dirty Harry harpoon some bad guy to some building. Now that's pretty cool. Almost worth being up early for.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Man, the Pistons are playing like total dog shit. And this is just the kind of bullshit performance I dreaded. Pretty much the Pistons are playing so bad as to invalidate their championship from last year. They've got to win a couple of games at home to take the mud out of their face.
Labels: basketball, sports
So I'm interested in getting some new (read: any) lounging furniture for the pool. Well, me and Chilly checked out this place yesterday. Turns out the ones one sale matched the chair set Seerwah gave me some time ago, just a different color. Slight problem: the computer was out of commission. I gave my number and the lady called me earlier today to say their warehouse didn't have any.
Well, you know me, I have no faith in people so I decided to hit another location (funny, actually, me and Chilly hit a store farther away than necessary). And guess what? Their warehouse had two chaise lounges in green. Shocking. So I'll have something nice to lay on after leaving my pool this weekend. And, hopefully, this weekend those chairs will be the only thing green in my pool area.
Well, you know me, I have no faith in people so I decided to hit another location (funny, actually, me and Chilly hit a store farther away than necessary). And guess what? Their warehouse had two chaise lounges in green. Shocking. So I'll have something nice to lay on after leaving my pool this weekend. And, hopefully, this weekend those chairs will be the only thing green in my pool area.
Labels: chilly, house, seerwah
I had a dream that JMVC wanted to go to the new Wal-Mart near the new Mopac-35 interchange. I guess boring dreams occur when you get ten plus hours of it. BTW, got out of bed with a lot less pain this morning. Thank God I woke up at 9 just to pop my pills.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
I was able to get out of bed a lot quicker than yesterday. I have a lot of people to thank for this moment but mostly the person or persons responsible for developing the drugs that I am currently on.
Friday, June 10, 2005
After a few hours sleep, I've got my drugs! Time to drug myself up and be in bed for a few days.
mobile post: something for the pain?
I can remember why I go to the doctor as rarely as possible, too damn much waiting. But I am close to getting the drugs I hope will make the rest of my future bright.
I'm back to just walking like a hunchback! Better than walking sideways!
So I think I might need to call in the Marines; it took me about 30 minutes to make it to my laptop to tell them I'll be in a hospital for the next couple years.
Well, I'm home, wiped out, pissed off, but still happy I went. How many chances do you get to see your team in such a situation? Well, there's Sunday, I guess.
OK, a couple shots of Jack and I'm to bed.
OK, a couple shots of Jack and I'm to bed.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
mobile post: lost cause
This game's gone to shit. Total and udder shit.
mobile post: some advice
Hey Pistons, how about giving Rasheed the friggin ball some time? Jebus, get the ball inside. Do something, anything!
Labels: basketball, sports
mobile post: halftime, thank God
The Pistons came out in the first quarter like gangbuster and somehow have a lead at half-time. I have no clue how. They're now playing like total shit. From shooting nearly 60% to under 40 in less than a quarter. And how do I get to kill half-time? Bryan Adams is playing. It only gets better, music wise here.
Labels: basketball, sports
mobile post: sightings
Hakeem Olajuwon and Clyde Drexler are sitting to my left. Well, the section to my left.
mobile post: please start the game...
I can't believe the pain of standing up for the national anthem just to have Will Smith come on afterwards. Please kill me.
mobile post: in and ready
As ready as I can be, I guess. In my seat and walking only somewhat gingerly. Opposite from the pregame crew on the same side as the players. maybe I'm buy the Pistons entrance?
Labels: basketball, sports
mobile post: at last!
I guess it has only begun, but I have a flare for the dramatic. Anyway, I pried myself into my car (after some well needed food from JMVC), sat through 45 minutes of traffic just to get out of Austin, but an now on my way to a Game 1 victory in San Antonio. There better be. Go Pistons!
Labels: basketball, jmvc, sports
So my back's in no better shape, but I can't not not miss this damn game. I tried out the car, I can sit down without being in too much pain. The problem will be with me walking around like a hunchback
I am laid out on my chest on the floor. I did something walking around and can not even stand up straight. That damn hot tub screwed me. Anyone want a ticket to an NBA Finals game?
I had a dream that I Jamaica with my oldest friend and it was pretty much a military compound from the airport on. And I was shorter or crawling or something as I was seeing a bunch of barrel's of M-16 from the ground up. And it was very sterile place with lots of white walls, almost like the first Star Wars movie. And there were lots of dogs around there. Not much of a tourist destination from my dream, I'll say.
Labels: dreams
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
I think I'll jump in the hot tub. Might as well get some use out of that bad boy. Time to crank up the heat!
The question is, do I wear my Darko jersey or go with no jersey at all? I'm leaning towards no jersey.
So the Pistons-Spurs game (actually, all of them) is at 8 PM CT so I should have no problem getting down to the game after work. Still, I don't know if I trust that e-ticket I bought on eBay so I'm heading down way early. I'd rather spend some more cash on food there then get stuck without access to the arena.
Rumor has it JMVC will have a watching party so I'll have to make sure to make a real ass of myself.
Rumor has it JMVC will have a watching party so I'll have to make sure to make a real ass of myself.
Labels: basketball, jmvc, sports
I've queued up a bunch of reviews, but the proof will be in the pudding. Will that be enough of a motivator? Time will tell.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
I saw a Father's Day commercial for some outside chairs. More accurately, lounge chairs. The ones I saw would go perfectly with the chairs I was bequeathed from Seerwah.
Labels: seerwah
I'm starting to regret getting a new phone as there are several cool ones coming out. There are one or two coming out from Nokia that have streaming capabilities and lots more memory. I know, regretting something already? Shocking.
I did say "Screw it" and now have a ticket for Thursday's game in San Antonio. Go Pistons!
Labels: basketball, sports
So I popped open that fun Social Security thing. I'm sure everyone has gotten one of these things, but it details your life-to-date earnings and projections for SS benefits. Well, it's got a history of my income; I made a whole $516 in 1986 then took two years off from working. Now that's living.
But, seriously, I wonder if there's a way to put these figures into Dubya's plan to see what kind of distributions I'd be looking at. I've got to work like I've been doing to get less than $1400 per month when I'm 62. I'm better off getting disabled now and getting near $1700.
But, seriously, I wonder if there's a way to put these figures into Dubya's plan to see what kind of distributions I'd be looking at. I've got to work like I've been doing to get less than $1400 per month when I'm 62. I'm better off getting disabled now and getting near $1700.
So what to do about this Pistons game? I'm thinking of saying "screw it" and spend some cash for a lower bowl seat. I mean, how often do you get to see one of your teams play in a championship game? Or even have the opportunity? Screw it, I say.
Labels: basketball, sports
Oh, I had another dream that somebody was going to come visit in a couple weeks. And that would've required me to do some work on the place. I think my middle Orlando friend, but I'm not sure.
Labels: dreams
I had this dream that I was staying at some condo that my folks owned. I walked out of it and was locked out so I had to run to another condo across town to get the keys for the first place. And the look of the buildings seemed to like good ol' London town but all the people I ran into were as American as high school shoot ups. Man, I can only hope my folks have some random condos laying around. London, Hoboken, I don't care.
Labels: dreams
Monday, June 06, 2005
And the Pistons win again! They won after losing Game 5 and are the first team in like 23 years to win Game 7 on the road. Pretty impressive. I gave them little chance, but I'll be heading down to San Antonio for Thursday or Sunday's game come hell or high water.
Labels: basketball, sports
So the White Stripes have a new album coming out tomorrow and the first I hear of it is an article in the Austin-American Statesman.
I'm not really looking forward to the Pistons game tonight. I'm glad I missed it on Saturday; maybe I'll do the same tonight but I doubt it.
Labels: basketball, sports
I had a dream somebody didn't like my glasses. That can't be.
Labels: dreams
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Well, I guess I'll have to go to work tomorrow as I did not win the lottery. And such squandering I had planned.
After nearly eight hours of relative inactivity I decided to run and get some vitals from Central Market. Now I can kick back and cook my steak and watch (more) TV. Another glorious weekend of accomplishments at the house.
One of my buddies (The Player) from the Brazil trip called me last night. He basically called to confirm that Brahma was the beer we drank down there. We've established this 30 second Brazil-related conversation approach: we have our Brazil question, we call, the other confirms or denies, and then we end the call. Very short and to the point. And, when needed, helpful.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
I was watching the television thingy and I heard a familiar sound: it was Razorlight on a commercial (Golden Touch if you care which song). I'm not sure if I'm disapointed or happy.
Labels: music
I had this dream that I was in a Las Vegas casino wandering around with Emeril Lagasse and Bobby Flay. Bobby was only interested in playing black jack on a ten dollar table.
Labels: dreams
Friday, June 03, 2005
mobile post: don't take a right on 2244
When you're going south on 360. GD CF for sure.
What's up with these crazy ass new nickels? They is nuts. Fancy scipt "Liberty" really makes me take it for granted. And Jefferson's got a new, in-your-face attitude. Almost like Furious D.
There's this bullshit article about amusement parks and they don't even mention Cedar Point. I immediately question the validity of the information contained within.
I'm using the Coke machine to change nickles into quarters. Lot of fun stuff going around here, today for sure. And that's really going old school. Me and Dre would do that in Connecticut.
Man, the day's looking up. This thing I was thinking would crash and burn didn't. It's all done. Hallelujah, Praise Jebus!
mobile post: bring on Noah!
I'm taking care of this flood insurance thing right now. A ton of fun for sure. Anyway, the shit will be hitting the fan today at work, I'm pretty sure. Well beyond my control, for sure. Big companies really do suck. As does insurance.
Well, The Oasis is beginning rebuilding efforts tomorrow. And they're trying to open up the part that didn't burn down some time this weekend. I guess that's good news.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
And the Pistons dropped a giant turn in Miami tonight. Rasheed Wallace only had two points? I don't know how they won the last game as the last three have been the worst games I've seen the Pistons play all season. Well, at least for the playoffs. And it's not like the Heat are playing so great, either. I'm glad I won't have access to a TV on Saturday. Best not burden myself with such miserable action.
Labels: basketball, sports
After numerous times putting it off, I've actually put some new tunes on my PDA. Now when LAUNCHcast craps out on me at the office. Crazy proxy servers around this place. At least now I have a backup.
And speaking of backup, I need to get the hell out of the office and get set for the Pistons game tonight. I'm a bit worried about this one, but hopefully the Pistons can keep frustrating Shaq and his little friend. Regardless, I don't like game 7's so a win tonight would help out.
And speaking of backup, I need to get the hell out of the office and get set for the Pistons game tonight. I'm a bit worried about this one, but hopefully the Pistons can keep frustrating Shaq and his little friend. Regardless, I don't like game 7's so a win tonight would help out.
Labels: basketball, sports
Sunshine's wedding reception/party thing is this weekend. So that's Saturday. Friday's JMVC's happy hour. And that, my friends, officially puts an end to my theorectical "quiet" weekend. At least it happened sooner this time around.
The roof wasn't nearly as water logged as I had feared, which is good. All brushed off and ready for the hot day ahead to dry it off. Hopefully the rain tomorrow won't be too severe and I can be Tar Man again.
And JMVC's planning a happy hour at Mean Eyed Cat on Friday. Two weeks in a row there, it's become 2005's B Sides.
And JMVC's planning a happy hour at Mean Eyed Cat on Friday. Two weeks in a row there, it's become 2005's B Sides.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Paris Hilton is on Letterman and she is a total and complete waste of space. And she somehow got three segments to remind me of her vapidness. I thought Dave was choosey about that sort of thing.
No more damage inside from the leak. I can hopefully get up on the roof and get the standing water off and be good for a little bit longer. "Little bit" being the operative words here as I'll be rich, RICH I SAY, after Friday's lottery.
And what more to complicate my flood insurance? Turns out my house is old enough to not need the elevation certificate. Actually using it would make my premiums higher. I'll still be saving some money, but about half less than I thought and I dropped three bills on that certificate. I love home ownership only slightly less than I love insurance.
Scoff by Nirvana. Their worst song.
Apparently there was some lightning strike at The Oasis early today causing a fire that pretty much destroyed it. At least all the fancy wood decks there. Well, I guess that's what you get for having shitty food and overpriced drinks. Something like nine bucks a shot? That's ridiculous.
Uh oh, the leak's back. And it's supposed to rain all day. And Bubba has my ladder. I thought that leak would've repaired itself by now.
Labels: bubba
It's weird the kind of shit you do when you wake up real early. I've made some posts, checked out some accounts, done some laundry and, most importantly, I found the cash I thought I had spent on Sunday night. I had thought I had spent it going on getting loaded and all, but I vaguely recalled using my credit card. And what to I find in one of my spare rooms? My cash. That is indeed better than a poke to the eye.
Holy shit it's raining like a mofo. Woke me, the rain did.
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