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OK, pasta cooking class last night was great, but I got home so early and to bed so early that I've been up for over two hours. Helpful because I need to run some errands before the wedding (I might even get a haircut), but still I don't know if I'll be able to fit in a nap. A nap is needed before an open bar.

I had a review of this work thing today and didn't get it done yesterday so I knew I'd have to work some last night. Well, Bubba easily convinced me to go out for dinner to Pappadeaux though the punk was still hurting from his party last Friday and didn't drink. Well, we finished up with out fun, then I decided to postpone my work even longer by meeting up Pot Roast at Sherlock's (I never imagined I'd wait in a line at a bar two minutes from my house). I headed home around midnight and started working back at this spreadsheet (damn thing!); I was up until nearly before calling it an evening and passing out. So, I had a review of it and the meeting ended a whole 45 minutes early. I like that.

So I guess that working late last night paid off. And let's not get into me not doing much of anything yesterday afternoon which caused me to work late to begin with. That would just muddy the waters.

Labels: bubba

I had this dream that I was driving some big old school Cadillac with some people in it that I couldn't make out but they seemed to be friends. We were going through a really bad part of town in what seemed to be New York. Then while going through a really narrow street,there was some sort of incident like shooting or an explosion. I wanted to continue on and avoid the trouble, but the people in the car convinced me to stop and help. Then there was some running between the car and where some wounded folks were pinned down. I think they all should just burn in hell instead.

I need some more sleep.

Labels: dreams

I got a nice early birthday gift from my friends at Marlboro, a deck of playing cards with some Texas Hold' Em extras included.

Here's a story that's sure to be lost in the news, the IRA has called for a cease to all violence. This was crazy shit back in the 70's and 80's. Good thing the Brits have a new type of religious fundamentalism to deal with.

The suit has been picked up, so there's one thing off the wedding checklist. Now I need to get on my coworker to finish wrapping my wedding gift.

I'm was on the phone with my boss (yes, at 9:15 PM) and she said something that she couldn't ever imagine me being mean to anyone. I was so glad when I heard the connection end with her not asking for any references.

Holy shit, I'm in a quandry: I've got to access this internal site but that will force me to remove my proxy settings. And that'll cause me to not listen to LAUNCHcast. And that's the only thing keeping me from ripping something/anything out of the wall. Damn it, I have to do it.

About a month or so ago, I called up my bug guy for the quarterly treatment and got no reply. Not only did I get no reply, but I got an out of area of service message. I figured his was on some sort of vacation so I tried again a week or so later (always an "or so" with me) with the same reply. Well, I checked with the girl I know who recommended him and she said Ricky (his name) hadn't followed through on their appointment but had another guy come by. So I took his information, called him up and set up an appointment for last week.

Through a miscommunication, I showed up at my house a bit late for the appointment (I thought it was at 5 and he, apparently, thought it was at 4:30). So I waited at my house until 6:30 then called him up. He returned my call and we rescheduled for today at 8 am (he had left his info outside my door, but didn't call me which I thought was odd. I mean, if someone's late and you have their number don't you call them?). I arranged to work from home yesterday so it wasn't that much of a problem.

A bit before 8 am he called to say that he had a flat and would be over as soon as he could, most likely in an hour. I told him I was home all day until 2:30 so there was no rush. Well, that wasn't the best thing to have said in retrospect.

Around 10:30, I called him again and left him a message. He called back and said the fix of the car took longer than he anticipated and that he was hitting an appointment on the way before coming over. I just reiterated the 2:30 cut-off (I had an errand to run).

Well, 10:30 turns into 11:30 which turned into 2. Mind you, I actually do some work at home so this time went by quickly, but I finally called up around 2:15 saying I was heading out and that he could come over past 4 or call to reschedule.

I run my errand, no call. And then I called this morning to set something up. Still nothing. What the fuck is this, a bad episode of Seinfeld? I mean, I miss an appointment so you fuck up my day? That's a hell of a way to run a business. Real funny thing is that while I give a shit about getting blown off, but you can't really inconvenience me. I got a flexible schedule, ass hole. What you need to understand is that why you were sitting on your high horse thinking you got one over on somebody, I was getting paid exhorbitant amounts of money to baby sit people over phone. And that was between laps in the pool. Think about that, fucknaton.

I guess I jinxed the shuttle. Stupid foam. Now I'm going to be hearing nothing on the news but the shuttle. Damn me!

I just read that the space shuttle crew was doing some analysis of the outer hull. Funny, I didn't know the shuttle had even taken off. Its not like I was in a vacuum yesterday; I had the television, listened to the radio, and was online all day. You'd figure a good piece of news like that would have gotten some play, but why play anything that's positive in the news?

I had this dream my dad and I were at some work conference. I had done something worth mentioning and he kept grabbing the mic to announce it. Nobody was paying any attention and he got more and more irritated each time he screamed into the microphone. Good ol' dad embarrassing me even in my dreams.

Labels: dreams

Long story short, I was talking to a colleague about wedding gifts (and my intent on not wrapping them) and she was so mortified that she volunteered to wrap them. I like it!

Reason #47 why to quit my job and open a bar: I've got this shitty spreadsheet I need to update before tomorrow for some budget exercise. I spent a good portion of yesterday working on this thing and bitch about the shitty template to my boss at the end of the day. As an assist, she points me in the direction of a colleague. So I start asking her questions that she can't answer. She ends up calling me to tell me how shitty the spreadsheet is and that everyone has issues with it
and then basically bitches for 15 minutes about it. At least she was nice and was more like commiserating than anything else.

So I'm stuck making shit up. Again. Glad to see I work for a company of a 150,000 plus and they don't have a GD spreadsheet to add up any estimates.

Picked up the gift at Crate & Barrell for the wedding. I'm making good progress, though I need to drop off the suit tomorrow some time.

After more than months of delays, I finally picked up this picture from this silent auction I won. I should take a picture of the picture and put it up. It ain't too bad.

Bubba called and I pissed off or offended nearly everyone who I came into contact with at his party. I'm so proud of myself. Man, if only I had been trying. I thought all I did was badger Bubba, but I'm glad I spread the wealth.

Labels: bubba

So I'm on this wacked out project and my boss wanted me to have a daily status call. The only time everyone was avaiable was 1 PM CT. So now I'm on this call and nobody's shown up. I love it!

I woke up and instead of jumping in the shower and getting ready for work, I remembered I had a blue pool to jump into (well, I didn't jump, but I did get in). Did a few laps and lounged before heading back in to get ready. Moments like that just about make up for the pain in the ass getting it ready.

Just finished A Twist at The End. A very enjoyable read, if only I wrote reviews any more. Well, neolefty's draft is next on the list.

Labels: reading

I had planned on going down to Town Lake, but JMVC called up and reminded me of my Sunday tradition of me drinking two dollar imports at Antonio's 183. 101X was doing a remote and I think he won a free Ski Doo rental. And it gave me time to realize I should continue drinking and using my pool. I think 420 and Patches are on their way over. Leftover beer is almost as good as fresh beer!

Oh, and my dad called up. He and my mom just got back to their place and were back using the computer. There's no sign that of trouble and he doesn't suspect that I flew back to fix it. Another case solved.

Labels: 420, jmvc, music, technology

JMVC's stand-in left a bit ago and I'm about to pass out. Good times on a short notice party. Good times with the pool and playing some cards. The Saw put a pretty good fight at the card table and, for some reason, didn't get any return on investment. I think house rules should be second place gets something. All in all, a good time. But when you're have Chappelle Show on in the background (followed by Stripes) you can't go wrong.

A pretty sad walk/jog down at Town Lake, but I did stop on they way home and gave blood. And I rewarded myself with buying a steak to cook up for dinner. Just finished a salad and the meat is marinating as we speak (man, that doesn't sound so cool).

Anyway, the place is shaping up nicely for the tonight's events. 420 sent out an evite at 8 am so I guess it is really happening. The pool, btw, looks blue. FRIGGIN BLUE! There's nothing that me and several hundred dollars of chemicals can't do!

Labels: 420

Started off the evening trying to find Boulevard Bar & Grill to meet up w/Mac, 420 & Patches. Key word there is "trying" because the directions I got off Yahoo! were all kinds of f'd up. I called up Patches and he was like "why are you up there?" Yahoo!'s directions had me going off of McNeil, not Far West. Not even close. We had some snacks and beers before I headed to Bubba's party.

And you know what, Bubba's party wasn't nearly as lame as I had feared. He did immediately bitch at me for being late (it's tough being everyone's favorite person, some times more the albatros). So I pretty much hung out in the kitchen in the kitchen playing trivia and avoiding every couple rounds of shots, but that didn't stop Bubba from insuating I wasn't doing enough to entertain everyone. I can only do so much; I am only one man, but it could've been worse. And it was great seeing someone else being the drunken jack ass at a party. All the pointing and staring from a different set of eyes!

Well, I'm taking my slightly hungover ass down to Town Lake.

Labels: 420, bubba, mac

Well, the tonight should be interesting because Bubba's got a party going on. Well, more like Mrs. Bubba's party, but that necessitates a stop by. And I'm sure Bubba will expect me to entertain the masses. My gift to the masses, I guess.

Regardless about the results of the party, the pool is looking good enough to swim in and I might just do that this weekend.

Labels: bubba

Man, that Michael Clarke Duncan guy was on Cold Pizza this morning to promote The Island and he got into an argument with Skip Bayless about Lance Armstrong. Clueless Bayless was saying something about Lance not being an athlete because bike riding wasn't a real sport. I don't know exactly what, but Duncan was refuting his claim instead of being interviewed. He was sitting in another portion of the studio just hollering over everyone and they had haphazardly put together shot of Skip responding. It was great TV.

Labels: minutia, sports, television

And I thought I had enough to do already then my boss called me up and explained how I needed another couple cart loads of documentation completed. We're talking countless hours of totally useless work. On top of the hours and hours of worthless work I do now. I need to start that bar with JMVC.

Labels: jmvc

I had an appointment this morning and this girl their said I was bubbly. I had no idea what it was and assumed it was street lingo for asshole. Well, then she flat out called me a morning person. I almost had to slap her to stop that nonsense.

I had a dream that a giant cockroach was running around my house. So I ran to get some bug spray, sprayed it, and then realized it was a lobster. I'm not sure you're supposed to eat lobster after spraying it with bug spray, but I think I would've been tempted.

Labels: dreams

So I just got back from checking out The Island with JMVC and company. The movie was decent and worth a look-see, just not at the theatre. I'd wait until it came out on video. Man, I really should write a review.

But the most impressive thing about the show was my bladder. I needed to use the facilities before the movie started and for reasons unknown even to me, I put it off and off until it would've meant missing some of the movie. But that didn't stop me from having a few beers, no way. And just to show the bladder who was really boss, I waited until I was home to take that best-in-show piss. God bless my bladder!

Now let me get to that crazy Cramer guy on CNBC.

Labels: jmvc, movies

So my buddy Tai Chi got stuck in that Hurricane thing:

TaiChi (4:37:03 PM): thought I would check in after my excursion to Mexico - have a story that rivals a purveyor tale
thepurveyor (4:37:13 PM): really?
thepurveyor (4:37:15 PM): i like it
TaiChi (4:37:25 PM): 1.) went to Cozumel for a family wedding
TaiChi (4:38:17 PM): 2.) 25 of us arrived on 7/11, on 7/14 we asked would would happen if the hurricane came. Tour company assured us they would evacuate us.
TaiChi (4:38:49 PM): 3.) 30 more people grabbed flights down for the wedding on 7/15. Tour company assured all of them we would be evacuated in style in the event of a hurricane
thepurveyor (4:39:15 PM): i don't like where this is going
TaiChi (4:39:52 PM): 4.) Moved the wedding from Sunday night to Saturday morning. Immediately after the wedding the resort called a meeting and said we all had to be out of the hotel by 7PM that night. Contacted the tour company and they said you are on your own.
TaiChi (4:41:02 PM): 5.) lead an evacuation of 40 some odd people (39 actually so previuos numbers were wrong) off the island, found shelter from the hurricane and got the fuck off the Pennisula at 3AM CDT on Tuesday morning
thepurveyor (4:41:34 PM): you lead it?
TaiChi (4:41:43 PM): was a hell of a ride - slept about 8 hrs between Saturday night and arrival back in Houston about 5AM on Tuesday morning (2 of those hrs were on the plane ride)
thepurveyor (4:41:44 PM): man, a hurrican makes people desperate
TaiChi (4:42:07 PM): well you know me - people were wondering what the hell to do
TaiChi (4:42:37 PM): I said you have 30 minutes to pack your shit and get down to the lobby we are getting off the island
TaiChi (4:42:58 PM): unfortunately once off the island I was unable to arrange transportation off the pennisula
TaiChi (4:43:51 PM): fortunately one of my cousins (there were 10 of us down there so one of them was bound to step up) found a 5 star resort with a private shelter with enough rooms to accomodate all of us
TaiChi (4:44:23 PM): at this point a family of 5 says fuck this crazy TaiChi cousin plan we are out of here and they bolt to the airport - they eventually get a flight to Mexico City
TaiChi (4:44:54 PM): the remaining 34 check into the 5 star hotel and drink most of the night - too wired to sleep
TaiChi (4:45:26 PM): the next morning another couple decide the hurricane is a force 4 and we are in Playa Del Carmen - right in the path
TaiChi (4:45:37 PM): shelter or not this is not a good place to be so they bolt
TaiChi (4:45:53 PM): they wind up in a shelter with the general population - not a good move on their part
TaiChi (4:46:47 PM): the rest of us wind up in this private shelter, we had food and water. the shelter was in a private school so my family and friends of the family had a private room
TaiChi (4:47:40 PM): I spend the entire time wet and cold - trying to move others to safer areas once shit started falling from the ceiling and blowing off the walls
TaiChi (4:48:33 PM): then I was part of the cleanup effort to get the room back in shape so the others could return - they were standing room only in a large auditorium that appeared to be more structurally sound than the clasrooms
TaiChi (4:49:04 PM): certain sense of pride when I looked around the next morning and saw the other classrooms were flooded and had been adobondoned
TaiChi (4:49:57 PM): we cleaned up the water and shit that had blown off the walls/ceiling in ours and had people back inside within an hr of the time the worst part of the storm had passed
TaiChi (4:50:13 PM): it was sleeping on a hard tile floor, but it beat the shit out of standing for the remainder of the night
TaiChi (4:50:41 PM): on Monday my uncle started working his magic and got us all on a plane out
TaiChi (4:51:44 PM): now my sister the attorney is working her magic - drafter a letter with terms like 'breach of contract', 'depraved indifference', and 'reckless endangerment of human life'
TaiChi (4:51:55 PM): if I am rich the next time you see me you will know what happened
TaiChi (4:54:29 PM): I intend to punch up the story a bit for the screen play - insert more sex and violence to insure Brad Pitt will play me in the movie
thepurveyor (5:13:10 PM): that would be a plan
thepurveyor (5:13:12 PM): though the first step will be posting this to my site
thepurveyor (5:13:21 PM): replacing you with me

Tai Chi: from now on to be known as Hurricane!

Labels: tai chi

I started the day with three days to finish off about 9 hours worth of administrative crap (in addition to my normal work) and now I have another log on the fire that will to take the place of the one item I did complete. Quite the bureaucracy I'm involved with.

JMVC's mom somehow procured screening tickets to The Island with my boy Ewan. I like going into a movie knowing next to nothing about it. I even got an extra ticket and Flasman's going. It'll be a good time being at the Alamo down south.

Labels: movies

Some cat keeps coming down to the vending machine on my floor and getting stuff stuck. Then he's always banging the fuck out of the thing. What's that old school less about fool me twice, shame on me? Well, this asshole is well past shame and closing into the realm of extermination.

Jumping on a three hour call about cultural transformation. And it seems as if I need so pay attention. Good thing is this whole subject is BS and I'm a master of it.

Somebody actually finished my book! That a boy, neolefty!

Labels: neolefty

Note to self: pepperoncini isn't a variation of a pepperoni. I got a pizza from Austin Pizza and didn't think I'd be learning something about pickled peppers.

Man, they changed the Sportscenter intro video and there is no longer proper representation from Detroit teams. Last time, three of the four major sports had Detroit teams; not any more. I think all were there but the Lions.

Labels: football, sports

So my VCR is acting weird. On low channels it is fine, but mid-channels it doesn't record sound and on high channels it records the sound in Spanish. That doesn't really help me too much.

This blows, there's a great recipe on TV for veal and I cooked up what I had in a different way (that wasn't nearly as good as that roled veal on the tube). Oh well, maybe next time.

Anoter several miles down at Town Lake, though this time with Chilly (though I did grab food with Bubba again). And we didn't avoid the rain this time, but it wasn't too bad. I am a little concerned that all the attractive girls are avoiding coming down to Town Lake because of the weather (or Chilly's presense). I don't like it.

Labels: bubba, chilly

A friend recommended someone to take a look at the pool and they came by around 9 this morning. I was passed out as much as possible before and almost immediately afterwards. I'm hoping this will be the fix of fixes.

Bubba interupted that last portion of sleep and and we went to grab some food. We were total gluttons at Shady Grove, though we made up for it by walking about 5 miles down at Town Lake. As a result, I only felt half-way like shit afterwards. We did manage to avoid the rain.

Labels: bubba, food

I'll be blunt and say I've had "accomplishments" in life that would surely surpass wanton dreams. And when I say "accomplishments" I mean only stupid, idiotic situations that are completely worthless to pretty much everyone but the scant few who check out this site for such exploits. Well, I have one from last night that should pretty much confirm: the control sample, I am not.

So, I was sitting on my couch when JMVC called me up. He wanted to get a drink and I was hooked before he evened finished the sentence; this shitty week had me wanting to do someting, anything to get my mind on that shit storm.

The slight problem began there, but if was more about logistics. We checked a couple places off our list just because of the crowds. See, the difficulty of drinking on Friday night is well known as everyone else and their brother/sister goes out for some sort of substenance on Friday thus pushing the establishments to the maximum (and I'm not sure if its because they've got nothing else going on or that if you look them square in the eye they (and you) realize this isn't the campanign they should be putting forth, that really they're out just to get loaded and forget whatever the pain is at the current moment).

Anyway, we hit the old school favorite, Trudy's, before down sorta south to Mean Eyed Cat for beer and a couple games of billiards. The beer was cheap, but the problem is that during the best of five the best pool played turns up. Unfortunately, that was JMVC. I hate to admit that someone is better at pool than me, but I can't be perfect at everything can I? The good thing is that it only ended up being one game lost, so I'll consider myself formatted.

After that was the fun! Checking on Queen G's dog or so it was sold to me (they all, so I hear, have some sort of living thing going on so forgive me if I confuse the cat/dog/pig thing that people got a' going these days).

Leave there to hit the wicked, wicked East side of town. I can't claim to know where we went, but I'll say it was good. "Good" is a word that can be defined many ways, but there was something going through my head like "This place is in outside of my comfort zone, but it is ok".

So we walked into this place and many of JMVC's friends were outside and having a good time (e.g. gettng loaded). Shocking.

After the introductions and, in some cases, reintroductions were made JMVC pointed out that there was an inside to this mystery bar. And not only was their a mystery bar there, but it was filled with the local Hispanic population. I typically would'nt mention such a thing, but outside was lilly white (beside JMVC) so there must have been some demarcation line that I continued to cross ("continued" becuase that's where the short line to the bar was. I'm no fool, drinking wise).

We sucked through numerous more beers over the next couple hours and me, being the ever observant person I am, noticed that at table had some extra alcohol not being taken advantage of. I was a bit off-putten because this was good booze; Crown GD Royal and a 1/5 Tito's. Well, I am a problem solver and this sort of thing should be solved because the next best alternative is the trash can. And, I'll confess, the trash can isn't the best place to store paid or free booze. I had to act.

I haphasardly checked to make sure nobody was watching and snaggged Crown. It was a small bottle and easily fit in my jeans at the small of may back. Clock check said it was over about thirty minutes before the bar closed, but that's concerns for other folk, not me.

After a bit more of time, we were close to leaving and me (despite the beers) being the ever-observant one, noticed the bottle of vodka was still abandoned (ABANDONED!). Well, the short of my back was full, so I felt good with the whiskey so the vodka wasn't really that much of a concern.

And then the announcement came that the bar was closed. I double checked around the bar and walked over to the Tito's, grabbed it, and walked right out the door (well, it wasn't a door, it was more an entryway but the swinging door would've been apropos but I can't change portals). I made some sort of motion to JMVC that I was out of there, but I headed straight to his car with the booze in tow.

He came to the car, opened up the door and I made the announcement that no soldier was left behind. And, in this case, some were kidnapped and soon to be slaughtered.

And now I am at my home about to pass out.

So the short of the story is I have more vodka and whiskey at my house. FYI.

Labels: drinking, jmvc

I'm just chillin' and then JMVC calls up. I don't know what will happen, but I put a blanket apology out now.

Labels: jmvc

I'm glad I jumped on the roof because now my roof's got some time to dry. Man, it was soaked. Damn rain, why can't it be softer? Don't they have machines for that?

What to do with your late evening? How about jumping on the roof and brushing off some water? Lot's of fun. I'm sure my neighbors were wondering why there was a flashlight flying around at that hour.

Labels: house

Now there's some water coming in through the light in the kitchen. Batten down the hatches!

So I'm on a call about a spreadsheet I created some two months ago for my old group. They're asking ME about its intent and updatingg it. And they've been updating it in the last two months? So why they need me, I do not know. WTF?! I've mentioned that several times and they (just two people) don't seem to get the clue.

People are all asking me how I feel about the NHL labor's situation being resolved (well, that's a lie. Nobody's asked me, but that hasn't stopped me before. Isn't that what deathmetalthunder.com is all about? That and stories about midgets at strip clubs). Well, I'll tell you that I'm still indifferent. The owners took the last player offer and wouldn't budge on their proposal and a whole season of hockey was lost. I won't say that I feel sorry for anyone on that side of the fence consider they all make lots of money (and, hopefully, spend lots of money), but the players made a lot of concessions and the owners refused it. And what do the fans get? A whole lost hockey season and an expectation that we'll come back to the game. Well, I'm pretty hard-core hockey fan (as one can be this far south of a team), but I'm not all jazzed up over the season coming. I had a year of not having it so adjusting back might take six months or a year. Or maybe never. I'm leaning away from the never option, but you never know. All I'm saying is I'm not welcoming anyone back with open arms.

And I'm wondering whether to get the Center Ice package (that's basically one of those dealy-deals that lets you see virtually all of the game). I'm leaning towards not.

This is awesome: http://www.craigslist.org/sfc/roo/84247540.html

"kink and leather-friendly!" YES! We have a winner!

Hey Bubba, your favorite person at my work was talking about getting a bike and exercising. I bit my lip so hard (not to laugh) that its bleeding.

Labels: bubba

Damn it! Things went well and I doubt I'll get fired today. And my damn boss is so nice. And I think she's sincere. Damn them! Let me have reason to hate everyone!

I'm done a few hours early. A GD Miracle! Too bad I drank that glass of iced tea on my way here. I think I'll go home and counteract it with a beer and few shots of not-giving-a-shit.

So guess where I'm at? BACK at the office. I got home and tried to connect with my home network and the fucker was out. So I called up Road Runner support and they informed me that they'd have to send somebody out to fix it. So not only did I have to go back to the office, but I'll need to work a few hours to get this damn plan done and then be back here tomorrow because I don't have internet access until they fix the problem. Ain't that a kick to the nuts? I knew I should've stayed at the office and finished up my shite.

I've been at the office for just about nine hours and I got in at noon. And I'm heading out just to work another few hours on this worthless...it's not even worth mentioning. This is bull shit.

I was just about to take time of my fucked up day to rant about M.S. Project then realized I already had. Damn it all to hell!

I can't get out of my house! Damn conference calls.

And my dumb ass messed around with my coffee tables and busted out one of the connector things. I'm really technical, I know. I should be a carpenter. Or Jesus.

Labels: work

And I thought I was going to head to the office before my 9 am meeting, but then got an invite for an 8 am meeting! Joy, joy! And what to make that more fun? How about the leak coming back? I can't tell you how happy that makes me. So I'm up on the roof taking a conference call while brushing the water off my roof (and there was some crazy guy from California on the call). And that call ended just in time to jump off the roof and prep for the 9 am. At least I'm at home, but I need to go in the office today so I need to sneak a shower in and get the flock out of here. And its only Tuesday.

This work thing is a pain in the ass. I don't feel like doing much besides that (and just barely) and sleep. And it is now just Tuesday.

Jager sent me a great article about my boy Darko Milicic. Darko!

Labels: jager

Crazy bit of time it has been. Back home in the ATX after meeting up with Yo! yesterday. Crazy thing it was as we met at the exact same time at our chosen meeting place even though we left from different places a couple of hours apart. Then we went to see Fantastic Four, then we did the unthinkable: drinking around town (though we didn't close out the bars; that whole 7 am flight threw a wrench in that time honored tradition of getting loaded until they throw us out. Maybe this is a sign that we're maturing but I doubt it. Seriously doubt it).

In the bar hopping we did hit this great place for some grub, Brass Ring Pub, in North Palm Beach. We had awesome service: we had a pitcher of beer at a table with a bag of ice to keep it cool, but the special thing was the bar staff changed our individual mugs to ensure we had ice cold glasses. Add on top of that the chicken sandwich I had. It was very similar to the Triple Crunch Zinger at KFC, but with better quality breading on the chicken strips. Yo! got this bleu cheese burger with the cheese inside the burger (like I had thought about doing for my party). All very good. If you're in the neighborhood, you might want to check it out. Nothing fancy looking, just great bar food.

Anyway, I left his place with about four hours sleep, barely got out of a gas station after being thought to be in the midst of some minor crime, personally willing my flights to Austin, and getting home. And then going for a three mile walk with Chilly. Of course I then took a nap so I won't be able to sleep tonight, but something's have got to stay the same.

Labels: chilly, drinking, food, movies, yo

Man, this is a mess. Just got out of the shower and pretty much left everything at home. No deodorant, no toothpaste. No extra shirts. Just a mess. But plenty of socks. And a pair of dress shoes. That'll help out.

So I made plans with Yo! and am heading out now. It'll be a bit over a twelve hour turnaround on the fixer upper.

Labels: yo

Talked with Yo! and we're meeting up in a couple hours. Compooter's all fixed and I'm ready to go.

Oh, and, apparently, punk is used up in Minnesota, too.

Labels: yo

Man, sleeping at my folk's place is great; it's like a tomb down here. I woke up about ten minutes ago and would've sworn it was 5 am. I forgot that they batton down the hatches for those hurricane things so there's next to no light entering this place. I tucked my head out the door and its raining quite a bit.

I've got like ten minutes of work to do copying over documents to this computer before I'm done and done. Now to track down something for the rest of the day.

Labels: technology

So much for a couple hours. Done already. Well, mostly done. Turns out XP has a sytem restore option on by default so I was able to restore up to the Sunday before I f'd this thing up. I just need to figure out what happened to his documents and then I'm done. So simple I might have been able to have my dad do this remotely. Almost.

So sleep of the dead time for me.

You might ask, travelling and no mobile posts? Well, when you rush out of the house and forget your PDA and cell phone (and neolefty's book) that is made a bit difficult. I got to my folks' place like eight minutes ago and carrying no communication technology is not a fun thing. I was jonesing for a taste of that sweet digital stay-in-touch power. Almost had to snag one out of some kids hand and rub my fingers over the numbers.

Besides, there's the whole paranoia thing going on as I left work early with the shit storm still going on. Speaking of storms, nothing better then flying into a place with hurricanes going on. We circled around it, but the flight attendant was like "good luck getting anywhere" after we landed. Nice.

Then for the rental car, I got a free upgrade though its a SUV and I'll waste a ton more cash on gas. But I look cool.

Oh well, time to work on this computer thing. I give it a couple hours.

Labels: technology

Saw Mission Impossible, I mean War of the Worlds last night. Great all the way until the let down of an ending. But the real winner is the Alamo Drafthouse in the dirty, dirty south. They have an awesome sound system there.

Heading to Florida this weekend to fix my folk's computer. Well, coming back 10 am on Sunday, not much of a weekend. But from now until the, The Shit Storm!

Labels: technology

Man, there's some serious e-lectric going on in the sky tonight. Like hit the ground and stay there for a few seconds kind of lightning. Thank God I'm only driving in the rain, controlling it.

I called it last week! I called the shit storm if shit didn't get done, but nobody believed me. Well, now they're living through it. The shit storm has no friends and takes no prisoners.

I had numerous choices about the next book to read, but I decided on the one about the Servant Girl Annihilators! The book is A Twist at The End by Steven Saylor. He's from the ATX, but I know him more for a series of Roman murder mysteries featuring Gordianus the Finder. This one is a little more close to home.

Labels: reading

Good to see the Frogs lost the Olympics to London. God Save The Queen. Rule Britannia! And the French are taking this as usual, as sore losers.

Fell back to sleep (and I'll tell you, its great getting seven hours of sleep, waking up for about an hour and then getting another hour, but let that bide) and had another dream. This one had Al Gore hanging out with me at my apartment (one that I had never had before). We were heading back there, traveling through very narrow streets, avoiding nailing numerous cars, and were going to stop for some food but ended up just going to my place. We were coordinating getting to flights, too. And when we got to my place the floor was covered with beans. I left to an auditorium where I asked some teacher if she'd like Gore to come by for some Q&A, which she agreed to. I then headed back to my place where he had tossed some towels on the floor allowing him to and fro the shower in the bathroom (and I recall trying to close the door to my room while pushing beans out of the way and Gore just giving me a look of "you could clean it up." Yes I could, but this is my dream Mr. Internet). But back in my room (not covered by the beans) was now a couch and who appeared to be a pretty shaken (and bruised) Gena Davis. Somehow she was responsible for the beans in my place. And I hope it was beans.

Labels: dreams

Decent night's sleep after getting some beers with JMVC and a couple of his friend. I think we're opening a bar some place. Oh, how plans are made.

Anyway, so rarely to I get a dream that I wake up not remember and then remember. Anyway, it featured the folks from Entourage. E and Vinny were outside working on their new house. Actually, more like destroying shit. They had this four to five foot tall brick thing that they were busting off a pyramid like top. After being done with that, they fixed a circular top on the edge of a table and punctured holes in it. Vinny made some comment that it would be a conversation piece. Then some hot chick shows up and the all move back into the house where it all turned into a Vegas theme. And there was some GETTING IT ON on a craps table.

And with that, I'm going back to bed.

Labels: dreams, jmvc

Trivia on Tuesdays. Not nearly as bad as I recalled, but close. Too many lifers here playing trivia as if its the only thing they have going on. Probably most likely it is.

I think I've decided this weekend to take care of that damn computer problem at my folk's place. I just need to figure out if Yo! can be involved. I think more likely its just if he'll have the time on his end, not if I'm going to leave him out of it.

Labels: technology, yo

Went to bed around 11, but still am dead tired. Too damn much drinking for one weekend.

And the pool looks even better! If only it looked this good a couple days ago.

My old college roommate left me a message a bit ago. Apparently he has his hands on some incriminating audio tapes of messages I left during said college years. I'll need to take care of that situation.

A decent time at my old home, The Omni, watching fireworks and an unexpectently saw a huge fire in east Austin. I was more interested in the fire than the fireworks, but you can only do so much with stuff blowing up in the sky.

So Aces mentions this term 'punk' in relation to lighting fireworks and I had never heard that reference before. I wonder if its just a Nebraska thing?

Labels: aces

Man, Flashman's got some talent around his pool. How can I get them moved up north?

I hadn't anything planned, but Aces called and Flashman's got a little barbeque going on at his place in the dirty, dirty south. So much for not having anything going on today.

Labels: aces

I'm not a fan of not wasting too much time, but if you're trying to kill a buzz, a strip club in the middle of the day is one way to do it.

Nobody's here yet (and the party's been officially going on for a whole minute now), but Tai Chi is the man. He's helped out more than me. All I had to do was to push him in a direction and he'd do it. Hell, should get him up here more often.

Labels: tai chi

Tai Chi showed up early and helped prep a bit for the party. We then went to this new barbeque place (all you can eat, Chilly!) way out in BFE, the Lazy Fork. Not too bad, I will say, and pretty cheap ($12.95 for the all-you-can-eat).

After we headed downtown, but were done just about midnight. That and I was up today at 7 am to keep on keeping on for the party. I think I have enough food, but you never know with those things. I'm pretty sure I can feed at least twenty people. Pretty sure.

Lots of work still to do, but the pool is a wreck; I don't know if it'll be good for the party.

Labels: chilly, tai chi

This is going to be a short day at the office. I'm here for maybe another hour or so before I bolt to work around the house. Way too much stuff to do. Maybe I'll work some on Sunday or Monday to get caught up on this place that pays me money. Or do nothing. Nothing works, too.

Damn Bubba came by and guilted me out. Just when I was making some progress around my house. Now its still trashed with just over a day to fix it up.

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