I just realized that at any given point during the day, my desk somewhat closely resembles a bit of a landfill. It's not even like I sit here eating all day and pile up food wrappers, but I just somehow manage to make a mess on a daily basis. I attribute basically to my ever growing case of ADD, whereby I'll start to do something, get into it, then get bored and start something else. What's even more annoying is to sit here and realize that I hae stuff sitting here that I probably should have gotten rid of months ago. So essentially, I'm a pack rat, which is good times to say the least, you know, except when I have to move somewhere and have to pack up the little stress balls, unused coffee mugs holding pencils, and stupid little plaques and pictures.
However, if I got rid of those, I might feel compelled to get rid of my red Swingline stapler, my St. Louis Cardinals mini-batting helmet, and my Kurt Rambis 1992 Phoenix Suns Card.
And that's not happening for obvious reasons, since I have small obsessions with Office Space, St. Louis Cardinals baseball, and white, eyeglass wearing basketball players.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Everyone Needs to Have a Role Model
Amazing
How about a guy that goes to 1000 bars in 1 year? The best part about it? He's 60 years old. If that isn't a dream come true for an amatuer alcoholic like myself, then I don't know what is. I had a hard enough time doing the Winking Lizard's World Tour of Beers in 1 year, and that was only 100 drinks. This guys taking that and going by a power of 10. I find this truly amazing, to say the least.
The best part of this? He has a blog. I highly encourage everyone to read it, I haven't yet, b/c I'm lazy, but I'm betting that it's going to be hilarious.
How about a guy that goes to 1000 bars in 1 year? The best part about it? He's 60 years old. If that isn't a dream come true for an amatuer alcoholic like myself, then I don't know what is. I had a hard enough time doing the Winking Lizard's World Tour of Beers in 1 year, and that was only 100 drinks. This guys taking that and going by a power of 10. I find this truly amazing, to say the least.
The best part of this? He has a blog. I highly encourage everyone to read it, I haven't yet, b/c I'm lazy, but I'm betting that it's going to be hilarious.
Monday, May 30, 2005
I Almost Forgot
Just in case you are a total dork like me, I've found a truly amazing site for the purpose of obtaining cell phone ringers Just go HERE, give a bit of info, and you can have any portion of any song on your computer turned into a format for a ringer. I just hooked myself up with the new Foo Fighters, a Killers song, and the theme to Aqua Teen Hunger Force as my new ringers. I'm so fucking special it hurts.
If I Wasn't Drinking, It's Probably Because I was Asleep
That's pretty much the summation of my weekend.
Or.
To put it another way:
Wedding Gift $50
Two Nights in a hotel: 150$
Drinking yourself stupid stupid with cousins you haven't seen in 10 years and almost puking on the ride home in the back of your parents SUV? Priceless.
There are somethings in life money can't buy. For everything else, there's family weddings with open bar.
Come to think of it, I think tomorrow morning I'm going to call the hospital, or my doctor, and see about getting on a donor list for a new liver, because I think mine is about to go on strike. That, or I've completely killed it.
But such is life.
The wedding was worth the trip. Again, it was really good to see everyone in my family. It was a smaller affair than what I expected, but totally worth it regardless. Should I get the wherewithall, I may post a couple of pictures from the wedding, but that would require walking into the other room to get my camera and my memory card.
To those that missed out on my posting over the last few days (which, judgingby my statcounter, was about 3 of you) Sorry, I'll work harder to be less drunk. Okay. I just totally lied right there. I won't work harder on being less drunk.
Coming this week:
Me complaining about work,
Me making fun of somebody
Live Running Diary of this week's Chaotic (with Miss Lindsey? Someone get that girl a drink so she'll do it)
Also, is it just me, or is it totally fun to pull out random CD's that you haven't listened to since high school and throw them on just because you know you'll know all of the songs and can just let it play? I've got Razorblade Suitcase by Bush on right now, and it's better than I remember it being.....and yes I'm a total dork.
Or.
To put it another way:
Wedding Gift $50
Two Nights in a hotel: 150$
Drinking yourself stupid stupid with cousins you haven't seen in 10 years and almost puking on the ride home in the back of your parents SUV? Priceless.
There are somethings in life money can't buy. For everything else, there's family weddings with open bar.
Come to think of it, I think tomorrow morning I'm going to call the hospital, or my doctor, and see about getting on a donor list for a new liver, because I think mine is about to go on strike. That, or I've completely killed it.
But such is life.
The wedding was worth the trip. Again, it was really good to see everyone in my family. It was a smaller affair than what I expected, but totally worth it regardless. Should I get the wherewithall, I may post a couple of pictures from the wedding, but that would require walking into the other room to get my camera and my memory card.
To those that missed out on my posting over the last few days (which, judgingby my statcounter, was about 3 of you) Sorry, I'll work harder to be less drunk. Okay. I just totally lied right there. I won't work harder on being less drunk.
Coming this week:
Me complaining about work,
Me making fun of somebody
Live Running Diary of this week's Chaotic (with Miss Lindsey? Someone get that girl a drink so she'll do it)
Also, is it just me, or is it totally fun to pull out random CD's that you haven't listened to since high school and throw them on just because you know you'll know all of the songs and can just let it play? I've got Razorblade Suitcase by Bush on right now, and it's better than I remember it being.....and yes I'm a total dork.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Hell in an SUV
Okay, perhaps I'm exaggerating.
However, as much as I like to travel, doing it on a Holiday weekend when I'll have other friends here from out of town, everyone will be off work, and there are Indians' games to potentially attend, going to a family wedding in Philadelphia is not high on my list of priorities. Now mind you, I do enjoy my family, they're all wonderful people, and they are somewhat entertaining. However, 8 hours in a car w/ my parents, praying that the batteries on my CD player last, and that they stop asking me mundane questions about my life long enough for me to get some sleep, is not my favorite way to spend a weekend. Hopefully it will be a good time, however, being that I am the youngest in the family (which doesn't matter as much once you hit your late 20's), and knowning that I won't have a car, and that my parents will likely want to be in bed by 11 pm on Satruday night, and I'm fighting a losing battle. Well, there is free booze..right? Right?
However, as much as I like to travel, doing it on a Holiday weekend when I'll have other friends here from out of town, everyone will be off work, and there are Indians' games to potentially attend, going to a family wedding in Philadelphia is not high on my list of priorities. Now mind you, I do enjoy my family, they're all wonderful people, and they are somewhat entertaining. However, 8 hours in a car w/ my parents, praying that the batteries on my CD player last, and that they stop asking me mundane questions about my life long enough for me to get some sleep, is not my favorite way to spend a weekend. Hopefully it will be a good time, however, being that I am the youngest in the family (which doesn't matter as much once you hit your late 20's), and knowning that I won't have a car, and that my parents will likely want to be in bed by 11 pm on Satruday night, and I'm fighting a losing battle. Well, there is free booze..right? Right?
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
If she's this tough, why didn't she just go pick it up?
Woman arrested for abusing 911
Apparently, she kept calling 911 b/c a pizza place wouldn't deliver to her. She should take a lesson from what I did on St. Patrick's Day. Call a cab, order the pizza, and have the cab take you to get it. Totally normal.
Apparently, she kept calling 911 b/c a pizza place wouldn't deliver to her. She should take a lesson from what I did on St. Patrick's Day. Call a cab, order the pizza, and have the cab take you to get it. Totally normal.
I Do? or.... I Guess so..but just for now.....
I love having randomly titled posts, b/c really, if they were clear cut, would you even bother to read on? Probably not. Nevertheless, I figured after my completely random live blogging of Britney and Kevin: Soon Your Kids Will Be White Trash Just Like Us...I figured I owed maybe some kind of a more serious, thoughtful blog. That or I'm just letting things that I've heard lately get on my nerves a bit. Either way, I felt like writing something a bit different than what I've written lately.
Now, mind you, I am by no means and advocate of getting married at such a young age. I think that people change way too much between the ages of 23 and 28, and because of that, I think that it makes it hard for a relationship that started when you were 21 or 22 years old, if not younger, to last.
My basis for this is quite simple. I know more people my age that are divorced or getting divorced than I do that are married. I have at least 4 friends under the age of 26 that have gotten divorced in the last 6 months, and none of them were married for more than a year.
Granted, I do have several friends getting married this summer, and hopefully those will all last. You'd like to think that they will.
The thing is: What causes this to happen? Why doesn't anyone stay together anymore? Why do people get married if they're going to cheat a whole 5 months later?
There's a lot of potential answers to these questions. However, I think it boils down to one pretty imperative thing. We (our generation especially) has a thing for immediate gratification, and an atrociously short attention span. I'm the first one to admit that I'm guilty of this. I'm a totally serial dater.
What happens, I think, is that people get into their mid 20s and from somewhere, after they finish college, get the message in their head from parents/friends/themselves etc, that they should probably start looking to get married and start a family. Next thing you know, they latch on to the next person that comes along, gets married, then a few months, maybe a bit later, realizes that they aren't that happy with the person that they chose out of haste.
The same stuff is what causes all of the cheating...the short attention spans, the need for instant gratification, the whole thing. People can't even wait to have their divorce done before they start fooling around, and half the time they can't even be bothered to tell their spouse until after the fact.
Does this mean that everyone that gets married young won't make it? No, I'm not saying that, so don't leave any evil comments on my blog. I'm certainly no saint either in terms of my dating practices, and that's part of the reason that I'm still not married. Well, that and the fact that I don't think anybody could stand me for that serious a length of time at this point in my life.
What I'm saying is, that most people aren't a finished product at age 25. You just change too much, and if you aren't with someone who's going to be willing to live with most of the changes, then you probably aren't suppossed to be with that person.
The lesson here? Patience my young friends, patience. Besides, if you get married for the first time when you're 30, people will have better jobs and bring way better gifts. If you get married a second time when you're in your 30s, people won't bring crap.....
Okay, that was entirely too deep...I'll get something more amusing up later...just wanted to throw that out there in light of the fact that I start my Wedding Carousel 2005 this weekend.
Now, mind you, I am by no means and advocate of getting married at such a young age. I think that people change way too much between the ages of 23 and 28, and because of that, I think that it makes it hard for a relationship that started when you were 21 or 22 years old, if not younger, to last.
My basis for this is quite simple. I know more people my age that are divorced or getting divorced than I do that are married. I have at least 4 friends under the age of 26 that have gotten divorced in the last 6 months, and none of them were married for more than a year.
Granted, I do have several friends getting married this summer, and hopefully those will all last. You'd like to think that they will.
The thing is: What causes this to happen? Why doesn't anyone stay together anymore? Why do people get married if they're going to cheat a whole 5 months later?
There's a lot of potential answers to these questions. However, I think it boils down to one pretty imperative thing. We (our generation especially) has a thing for immediate gratification, and an atrociously short attention span. I'm the first one to admit that I'm guilty of this. I'm a totally serial dater.
What happens, I think, is that people get into their mid 20s and from somewhere, after they finish college, get the message in their head from parents/friends/themselves etc, that they should probably start looking to get married and start a family. Next thing you know, they latch on to the next person that comes along, gets married, then a few months, maybe a bit later, realizes that they aren't that happy with the person that they chose out of haste.
The same stuff is what causes all of the cheating...the short attention spans, the need for instant gratification, the whole thing. People can't even wait to have their divorce done before they start fooling around, and half the time they can't even be bothered to tell their spouse until after the fact.
Does this mean that everyone that gets married young won't make it? No, I'm not saying that, so don't leave any evil comments on my blog. I'm certainly no saint either in terms of my dating practices, and that's part of the reason that I'm still not married. Well, that and the fact that I don't think anybody could stand me for that serious a length of time at this point in my life.
What I'm saying is, that most people aren't a finished product at age 25. You just change too much, and if you aren't with someone who's going to be willing to live with most of the changes, then you probably aren't suppossed to be with that person.
The lesson here? Patience my young friends, patience. Besides, if you get married for the first time when you're 30, people will have better jobs and bring way better gifts. If you get married a second time when you're in your 30s, people won't bring crap.....
Okay, that was entirely too deep...I'll get something more amusing up later...just wanted to throw that out there in light of the fact that I start my Wedding Carousel 2005 this weekend.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Chaotic Pt 2.
Well, I promised a running diary of tonights episode of Masterpiece Theater, but I couldn't find PBS on my
cable, so I settled for Chaotic.....
For a females take on tonights episode (and probably a lot more funny shit) check out Immoderation
9:00 During scenes from last week’s episode, Brit’s bodyguard accuses Kevin of looking for a free ride. Gee, you think that’s possible? I mean, he is poor white trash and all, why would he be looking for a free ride???
9:02 Britney: “Talk to the hand, cause the face ain’t listening.” It’s also not 1999 anymore Britney..you know, the last time you were a virgin?
9:05 Kevin: “It’s kind of weird, you know? Just dropping everything, coming here, everything I know?” Oh you mean like your two kids? Or the job you didn’t have?
9:07 Britney: “Look at us, we look like vampires, it’s creepy” Well, there is one creepy bloodsucker in the car with you…….
9:08 I just finished my first beer….that was not fast enough….
9:09 Britney’s bodyguard tells Kevin to turn the camera off or he’s going to whip his ass….I have never prayed for something to be caught on tape so hard in my life….
9:09 Kevin does poses for the camera. Not only is he a piece of trash, he’s a self indulgent one…..
9:10 Brits bodyguard, Mo, chokes Kevin to the floor and sits on him….this is staying in my TiVo library foreva, eva…..
9:12 K-Fed (my new nickname for him) and Britney are hammered in the back of the SUV…she sounds even more retarded than normal right now…..
9:13 He’s from Fresno???? That’s not in West Virginia, is it? Damnit…..
9:14 K-Fed reveals that he started out by dancing for LFO. So not only is he a notorious pop music hanger on., he danced for the only boy band that was worse than Soul Decision….Yes, I went there…..
9:15 First nightvision make out of the episode. PDA makes me uncomfortable as it is, but this is just awful. The only way this gets more white trash would be if Britney has her family adopt Kevin before they start doing it.
9:15 I just hammered the rest of my beer because of that…..
9:16 Again w/ the damn night vision, he jokes that she’s going to leave him for Brad Pitt. Well, he does have, I don’t know, money? Looks? A job? Granted, he doesn’t have patchy facial hair and a red Yankees cap, so I think you’re safe, Kevin.
9:18 Kevin: “How many times have you made your dreams a reality?” Vomit. Filling. My. Mouth.
9:19 Britney has a borderline meltdown on the plane. That, or she’s going through heroin withdrawl….
9:23 More gratuitous making out in night vision….again, drinking heavily, trying to stifle the urge to break my glass and shove pieces through my eyes….
9:24 Kevin: “How do you feel?”
Britney: “Great, the sex was great”
Do you think Justin Timberlake is watching this and saying to people “Now do you see why I left her?”
9:26 Britney goes on a diatribe about what love means to her. Kevin responds with “Who said anything about love?” Classy. Do you think this was right before or right after she gave him a BJ?
9:28 Show’s over. My IQ just dropped 7 points in 30 minutes….Nice
cable, so I settled for Chaotic.....
For a females take on tonights episode (and probably a lot more funny shit) check out Immoderation
9:00 During scenes from last week’s episode, Brit’s bodyguard accuses Kevin of looking for a free ride. Gee, you think that’s possible? I mean, he is poor white trash and all, why would he be looking for a free ride???
9:02 Britney: “Talk to the hand, cause the face ain’t listening.” It’s also not 1999 anymore Britney..you know, the last time you were a virgin?
9:05 Kevin: “It’s kind of weird, you know? Just dropping everything, coming here, everything I know?” Oh you mean like your two kids? Or the job you didn’t have?
9:07 Britney: “Look at us, we look like vampires, it’s creepy” Well, there is one creepy bloodsucker in the car with you…….
9:08 I just finished my first beer….that was not fast enough….
9:09 Britney’s bodyguard tells Kevin to turn the camera off or he’s going to whip his ass….I have never prayed for something to be caught on tape so hard in my life….
9:09 Kevin does poses for the camera. Not only is he a piece of trash, he’s a self indulgent one…..
9:10 Brits bodyguard, Mo, chokes Kevin to the floor and sits on him….this is staying in my TiVo library foreva, eva…..
9:12 K-Fed (my new nickname for him) and Britney are hammered in the back of the SUV…she sounds even more retarded than normal right now…..
9:13 He’s from Fresno???? That’s not in West Virginia, is it? Damnit…..
9:14 K-Fed reveals that he started out by dancing for LFO. So not only is he a notorious pop music hanger on., he danced for the only boy band that was worse than Soul Decision….Yes, I went there…..
9:15 First nightvision make out of the episode. PDA makes me uncomfortable as it is, but this is just awful. The only way this gets more white trash would be if Britney has her family adopt Kevin before they start doing it.
9:15 I just hammered the rest of my beer because of that…..
9:16 Again w/ the damn night vision, he jokes that she’s going to leave him for Brad Pitt. Well, he does have, I don’t know, money? Looks? A job? Granted, he doesn’t have patchy facial hair and a red Yankees cap, so I think you’re safe, Kevin.
9:18 Kevin: “How many times have you made your dreams a reality?” Vomit. Filling. My. Mouth.
9:19 Britney has a borderline meltdown on the plane. That, or she’s going through heroin withdrawl….
9:23 More gratuitous making out in night vision….again, drinking heavily, trying to stifle the urge to break my glass and shove pieces through my eyes….
9:24 Kevin: “How do you feel?”
Britney: “Great, the sex was great”
Do you think Justin Timberlake is watching this and saying to people “Now do you see why I left her?”
9:26 Britney goes on a diatribe about what love means to her. Kevin responds with “Who said anything about love?” Classy. Do you think this was right before or right after she gave him a BJ?
9:28 Show’s over. My IQ just dropped 7 points in 30 minutes….Nice
Finally! More Reality TV
As Sarah has already mentioned, NBC premires the new show Hit Me Baby One More Time next week. Now, I know we're all going to watch it, but realy, I don't feel like just watching it is going to be enough.
Therefore, I'm proposing a new game. A reality TV show type fantasy game if you will (I know, I have problems) This will essentially be enough to keep me busy until football starts in the fall.
I haven't worked all of the logistics, b/c I don't know all the rules of the game, but I figure I can work on it this weekend in Philly.
I'm thinking about some kind of eliminator style type game, whereby you pick an artist (maybe two in the begining) each week, with the idea of only being able to use each artist only once, mabye twice, and accumulating points based on whether or not they get voted off the show, and based on where they rank. Picking correctly in later rounds could be worth more points, etc.
Who knows, just a thought, but let me know if you, my faithful readers would be interested, and if so, I'll come up with a set of rules.
Therefore, I'm proposing a new game. A reality TV show type fantasy game if you will (I know, I have problems) This will essentially be enough to keep me busy until football starts in the fall.
I haven't worked all of the logistics, b/c I don't know all the rules of the game, but I figure I can work on it this weekend in Philly.
I'm thinking about some kind of eliminator style type game, whereby you pick an artist (maybe two in the begining) each week, with the idea of only being able to use each artist only once, mabye twice, and accumulating points based on whether or not they get voted off the show, and based on where they rank. Picking correctly in later rounds could be worth more points, etc.
Who knows, just a thought, but let me know if you, my faithful readers would be interested, and if so, I'll come up with a set of rules.
Gifting.....
So what do you get for the old college roomate who's about to have a baby?
How about one of these???
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I'm sure he'll appreciate this.....
How about one of these???
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Monday, May 23, 2005
When Do I Get My Entourage?
Members of Bobby Brown's Entourage Stabbed
No really, how does he still have an entourage? They can't even be that cool to still be hanging out with a guy that hasn't done a single relavent thing in 10 years. (Sorry, beating up Whitney Houston doesn't count as relavent) They apparently can't be very tough either, based on the fact that they got stabbed at an open mic night at Puffy's restaurant.
So essentially, they got stabbed while watching their previously famous friend do kareoke.....
No really, how does he still have an entourage? They can't even be that cool to still be hanging out with a guy that hasn't done a single relavent thing in 10 years. (Sorry, beating up Whitney Houston doesn't count as relavent) They apparently can't be very tough either, based on the fact that they got stabbed at an open mic night at Puffy's restaurant.
So essentially, they got stabbed while watching their previously famous friend do kareoke.....
Now I Wish I Had Dropped it in a Glass of Water...
Three Words (bonus edition)
Best. Buy. Sucks.
Let's just say that I'm having some cell phone related issues, so if you've tried to reach me in the last 24 hrs or so and haven't been able to, I'm sorry, I just haven't been able to get it working. Both of my displays on my phone are gone, so I can't tell who I'm calling, or who's calling me. Good times.
But that's not why Best Buy pissed me off.
I took the phone there (since that's where I bought it) I was armed with my phone and my service plan (which I paid 40$ for last year). I had a planned time table of being able to take care of all of this. It looked a bit like this.
4:00 Drive to Best Buy
4:15 Arrive at Best Buy, stand in line
4:30 Turn over worthless phone, get new phone, proceed to check out.
4:45 Leave Best Buy with new phone, feel good about my 40$ being spent on a service plan that works
5:00 Arrive home
To say that this wasn't even close to what happened would be an understatement. Apparently Best Buy is the worst place ever to shop for anything.
So I go to the store, get right up to the counter (which NEVER happens at this location) and explain the situation to the girl. She then informs me that they don't do cell phone exchanges in store anymore. You have to call the 800 number, and they will send you a replacement and you send the old phone back to them. My conversation w/ the girl went something like this once I found this out--
Me: Why can't I just do it in store, you have the phones right over there...
Her: Because it's store policy now, that they are only done by mail
Me: But this is my only phone, I'm pretty much screwed without it.....
Her: I'm sorry about that, but that's the policy....
Me: But I have a service plan, isn't that what I paid for the plan for, for convienence??
Her: Well yes, and you should have a replacement within a few days.
Me: Okay, but that's the total opposite of convienent.....not having a phone for 3 days? That's not good.......I mean really, I can walk over there and have a phone within 5 minutes...
The conversation rolled like this for a few more minutes, and ended w/me walking out of the store to call the 800#. Once I called that, I found out that my phone is STILL UNDER WARRANTY, and I need to call Cingular, b/c they will be the ones replacing it. Then, I end up on hold with Cingular for 30 minutes. That's right.. a half hour. Upon a lengthy discussion with the representative on what was wrong with my phone (what's wrong with it? It doesn't f'ing work, how about that?) I get informed that it could take 5 days for them to get me a new one. Are you friggin kidding me? Finally, I get him to express ship it to my office, at a cost of 7.50$ to me. I finally resolved this at about 6:15pm yesterday, meaning that something that should have taken a half hour including driving time and cost me nothing but gas money cost me 100 minutes on my phone, 7.50$ for shipping, and a massive headache to get this resolved. Oh, did I mention that I paid 40$ for a service plan through Best Buy that offered me no service? Awesome. (PS, I was able to use my phone to dial out, as long as I have a # to dial, but b/c I don't have a display, all the numbers saved on my phone are worthless)
I hate that store. So. Much.
On the bright side, we won our game on Saturday, and moved to a spectacular record of 4-2 on the season. Also, many thanks again to the Eastsiders who hosted us on Saturday, good times all around, even if I was hungover all day yesterday.
Best. Buy. Sucks.
Let's just say that I'm having some cell phone related issues, so if you've tried to reach me in the last 24 hrs or so and haven't been able to, I'm sorry, I just haven't been able to get it working. Both of my displays on my phone are gone, so I can't tell who I'm calling, or who's calling me. Good times.
But that's not why Best Buy pissed me off.
I took the phone there (since that's where I bought it) I was armed with my phone and my service plan (which I paid 40$ for last year). I had a planned time table of being able to take care of all of this. It looked a bit like this.
4:00 Drive to Best Buy
4:15 Arrive at Best Buy, stand in line
4:30 Turn over worthless phone, get new phone, proceed to check out.
4:45 Leave Best Buy with new phone, feel good about my 40$ being spent on a service plan that works
5:00 Arrive home
To say that this wasn't even close to what happened would be an understatement. Apparently Best Buy is the worst place ever to shop for anything.
So I go to the store, get right up to the counter (which NEVER happens at this location) and explain the situation to the girl. She then informs me that they don't do cell phone exchanges in store anymore. You have to call the 800 number, and they will send you a replacement and you send the old phone back to them. My conversation w/ the girl went something like this once I found this out--
Me: Why can't I just do it in store, you have the phones right over there...
Her: Because it's store policy now, that they are only done by mail
Me: But this is my only phone, I'm pretty much screwed without it.....
Her: I'm sorry about that, but that's the policy....
Me: But I have a service plan, isn't that what I paid for the plan for, for convienence??
Her: Well yes, and you should have a replacement within a few days.
Me: Okay, but that's the total opposite of convienent.....not having a phone for 3 days? That's not good.......I mean really, I can walk over there and have a phone within 5 minutes...
The conversation rolled like this for a few more minutes, and ended w/me walking out of the store to call the 800#. Once I called that, I found out that my phone is STILL UNDER WARRANTY, and I need to call Cingular, b/c they will be the ones replacing it. Then, I end up on hold with Cingular for 30 minutes. That's right.. a half hour. Upon a lengthy discussion with the representative on what was wrong with my phone (what's wrong with it? It doesn't f'ing work, how about that?) I get informed that it could take 5 days for them to get me a new one. Are you friggin kidding me? Finally, I get him to express ship it to my office, at a cost of 7.50$ to me. I finally resolved this at about 6:15pm yesterday, meaning that something that should have taken a half hour including driving time and cost me nothing but gas money cost me 100 minutes on my phone, 7.50$ for shipping, and a massive headache to get this resolved. Oh, did I mention that I paid 40$ for a service plan through Best Buy that offered me no service? Awesome. (PS, I was able to use my phone to dial out, as long as I have a # to dial, but b/c I don't have a display, all the numbers saved on my phone are worthless)
I hate that store. So. Much.
On the bright side, we won our game on Saturday, and moved to a spectacular record of 4-2 on the season. Also, many thanks again to the Eastsiders who hosted us on Saturday, good times all around, even if I was hungover all day yesterday.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Why???
During the previews for Star Wars last night, there was of course the obligatory Batman Begins preview. During this, there were numerous clips of Katie Holmes (ie Tom Cruise's flava of the month) Normally, I enjoy Miss Katie very much, as she is from Ohio, and rather attractive. But now, thanks to Tom Cruise and his DOM (Dirty Old Man) syndrome, I can't even look at her. It's like when you were in college, and a girl you liked, or at least were attracted to, started dating a 35 year old townie....it's just uncomfortable to think about....
Thanks Tom, first you ruin Penelope Cruz, then Katie Holmes. Really cool.
Thanks Tom, first you ruin Penelope Cruz, then Katie Holmes. Really cool.
Star Wars, Sleep, and Other Returns
Let the Dork Parade begin!
In other words, I went to see Star Wars with Sarah and a big group of our friends. I will say that is quite a good film. I know that there are some people who consider themselves "purists" and say that it wasn't that good, that there was too much CGI, etc. Then again, these are also the same people as the kid who was sitting behind us playing the Star Wars game on his PSP while we were waiting for the movie to start. Lame.
I will say that of the three films, this film does a very good job of really building and explaining what would happen in the original films, and for that I respect the way it was done.
One problem though: The dialogue was terrible, again. Not all of it, just mostly the Padme/Annakin stuff. I don't know if it's the writing, or the fact that Natalie Portman is viscerally annoying.
Other than that, there's another Cleveland Plays party tonight at McCarthy's in Lakewood, I assume I'll be there, but hopefully not as belligerent as the last time. Maybe I'll try eating.
Last night also marked the return of the Divorced Girl into my life. Random. She called and explained that she hasn't been in touch b/c she went into the hospital the night after we last talked with a massive amount of trouble breathing, was there for 5 days, then went to Nashville for 5 days to visit friends, and started her new job the day after she returned. Now, this convienently fills the space between the time I last talked to her and the time she called me this week. She also explained away the phone call from the Bodygaurd (her gay overprotective friend) Saying that while she was in the hospital, her sister (who is friends with this guy as well) had access to her purse and cell phone, and he probably took it while he was drunk and made that call. She followed this by saying that she isn't friends w/the guy anymore, and that she was profusely sorry.
Now, if I hadn't already known this girl for 6 years, I would have politely (or not) told her to F off. Sadly, I'm not that good at tossing away friends, especially when they tell me stuff that is relatively believable. So, for now, we're friends again, and we'll take it from there. If she even thinks that anything more is going to happen anytime soon, she needs t have her head examined.
Screw it, that's enough seriousness for today, I need a cocktail......
In other words, I went to see Star Wars with Sarah and a big group of our friends. I will say that is quite a good film. I know that there are some people who consider themselves "purists" and say that it wasn't that good, that there was too much CGI, etc. Then again, these are also the same people as the kid who was sitting behind us playing the Star Wars game on his PSP while we were waiting for the movie to start. Lame.
I will say that of the three films, this film does a very good job of really building and explaining what would happen in the original films, and for that I respect the way it was done.
One problem though: The dialogue was terrible, again. Not all of it, just mostly the Padme/Annakin stuff. I don't know if it's the writing, or the fact that Natalie Portman is viscerally annoying.
Other than that, there's another Cleveland Plays party tonight at McCarthy's in Lakewood, I assume I'll be there, but hopefully not as belligerent as the last time. Maybe I'll try eating.
Last night also marked the return of the Divorced Girl into my life. Random. She called and explained that she hasn't been in touch b/c she went into the hospital the night after we last talked with a massive amount of trouble breathing, was there for 5 days, then went to Nashville for 5 days to visit friends, and started her new job the day after she returned. Now, this convienently fills the space between the time I last talked to her and the time she called me this week. She also explained away the phone call from the Bodygaurd (her gay overprotective friend) Saying that while she was in the hospital, her sister (who is friends with this guy as well) had access to her purse and cell phone, and he probably took it while he was drunk and made that call. She followed this by saying that she isn't friends w/the guy anymore, and that she was profusely sorry.
Now, if I hadn't already known this girl for 6 years, I would have politely (or not) told her to F off. Sadly, I'm not that good at tossing away friends, especially when they tell me stuff that is relatively believable. So, for now, we're friends again, and we'll take it from there. If she even thinks that anything more is going to happen anytime soon, she needs t have her head examined.
Screw it, that's enough seriousness for today, I need a cocktail......
Thursday, May 19, 2005
I'm so interesting.....
Okay, not really. Sadly, this is a completely generic uninspired post. Maybe I need to be drunk more often when I post...it seems to work for a lot of my blogging buddies. That, or I need to sleep more than 5 hours a night if I am actually going to write anything of any worth. However, I think I can summon a couple of quick thoughts:
1) I like coffee sometimes, but sadly, my bladder hates it always. No sooner did I finish my Vanilla Cappuccino this morning then had to promptly get rid of it. What's the point? I could have just flushed the 2 bucks down the toilet myself, and saved myself the caffeine crash later.
2) As much as the Britney and Kevin: PWT in Full Effect pissed me off, I know that Tivo is going to get a work out on that show the next few weeks. I might even try doing a liveblog of it next week, just to see what I come up with, especially if Lindsey from Immoderation is doing it too. Might be fun to compare notes.
3) Kellen Winslow is out for the season. I'm shocked and amazed. Mostly, I'm shocked because I can't believe it took two years for this moron to hurt himself doing something stupid. Whoever had the under on June 1st being the date that the Browns season would go to holy hell, please cash in your chips.
4) If my Launchcast player kicks out one more 3 Doors Down song, I'm tossing my computer out the window. Seriously.
Alright, seriously, you guys, what a lame post....sounds like I need topics again....anyone? Anyone?
1) I like coffee sometimes, but sadly, my bladder hates it always. No sooner did I finish my Vanilla Cappuccino this morning then had to promptly get rid of it. What's the point? I could have just flushed the 2 bucks down the toilet myself, and saved myself the caffeine crash later.
2) As much as the Britney and Kevin: PWT in Full Effect pissed me off, I know that Tivo is going to get a work out on that show the next few weeks. I might even try doing a liveblog of it next week, just to see what I come up with, especially if Lindsey from Immoderation is doing it too. Might be fun to compare notes.
3) Kellen Winslow is out for the season. I'm shocked and amazed. Mostly, I'm shocked because I can't believe it took two years for this moron to hurt himself doing something stupid. Whoever had the under on June 1st being the date that the Browns season would go to holy hell, please cash in your chips.
4) If my Launchcast player kicks out one more 3 Doors Down song, I'm tossing my computer out the window. Seriously.
Alright, seriously, you guys, what a lame post....sounds like I need topics again....anyone? Anyone?
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
My Apologies, and Midgets Fighting Lions...
To those who waiting with baited breath on my wit and wisdom today: I apologize. I had a doctor's appointment earlier today, and an interview this afternoon here at work, so I haven't been able to get anywhere near my blog. Obviously, we have a lot to cover, Velvet Revolver, Britney and Kevin, and Midgets.
A few key highlights from last night:
1) The crowd. Absolutely priceless, and completely eclectic. That's the great thing about going to see super groups, expecially from two moderately disparate fan bases. There was, of course, plenty of teased hair, demin jackets, and stonewashed jeans. On more than a few occassions these things appeared all on the same person. There was one guy who obviously thought he was Duff McKeagan, one guy who thought he was Sammy Haggar, and several women who obvi0usly thought that this was the GNR 1989 World Tour. I wonder if the guys from Guns ever get disappointed that the groupies from 15 years ago are the same ones showing up now, except that instead of being just out of college girls, they're completely worn out double divorcees. More so, I wonder if Weilend ever looks out at the crowd and wonders what happened to all the people that had jobs that used to come to STP shows......
2) The music, VR is actually a pretty damn good live band, not that anyone was surprised by that. They only played 2 STP songs (Crakerman, Sex Type Thing), and only ONE GNR song. (Mr. Brownstone). I would have killed for a couple more STP songs, but I can understand why it didn't happen. In a way though, it was sad, the crowd was more fired up for any of those 3 songs than any of the Velvet Revolver songs.
3) Leaving the show. That was a mess. For anyone who has ever been to Tower City, you know that getting down to the venue is easy, but walking back out is a little more difficult. We ended up hopping a fence, got yelled at by a cop, and I ripped my shirt coming over the top. Good times. But at least I didn't have to be herded out w/ the rest of the cattle.
Britney and Kevin: Chaotic
I didn't even get a chance to watch the whole thing, but I have one word for the whole thing: Retarded. I can't even imagine trying to play the Immoderation girls' drinking game with this. Really, the name of this show should be Britney and Kevin: My Trailer Park or Yours??
Midgets and Lions:
Apparently there is a story circulating on the internet about a group of fighting Cambodian midgets that were contracted to fight a lion as a sporting event. According to this story 24 of the midgets were killed, and many others were wounded. I've seen several sights where this is a false, made up story. I also wouldn't be surprised, b/c we live in a totally messed up world. If it is false, that's still a damn funny story, you know, in a sick, awful way. If it's true, I want a tape of it. Just send it to my PO Box in hell....
A few key highlights from last night:
1) The crowd. Absolutely priceless, and completely eclectic. That's the great thing about going to see super groups, expecially from two moderately disparate fan bases. There was, of course, plenty of teased hair, demin jackets, and stonewashed jeans. On more than a few occassions these things appeared all on the same person. There was one guy who obviously thought he was Duff McKeagan, one guy who thought he was Sammy Haggar, and several women who obvi0usly thought that this was the GNR 1989 World Tour. I wonder if the guys from Guns ever get disappointed that the groupies from 15 years ago are the same ones showing up now, except that instead of being just out of college girls, they're completely worn out double divorcees. More so, I wonder if Weilend ever looks out at the crowd and wonders what happened to all the people that had jobs that used to come to STP shows......
2) The music, VR is actually a pretty damn good live band, not that anyone was surprised by that. They only played 2 STP songs (Crakerman, Sex Type Thing), and only ONE GNR song. (Mr. Brownstone). I would have killed for a couple more STP songs, but I can understand why it didn't happen. In a way though, it was sad, the crowd was more fired up for any of those 3 songs than any of the Velvet Revolver songs.
3) Leaving the show. That was a mess. For anyone who has ever been to Tower City, you know that getting down to the venue is easy, but walking back out is a little more difficult. We ended up hopping a fence, got yelled at by a cop, and I ripped my shirt coming over the top. Good times. But at least I didn't have to be herded out w/ the rest of the cattle.
Britney and Kevin: Chaotic
I didn't even get a chance to watch the whole thing, but I have one word for the whole thing: Retarded. I can't even imagine trying to play the Immoderation girls' drinking game with this. Really, the name of this show should be Britney and Kevin: My Trailer Park or Yours??
Midgets and Lions:
Apparently there is a story circulating on the internet about a group of fighting Cambodian midgets that were contracted to fight a lion as a sporting event. According to this story 24 of the midgets were killed, and many others were wounded. I've seen several sights where this is a false, made up story. I also wouldn't be surprised, b/c we live in a totally messed up world. If it is false, that's still a damn funny story, you know, in a sick, awful way. If it's true, I want a tape of it. Just send it to my PO Box in hell....
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
You Must Read This
I have a new super favorite blog to keep me occupied at work during those oh-so-slow times in the morning. Check out the girls over at Immoderation.com, for all the best on Britney, Tom and Katie, and of course, our favorite hobby: Drinking.
Oh, and if you guys think I'm not going to Tivo Chaotic and make you play the Britney and Kevin drinking game, you're crazy.
Oh, and if you guys think I'm not going to Tivo Chaotic and make you play the Britney and Kevin drinking game, you're crazy.
Surely There Won't Be any Big Hair There
Tonight: Velvet Revolver, 8pm, Tower City Ampitheater.
This is a good one. The half of me that grew up on STP, Guns, and all the other stuff somewhere in between is very excited for this. The half of me that realizes that I'm not 17, and that I get haircuts, and wear clothes that fit wonders why I just shelled out 48 bucks for this. I am curious to see what kind of a crowd it will be tonight. I have a feeling it will be pretty eclectic, but I will guarantee one thing: There will be lots and lots of big hair. You forget, GNR was huge back in the 80s, and to think there won't be a lot of people who never let go of the 80s there, you're crazy. If I could take my camera, I'd gladly take pictures of the fabulousness that is the very PBR oriented GNR crowd. However, I can't, so I will do my best to stay sober and bring you word for word accounts of the specialness. I know you appreciate this.
This is a good one. The half of me that grew up on STP, Guns, and all the other stuff somewhere in between is very excited for this. The half of me that realizes that I'm not 17, and that I get haircuts, and wear clothes that fit wonders why I just shelled out 48 bucks for this. I am curious to see what kind of a crowd it will be tonight. I have a feeling it will be pretty eclectic, but I will guarantee one thing: There will be lots and lots of big hair. You forget, GNR was huge back in the 80s, and to think there won't be a lot of people who never let go of the 80s there, you're crazy. If I could take my camera, I'd gladly take pictures of the fabulousness that is the very PBR oriented GNR crowd. However, I can't, so I will do my best to stay sober and bring you word for word accounts of the specialness. I know you appreciate this.
Monday, May 16, 2005
I'll Bet That Smiling is Next on the Chopping Block
Alright, I understand not being a fan of the PDA stuff, and I understand you don't want kids making out in the hall. But, a Hugging Ban?? Now this is just getting silly. I'm pretty sure the hug, and the handholding are not the direct causes of teen pregnancy. Whoever the administrator is that spearheaded this initiative in the first place needs a hug, or a punch in the ribs. If you are that worried about kids having those kind of interactions, then split them up by gender, like private schools do, and pray that they don't switch teams.
Is it Nap Time Yet??
Again, why do I abuse myself on the weekends, and then complain about it on Monday mornings? I do it to myself, which should thereby eliminate any right of mine to complain about it.
That being said, really it wasn't that eventful of a weekend. Saturday was interesting, I worked till 2, then played our flag football game, which was actually played in a light monsoon, also known as a complete friggin downpour. We did win though, bringing us up to 3-2, which is some kind of a record for us. Then, Satruday night we did a "pub crawl" which, for those of you that don't know, involves a lot of drinking, and a lot of walking. I was a fan of the drinking, not so much of the walking. There's really no worse feeling that having to walk a mile and a half back to your house, in the middle of the night, with the impending feeling of a hangover setting in. Good times. The fact that I'm complaining about it, and still a bit hungover means that I'm never doing one again. Until next summer.
Oh, and the oddest thing happened on Friday. Actually, it was a prime example of why the elderly need to be taken far far away from where they could ever operate a motor vehicle. So I'm at a car wash, one of those self washing places where you put the quarters in. I'm pulling out, looking to take a right onto a busy road, with a stop light about 100 yards away. Now, right next to this car wash, also to the right, is a gas station, with an entrance about 15 feet from the exit of the carwash. I'm waiting, and there is a red light at said stop light, so traffic is backing up. An old woman in a Oldsmobile (is there more of an old person car?) pulls up just past the exit to the car wash. There's about 20 feet between her and the truck in front of her, and also, a clear shot into the gas station. The car behind her had given me room so I could pull out.
Now, at this point, she has several options:
1) She can pull up, closing the gap b/w her and the truck to maybe 10 feet, and let me out so I'm not half in the lane and half in the lot.
2) She can turn into the gas station, again, giving me room to pull out, so I'm not half in and half out....
3) She could do not a damn thing, and leave me stuck like that...
Keep in mind, it was my deicision to pull out of the lot, and I was moderately okay being stuck there like that for a minute while I waited for the light to change, but she could have done 3 things, and 2 of them would have been intelligent. She of course chose the 3rd.
It gets better. After refusing to turn, or pull up, waiting for the truck in front of her, (20 FEET IN FRONT OF HER) she then procedes to finally go, and then TURNS INTO THE GAS STATION, which she could have done the entire time we were sitting there. Oh, and she didn't even signal, so I almost plowed into her back end. Honestly, had it not been a socially repulsive choice, I would have followed her into the gas station and set her car on fire.
That being said, really it wasn't that eventful of a weekend. Saturday was interesting, I worked till 2, then played our flag football game, which was actually played in a light monsoon, also known as a complete friggin downpour. We did win though, bringing us up to 3-2, which is some kind of a record for us. Then, Satruday night we did a "pub crawl" which, for those of you that don't know, involves a lot of drinking, and a lot of walking. I was a fan of the drinking, not so much of the walking. There's really no worse feeling that having to walk a mile and a half back to your house, in the middle of the night, with the impending feeling of a hangover setting in. Good times. The fact that I'm complaining about it, and still a bit hungover means that I'm never doing one again. Until next summer.
Oh, and the oddest thing happened on Friday. Actually, it was a prime example of why the elderly need to be taken far far away from where they could ever operate a motor vehicle. So I'm at a car wash, one of those self washing places where you put the quarters in. I'm pulling out, looking to take a right onto a busy road, with a stop light about 100 yards away. Now, right next to this car wash, also to the right, is a gas station, with an entrance about 15 feet from the exit of the carwash. I'm waiting, and there is a red light at said stop light, so traffic is backing up. An old woman in a Oldsmobile (is there more of an old person car?) pulls up just past the exit to the car wash. There's about 20 feet between her and the truck in front of her, and also, a clear shot into the gas station. The car behind her had given me room so I could pull out.
Now, at this point, she has several options:
1) She can pull up, closing the gap b/w her and the truck to maybe 10 feet, and let me out so I'm not half in the lane and half in the lot.
2) She can turn into the gas station, again, giving me room to pull out, so I'm not half in and half out....
3) She could do not a damn thing, and leave me stuck like that...
Keep in mind, it was my deicision to pull out of the lot, and I was moderately okay being stuck there like that for a minute while I waited for the light to change, but she could have done 3 things, and 2 of them would have been intelligent. She of course chose the 3rd.
It gets better. After refusing to turn, or pull up, waiting for the truck in front of her, (20 FEET IN FRONT OF HER) she then procedes to finally go, and then TURNS INTO THE GAS STATION, which she could have done the entire time we were sitting there. Oh, and she didn't even signal, so I almost plowed into her back end. Honestly, had it not been a socially repulsive choice, I would have followed her into the gas station and set her car on fire.
Friday, May 13, 2005
I Just Threw up in my Mouth
Britney Premiers on Tuesday May 17th.
This is going to be something like white trash heaven. The educated, literate, somewhat upstanding member of society in me wants this to stop before it even happens. Then there's that part of me that just loves this kind of stuff. You know, the part of you that watched Springer back in college, that finds guilty pleasure in the Real World/Road Rules Inferno...that guy can't wait for this.
This quote from Britney says it all.....
"He's the sexiest thing in the world. And he's sensitive. He's a perfect husband. He's awesome."
Really? Was he employed when you met him? Apparently he's a "model/dancer" which I find hard to believe because he's a) unattractive and b) obviously poor.
As for the "perfect husband" thing, maybe Britney should run that by the girl who was pregnant with his baby that he left to be with Britney. She might have a slightly different opinion.....
This is going to be something like white trash heaven. The educated, literate, somewhat upstanding member of society in me wants this to stop before it even happens. Then there's that part of me that just loves this kind of stuff. You know, the part of you that watched Springer back in college, that finds guilty pleasure in the Real World/Road Rules Inferno...that guy can't wait for this.
This quote from Britney says it all.....
"He's the sexiest thing in the world. And he's sensitive. He's a perfect husband. He's awesome."
Really? Was he employed when you met him? Apparently he's a "model/dancer" which I find hard to believe because he's a) unattractive and b) obviously poor.
As for the "perfect husband" thing, maybe Britney should run that by the girl who was pregnant with his baby that he left to be with Britney. She might have a slightly different opinion.....
I Refuse to Look at a Calendar the Rest of the Day
Not that it matters, because every email I get today at work will be time stamped, and that little "Friday May 13" will be in my face all day. I can honestly say that I hate myself for this, b/c I am not what you would call outwardly superstitious. I don't carry around a rabbit's foot, or avoid opening an umbrella indoors, or any of that garbage.
However, I know that if something random happens today, that I'll be the first one to say "what did you expect? It's Friday the 13th", Thereby making me want to plow my eyeballs out with a spork. Granted, if anyone has a reason not to believe in it, it's me, because I am without a doubt, completely f'ing cursed. Consider that in the last year:
1) I have been hit and run twice, the first one causing over 4 grand in damage to my car. This happened while I was still in the car, and was in the process of moving to my new apartment.
Because of the hit and run, I had to pay my deductible. Sweet
2) In the process of the same move, I somehow managed to completely break Diane's steam vac,
while it was sitting in my trunk. Not Cool.
3) A month after getting my car back from the hit and run, and a week after putting new brakes on it, to the tune of 300$, I put the car into a wall on the highway (this one was my fault) and totaled the car.
4) A month after getting my Maxima (which I love) the second hit and run occured, leaving a massive dent in my front right fender.
5) Three months after getting my car, I had to spend 700$ to replace the firing coils in each cylinder. That's right, the Maxima is a 6 cylinder car.
And those are just the big things, the ones I can think of off the top of my head. Good times.
However, I know that if something random happens today, that I'll be the first one to say "what did you expect? It's Friday the 13th", Thereby making me want to plow my eyeballs out with a spork. Granted, if anyone has a reason not to believe in it, it's me, because I am without a doubt, completely f'ing cursed. Consider that in the last year:
1) I have been hit and run twice, the first one causing over 4 grand in damage to my car. This happened while I was still in the car, and was in the process of moving to my new apartment.
Because of the hit and run, I had to pay my deductible. Sweet
2) In the process of the same move, I somehow managed to completely break Diane's steam vac,
while it was sitting in my trunk. Not Cool.
3) A month after getting my car back from the hit and run, and a week after putting new brakes on it, to the tune of 300$, I put the car into a wall on the highway (this one was my fault) and totaled the car.
4) A month after getting my Maxima (which I love) the second hit and run occured, leaving a massive dent in my front right fender.
5) Three months after getting my car, I had to spend 700$ to replace the firing coils in each cylinder. That's right, the Maxima is a 6 cylinder car.
And those are just the big things, the ones I can think of off the top of my head. Good times.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Say Goodbye While You Can
According to the Death Clock, I'm only going to be here until October 15th 2035. That's actually not too bad, considering that I put in that I'm a pessismist. Actually, that's not too bad at all, because I always said that I wanted to check out long before I got to the point where I would have to have others care for me or be unable to do certain things, like drive myself places and be able to function as a reasonably contributing member of society. (I know, because I contribute so much now)
It's odd though to play around with this, espeically because death isn't something that you should really play around with. I guess I became aware of this about a year ago when my mother pulled me aside during some random visit home and started pointing out where things like the keys to the safe deposit box, the wills, and the retirement account information, were in case "something every happened". Now mind you, neither of my parents have hit their 60th birthday yet, are in great health, and take very good care of themselves. They don't smoke, drink rarely (if at all) and exercise almost daily. Hell, they're going to outlive me at the rate that they're going. Nevertheless, it was completely unnerving. I understand that my mothers a tremendously organized person, and wants to make sure I'm aware of how to handle things, but confronting my parents mortality isn't something that I'm signing up for. I felt like such a child reacting like that, but frankly, if something did happen, I don't think I'd deal that well. However, mom, in response to the fact that you think I must know what I would do, I do have a plan should, God forbid, anything happen:
1) Get a lawyer, a really good one, to handle the affairs. I don't posses the patience, nor the fortitude to go through every bit of personal information on you two, at least not at this point in my life.
2) Get the Corvette. I know there are a lot of thigns that will need to be dealt with, but I really really love that car. (is that shallow? hey, they bought it, not me)
Two steps is enough for now. I like simplicity.
It's odd though to play around with this, espeically because death isn't something that you should really play around with. I guess I became aware of this about a year ago when my mother pulled me aside during some random visit home and started pointing out where things like the keys to the safe deposit box, the wills, and the retirement account information, were in case "something every happened". Now mind you, neither of my parents have hit their 60th birthday yet, are in great health, and take very good care of themselves. They don't smoke, drink rarely (if at all) and exercise almost daily. Hell, they're going to outlive me at the rate that they're going. Nevertheless, it was completely unnerving. I understand that my mothers a tremendously organized person, and wants to make sure I'm aware of how to handle things, but confronting my parents mortality isn't something that I'm signing up for. I felt like such a child reacting like that, but frankly, if something did happen, I don't think I'd deal that well. However, mom, in response to the fact that you think I must know what I would do, I do have a plan should, God forbid, anything happen:
1) Get a lawyer, a really good one, to handle the affairs. I don't posses the patience, nor the fortitude to go through every bit of personal information on you two, at least not at this point in my life.
2) Get the Corvette. I know there are a lot of thigns that will need to be dealt with, but I really really love that car. (is that shallow? hey, they bought it, not me)
Two steps is enough for now. I like simplicity.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Bring the Vasoline....
Is what my professor should have said previous to our final today. And if I have to explain that joke to you, then please, turn off your computer, get in your car, and drive yourself back to 1958. Please.
Needless to say, the whole thing was a mess. I understand that this man has never taught a graduate level class, and that he is just barely out of school himself, but you would think based off of those factors that a little bit of a bone would have been thrown. And it was, right up my ass. Seriously, a comprehensive final? At the MBA level? In an elective class? Get the F out. Not to mention the fact that he chose to make the multiple choice the educational equivalent of finding a midget in a cornfield. Then the essays, which made me feel like someone was melting my brain with hot pokers. Good times. The worst part is that finals are only supposed to be schedule for 2 hours, and I was the first one done, and it took me almost 2 and a half hours. Screw it, the semester is over, maybe now I'll get some sleep.
There were some good things today:
I'm finally getting the Keane and Franz Ferdinand CDs ripped onto my computer from my old roommate. Modest Mouse is next. He has much better taste in music than I do, granted I am getting him the Dave and the Weezer CDs.
The Cards are up 7-3 in the eighth, and looks like they will win tonight. Them being in first again after the debacle that was the World Series last year makes me happy.
Seinfeld season 4 comes out in less than a week. I'm positively giddy about that. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Needless to say, the whole thing was a mess. I understand that this man has never taught a graduate level class, and that he is just barely out of school himself, but you would think based off of those factors that a little bit of a bone would have been thrown. And it was, right up my ass. Seriously, a comprehensive final? At the MBA level? In an elective class? Get the F out. Not to mention the fact that he chose to make the multiple choice the educational equivalent of finding a midget in a cornfield. Then the essays, which made me feel like someone was melting my brain with hot pokers. Good times. The worst part is that finals are only supposed to be schedule for 2 hours, and I was the first one done, and it took me almost 2 and a half hours. Screw it, the semester is over, maybe now I'll get some sleep.
There were some good things today:
I'm finally getting the Keane and Franz Ferdinand CDs ripped onto my computer from my old roommate. Modest Mouse is next. He has much better taste in music than I do, granted I am getting him the Dave and the Weezer CDs.
The Cards are up 7-3 in the eighth, and looks like they will win tonight. Them being in first again after the debacle that was the World Series last year makes me happy.
Seinfeld season 4 comes out in less than a week. I'm positively giddy about that. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Holla Back Girl
Really, someone get that song out of my freaking head. It's bad enough I have to hear it everywhere I go, but now my brain is playing it on permanent repeat for me. Even picking up the new Weezer and the new DMB CDs haven't cured this for me. Drew and I heard it at the bar on Friday, and it's been there ever since. Don't get me wrong, Gwen's pretty hot still, but this song is total garbage, and it's just assaulting my brain. I already know I'll start whispering it to myself during my final tonight. Damnit. This is almost as bad as the time I got that atrocity "Milkshake" stuck in my head for a week and a half. Almost.
Quick Thoughts
To the woman in front of me on the highway this morning who was going 50 in a 60 mph zone with noone in front of her: Drive! Seriously. I understand that you're about, oh 107 years old, and that your bridge game isn't till 11, but those of us that will be alive the next time we elect a president have places to be. I understand that you are afraid of technology, and things such as cell phones, setting your VCR, and that crazy internet thing that all the kids are talking about scare you...but seriously..gas pedals have been around for a long time. F'ing use it.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Procrastination Destination
Today is pretty much a give up for me in terms of blogging. I don't have anything of any real worth to talk about. On a good note, after tomorrow, I'll be done with school for the semester. I actually almost feel guilty about not taking summer classes though, b/c I feel like I should be plowing through these things faster so that I can get my degree and be done with it. Then again, I am horridly impatient, and would love to be done.
However, I also have this undying need to have a life again. In case you hadn't noticed, and if you hang out with me, you have, I don't have a ton of free time. Granted, I go to the bar a lot, and manage to make it out to most outings, and seem to have plenty of time to blog, but I don't get to do a lot of 'me' things, like just go for a run, or watch a movie, or sit on my porch and not do a damn thing if I choose. I need a little of that this summer arranged around the wedding bonanza.
That brings me to another point. It occured to me today that I've dated, in the last 4 years, no fewer than 4 girls who are married and/or engaged or have been engaged since our relationships have ended. That's a lot. It's also inherenetly funny b/c it's giving me a very "It's not you, it's me" feel about my relationship skills. Then again, I am socially inept, so what did you expect??
***Also, did anyone see Tony Danza get flipped over in a go-kart by Rusty Wallace on his talk show the other day? Absolutely priceless. Guess Rusty was never a fan of male housekeepers
However, I also have this undying need to have a life again. In case you hadn't noticed, and if you hang out with me, you have, I don't have a ton of free time. Granted, I go to the bar a lot, and manage to make it out to most outings, and seem to have plenty of time to blog, but I don't get to do a lot of 'me' things, like just go for a run, or watch a movie, or sit on my porch and not do a damn thing if I choose. I need a little of that this summer arranged around the wedding bonanza.
That brings me to another point. It occured to me today that I've dated, in the last 4 years, no fewer than 4 girls who are married and/or engaged or have been engaged since our relationships have ended. That's a lot. It's also inherenetly funny b/c it's giving me a very "It's not you, it's me" feel about my relationship skills. Then again, I am socially inept, so what did you expect??
***Also, did anyone see Tony Danza get flipped over in a go-kart by Rusty Wallace on his talk show the other day? Absolutely priceless. Guess Rusty was never a fan of male housekeepers
Monday, May 09, 2005
Link of the Day
Mean Girls Start Young
This really didn't surprise me. What surprised me is that it takes them until the age of 3 to start showing these traits. Granted, you have to be able to say mean things for them to quantify this. So I guess three is accurate.
This really didn't surprise me. What surprised me is that it takes them until the age of 3 to start showing these traits. Granted, you have to be able to say mean things for them to quantify this. So I guess three is accurate.
Boo Mondays.....
Two Words
Finals. Weak.
Yes, I'm aware that I misspelled that. It was on purpose. It was supposed to be a cute little reference to the fact that I'm spent from studying last night, and drinking too much all weekend, sleeping very litte and paying for it all this morning. Then I remember that I am not cute, nor amusing.
Finals. Weak.
Yes, I'm aware that I misspelled that. It was on purpose. It was supposed to be a cute little reference to the fact that I'm spent from studying last night, and drinking too much all weekend, sleeping very litte and paying for it all this morning. Then I remember that I am not cute, nor amusing.
My brain is on borderline shutdown this morning, and I'm not happy about it. Couple that with the fact that I'm hacking up a lung, starving, and my (possibly) broken finger is killing right now, and it's a special morning.
On the bright side, I did get my hands on the new DMB album (it's totally fine, I promise) and am actually enjoying it. I was worried that I was going to be as disappointed as I was with Everyday, but it's not like that at all. Most of the tunes are relatively tight, and stay under the five minute mark, but there's some actual soul and it seems like everyone was actually in the studio during the recording. Additionally, it's a better album lyrically than the last couple, in my opinion. I'll just leave you with my favorite line from the album (from the song Hunger For the Great Light)
"I want to be your hunger
I want to see you open wide
And when I go down for you
I want to blow your mind"
Yeah, figure out what that's about and get back to me. I'm out. Fat kid needs a bagel.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Weekend of Opposites
Is it possible to have a good time during a given weekend, yet hate half of what happened? Apparently, since that's basically how this weekend went down. I'm too tired for long narratives, plus I have studying that needs to be attended to, so the 8 of you reading will have to take what you can get, k? Great. Needless to say, this was one of the more random weekends in my recent memory.
Friday night: Somehow made it home from work in somewhat decent time, ensuring that I would be able to make it to the Seis de Mayo party with plenty of time to enjoy more than I should have drank for 10$. I don't think it was the Jack and Coke, or the multiple servings of Blue Moon that did me in so much as the not eating dinner thing. Let's just say that by 9:30 I was a mess, not like embarrassing and throwing up bad...but bad. So if I propositioned you on Friday...my bad. Then, a few of us made it back to Lakewood, hitting the LVT (for much needed fried foods) then to McCarthy's for more cheap beer and a meet up with some of our other friends. Then, shenanigans. Somehow, coming back from the bathroom, I ran into the nefarious ex g/f from college. I somehow seem surprised everytime I run into her, then remember that she's of age, and likes to go out too. I ended up talking to her for over an hour. What? Why? I have no clue. I gaurantee that the alcohol played its' fair part in the mess, but it was wierd b/c I hadn't drank much after the 9:30 or so mark, and felt relatively coherent. It was odd though, b/c we had a mature conversation (a first for us), just catching up, like we were old friends. Considering that things ended very badly between us, it was wierd. Finally, I realize that it was after 1, and that my bed was calling me. Loudly. So as I'm leaving she offers to walk out with me. Odd? Yes. I get to a point outside where it's time to part ways, and we do the obligatory it was good to see you take care of yourself stuff, then the friendly hug. Then she kisses me. What???????
That's not supposed to happen. It was literally nothing major, it lasted less than a second, and I went home feeling almost nothing. Which is even wierder. Regardless, the amount of crap I took all day Saturday for the incident didn't help. Nevertheless, it's been so long since I dated her that even hearing her talk about the guys she has dated etc didn't even make me flinch, and I honestly am glad that I was able to have a good, friendly interaction with her. Does that mean I'm rushing to go grab coffee and talk on the phone with her? No way, but I much prefer to be on decent terms with her so that when I do run into her it's not an uncomfortable and conflict driven situation.
Saturday night: Good times for the most part, including a cook out and then karioke, with drinks provided by Steph and the 100$ she won betting on the Derby. Then, more shenanigans. Remember this incident from last weekend?? Well Divorced Girl (DG) and I talked last Sunday and she apologized profusely, as we all know. So we tried to hang out last week, but she was "sick" and not feeling up to it, so we postponed. I left her a message on Saturday night that I would be out and about, and to contact if she was also. Mind you, I only did this because we were allegedly ON GOOD TERMS. Then I get a phone call at the bar at about 1 am.....
Defintely, definitely the same douchebag that left the message on my phone last week. You know, the kid that she said just took her phone and did that, and how he's not a threat b/c he's gay and she wouldn't be interested in him anyways? Right, he calls me from her phone and starts running his mouth at me. Honestly I don't even remember what was said b/c I was moderately in shock that it happened again after her assurances that it wouldn't. Nevertheless, I just flat hung the phone up and let it go. Sorry DG, I'm forgiving, but not retarded. We'll just toss her in the bin of "girls that treat the truth like it might stab them if they tell it" Honestly, I'm still amazed by the whole thing, b/c this kid that is involved has never met me. EVER. That being said, he seems very angry and aggressive for a gay man. Apparently he hasn't had his face mashed against a pillow enough lately and is taking it out on the straight guys.
The Moral: There are a lot of ignorant, inconsiderate, and pretty much worthless people in this world, do your best to avoid them, b/c they suck. Hard.
Friday night: Somehow made it home from work in somewhat decent time, ensuring that I would be able to make it to the Seis de Mayo party with plenty of time to enjoy more than I should have drank for 10$. I don't think it was the Jack and Coke, or the multiple servings of Blue Moon that did me in so much as the not eating dinner thing. Let's just say that by 9:30 I was a mess, not like embarrassing and throwing up bad...but bad. So if I propositioned you on Friday...my bad. Then, a few of us made it back to Lakewood, hitting the LVT (for much needed fried foods) then to McCarthy's for more cheap beer and a meet up with some of our other friends. Then, shenanigans. Somehow, coming back from the bathroom, I ran into the nefarious ex g/f from college. I somehow seem surprised everytime I run into her, then remember that she's of age, and likes to go out too. I ended up talking to her for over an hour. What? Why? I have no clue. I gaurantee that the alcohol played its' fair part in the mess, but it was wierd b/c I hadn't drank much after the 9:30 or so mark, and felt relatively coherent. It was odd though, b/c we had a mature conversation (a first for us), just catching up, like we were old friends. Considering that things ended very badly between us, it was wierd. Finally, I realize that it was after 1, and that my bed was calling me. Loudly. So as I'm leaving she offers to walk out with me. Odd? Yes. I get to a point outside where it's time to part ways, and we do the obligatory it was good to see you take care of yourself stuff, then the friendly hug. Then she kisses me. What???????
That's not supposed to happen. It was literally nothing major, it lasted less than a second, and I went home feeling almost nothing. Which is even wierder. Regardless, the amount of crap I took all day Saturday for the incident didn't help. Nevertheless, it's been so long since I dated her that even hearing her talk about the guys she has dated etc didn't even make me flinch, and I honestly am glad that I was able to have a good, friendly interaction with her. Does that mean I'm rushing to go grab coffee and talk on the phone with her? No way, but I much prefer to be on decent terms with her so that when I do run into her it's not an uncomfortable and conflict driven situation.
Saturday night: Good times for the most part, including a cook out and then karioke, with drinks provided by Steph and the 100$ she won betting on the Derby. Then, more shenanigans. Remember this incident from last weekend?? Well Divorced Girl (DG) and I talked last Sunday and she apologized profusely, as we all know. So we tried to hang out last week, but she was "sick" and not feeling up to it, so we postponed. I left her a message on Saturday night that I would be out and about, and to contact if she was also. Mind you, I only did this because we were allegedly ON GOOD TERMS. Then I get a phone call at the bar at about 1 am.....
Defintely, definitely the same douchebag that left the message on my phone last week. You know, the kid that she said just took her phone and did that, and how he's not a threat b/c he's gay and she wouldn't be interested in him anyways? Right, he calls me from her phone and starts running his mouth at me. Honestly I don't even remember what was said b/c I was moderately in shock that it happened again after her assurances that it wouldn't. Nevertheless, I just flat hung the phone up and let it go. Sorry DG, I'm forgiving, but not retarded. We'll just toss her in the bin of "girls that treat the truth like it might stab them if they tell it" Honestly, I'm still amazed by the whole thing, b/c this kid that is involved has never met me. EVER. That being said, he seems very angry and aggressive for a gay man. Apparently he hasn't had his face mashed against a pillow enough lately and is taking it out on the straight guys.
The Moral: There are a lot of ignorant, inconsiderate, and pretty much worthless people in this world, do your best to avoid them, b/c they suck. Hard.
Friday, May 06, 2005
A Little Slice of Heaven
In case you hadn't noticed the latest AL East standings, you might not have noticed that the
New York Yankees are in last place. I wish I could have made that much much larger and more bold. I'll settle for enjoying that they have a worse record than the Tribe, and that my beloved Cardinals are in 1st again. I'm sure big George will throw some kind of a fit, fire some people, and make some moves, and they may turn it around, but I'm going to enjoy ever second of this, just like everyone who hates the Yankees as much as I do will. My father had a great saying about this when I was a kid. "Son, I have two favorite baseball teams: The Reds, and anyone playing against the goddamn Yankees." He's a wise man.
New York Yankees are in last place. I wish I could have made that much much larger and more bold. I'll settle for enjoying that they have a worse record than the Tribe, and that my beloved Cardinals are in 1st again. I'm sure big George will throw some kind of a fit, fire some people, and make some moves, and they may turn it around, but I'm going to enjoy ever second of this, just like everyone who hates the Yankees as much as I do will. My father had a great saying about this when I was a kid. "Son, I have two favorite baseball teams: The Reds, and anyone playing against the goddamn Yankees." He's a wise man.
Odds and Ends
Two Words
One. Better.
Or
Why six is better than five.
Tonight is the Cleveland Plays Seis de Mayo party at the Blind Pig, which is also known as the "Excuse to pay $10, get into the bar, drink free for 3 hours, and take your chances finding a cab home from downtown." This is another way of saying that I'm excited. I haven't had much to drink the last couple of weeks, and haven't really had a chance to just unwind. Granted, because it's a party for teams in our football league, the guy to girl ratio will be about 5-1. Not good times. I can live with this though, b/c there's bound to be a good turnout of people and most of them are relatively cool.
I also noticed that I posted my "Irish Name" yesterday, on Cinco de Mayo. My bad. I should have posted my Hispanic name, but I couldn't find anything that would give me that. I'm sure it's like Alejandro Feliz, or something like that.
I've officially given up on the O.C. I tried watching it last night, but that show has completely lost me. I was much happier with last years cast. I mean seriously, was there a better moment in unintentional comedy than Luke yelling "Welcome to the OC, bitch!"? I think not. Now, I've got Ryan's lousy actor brother, Marissa's gone even more crazy, Julie Cooper doing porn (okay that I can believe) And now, with what happened with Kiersten last night, I feel like I'm watching Dallas. My mom watched Dallas. I love my mom, but she has somewhat lame taste in television.
Nevertheless, to everyone coming to the Pig tonight, bring your 10$, and your drinking shoes. PBR all around!
One. Better.
Or
Why six is better than five.
Tonight is the Cleveland Plays Seis de Mayo party at the Blind Pig, which is also known as the "Excuse to pay $10, get into the bar, drink free for 3 hours, and take your chances finding a cab home from downtown." This is another way of saying that I'm excited. I haven't had much to drink the last couple of weeks, and haven't really had a chance to just unwind. Granted, because it's a party for teams in our football league, the guy to girl ratio will be about 5-1. Not good times. I can live with this though, b/c there's bound to be a good turnout of people and most of them are relatively cool.
I also noticed that I posted my "Irish Name" yesterday, on Cinco de Mayo. My bad. I should have posted my Hispanic name, but I couldn't find anything that would give me that. I'm sure it's like Alejandro Feliz, or something like that.
I've officially given up on the O.C. I tried watching it last night, but that show has completely lost me. I was much happier with last years cast. I mean seriously, was there a better moment in unintentional comedy than Luke yelling "Welcome to the OC, bitch!"? I think not. Now, I've got Ryan's lousy actor brother, Marissa's gone even more crazy, Julie Cooper doing porn (okay that I can believe) And now, with what happened with Kiersten last night, I feel like I'm watching Dallas. My mom watched Dallas. I love my mom, but she has somewhat lame taste in television.
Nevertheless, to everyone coming to the Pig tonight, bring your 10$, and your drinking shoes. PBR all around!
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Regrets? I've Had a Few (Request 2)
Today, I'm going to cover Kara's request about bad dates and bad relationships. Some of you may have heard this story before. Hell, I bet a few of you know it by heart. But it's a fun one, so we'll give it a whirl.
Senior year of college (aka 2000-01) I was, like most of my friends, terminally single, which, during your last year of college is truly the ideal way to be, if you ask me. Nevertheless, I did do some dating here and there, but nothing too serious.
In the fall, there was a girl that I had had many classes with and had several mutual friends with. We had kind of flirted with dating a couple years before, but having significant others kind of interfered with that. Nevertheless, we started "seeing each other", which for the most part entailed going to happy hour together, sitting on the porch drinking and listening to Dave, and meeting up after the bar. Good times. Interestingly enough, before we started dating, there was a guy that she was seeing previously. Of course, she communicated to me that that whole situation was over, because she wasn't that person. Now mind you, being that I went to a small school etc, I heard rumors that she was lying, that there were still things going on between them and so forth. However, I, being the trusting person that I am, just kind of let it go.
Then it happened. One night she was supposed to meet me out, but didn't. No big deal, I figured she had fallen asleep. I called, her roomate said she wasn't there. At that point, I knew. I knew the other guys # b/c his roomate was and still is a friend of mine. At this point, I decided a phone call wasn't enough (granted I was hammered) so I went to that dorm, and FROM THE CALLBOX, called the room, got my friend, and then asked for the girl. He paused, realized that I knew, and put her on the phone. The conversation went a bit like this:
Me: "Hey, ____, what're you doing up there?"
Her: "Gordon, what are you doing here, it's 2 am?"
Me: "I'm aware of that, hence me wondering why you are here when it's 2 AM."
Her: "This isn't a good time, I'm trying to get some sleep"
Me: "Really? I thought it would be a good time, I mean, I'm wide awake. Why don't you come down and we'll chat...bring your friend."
Her "Can we talk about this later?"
Me: "Absolutely not. Don't even waste my time" Click.
And people wonder why it takes a long time for me to trust women.
On a completely unrelated note: I got a little dose of karma last night when I was taking my tax return checks to the bank. It came in the form of a 3 inch long screw in my right rear tire. At 7pm. That meant I had to scramble to change it, find a tire place that was open, and pay the 20$ to get it plugged. Good times.
Senior year of college (aka 2000-01) I was, like most of my friends, terminally single, which, during your last year of college is truly the ideal way to be, if you ask me. Nevertheless, I did do some dating here and there, but nothing too serious.
In the fall, there was a girl that I had had many classes with and had several mutual friends with. We had kind of flirted with dating a couple years before, but having significant others kind of interfered with that. Nevertheless, we started "seeing each other", which for the most part entailed going to happy hour together, sitting on the porch drinking and listening to Dave, and meeting up after the bar. Good times. Interestingly enough, before we started dating, there was a guy that she was seeing previously. Of course, she communicated to me that that whole situation was over, because she wasn't that person. Now mind you, being that I went to a small school etc, I heard rumors that she was lying, that there were still things going on between them and so forth. However, I, being the trusting person that I am, just kind of let it go.
Then it happened. One night she was supposed to meet me out, but didn't. No big deal, I figured she had fallen asleep. I called, her roomate said she wasn't there. At that point, I knew. I knew the other guys # b/c his roomate was and still is a friend of mine. At this point, I decided a phone call wasn't enough (granted I was hammered) so I went to that dorm, and FROM THE CALLBOX, called the room, got my friend, and then asked for the girl. He paused, realized that I knew, and put her on the phone. The conversation went a bit like this:
Me: "Hey, ____, what're you doing up there?"
Her: "Gordon, what are you doing here, it's 2 am?"
Me: "I'm aware of that, hence me wondering why you are here when it's 2 AM."
Her: "This isn't a good time, I'm trying to get some sleep"
Me: "Really? I thought it would be a good time, I mean, I'm wide awake. Why don't you come down and we'll chat...bring your friend."
Her "Can we talk about this later?"
Me: "Absolutely not. Don't even waste my time" Click.
And people wonder why it takes a long time for me to trust women.
On a completely unrelated note: I got a little dose of karma last night when I was taking my tax return checks to the bank. It came in the form of a 3 inch long screw in my right rear tire. At 7pm. That meant I had to scramble to change it, find a tire place that was open, and pay the 20$ to get it plugged. Good times.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
By Request....
Since I'm not original enough to come up w/ any topics on my own, (thanks grad school, for killing off my brain cells one by one...I refuse to blame this phenomenon on alcohol) I'm going to honor the requests for stories and opinons on topics as submitted by my six (seven if you count that big brother is probably all over this) readers. Plus, I'm feeling all listy(?) today, so this is going to be in the form of a list.
Strangely though, I feel almost bad tackling the Burger King marketing department for a number of reasons
1) A fellow, more intelligent and more entertaining blogger, MG, already took them on.
2) How do you make fun of Hootie?
3) I mean seriously, have you seen Brooke Burns...there's nothing to mock.....
However, being as committed to my readers as I am, I will forge ahead. A few thoughts on this one:
1) Seriously, does anyone else feel bad for Darius Rucker when they see this commercial? If they had told him 10 years ago-"You can have your 10 million selling record, but you'll be dressed up as an urban cowboy doing fast food commercials by the time your 40" do you think he'd have taken that deal? Would you?
2) Do you think Darius fired his agent after this? I mean, unless they paid him an ungodly amount of money (which I can't imagine they would), this is pretty much the most ridiculous thing you can do as an artist, aside from the Cleveland Rib Cook Off. Sorry, Better than Ezra...it's true. Honestly though, if you watch the commercial, you can see the almost pained smile on his face, like he's wondering if he can take the money he makes from this and pay someone to cut his agent's brake lines.
3) Streets paved with cheese? Come on. That so obviously looks like the yellow brick road that I want little people and ruby slippers included in the commercial.
4) A completely unheralded appearance by the Dallas Cowboy's cheerleaders, really, they don't get anywhere near the credit they deserve for the talent level that they bring to the table. Granted, their appearance makes little to no sense here, but neither do the tumbleweeds of bacon.
5) Two Words for the highlight of the whole thing. Brooke. Burns. Really, her hanging out on that swing, holding that sandwich, saying "Come and get it!"? You have no idea Brooke...really.
Strangely though, I feel almost bad tackling the Burger King marketing department for a number of reasons
1) A fellow, more intelligent and more entertaining blogger, MG, already took them on.
2) How do you make fun of Hootie?
3) I mean seriously, have you seen Brooke Burns...there's nothing to mock.....
However, being as committed to my readers as I am, I will forge ahead. A few thoughts on this one:
1) Seriously, does anyone else feel bad for Darius Rucker when they see this commercial? If they had told him 10 years ago-"You can have your 10 million selling record, but you'll be dressed up as an urban cowboy doing fast food commercials by the time your 40" do you think he'd have taken that deal? Would you?
2) Do you think Darius fired his agent after this? I mean, unless they paid him an ungodly amount of money (which I can't imagine they would), this is pretty much the most ridiculous thing you can do as an artist, aside from the Cleveland Rib Cook Off. Sorry, Better than Ezra...it's true. Honestly though, if you watch the commercial, you can see the almost pained smile on his face, like he's wondering if he can take the money he makes from this and pay someone to cut his agent's brake lines.
3) Streets paved with cheese? Come on. That so obviously looks like the yellow brick road that I want little people and ruby slippers included in the commercial.
4) A completely unheralded appearance by the Dallas Cowboy's cheerleaders, really, they don't get anywhere near the credit they deserve for the talent level that they bring to the table. Granted, their appearance makes little to no sense here, but neither do the tumbleweeds of bacon.
5) Two Words for the highlight of the whole thing. Brooke. Burns. Really, her hanging out on that swing, holding that sandwich, saying "Come and get it!"? You have no idea Brooke...really.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
I Got Nothing
For some reason, perhaps the because of school, or perhaps because I'm just boring, I'm scrapping for topics to discuss lately, which I'm sure some of you have noticed. That being said, I'm openly looking for something to write about. Any suggestions?
Link of The Day...
Really, I wish I had more to say in regards to this. I think it speaks for itself. However, how much do you want to bet this guy doesn't have a drivers liscence to begin with? What will they do then, put a boot on his tractor?
I'd love to hear some comments on this one.
I'd love to hear some comments on this one.
Guilty as Charged....
I admit, I do it all the time. Much to the chagrin of a fellow blog writer, I am completely guilty of bithcing about the weather in Cleveland. However, I would like to state for the record that I grew up in a worse climate, snow wise than this, Erie, PA, and for the 18 years I lived there I don't recall a single instance of snow after May 1st. Now, having said that, I'll also be the first to say that I don't like seeing anyone overreact to it, b/c it's really not something that you can control as long as you insist on living here, so there's no use in being anything but annoyed by it.
Again though, I can sympathize with those who choose to complain about it. Realistically, it is May freaking 2nd, which is not the time of year that I would expect to wear anything but sandles and a tshirt when I go outdoors. Because, you know what? I like going to Indians games, sitting on the patio, driving w/ my sunroof open, and going for a little run around the neighborhood. Shouldn't I be able to expect to have the opportunity to enjoy these things without a parka and mittens by this point in the year? I would hope so. Do I have a right to be annoyed when I'm not able to do these things? I think so. Granted, I should shut up, because there are a total of 3 good months out of the year to do these things, and I expect May to be one of those months. So throw me a bone here people, really......
Again though, I can sympathize with those who choose to complain about it. Realistically, it is May freaking 2nd, which is not the time of year that I would expect to wear anything but sandles and a tshirt when I go outdoors. Because, you know what? I like going to Indians games, sitting on the patio, driving w/ my sunroof open, and going for a little run around the neighborhood. Shouldn't I be able to expect to have the opportunity to enjoy these things without a parka and mittens by this point in the year? I would hope so. Do I have a right to be annoyed when I'm not able to do these things? I think so. Granted, I should shut up, because there are a total of 3 good months out of the year to do these things, and I expect May to be one of those months. So throw me a bone here people, really......
Monday, May 02, 2005
It's Monday May 2nd
And there's snow falling outside my office window right now. If anyone needs me, I'll either be packing for a move to the South, or closing the garage door on my neck.....
Welcome Back....
Lessons learned this weekend:
1) If you jam a finger on your dominant/throwing hand during a flag football game, going bowling that same day is not an appropriate course of action to help make it feel better.
2) I'm really bad at that DVD game, Scene It.
3) Family Guy is still one of the funniest shows I've seen in a long time.
What? No really, I banged my index finger on my right hand pretty bad in our game on Saturday, and it's still pretty sore today, thus making typing somewhat of a Physical Challenge. (Yes, that was a Double Dare reference, and yes, I'm old enough to remember that.)
The second item is pertty self explanatory. We played it this weekend as I group, I got a lot wrong, and am still an idiot.
Also, this weekend marked the return of the Griffin family to Fox. Spectacular. I, and way too many of my friends, have been waiting 4 years for the return of this show. Let's just put it this way....at the beginning, they opened with Peter telling the family that they had been canceled, and Lois asking why, and Peter telling them that they had to make room for quality shows like: Dark Angel, Titus, Andy Richter Controls the Universe etc., and actually naming off every show that Fox had put on that had been canceled since Family Guy had gone off the air previously. It was literally 40 shows I think. Priceless.
In actual peronsal news, I spoke with the girl from who's phone the threatening message was left on my voice mail on Saturday night. She called Sunday morning and said that she had nothing to do with it, that she was out with a bunch of friends, and one of the two guys that were out with them must have done it, and she was pretty sure she knew who it was. Mind you, it was a guy she's been friends with for maybe a month that did this, and doesn't know me at all. She also told me that this same guy did this to another one of the girls in the group a couple of weeks ago. Of course, my repsonse was "Well why are you still going to be friends with this kid then?" She said she would handle it, but she couldn't just turn her back on a friend. I dropped it because it wasn't worth dealing with, but I made it clear that if it happens again that I'm probably not going to be calling her anymore, because I certainly don't need to deal with that kind of garbage. Personally, I'm of the opinion that if somebody would pull a stunt like that, then they're not really a friend. But hey, what do I know?
1) If you jam a finger on your dominant/throwing hand during a flag football game, going bowling that same day is not an appropriate course of action to help make it feel better.
2) I'm really bad at that DVD game, Scene It.
3) Family Guy is still one of the funniest shows I've seen in a long time.
What? No really, I banged my index finger on my right hand pretty bad in our game on Saturday, and it's still pretty sore today, thus making typing somewhat of a Physical Challenge. (Yes, that was a Double Dare reference, and yes, I'm old enough to remember that.)
The second item is pertty self explanatory. We played it this weekend as I group, I got a lot wrong, and am still an idiot.
Also, this weekend marked the return of the Griffin family to Fox. Spectacular. I, and way too many of my friends, have been waiting 4 years for the return of this show. Let's just put it this way....at the beginning, they opened with Peter telling the family that they had been canceled, and Lois asking why, and Peter telling them that they had to make room for quality shows like: Dark Angel, Titus, Andy Richter Controls the Universe etc., and actually naming off every show that Fox had put on that had been canceled since Family Guy had gone off the air previously. It was literally 40 shows I think. Priceless.
In actual peronsal news, I spoke with the girl from who's phone the threatening message was left on my voice mail on Saturday night. She called Sunday morning and said that she had nothing to do with it, that she was out with a bunch of friends, and one of the two guys that were out with them must have done it, and she was pretty sure she knew who it was. Mind you, it was a guy she's been friends with for maybe a month that did this, and doesn't know me at all. She also told me that this same guy did this to another one of the girls in the group a couple of weeks ago. Of course, my repsonse was "Well why are you still going to be friends with this kid then?" She said she would handle it, but she couldn't just turn her back on a friend. I dropped it because it wasn't worth dealing with, but I made it clear that if it happens again that I'm probably not going to be calling her anymore, because I certainly don't need to deal with that kind of garbage. Personally, I'm of the opinion that if somebody would pull a stunt like that, then they're not really a friend. But hey, what do I know?
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