Two Sunday's down and two trips to the Peanut for Hot Wings accomplished. My decision to dive for the devilish delectible dorsal was by chance but oh so welcomed. If you haven't had these wings they are a feast for the eyes as well as the stomach. I mean they come out still smokin' and are as large as pterodactyl appendage. Woosh! Sunday's are nice for several reasons: 1. It's usually laid back and no one really wants to do anything so it's perfect for drinking. 2. All of the fake drinkers and woo hoo girls are gone so it leaves the really interesting people that have something to say left to talk to. Some of the best conversations happen on Sunday. 3. The Peanut downtown has hip-hop and the crowd is really chill. The hip-hop is the old school rap with a messege. Not the shit where they are just talking about being dope and shooting somebody. D.O. and I ventured down and bellied up to the bar. One drink in and a drunk chic next to Dave tosses cookies on the floor. We were in disbelief, chic didn't even make an attempt to make a run for the restroom. They got some napkins and cleaned it up but it splashed all over D.O. shoes. Ewww.. The funny part though was when the bartender made her buy us a round. She got lucky because he thought she just spilled her drink. We all smiled and played cool.
In other good news I bought my tickets for Germany. We'll be gone for 2 weeks and I am so psyched for it. Our journey will begin in Frankfurt with stops in Cologne, Aachen, Stuttgart, and Munich for Oktoberfest! I bought my first real backpack and walking shoes yesterday. Haven't ever really lived out of a backpack before or not had a homebase so this will be a new experience. I'm not really a big planner so it will be interesting to see how this will work out. I DO plan on obtaining a camera so I'll take many boss pictures and maybe even pick up some loederhosen.
I'm tired so I'm going to bed.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Sparks
What do you do when your caught in a dilemma? Go with your heart or go with your heart? WHat if your heart and your emotions say do both?! Your fucked. Enough about that.
Tonight I played trivia and started just with my lonesome but quickly CJ and JS stopped in and kept it from being embarassing. Good thing CJ knew something about Project Runway or else all was lost. The best part is when we got points for puttung down "Colonol Lingus" as an answer for an open question and got points for it. We ended up respectable except for the last answer which I thought was "Allentown" and ended up being "Silly Love Songs." Stupid drum beats.
What can I say.. not much I guess. Went to Milwaukee and had a great time. Saw the best and longest fireworks display east of the Mississippi. Hung out and saw the highlights of what I enjoyed about the city.
"Your so sweet dear,
your handsome,
did I mention, your handsome,
you're to blame,
I can't stay away..."
I saw the Pickin Trix and The Meat Purveyors this past weekend. I was so hyped because I love the Pickin Trix and TMP. Everyone probably thought I was on something because I was definately out of control. Couldn't help it because when Sparks fly it's hard to catch them.. you just gotta watch them fly and hope they don't burn out tooo soon.
Tonight I played trivia and started just with my lonesome but quickly CJ and JS stopped in and kept it from being embarassing. Good thing CJ knew something about Project Runway or else all was lost. The best part is when we got points for puttung down "Colonol Lingus" as an answer for an open question and got points for it. We ended up respectable except for the last answer which I thought was "Allentown" and ended up being "Silly Love Songs." Stupid drum beats.
What can I say.. not much I guess. Went to Milwaukee and had a great time. Saw the best and longest fireworks display east of the Mississippi. Hung out and saw the highlights of what I enjoyed about the city.
"Your so sweet dear,
your handsome,
did I mention, your handsome,
you're to blame,
I can't stay away..."
I saw the Pickin Trix and The Meat Purveyors this past weekend. I was so hyped because I love the Pickin Trix and TMP. Everyone probably thought I was on something because I was definately out of control. Couldn't help it because when Sparks fly it's hard to catch them.. you just gotta watch them fly and hope they don't burn out tooo soon.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Butt Naked on the Bedroom Floor
This was originally suppossed to post on June 16th....
What do you get when you mix 3 Germans, 1 Mexican, 1 Swede, 1 Belgian, and a bunch of Americans? A lot of mixed language cuss outs and hangovers. Last night was one crazy night. I did it up Big Night Style with shots of Jamo and vodka and pitchers of Pale Ale. Awesome! Did you know the Westport Flea Market has the best BLT in town? 1/4lb of of the swine, big soggy tomatoes, and shredded head. Unbelievable.
Got my ass taxed at Foosball by the Germans- Never trust a German who says he doesn't play or watch sports because they are probably very good at games.
Anywho I ended up at the Lava Room with the Swede passed out in the corner. Many shots later and without McDonalds I wake up on my bedroom floor but naked and NOT late for work. Fortunately everyone else who was with me (contractors, boss, and all) were very hung over and made it a very easy Friday. Cheers to the beer industry for working hard and playing hard.
What do you get when you mix 3 Germans, 1 Mexican, 1 Swede, 1 Belgian, and a bunch of Americans? A lot of mixed language cuss outs and hangovers. Last night was one crazy night. I did it up Big Night Style with shots of Jamo and vodka and pitchers of Pale Ale. Awesome! Did you know the Westport Flea Market has the best BLT in town? 1/4lb of of the swine, big soggy tomatoes, and shredded head. Unbelievable.
Got my ass taxed at Foosball by the Germans- Never trust a German who says he doesn't play or watch sports because they are probably very good at games.
Anywho I ended up at the Lava Room with the Swede passed out in the corner. Many shots later and without McDonalds I wake up on my bedroom floor but naked and NOT late for work. Fortunately everyone else who was with me (contractors, boss, and all) were very hung over and made it a very easy Friday. Cheers to the beer industry for working hard and playing hard.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Time to write again
OK folks sorry for the 2 month hiatus. Lots of things happend to cause the delay. All of which will be detailed in haiku because I like the short and sweet...
My Job Heated Up
Not To Busy To Drink A Lot
Hangover No Fun
Sunday Soccer Starts
Realize I've Got A Gut
Sweat Like An Old Man
Riding The Hot Hog
Saves Me A Lot of Gas Money
Can't Stop Rolling Out
My Niece is A Grad
Chi-Town Is The Place To Be
I Love Her Dearly
Got A New Roomie
Dave And I Are Pimp'n It
Keep Tha Party Goin*
Germany This Fall
I Need A Vacation Bad
Octoberfest HooRahhh!*
I know the last two don't fall completely in the rules of Haiku but then again I don't follow the rules all of the time.
There's alot more I didn't want to bore you with. I realize I need to get a digital camera and learn how to post pictures. I enjoy looking at everyone else's work I need to put up some of my own.
Just consider this an intro to more blogging in the future.
TFG
My Job Heated Up
Not To Busy To Drink A Lot
Hangover No Fun
Sunday Soccer Starts
Realize I've Got A Gut
Sweat Like An Old Man
Riding The Hot Hog
Saves Me A Lot of Gas Money
Can't Stop Rolling Out
My Niece is A Grad
Chi-Town Is The Place To Be
I Love Her Dearly
Got A New Roomie
Dave And I Are Pimp'n It
Keep Tha Party Goin*
Germany This Fall
I Need A Vacation Bad
Octoberfest HooRahhh!*
I know the last two don't fall completely in the rules of Haiku but then again I don't follow the rules all of the time.
There's alot more I didn't want to bore you with. I realize I need to get a digital camera and learn how to post pictures. I enjoy looking at everyone else's work I need to put up some of my own.
Just consider this an intro to more blogging in the future.
TFG
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
The New Phone
My cryptic blogging is annoying and endless. It's my way of having an on-line journal without revealing too much of myself. I'll stick with paper for that. So on to the funny things about my day.
Waking up with yellow/red eyes. Now don't shake your head and say, I don't know what you are talking about." It's when no matter how awake you feel - your eyes tell the truth about what happened last night. Lots of booze and not enough sleep. My favorite is talking to people and they don't realize they still stink like cigarettes and booze but they talk to you like everything is normal. I'm a victim and a perpetrator.
The funniest part of my day came when the mechanical contractor on my site gave a eulogy for a metal rack I designed. It was prematurely decided it would not work and he took off his hard hat and said a little prayer for it before he turned it into scrap. "Poor little thing never even got a chance to hang on the wall"
By the Power of Greyskull, I will finish this entry.
Waking up with yellow/red eyes. Now don't shake your head and say, I don't know what you are talking about." It's when no matter how awake you feel - your eyes tell the truth about what happened last night. Lots of booze and not enough sleep. My favorite is talking to people and they don't realize they still stink like cigarettes and booze but they talk to you like everything is normal. I'm a victim and a perpetrator.
The funniest part of my day came when the mechanical contractor on my site gave a eulogy for a metal rack I designed. It was prematurely decided it would not work and he took off his hard hat and said a little prayer for it before he turned it into scrap. "Poor little thing never even got a chance to hang on the wall"
By the Power of Greyskull, I will finish this entry.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
I Saw It In Your Eyes
You step. You fall. You pick yourself up.. try to avoid the shoes and Legos but there they are and then back down again.
The trip of awesome is coming. The inspiration is still going strong and work is going great. I've got a Mr. Snuffleupogus. But I want it that way.
Mom's Birthday - My Mom's 65th Birthday was two weeks ago. It was all I hoped it would be. Bright fragrent flowers, warm sunny day and my family all gathered talking eating and drinking. I learned more about myself and my family that day than I have in one setting in a long time. My father... who and how I identify with my family. Definately one of the most enjoyable moments in my life.
Mark Gant's Homecoming/Going away. I love this kid. How he does it amazes me because the talent oozes from his pours like a watermelon soda on a hot summer day. Reflective sunglasses on the face and Blue Moon on the breath. The purpose matches the swagger.
Andy's Visit - My friend Andy Holtan (Defraine) came to visit. I took him out and in 18 hours put the best face I could on KC showing him the best and the best of the worst of KC. The crowning moment came when we are toasting Guinness at 10:45 am on St. Patty's Day on the top deck of O'dowd's - then I go back to work.
St. Patrick's Day - recordBar... how fitting that it's the first bar I go to after I leave work. Something about it that keeps pulling me back in. A KU ass whippin and then almost a fight lead into just drunkin beligerence. But what else would you expect
Game Night - Another successful game night. Assasin rules because we've got an amazing set of friends who really know how to do the bullshit game.
Brodioke - Another night at the Brick where I get a lot of the happy juice. But I sang Old McDonald and it was soo good Brodi made me sing it twice. I smiled and so did Mr. Snuffleupogus.
Wilco - Nice.
My Dinner - Even better....
My Secret.. no one knows how full I think the glass really is....
The trip of awesome is coming. The inspiration is still going strong and work is going great. I've got a Mr. Snuffleupogus. But I want it that way.
Mom's Birthday - My Mom's 65th Birthday was two weeks ago. It was all I hoped it would be. Bright fragrent flowers, warm sunny day and my family all gathered talking eating and drinking. I learned more about myself and my family that day than I have in one setting in a long time. My father... who and how I identify with my family. Definately one of the most enjoyable moments in my life.
Mark Gant's Homecoming/Going away. I love this kid. How he does it amazes me because the talent oozes from his pours like a watermelon soda on a hot summer day. Reflective sunglasses on the face and Blue Moon on the breath. The purpose matches the swagger.
Andy's Visit - My friend Andy Holtan (Defraine) came to visit. I took him out and in 18 hours put the best face I could on KC showing him the best and the best of the worst of KC. The crowning moment came when we are toasting Guinness at 10:45 am on St. Patty's Day on the top deck of O'dowd's - then I go back to work.
St. Patrick's Day - recordBar... how fitting that it's the first bar I go to after I leave work. Something about it that keeps pulling me back in. A KU ass whippin and then almost a fight lead into just drunkin beligerence. But what else would you expect
Game Night - Another successful game night. Assasin rules because we've got an amazing set of friends who really know how to do the bullshit game.
Brodioke - Another night at the Brick where I get a lot of the happy juice. But I sang Old McDonald and it was soo good Brodi made me sing it twice. I smiled and so did Mr. Snuffleupogus.
Wilco - Nice.
My Dinner - Even better....
My Secret.. no one knows how full I think the glass really is....
Sunday, March 05, 2006
WKYA - Kicking Yo ASS
It has been a crazy couple of weeks. Lots of activity and I'll try to re-cap. We'll start with Mardi Gras in St. Louis... No wait we'll start with Trivia night at the recordBar two Thursday's ago. Hands down one of the best we've attended. Not only cause we were kicking everyone's ass heading into the final round, but we were obnoxiously loud and laughing about it. The crowning moment came when in last moments of the second round being pressed for an answer we confer and give a so so answer that ended up being right! We hopped on the chairs yelling SUCK IT, giving high fives and screaming woo -hoo! The right answer was Maniac Mansion.
Next I head down over to St. Louis for Mardi Gras. My first Mardi Gras celebration and wow was it cool. Not only did I run into Ringo and Jen completely unexpectedly at Jen's parents house but one of our brewers got jumped outside of a 7-eleven and a sales guy got hit on the back of the neck with a hockey stick. Needless to say I'm not going again unless I've got a plenty of protection and huge steel balls.... and we know already have the latter. Anyways I saw plenty of boobies both female and male and got to hang with a great krewe. My piece of advice to the bartender at the private party we had in Soulard... "Don't get high on your own supply when you got two more hours to work the party."
This week I attended the Ben Taylor show at where else, the recordBar. I love this place. Ben was good sounded and looked a lot like his dad, but it was still a good show. I thought he would jam out a little more but I have to give him his props for telling the decidedly folk crowd to get off the floor and get active. Lord knows I thought they were going to fall asleep.
Trivia night was a bust. n'ough said. Friday I saw Dave Chappell's Block Party. If you love great Hip-Hop and want to see someone who has tons of talent and a conscience to boot you can either come see me or go see this movie.
Game night at the crib Saturday night. Laura and I kicked major booty taking first place. The funny part came when T.C. got mad cause no one was listening to him give instructions on how to play assassin. I think everyone was giddy and tired and he really wanted to play. Insults were flying but I couldn't stop laughing. Good times.
The next couple of weeks should be interesting - Gants comes home for one more hoorahh before heading overseas. Mom turns 65 on Sat.... St.Patty's Day..... Andy comes to town.... and Spring officially arrives.... Kick Ass!
On a final note but probably the most important thing that has happened to me in the last couple of weeks. I've been inspired. There is nothing like having a moment & the clarity and coming to the realization your bottled potential is greater than you ever imagined. Seeing someone do the things you've wanted to do and knowing you could do the same. Wow! This year has kicked last year's ass so far and there's no turning back.
Next I head down over to St. Louis for Mardi Gras. My first Mardi Gras celebration and wow was it cool. Not only did I run into Ringo and Jen completely unexpectedly at Jen's parents house but one of our brewers got jumped outside of a 7-eleven and a sales guy got hit on the back of the neck with a hockey stick. Needless to say I'm not going again unless I've got a plenty of protection and huge steel balls.... and we know already have the latter. Anyways I saw plenty of boobies both female and male and got to hang with a great krewe. My piece of advice to the bartender at the private party we had in Soulard... "Don't get high on your own supply when you got two more hours to work the party."
This week I attended the Ben Taylor show at where else, the recordBar. I love this place. Ben was good sounded and looked a lot like his dad, but it was still a good show. I thought he would jam out a little more but I have to give him his props for telling the decidedly folk crowd to get off the floor and get active. Lord knows I thought they were going to fall asleep.
Trivia night was a bust. n'ough said. Friday I saw Dave Chappell's Block Party. If you love great Hip-Hop and want to see someone who has tons of talent and a conscience to boot you can either come see me or go see this movie.
Game night at the crib Saturday night. Laura and I kicked major booty taking first place. The funny part came when T.C. got mad cause no one was listening to him give instructions on how to play assassin. I think everyone was giddy and tired and he really wanted to play. Insults were flying but I couldn't stop laughing. Good times.
The next couple of weeks should be interesting - Gants comes home for one more hoorahh before heading overseas. Mom turns 65 on Sat.... St.Patty's Day..... Andy comes to town.... and Spring officially arrives.... Kick Ass!
On a final note but probably the most important thing that has happened to me in the last couple of weeks. I've been inspired. There is nothing like having a moment & the clarity and coming to the realization your bottled potential is greater than you ever imagined. Seeing someone do the things you've wanted to do and knowing you could do the same. Wow! This year has kicked last year's ass so far and there's no turning back.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Progress
I gotta say I have met some good and some great people in my time. But the one thing that the two have in common is the promise to make progress. I just learned tonight that another friend is leaving the country. That makes 2 definate and 4 possible. (The other two are 60% sure but haven't heard the final word. N'ough said.
This Blog is dedicated to the happy things in my life. Apparently I've been depressing people with the last few blogs and I need to be upbeat. I know it doesn't help that I write in the persona of Baxter Black
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=2100231
but I don't mind because he's a great cowboy poet. So these next few moments are dedicated to the newest expatriots and the good times associtated with both.
Ringo - Chiefs/Broncos WOW!, Ice Block Sister's Jeep, HQ Shots at Levee, Human Tornado at the New Heidelberg, Pink Salmon, drinks on your deck summer of 2002.
Mark - You Butt Naked at the J-school slums during a party, Milwaukee/Chicago good times - taking cabs and walking to your place not knowing where the fuck I am, throwing eggs at cop cars, smuggling bottles of wine out of Greek Bars. smiles.
Here's to you guys. May the travels bring wisdom and joy and a little pain to grow on.
I'll keep the beer cold for you - come back safely.
Andre
This Blog is dedicated to the happy things in my life. Apparently I've been depressing people with the last few blogs and I need to be upbeat. I know it doesn't help that I write in the persona of Baxter Black
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=2100231
but I don't mind because he's a great cowboy poet. So these next few moments are dedicated to the newest expatriots and the good times associtated with both.
Ringo - Chiefs/Broncos WOW!, Ice Block Sister's Jeep, HQ Shots at Levee, Human Tornado at the New Heidelberg, Pink Salmon, drinks on your deck summer of 2002.
Mark - You Butt Naked at the J-school slums during a party, Milwaukee/Chicago good times - taking cabs and walking to your place not knowing where the fuck I am, throwing eggs at cop cars, smuggling bottles of wine out of Greek Bars. smiles.
Here's to you guys. May the travels bring wisdom and joy and a little pain to grow on.
I'll keep the beer cold for you - come back safely.
Andre
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Jesus, has it been a week already
So I'm on fast forward. Seems like everytime I get up to milk the cows I can't believe I've been granted another day. So I slough out of bed and make my way to get my breakfast - oatmeal w/ raisens, and head out the door to work. Now I wouldn't say I'm a working stiff but somehow the days are running together and so are the nights - when was the last time I didn't have a drink?
Patience - moderation - self enlightenment. All things I've been incorporating into my life with success but there is something missing, cue John Mayer. Example. Last night was awesome - Lola bean, A-Yo, CJ, Mel, and I had a fantastic time. Drinks, a re-cap of the weekend's events, running into other friends, more good conversation, a change of scenery, good food, and homeward bound feeling great. But somehow I get up and I feel like I'm milking the cows again. soomethang's missing and I don't know how to fix it...
My momma once told me a long time ago that whiskey and women will do you wrong. Somehow I think after I actually listen to her that milking the cows won't feel the same.
Patience - moderation - self enlightenment. All things I've been incorporating into my life with success but there is something missing, cue John Mayer. Example. Last night was awesome - Lola bean, A-Yo, CJ, Mel, and I had a fantastic time. Drinks, a re-cap of the weekend's events, running into other friends, more good conversation, a change of scenery, good food, and homeward bound feeling great. But somehow I get up and I feel like I'm milking the cows again. soomethang's missing and I don't know how to fix it...
My momma once told me a long time ago that whiskey and women will do you wrong. Somehow I think after I actually listen to her that milking the cows won't feel the same.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
The Weeks Ahead
I've decided to become very patient. They say patience is a virtue and for some reason I have lost this one. But reliving moments in my life over again I realize something is amiss. I credit Carolyn and Groundhog day for pointing this out. Unfortunately it didn't click until Monday morning when I woke up tired and slightly hungover again. "Can I have another one of these with some booze in it?" Ugh. My wallet and my head feel a little empty. Living like there's no tomorrow has it's price. Fame? Nope. Fortune? Not a chance. Miserable and repetative... Now were on to something.
I leave tomorrow for a trip to Minnesota. They say Bob Dylan made a similar trip to find Woody Guthrie. Travelling through ice and snow and he came back a changed man. Found the crossroads and made that deal with the devil. Who'd a thought the devil lived in Minnesota?
So maybe Trivia night will happen when I get back Thursday afternoon. Maybe it won't. I'm gonna hold out until I know what the crossroads has in store for me.
I leave tomorrow for a trip to Minnesota. They say Bob Dylan made a similar trip to find Woody Guthrie. Travelling through ice and snow and he came back a changed man. Found the crossroads and made that deal with the devil. Who'd a thought the devil lived in Minnesota?
So maybe Trivia night will happen when I get back Thursday afternoon. Maybe it won't. I'm gonna hold out until I know what the crossroads has in store for me.
Monday, January 30, 2006
The Biggest Night of Them All
I sit and I write. It's been a while since I've updated my blog and I apologize to anyone that may have been checking my site regularly. I've been busy and well, sometimes the written record takes a backseat to life.
Friday January 27th was my birthday. I'm not known to make a fuss just because it's a funny "holiday." Everyone remembers Christmas and, my favorite, St Patrick's Day, but birthdays are sort of an anomaly. Close family members are supposed to do something like call or make you dinner but that doesn't happen regularly unless you come from a close and usually small family, or you're Jesus.
So this year being one of happiness and new beginnings I decided to do something this time. The day started off quite well with a slight hangover and my phone ringing at 7:10 in the morning. Flowers were delivered and my sister sang me happy birthday. Very nice. Then God decided he wanted to do something special and made it 60 degrees all day long. Very nice of him since it's January and that just doesn't happen.
I pranced around work all day wearing a train conductors hat and overalls and kept making jokes about being an engineer. Everyone had their own jokes but kept it polite since it was my birthday. I took off early and had lunch by myself at one of my favorite restaurants - Pierponts, and then picked up a shit load of booze and headed back to my place for a nap.
Since I was feeling extremely good I decided to don my father's cowboy hat and cowboy up for the night. Turns out my luck was with me and all my friends who could come by my house or show up at the recordBar did and we all had a good time. The night gets messy when we went to Buzzard Beach and I start wobbling like a fat chick on a supermarket mechanical horse. There was a lot of slurred words and dirty looks but I got out of there with all limbs intact and my wallet none the lighter.
Everyone said they had a good time and enjoyed the band. My favorite was when the marching band came out and played. Who gets a marching band to play at your joint birthday party? I do! Ha - still winning.
Side note. I accidentally went to the ya-ya site when I meant to go to the yahoo site and found a name generator http://www.ya-ya.com/yaya_name Turns out to be quite accurate - well it was until I just did it. My first name was Duchess Loves to Laugh. Now I'm not a Duchess but I do love to laugh. But I just did it now I'm Duchess Loves to Read. Stupid Random Name Generator.
Until next time, I'll see you at the recordBar.
Friday January 27th was my birthday. I'm not known to make a fuss just because it's a funny "holiday." Everyone remembers Christmas and, my favorite, St Patrick's Day, but birthdays are sort of an anomaly. Close family members are supposed to do something like call or make you dinner but that doesn't happen regularly unless you come from a close and usually small family, or you're Jesus.
So this year being one of happiness and new beginnings I decided to do something this time. The day started off quite well with a slight hangover and my phone ringing at 7:10 in the morning. Flowers were delivered and my sister sang me happy birthday. Very nice. Then God decided he wanted to do something special and made it 60 degrees all day long. Very nice of him since it's January and that just doesn't happen.
I pranced around work all day wearing a train conductors hat and overalls and kept making jokes about being an engineer. Everyone had their own jokes but kept it polite since it was my birthday. I took off early and had lunch by myself at one of my favorite restaurants - Pierponts, and then picked up a shit load of booze and headed back to my place for a nap.
Since I was feeling extremely good I decided to don my father's cowboy hat and cowboy up for the night. Turns out my luck was with me and all my friends who could come by my house or show up at the recordBar did and we all had a good time. The night gets messy when we went to Buzzard Beach and I start wobbling like a fat chick on a supermarket mechanical horse. There was a lot of slurred words and dirty looks but I got out of there with all limbs intact and my wallet none the lighter.
Everyone said they had a good time and enjoyed the band. My favorite was when the marching band came out and played. Who gets a marching band to play at your joint birthday party? I do! Ha - still winning.
Side note. I accidentally went to the ya-ya site when I meant to go to the yahoo site and found a name generator http://www.ya-ya.com/yaya_name Turns out to be quite accurate - well it was until I just did it. My first name was Duchess Loves to Laugh. Now I'm not a Duchess but I do love to laugh. But I just did it now I'm Duchess Loves to Read. Stupid Random Name Generator.
Until next time, I'll see you at the recordBar.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Give one up to Mizzou
So the Tigers pulled one out. Good thing I was rooting for them. Could have gotten ugly if I wasn't.
I saw Capote last night. The film about Truman during his time writing, "In Cold Blood." First off I must tip my hat to Phillip Seymore Hoffman for an absolutely marvelous portrayal of the writer. At times it seemed a bit forced but he was engrossing and genuine.
I had heard Capote was conflicted during the time he was writing the story. The movie portrayed this well; his lover during the time of his research, the ostracizing of his friends, and his inner conflict of befriending the convicts and hiding the truth. I don't believe it was complex because we, and I speak for myself when I say this, make these decisions everyday; going after what we believe we want by trading on the future of love and success. Now to be fair, Truman didn't sell out his close friends but the anguish he endured internally was raw. To torment yourself, as expressed in this movie, had twice the effect because it tore him down and the people around him. How do you balance your ambition and still be successful in your own mind?
The story wasn't about the crime in Kansas nor the research that took him on a journey of 8 years. It was about how relationships are formed from connections oft of little coincidence.
I can't explain why I am on the path that I am or why those that interact me now do, but I find it enriching and take no moment or person for granted.
I saw Capote last night. The film about Truman during his time writing, "In Cold Blood." First off I must tip my hat to Phillip Seymore Hoffman for an absolutely marvelous portrayal of the writer. At times it seemed a bit forced but he was engrossing and genuine.
I had heard Capote was conflicted during the time he was writing the story. The movie portrayed this well; his lover during the time of his research, the ostracizing of his friends, and his inner conflict of befriending the convicts and hiding the truth. I don't believe it was complex because we, and I speak for myself when I say this, make these decisions everyday; going after what we believe we want by trading on the future of love and success. Now to be fair, Truman didn't sell out his close friends but the anguish he endured internally was raw. To torment yourself, as expressed in this movie, had twice the effect because it tore him down and the people around him. How do you balance your ambition and still be successful in your own mind?
The story wasn't about the crime in Kansas nor the research that took him on a journey of 8 years. It was about how relationships are formed from connections oft of little coincidence.
I can't explain why I am on the path that I am or why those that interact me now do, but I find it enriching and take no moment or person for granted.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Bhutan Clan
I gotta say Ted cracks my shit up. Last night was trivia night at the recordBar. He, myself, and several other teammates gathered there to test our wits at random subjects. As more drinks were consumed things got more obnoxious, and I'm just talking about the moderator! Ted was furious when the guy yells out our answer, Butan, before anyone else had a chance to reply and then proceeded to revoke the question. I thought he was going to jump on stage and snatch the mic and break it in two.
We got third place. Top honors went to "Some Pind of Kussy." Nice name for a bunch of chicks with brains.
Later I got drunk went home and passed out on my couch. Haven't done that in a while.
I am really tired right now. I need to get my spirits up because I'm going to go eat some steak at this fancy shmancy French place called Aixios. It's JK's B-day and it's sure to be fun.
OK. Now it's time to pick my winning suggestion for the "How to keep Andre from getting LARGE" contest. Actually we have a couple of winners.
First the losers:
Carolyn: I can't do ice dating because I licked my date once and my tongue got stuck so someone had to pee on my date to melt her and free my tongue.
Not EriK Estrada: I don't want to look at fat chicks nor do I want to join a gym. I don't like gyms because there are germs everywhere and as Megan would say, "The people there are dumb."
Sack of Ringo: Swimming requires me to get undressed and do the awkward towel dance in the locker room so that nobody sees "Mr Winky." Now I'm pretty confident but not so much after getting out of a pool in the winter time.
On to the winners:
The duo of Mark and Megan. I will use an extension cord for my jump rope, just hope I don't miss and hit myself. And yes Mark I will begin to eat right, do more cardio, and lift malt. Not just malt beverages but sacks of it too.
Thanks to all who gave a shit.
Arrowed.
We got third place. Top honors went to "Some Pind of Kussy." Nice name for a bunch of chicks with brains.
Later I got drunk went home and passed out on my couch. Haven't done that in a while.
I am really tired right now. I need to get my spirits up because I'm going to go eat some steak at this fancy shmancy French place called Aixios. It's JK's B-day and it's sure to be fun.
OK. Now it's time to pick my winning suggestion for the "How to keep Andre from getting LARGE" contest. Actually we have a couple of winners.
First the losers:
Carolyn: I can't do ice dating because I licked my date once and my tongue got stuck so someone had to pee on my date to melt her and free my tongue.
Not EriK Estrada: I don't want to look at fat chicks nor do I want to join a gym. I don't like gyms because there are germs everywhere and as Megan would say, "The people there are dumb."
Sack of Ringo: Swimming requires me to get undressed and do the awkward towel dance in the locker room so that nobody sees "Mr Winky." Now I'm pretty confident but not so much after getting out of a pool in the winter time.
On to the winners:
The duo of Mark and Megan. I will use an extension cord for my jump rope, just hope I don't miss and hit myself. And yes Mark I will begin to eat right, do more cardio, and lift malt. Not just malt beverages but sacks of it too.
Thanks to all who gave a shit.
Arrowed.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Insatiable Nights, Afternoon Delights
I need to put something up here that lets everyone know I am OK. So everyone, I'm OK. Thanks to everyone that helped me get over my frustrations during the week, either by good words or good drinks.
Here's my weekend - soccer, friends, booze, sleep, friends, food, sleep, football, friends, booze, dance, booze, sleep, convention, booze, friends, blog.
Here's me in two months - bloated and overweight- but still boozin.
SO It's time to decide on my mode of exercise. I've got the soccer thing down for one night a week but I need something else and fast. At this point I am soliciting suggestions as long as they fit into not costing me a ton of money, it's not boring after I do it for one week, and it's something I can do by myself or with a partner. Here are some activities I am not considering: dating, on-line dating, running jogging speedwalking or any other stupid variation, masterbation, rollerblading, iceskating, pen-pal, playing with legos, babysitting, skipping stones, watching any reality TV, and last but not the end, picking up chicks in the McDonalds drive through (that was over before it began back in York, PA)
I will consider just about any suggestion....
I thank you for your support.
Here's my weekend - soccer, friends, booze, sleep, friends, food, sleep, football, friends, booze, dance, booze, sleep, convention, booze, friends, blog.
Here's me in two months - bloated and overweight- but still boozin.
SO It's time to decide on my mode of exercise. I've got the soccer thing down for one night a week but I need something else and fast. At this point I am soliciting suggestions as long as they fit into not costing me a ton of money, it's not boring after I do it for one week, and it's something I can do by myself or with a partner. Here are some activities I am not considering: dating, on-line dating, running jogging speedwalking or any other stupid variation, masterbation, rollerblading, iceskating, pen-pal, playing with legos, babysitting, skipping stones, watching any reality TV, and last but not the end, picking up chicks in the McDonalds drive through (that was over before it began back in York, PA)
I will consider just about any suggestion....
I thank you for your support.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Damn seems like 2005
OK! so I can bitch since it's my Blog and I am the author. It started so right. New day, sleep, football, food, folks, and fun... Now it just seems like the same but with the incremental change in number. FUCK
I have some anger right now. Very similar to MG when he rode through the streets of Chicago when he got back from NY visiting Alford. You know what I mean if you were around. FUUUUUCK.
Instead of keeping bodies from going into the lake across from my house I want to run several people down and get an excuse to throw some people in. Like, "hmmm the fish need to eat too. So why not let them feed on people who like to give out pain but not feel it." Goo googallly gooo FOOOUUUUCKKKK!
I'm glad tomorrow is another day. That way I can start it off as if it were the new year.
Happy New Year!
Fuck.
I have some anger right now. Very similar to MG when he rode through the streets of Chicago when he got back from NY visiting Alford. You know what I mean if you were around. FUUUUUCK.
Instead of keeping bodies from going into the lake across from my house I want to run several people down and get an excuse to throw some people in. Like, "hmmm the fish need to eat too. So why not let them feed on people who like to give out pain but not feel it." Goo googallly gooo FOOOUUUUCKKKK!
I'm glad tomorrow is another day. That way I can start it off as if it were the new year.
Happy New Year!
Fuck.
Monday, January 02, 2006
New Day New Way
Resolutions...Oxford American Dictionary says its, "2. a mental pledge, something one intends to do, New Year resolutions." Well I have a few New Year resolutions.
1. Call people on bullshit. My friends are my friends for a reason. Rarely do they bullshit me unless they are telling some meaningless joke at which I can laugh. I am refering to the hapless soul who doesn't realize that bullshitting me is not only wrong but downright disrespectful.
2. Be a little more serious. Now this doesn't pertain to anyone reading this blog. Only regarding my job and career decisions. So pay no attention to this unless I say I can only drink with you until 1am instead of 3am because I gotta work the next day.
3. Make changes in my community. Now I could say I'm going to read to kids or do some habitat for humanity shit but in reality I don't know what I mean by that. I think I will try to keep people and bodies from crashing into the lake across from my house. Or if I can't get them out... get them a beer. They'll probably need it after all the excitement.
As far as making any more changes, right now I think I'm good.
1. Call people on bullshit. My friends are my friends for a reason. Rarely do they bullshit me unless they are telling some meaningless joke at which I can laugh. I am refering to the hapless soul who doesn't realize that bullshitting me is not only wrong but downright disrespectful.
2. Be a little more serious. Now this doesn't pertain to anyone reading this blog. Only regarding my job and career decisions. So pay no attention to this unless I say I can only drink with you until 1am instead of 3am because I gotta work the next day.
3. Make changes in my community. Now I could say I'm going to read to kids or do some habitat for humanity shit but in reality I don't know what I mean by that. I think I will try to keep people and bodies from crashing into the lake across from my house. Or if I can't get them out... get them a beer. They'll probably need it after all the excitement.
As far as making any more changes, right now I think I'm good.
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