ARGHHH how did this happen?
Looking at my calendar, it looks like I'll be home one weekend a month until Sept.! 3 trips per month! Where am I going to find the vaction days and money for all these flights? Why am I paying for my apt.? I should sublet the weekends to people who're using it to cheat. Then I can have evidence and blackmail them for money and a large bubble tea. Mmmm... Bubble tea...
ARGH!
2 lousy emails today. Geeze... come on people, write me something, anything. I'm actually having to do work here.
Friday, May 28, 2004
Colorado
Colorado is gorgeous. If you’ve never visited, you really should. I went back last weekend to visit my friends in Colorado Springs. The high elevation desert boarded by the Rockies makes for very scenic landscape.
So here’s the summary of the weekend. Got there Friday night after numerous flight delays. Finally got to CS and had delicious Louie’s pizza (Oh good God can potheads make good pizza! If you know a pizza place with a lot of potheads working there, I guarantee you it’ll be good pizza). Got torn up later at good company (all night I was refering to the place as 3's company, good times, good companion, etc. Damn this short term memory).
Bright and early the next day. The first beer was opened around 9:30am. We were heading out to a 9 hole course for our tee time at 11am. I am a very poor golfer. Those damn lessons I’m taking obviously haven’t kicked in yet. So each hole took a painfully long time. Just as well. More time to drink. I would say probably by the 3rd or 4th hole, we’ve finished about 3 beers each and a couple of rum and cokes (beer per hole is solid work). Something about drinking that early in the morning really messes you up quickly.
Now you would think this is looked down on, but in case you didn’t know, there are beer karts that drive around the golf course for you to by beers. This is a wonderful idea. Let’s get them liquored up and the keys to the golf karts. That was a good time.
So by the ninth hole, we were all pretty intoxicated. It is about 2pm now. I looked at the score card, it read +32. 32 over. Damn. I like to look at it as I got to play 2x as much as everyone else.
So later we hung out, worked on a car (well, I mostly watched), visited people, played games (BTW, Bill Clinton is the answer to ALL presidential question in Trivial Pursuit). Then it was off to the bars again.
I was a little hesitant and not too overly optimistic about this outing. As many of you (well, you alcoholics) know, it is very difficult to get drunk twice in one day. I would be facing a difficult challenge. Never the less, I was a trooper, after a tap of over a hundred dollars in shots and beer, I was there.
I rode home with a friend and all the while I was thinking “don’t throw up in the car.. don’t throw up in the car” I managed not to throw up in the car (if you knew me, you’d know that’s a big deal)...
Another funny point about Colorado when I was there. I saw the Coors guy (owner of Coors) is running for the Senate. I hope he has the same marketing team as the Coors light. Wing man is still the best.
Great trip, Great people. Colorado. Good god I sound like an ad.
Colorado is gorgeous. If you’ve never visited, you really should. I went back last weekend to visit my friends in Colorado Springs. The high elevation desert boarded by the Rockies makes for very scenic landscape.
So here’s the summary of the weekend. Got there Friday night after numerous flight delays. Finally got to CS and had delicious Louie’s pizza (Oh good God can potheads make good pizza! If you know a pizza place with a lot of potheads working there, I guarantee you it’ll be good pizza). Got torn up later at good company (all night I was refering to the place as 3's company, good times, good companion, etc. Damn this short term memory).
Bright and early the next day. The first beer was opened around 9:30am. We were heading out to a 9 hole course for our tee time at 11am. I am a very poor golfer. Those damn lessons I’m taking obviously haven’t kicked in yet. So each hole took a painfully long time. Just as well. More time to drink. I would say probably by the 3rd or 4th hole, we’ve finished about 3 beers each and a couple of rum and cokes (beer per hole is solid work). Something about drinking that early in the morning really messes you up quickly.
Now you would think this is looked down on, but in case you didn’t know, there are beer karts that drive around the golf course for you to by beers. This is a wonderful idea. Let’s get them liquored up and the keys to the golf karts. That was a good time.
So by the ninth hole, we were all pretty intoxicated. It is about 2pm now. I looked at the score card, it read +32. 32 over. Damn. I like to look at it as I got to play 2x as much as everyone else.
So later we hung out, worked on a car (well, I mostly watched), visited people, played games (BTW, Bill Clinton is the answer to ALL presidential question in Trivial Pursuit). Then it was off to the bars again.
I was a little hesitant and not too overly optimistic about this outing. As many of you (well, you alcoholics) know, it is very difficult to get drunk twice in one day. I would be facing a difficult challenge. Never the less, I was a trooper, after a tap of over a hundred dollars in shots and beer, I was there.
I rode home with a friend and all the while I was thinking “don’t throw up in the car.. don’t throw up in the car” I managed not to throw up in the car (if you knew me, you’d know that’s a big deal)...
Another funny point about Colorado when I was there. I saw the Coors guy (owner of Coors) is running for the Senate. I hope he has the same marketing team as the Coors light. Wing man is still the best.
Great trip, Great people. Colorado. Good god I sound like an ad.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
In interesting news of the day, Republican senator Orrin Hatch of Utah agreed that aggressive animal rights groups (PETA) should be classified as “terrorists.” after a testimonial from members representing KFC.
CIA? FBI? What do they know? Let’s get our definition and classification of “terrorist” from the good folks at KFC. Hmm.. finger licking good chicken and we classify terrorists! Buy a 12 piece meal and name your first terrorist organization for free!
Not that I agree completely with PETA, but come on. What’s on the agenda in the senate anyway? Terrorists, economy? No, let’s table that and talk about some fried chicken issues. What’s next on there? The rising cost of Jamba juice? Get to work on real issues people! As much as I do love Fried chicken, not a top issue to be discussing.
Hmmm... fried chicken..
CIA? FBI? What do they know? Let’s get our definition and classification of “terrorist” from the good folks at KFC. Hmm.. finger licking good chicken and we classify terrorists! Buy a 12 piece meal and name your first terrorist organization for free!
Not that I agree completely with PETA, but come on. What’s on the agenda in the senate anyway? Terrorists, economy? No, let’s table that and talk about some fried chicken issues. What’s next on there? The rising cost of Jamba juice? Get to work on real issues people! As much as I do love Fried chicken, not a top issue to be discussing.
Hmmm... fried chicken..
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
It was a dark and stormy night... The room will filled with the smell of delicious pork...
So when I walked into my apt. last night and turned on the television, every channel had severe weather reports. Finding where I lived on the map, I saw a nice purple spot floating around the city (I think that may just have been some jam that got spilled though cause what’s purple on the weather map?). One reporter went as far as “ I want all of you to go down to your basement right now and turn on the radio”. I live in an apt. with a garage on the first floor. I tried hanging out in my garage, but that was boring so I went back upstairs and started cooking dinner.
About 15 minutes later, I hear this faint siren sound. As it grew louder, I got more excited about what was coming. My first thought was an air raid or nuclear attack is coming. I did the only logical thing to do. That was to run outside to see what was going on. I figured at the chance of it being a nuclear attack or alien invasion (do we have sirens for that?) I wanted to be the one there first, either to try to catch the missile and save millions of people, avoid becoming a mutant with super useless powers (I imagine I would have the ability to shoot salt or pepper from my arms or something, worst power ever.), or sell out the human race to the aliens by becoming their translator and guide. Then I the Alien princess and I will secretly “find” each other only to be find out the King will not put my intestines out of my mouth. I will then lead the human revolt against the aliens and take my alien princess. I digress.
I wanted to run outside and scream “They’re coming! They’re coming!” or random biblical verses (hours and hours of fire and brimstone evangelical TV is finally paying off!). The rain, lightening, and thunder started so I thought better. I’ll just describle what you would have seen. Mostly naked asian man in boxers only screaming with a beer in his hand. No one really needs to see that.
Have I mentioned that I LOVE storms? Well I do. A lot. Even at the expense of seeing hundreds of homes destroyed. Of course, that’s not because of the storms. Still love the storms. Why do I not live in Seattle yet? Can’t beat the fear of power going off and having to rely on candles. That’d be so fun. For about 2 hours of course. Then I would want it back on so I could post this blog.
Hmmm… my pork stew is done after a good 4 hours. It’s amazing and it gets better each day as leftovers. Now the smell’s all over the house.
Pork and Storm.. hmmm.. this is going to be good. Sounds like the title of a porno… hmmm.. porn… :)
So when I walked into my apt. last night and turned on the television, every channel had severe weather reports. Finding where I lived on the map, I saw a nice purple spot floating around the city (I think that may just have been some jam that got spilled though cause what’s purple on the weather map?). One reporter went as far as “ I want all of you to go down to your basement right now and turn on the radio”. I live in an apt. with a garage on the first floor. I tried hanging out in my garage, but that was boring so I went back upstairs and started cooking dinner.
About 15 minutes later, I hear this faint siren sound. As it grew louder, I got more excited about what was coming. My first thought was an air raid or nuclear attack is coming. I did the only logical thing to do. That was to run outside to see what was going on. I figured at the chance of it being a nuclear attack or alien invasion (do we have sirens for that?) I wanted to be the one there first, either to try to catch the missile and save millions of people, avoid becoming a mutant with super useless powers (I imagine I would have the ability to shoot salt or pepper from my arms or something, worst power ever.), or sell out the human race to the aliens by becoming their translator and guide. Then I the Alien princess and I will secretly “find” each other only to be find out the King will not put my intestines out of my mouth. I will then lead the human revolt against the aliens and take my alien princess. I digress.
I wanted to run outside and scream “They’re coming! They’re coming!” or random biblical verses (hours and hours of fire and brimstone evangelical TV is finally paying off!). The rain, lightening, and thunder started so I thought better. I’ll just describle what you would have seen. Mostly naked asian man in boxers only screaming with a beer in his hand. No one really needs to see that.
Have I mentioned that I LOVE storms? Well I do. A lot. Even at the expense of seeing hundreds of homes destroyed. Of course, that’s not because of the storms. Still love the storms. Why do I not live in Seattle yet? Can’t beat the fear of power going off and having to rely on candles. That’d be so fun. For about 2 hours of course. Then I would want it back on so I could post this blog.
Hmmm… my pork stew is done after a good 4 hours. It’s amazing and it gets better each day as leftovers. Now the smell’s all over the house.
Pork and Storm.. hmmm.. this is going to be good. Sounds like the title of a porno… hmmm.. porn… :)
Monday, May 24, 2004
Fried Scented Roads
Check out this article on using oil and grease to power your car. Not only will this be more environmentally friendly, but think of how great the roads will smell! Fried goodness is all I can say.
You won't be able to resist the constant temptations of french fries, onion rings, and anything else fried. Of course, if we looked at the big picture, we'll see a world where everyone will get really fat cause they can't resist fried food. We'll be begging for the gagging smell of burnt gasoline in our cars to curb our appatite. A group of people will then sue the oil company and people who invented this device as the reason why they're obese.
Down with this environmentally friendly project!!! It will kills us slowly with delicious fried foods..
I like pork. Especially pork chops. Man, pork chops are good.
Check out this article on using oil and grease to power your car. Not only will this be more environmentally friendly, but think of how great the roads will smell! Fried goodness is all I can say.
You won't be able to resist the constant temptations of french fries, onion rings, and anything else fried. Of course, if we looked at the big picture, we'll see a world where everyone will get really fat cause they can't resist fried food. We'll be begging for the gagging smell of burnt gasoline in our cars to curb our appatite. A group of people will then sue the oil company and people who invented this device as the reason why they're obese.
Down with this environmentally friendly project!!! It will kills us slowly with delicious fried foods..
I like pork. Especially pork chops. Man, pork chops are good.
Friday, May 21, 2004
Conspiracy theory on the Cancelling of Angel
Everyone's pissed at the WB for cancelling Angel. To that I will extend my middle finger. However, don’t be fooled! The WB is merely the puppet. The true enemy here is the ultraconservative religious groups that’s growing more powerful and influencing our lives without anyone realizing it.
Angel is merely the latest causality in their war against anything depicts the supernatural or fantasy. There were many before and there will be many other later.
Look at the trend of religion taking over music, movie, and all forms of media. Everything on TV is your traditional family, or cute hetero teenagers running around. Where is the diversity? Well, diversity is not part of their plan. Diversity has no part in their “vision”.
They will program the TV so all the viewers will see what they want you to see. They will show you how you should act, who you should want to be like, and what you should think is “normal”.
It’s a programming/re-programming tool. Others have used it before. Be aware.
Take a look around you, religion is once again taking over. It's never been good for anyone. Strong religion = war. Take a looking in the history books, most wars had a religous underlinning.
These are powerful people in powerful circles. How to change things I do not have an answer. Evil, it all depends on who's defining it. It’s all in the fine print. You just have to look closer.
Still foaming at the cancellation of Angel. Just thought I’d rant.
Everyone's pissed at the WB for cancelling Angel. To that I will extend my middle finger. However, don’t be fooled! The WB is merely the puppet. The true enemy here is the ultraconservative religious groups that’s growing more powerful and influencing our lives without anyone realizing it.
Angel is merely the latest causality in their war against anything depicts the supernatural or fantasy. There were many before and there will be many other later.
Look at the trend of religion taking over music, movie, and all forms of media. Everything on TV is your traditional family, or cute hetero teenagers running around. Where is the diversity? Well, diversity is not part of their plan. Diversity has no part in their “vision”.
They will program the TV so all the viewers will see what they want you to see. They will show you how you should act, who you should want to be like, and what you should think is “normal”.
It’s a programming/re-programming tool. Others have used it before. Be aware.
Take a look around you, religion is once again taking over. It's never been good for anyone. Strong religion = war. Take a looking in the history books, most wars had a religous underlinning.
These are powerful people in powerful circles. How to change things I do not have an answer. Evil, it all depends on who's defining it. It’s all in the fine print. You just have to look closer.
Still foaming at the cancellation of Angel. Just thought I’d rant.
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
By Golly, I think I have it
In response to the question that I pose the other day about why we are here, and exactly should we be doing here, I think I have the answer.
The answer is Power. Achieving power is perhaps the most important thing that we can do here. Without power, we can do nothing. Whether it is to do good, to do evil, without power, you're just another pathetic creature with hopes and dreams, but never able to achieve them.
Think about it. What good are desires, hopes, dreams, without the power to act on them? Beyond good and evil, beyond any categorizations of your actions. Power is the driving force.
Power comes in all forms and shapes. Money, respect, fear, these are all ways power can manafest. This is what is important. Power.
It is important to have goals, desires, dreams, but none matters with the power to do something about it. Think of the goals that you set. Who has the power to make those goals come true. Now think of the person that is one level above that person. That is the person you want to be. That is the person with the power.
You may be thinking of power as the CEO, or the presidents, or the dictators, or the mob bosses. Certainly they have power, but what about you? Perhaps your dream and desire is to have a nice family and live comfortably in a nice house and have some nice cars. How do you expect to get those things? Yes, that's right, you need power. There are degrees of power, but we all must have some in order to get what we want.
Individuals without power are simply powerless. Sounds corny, but it's the best way to state it. Powerless people have no impact on society, nor will they ever, unless they acheive power in some form. A poor man may not have power in one certain area, but if that same poor man is looked up to by hundreds of others, that man has power that perhaps many rich men do not.
Powerless individuals are of no concern for whatever the powerless individual does, good or evil, right or wrong, it will be mediocre. Simple as that. Mediocrity has no effect on society.
Power is a limited resource. There is only so much to go around. That powerless individual, though today has no power, may continue to grow and gather power until he/she exceeds you. Then to them, you become insignificant.
Power is a constant struggle. It is an eternal game that we all play, many without knowing. It is the fuel of our lives, of our desires, of our dreams.
Power, it is why we are here. In the end, it's all just a game.
Power, get it while you can.
In response to the question that I pose the other day about why we are here, and exactly should we be doing here, I think I have the answer.
The answer is Power. Achieving power is perhaps the most important thing that we can do here. Without power, we can do nothing. Whether it is to do good, to do evil, without power, you're just another pathetic creature with hopes and dreams, but never able to achieve them.
Think about it. What good are desires, hopes, dreams, without the power to act on them? Beyond good and evil, beyond any categorizations of your actions. Power is the driving force.
Power comes in all forms and shapes. Money, respect, fear, these are all ways power can manafest. This is what is important. Power.
It is important to have goals, desires, dreams, but none matters with the power to do something about it. Think of the goals that you set. Who has the power to make those goals come true. Now think of the person that is one level above that person. That is the person you want to be. That is the person with the power.
You may be thinking of power as the CEO, or the presidents, or the dictators, or the mob bosses. Certainly they have power, but what about you? Perhaps your dream and desire is to have a nice family and live comfortably in a nice house and have some nice cars. How do you expect to get those things? Yes, that's right, you need power. There are degrees of power, but we all must have some in order to get what we want.
Individuals without power are simply powerless. Sounds corny, but it's the best way to state it. Powerless people have no impact on society, nor will they ever, unless they acheive power in some form. A poor man may not have power in one certain area, but if that same poor man is looked up to by hundreds of others, that man has power that perhaps many rich men do not.
Powerless individuals are of no concern for whatever the powerless individual does, good or evil, right or wrong, it will be mediocre. Simple as that. Mediocrity has no effect on society.
Power is a limited resource. There is only so much to go around. That powerless individual, though today has no power, may continue to grow and gather power until he/she exceeds you. Then to them, you become insignificant.
Power is a constant struggle. It is an eternal game that we all play, many without knowing. It is the fuel of our lives, of our desires, of our dreams.
Power, it is why we are here. In the end, it's all just a game.
Power, get it while you can.
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Thursday, May 13, 2004
After speaking with a friend last night, I got to thinking about some stuff.
Yes, you have to suffer through another one of these. You’ve had enough of badgerbadgerbadger.com anyways.
What is it that we’re supposed to do here?
Don’t say the mate and breed crap cause that’s just pathetic.
Find that one special someone? Perhaps.
Well, let's be more specific, in our professional lives. What are we aiming to do?
For many, it's just to survive. Make enough money to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads. I'm not talking about those people though. They are insignificant.
Those who have a choice. Those who are the elite, the charmed ones as I call them.
Here's two very general scenenios.
Sell out, make lots of money and be happy with material things and freedom to do whatever. That emptyness will slowly creep in as you realize you don't do anything that contributes to society. Not that you care, nor feel anything, but you may realize it one day. or
Do something significant in your life, generally however, that doesn't pay very well.
In this case you feel a sense of contributing to society, but you're probably broke. Not that you need money or want material things, but broke never the less.
I realize these are very general stereotypes, but those who are self-aware understands this delimma. Where and how to balance it out?
I'm meeting with my close advisors of Jim, Jack, the Captain to talk about this later. I'll let you know what we come up with.
Yes, you have to suffer through another one of these. You’ve had enough of badgerbadgerbadger.com anyways.
What is it that we’re supposed to do here?
Don’t say the mate and breed crap cause that’s just pathetic.
Find that one special someone? Perhaps.
Well, let's be more specific, in our professional lives. What are we aiming to do?
For many, it's just to survive. Make enough money to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads. I'm not talking about those people though. They are insignificant.
Those who have a choice. Those who are the elite, the charmed ones as I call them.
Here's two very general scenenios.
Sell out, make lots of money and be happy with material things and freedom to do whatever. That emptyness will slowly creep in as you realize you don't do anything that contributes to society. Not that you care, nor feel anything, but you may realize it one day. or
Do something significant in your life, generally however, that doesn't pay very well.
In this case you feel a sense of contributing to society, but you're probably broke. Not that you need money or want material things, but broke never the less.
I realize these are very general stereotypes, but those who are self-aware understands this delimma. Where and how to balance it out?
I'm meeting with my close advisors of Jim, Jack, the Captain to talk about this later. I'll let you know what we come up with.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
NEVER HAVE I:
( ) BEEN DRUNK
( ) PASSED OUT IN RESTAURANT BATHROOM
( ) KISSED A MEMBER OF THE OPPOSITE SEX
(X) KISSED A MEMBER OF THE SAME SEX
( ) CRASHED A FRIEND'S CAR
( ) BEEN TO JAPAN
(X) RIDDEN IN A TAXI
(X) TRAVELED TO ALL 50 STATES (9 MORE!)
( ) BEEN IN LOVE
( ) HAD SEX
( ) HAD SEX IN PUBLIC
( ) HAD SEX IN A CORRECTIVE INSTITUTION
(X) BEEN IN A BAR BRAWL
( ) BEEN OVER THE RESTRICTED LINE AT AREA 51 (ROCK ON ERIC!)
( ) BEEN DUMPED
( ) SHOPLIFTED
( ) BEEN FIRED
(X) SEEN THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
(X) GONE CLUBBING IN IBIZA
( ) BEEN IN A FIST FIGHT
(X) GAINED WORLD WIDE AUDIENCE WITH MY MUSIC
(X) BEEN TO THE RAINFOREST
(X) HAD A THREESOME
( ) BEEN CAUGHT MASTURBATING
( ) PISSED ON MYSELF
(X) BEEN ARRESTED
(X) MADE OUT WITH A STRANGER
( ) STOLE SOMETHING FROM MY JOB
(X) CELEBRATED NEW YEARS IN TIME SQUARE
( ) WENT ON A BLIND DATE/MEETING 2 HOURS AWAY AFTER 90MIN IM CHAT (GO GLITTER GIRL!)
( ) LIED TO A FRIEND
(X) GO ON A HOT AIR BALLON OR BLIMP RIDE
( ) HAD A CRUSH ON A TEACHER
( ) CELEBRATED MARDI-GRAS IN NEW ORLEANS
(X) BEEN TO EUROPE
( ) SKIPPED SCHOOL
(X) SLEPT WITH A CO-WORKER
( ) WATCHED SUNRISE FROM THE TOP OF A MOUNTAIN
( ) WATCHED SUNSET ON THE BEACH
(X) PARASAILED
( ) FLIPPED MY CAR
( ) FLATLINED
( ) CUT MYSELF ON PURPOSE
(X) OWN A HOUSE
(X) HAVE A REAL DOG
(X) GOTTEN MARRIED
(X) HAD CHILDREN
( ) BEEN DRUNK
( ) PASSED OUT IN RESTAURANT BATHROOM
( ) KISSED A MEMBER OF THE OPPOSITE SEX
(X) KISSED A MEMBER OF THE SAME SEX
( ) CRASHED A FRIEND'S CAR
( ) BEEN TO JAPAN
(X) RIDDEN IN A TAXI
(X) TRAVELED TO ALL 50 STATES (9 MORE!)
( ) BEEN IN LOVE
( ) HAD SEX
( ) HAD SEX IN PUBLIC
( ) HAD SEX IN A CORRECTIVE INSTITUTION
(X) BEEN IN A BAR BRAWL
( ) BEEN OVER THE RESTRICTED LINE AT AREA 51 (ROCK ON ERIC!)
( ) BEEN DUMPED
( ) SHOPLIFTED
( ) BEEN FIRED
(X) SEEN THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
(X) GONE CLUBBING IN IBIZA
( ) BEEN IN A FIST FIGHT
(X) GAINED WORLD WIDE AUDIENCE WITH MY MUSIC
(X) BEEN TO THE RAINFOREST
(X) HAD A THREESOME
( ) BEEN CAUGHT MASTURBATING
( ) PISSED ON MYSELF
(X) BEEN ARRESTED
(X) MADE OUT WITH A STRANGER
( ) STOLE SOMETHING FROM MY JOB
(X) CELEBRATED NEW YEARS IN TIME SQUARE
( ) WENT ON A BLIND DATE/MEETING 2 HOURS AWAY AFTER 90MIN IM CHAT (GO GLITTER GIRL!)
( ) LIED TO A FRIEND
(X) GO ON A HOT AIR BALLON OR BLIMP RIDE
( ) HAD A CRUSH ON A TEACHER
( ) CELEBRATED MARDI-GRAS IN NEW ORLEANS
(X) BEEN TO EUROPE
( ) SKIPPED SCHOOL
(X) SLEPT WITH A CO-WORKER
( ) WATCHED SUNRISE FROM THE TOP OF A MOUNTAIN
( ) WATCHED SUNSET ON THE BEACH
(X) PARASAILED
( ) FLIPPED MY CAR
( ) FLATLINED
( ) CUT MYSELF ON PURPOSE
(X) OWN A HOUSE
(X) HAVE A REAL DOG
(X) GOTTEN MARRIED
(X) HAD CHILDREN
Monday, May 10, 2004
What the hell happened?
”So when’re we going to the rave?”
”I don't know, around 1?”
”Cool.”
Not 3 years ago, that would be a typical conversation on a typical Friday or Saturday night. We would start around 1am and come home when the sun rises/mid-morning when the after after party was over with.
The conversation as it stands today.
“So when’re going to the club?”
“10 or 11? I feel kinda tired”
“Yea, I want to be home by around 2”
”You know what? I’m actually too tired to go. Let’s just go see a movie or something.”
ARGHH!! Our 3 years ago selves would so kick our present selves in the face. When did we get so fucking old!! Damn it!!!
All I know is that I ain't going out like no weak ass bitch.
This weekend has solidify my plans for next summer.
Ibiza 2005. 1 week. The symphony ends. One last big finale of beats.
”So when’re we going to the rave?”
”I don't know, around 1?”
”Cool.”
Not 3 years ago, that would be a typical conversation on a typical Friday or Saturday night. We would start around 1am and come home when the sun rises/mid-morning when the after after party was over with.
The conversation as it stands today.
“So when’re going to the club?”
“10 or 11? I feel kinda tired”
“Yea, I want to be home by around 2”
”You know what? I’m actually too tired to go. Let’s just go see a movie or something.”
ARGHH!! Our 3 years ago selves would so kick our present selves in the face. When did we get so fucking old!! Damn it!!!
All I know is that I ain't going out like no weak ass bitch.
This weekend has solidify my plans for next summer.
Ibiza 2005. 1 week. The symphony ends. One last big finale of beats.
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
What if?
Announcer 1: Well folks, it’s all coming down to this play. It’s the 4th quarter of the Georgia AAAA football championship. Southwest Dekalb has just called their final timeout. Morrow used up their timeout earlier in this drive. Morrow is holding on to a slim 5 point lead with Southwest Dekalb knocking on the door on the 3 yard line with 3 seconds left in the game. Morrow’s defense is the reason they’re here and they’ve shown that all game long. The Mustang defense has held the number one offense in the country to only 9 points. The Mustangs could have won the game but a costly mishandle between the center and the quarterback in the last 2 minutes has set up this scene. The panthers seem to have caught the Mustang defense off guard and drove 40 yards to the 3 yard line with 3 seconds left. Fatigue seems to be setting in for this dominating defense.
The Morrow Defense, anchored by the Triad, has neutralized the top running back prospect in the country, number 34 Barry Winslow. Winslow seems to have found some new life in this last drive. The most dominate defensive trio seems to be a little worn down in this tough physical match up.
Announcer 2: I agree with you there. The trio, made up of defensive tackle Robinson, and the two linebackers Salasap and Chan, has been dominate all game with their intensive punishment of anyone with the ball. In this last drive, they’ve been taken out of the plays with some good double teaming from the panthers. The other guys on the defense doesn’t seem to be picking up the slack.
In the huddle:
Salasap: We ain’t going down like no bitches.. This shit gets stopped now!
Robinson: Oh hell no. I’m gonna make this mother fucker bleed.
Chan: Ya’ll quit fucking around. Cover the outside. We’ll take the inside. Look for the play-action. Don’t fall for shit or I’ll kick yo ass myself. We stopped them all damn night.. We gonna stop them now!!
Group: Yea!
Salasap: All right, Hell na on 3… 1..2…3
Group: Helllll… na…!!!!
Announcer 1: Ok, both groups has broken from their huddle. Doesn’t seem like there’s any hiding of what SW Dekalb’s going to do. They’ve pulled their wide receivers and brought in 2 more Tight ends. They’re in a strong power I formation.
Announcer 2: That’s a good call. They’ve got the number 1 running back in the state. Use what they brought you here.
Announcer 1: I agree, but you’re facing the nastiest run defense in the state. This is going to be all out.
On field:
Salasap: Oh I know you ain’t going to try to run in my house. This is my house bitch.
Chan: Dig in! No one comes through!
Robinson: Oh hell na… you better go around, cause this shit’s closed right here…
Hut.. hut….Blue 32… Hut.. Hut…
What seems to be an eternity happens in 4 short seconds. The Quarterback hikes the ball and hands it off to Winslow. Robinson speeds off the block to the backfield, but a double team pushes Robinson off just enough. He fights through enough to disrupt Winslow’s path. Chan rushes into the hole created in the middle of the line. Chan has a clear path to Winslow. In a spilt moment, the full-back lunges to meet Chan in the neutral zone. The impact of the 2 could have caused a movement in the rector scale. Chan holds the ground against this giant man-child and they bring each other down. Winslow sees a clear path through the air into the end zone and takes his lunge. Just as soon as Winslow leaves the ground, his body is met with an impact that would crush bones into a fine powder. The impact of Salasap’s hit brings Winslow’s body straight up and back. What seemed like a lunge for a touchdown turned into a world of pain.
The cheers died down, the bodies clear out.
The ball is on the 4 yard line.
The lights turn off…..
Moments later:
Robinson, Chan, and Salasap is seen standing on top of Winslow.
Robinson: Sucka.
Chan:Bitch please. This ain't no place for your weak shit.
Salasap: We told you… Hell na… OUR HOUSE!
Recognize.
Announcer 1: Well folks, it’s all coming down to this play. It’s the 4th quarter of the Georgia AAAA football championship. Southwest Dekalb has just called their final timeout. Morrow used up their timeout earlier in this drive. Morrow is holding on to a slim 5 point lead with Southwest Dekalb knocking on the door on the 3 yard line with 3 seconds left in the game. Morrow’s defense is the reason they’re here and they’ve shown that all game long. The Mustang defense has held the number one offense in the country to only 9 points. The Mustangs could have won the game but a costly mishandle between the center and the quarterback in the last 2 minutes has set up this scene. The panthers seem to have caught the Mustang defense off guard and drove 40 yards to the 3 yard line with 3 seconds left. Fatigue seems to be setting in for this dominating defense.
The Morrow Defense, anchored by the Triad, has neutralized the top running back prospect in the country, number 34 Barry Winslow. Winslow seems to have found some new life in this last drive. The most dominate defensive trio seems to be a little worn down in this tough physical match up.
Announcer 2: I agree with you there. The trio, made up of defensive tackle Robinson, and the two linebackers Salasap and Chan, has been dominate all game with their intensive punishment of anyone with the ball. In this last drive, they’ve been taken out of the plays with some good double teaming from the panthers. The other guys on the defense doesn’t seem to be picking up the slack.
In the huddle:
Salasap: We ain’t going down like no bitches.. This shit gets stopped now!
Robinson: Oh hell no. I’m gonna make this mother fucker bleed.
Chan: Ya’ll quit fucking around. Cover the outside. We’ll take the inside. Look for the play-action. Don’t fall for shit or I’ll kick yo ass myself. We stopped them all damn night.. We gonna stop them now!!
Group: Yea!
Salasap: All right, Hell na on 3… 1..2…3
Group: Helllll… na…!!!!
Announcer 1: Ok, both groups has broken from their huddle. Doesn’t seem like there’s any hiding of what SW Dekalb’s going to do. They’ve pulled their wide receivers and brought in 2 more Tight ends. They’re in a strong power I formation.
Announcer 2: That’s a good call. They’ve got the number 1 running back in the state. Use what they brought you here.
Announcer 1: I agree, but you’re facing the nastiest run defense in the state. This is going to be all out.
On field:
Salasap: Oh I know you ain’t going to try to run in my house. This is my house bitch.
Chan: Dig in! No one comes through!
Robinson: Oh hell na… you better go around, cause this shit’s closed right here…
Hut.. hut….Blue 32… Hut.. Hut…
What seems to be an eternity happens in 4 short seconds. The Quarterback hikes the ball and hands it off to Winslow. Robinson speeds off the block to the backfield, but a double team pushes Robinson off just enough. He fights through enough to disrupt Winslow’s path. Chan rushes into the hole created in the middle of the line. Chan has a clear path to Winslow. In a spilt moment, the full-back lunges to meet Chan in the neutral zone. The impact of the 2 could have caused a movement in the rector scale. Chan holds the ground against this giant man-child and they bring each other down. Winslow sees a clear path through the air into the end zone and takes his lunge. Just as soon as Winslow leaves the ground, his body is met with an impact that would crush bones into a fine powder. The impact of Salasap’s hit brings Winslow’s body straight up and back. What seemed like a lunge for a touchdown turned into a world of pain.
The cheers died down, the bodies clear out.
The ball is on the 4 yard line.
The lights turn off…..
Moments later:
Robinson, Chan, and Salasap is seen standing on top of Winslow.
Robinson: Sucka.
Chan:Bitch please. This ain't no place for your weak shit.
Salasap: We told you… Hell na… OUR HOUSE!
Recognize.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
I went to the Mushroom Festival this weekend in Richmond, Missou-ri
What's going on? During the parade, there was numerous Shriners with their funny little cars (side note: Old people in funny old cars? Let it go people.)
Besides the parade, I do admit that I missed out on the tractor pulls, a demolition derby, go-cart races, FFA & 4H competitions, and carnival rides, any of which could've been filled with Mushroom paraphernalia.
Overall, the experience was bizarre. It was like as if I was doing mushrooms. Hmmm… Maybe that’s the point! This experience was SUPPOSE to replicate the hallucinogenic experience of the fungus!
Oh my.. I figured it out! To that then, I say Bravo to the town of Richmond. Brillant!
What's going on? During the parade, there was numerous Shriners with their funny little cars (side note: Old people in funny old cars? Let it go people.)
Besides the parade, I do admit that I missed out on the tractor pulls, a demolition derby, go-cart races, FFA & 4H competitions, and carnival rides, any of which could've been filled with Mushroom paraphernalia.
Overall, the experience was bizarre. It was like as if I was doing mushrooms. Hmmm… Maybe that’s the point! This experience was SUPPOSE to replicate the hallucinogenic experience of the fungus!
Oh my.. I figured it out! To that then, I say Bravo to the town of Richmond. Brillant!
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