Hi world!!!

I'm at home!!!

Yea!!!

Fa la la la laaaaaaa.... la la la la....

Cause Barrie told me to do it. Like she said though, this is very difficult to just pick a few things. So much of it involves what kind of mood I'm in. Well, here's my shot at answering these questions.

10 Random songs in your library (this is at work)

Guns & Roses – Sweet Child of Mine
The Killers – Mr. Brightside
Final Fantasy VII – Sephiroth – One Winged Angel
Stevie Nix & Don Henley – Leather and Lace
Brak – Monkey
Greenday – American Idiot
DJ GT – 2005 collection
Pet shop boys – Being Boring
Lasgo – Something
Karate Kid Soundtrack – You’re the best

1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?
About 1.7 gigs at work, 16 gigs at home.

2. The last CD you bought is:
DJ Tiesto – Parade of the Athletes

3. What is the song you last listened to before this message?
Liz Phair – Why can’t I

4. Five songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you (I'm sure there are better examples, but..).
Bring boring – Pet Shop Boys
Joy of my life – John Fogerty
Everything she does is magic – The Police
Numb – Linkin Park
Heresy - NIN

5. Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?
LiAps – Cause I want to hear a New Yorker talk about Country music.
Big or Little Pinz – Cause it’s about time they updated their blog.
Yoli – Cause I know very little besides she likes to listen to people talk about their problems. Preferably during lunch :)

Happy New Years!

It's the year of the Rooster!!

Yea, I could've said Year of the... the other thing. Get your minds out of the gutter people.

This marks Year 4703 in the Chinese Calendar. I laugh at your backward ass 2005 years :)

People born this lunar year, or who are turning 12, 24, 36, 48, 60 and other multiples of 12 are all roosters. The Chinese zodiac animals are the rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, sheep, monkey, rooster, dog and boar, the order in the cycle determined by how they placed in a legendary race.

Like any holiday anywhere else in the world, this one is filled with food and booze.

So go out and have a Happy New Years today!!

Oh where does the time go?

Can you believe a month’s already past by? Where the hell was I? What was I doing? Next thing I know, it’s February. I never did care much for February. One of the main reasons is cause I have a really hard time spelling February. Thank goodness for this spell checker thingy. Of course, there's also the unmentional corporate made up holiday. I'm not even going to dignify it with a rant here. Just this. If your sorry ass needs a yearly reminder to be good to your mate... you probably don't deserve to have one. OK, I'm done..... For now.

Guess who was at the Super Bowl Party this last Sunday? Wait for it….. Wait for it…. It’s the Rick Springfield chick!! I was trying to hold myself back from cracking up every time I’d look at her. I think she thinks I’m crazy cause she doesn’t remember it and I just keep laughing when I see her.

I know you are all eagerly awaiting updates from my Monday night basketball league games at the rec. center. I've been slacking the last couple of weeks. Here's the update from last night's game. Break out the bubblies people, cause Pup had a record night! Pup had his first not one, but 2 block of the seasons!!! (Crowd cheers!! Women throwing bras!!). In case you don't know, I'm all about the blocks. ALL about the blocks. It's the only thing that matters to me. 2 in a real game? I think I’m ready to retire now.

Work is so crazy this week. The weekend can’t come fast enough. As some of you may notice, no blogging for me at work. Yea, it’s that busy. (sigh) I SO do not understand why I write up things for my director to send to our VP, but she gets credit for it. WTF?

I have so much rantings to blog about too. The state of the union, the budget.. OH.. so much material. Damn this job thing. Any sugar mamas out there willing to take me in so I can blog? No? Yea, didn’t think so.

Oh.. today is Fat Tuesday! Since we’re in the electronic age, I’m willing to receive pics of you flashing instead of the live version. Unless you have a web cam of course. Please remember to jiggle it a little. :)

Happy Fat Tuesday!!

See that guy over there..

People watching is really an art. It’s difficult to find someone that is truly fun to people watch with and is really good at it. Most people can point out some obvious and unsettling things about people as they walk by. That’s fun, but for a true people watcher, he/she will have stories of how they came about having those unsettling things, and maybe what in their lives caused them to think that the furry green hat is a good idea.

I think there’s certainly a degree of dissociative disorder that’s involved in being a good people watcher. To be able to dissociate from your own being (or any logic at that), and try to capture stories of other people simply by looking at them. Sure your chances of actually being correct in anything you say or observe is about as high as winning the lottery, but that’s not the point. The point is just to be amusing.

This is where finding a good people watch partner becomes very difficult. From personal experience, there just aren’t that many people who are really good at this. Not only are those that are fun to people watch with few, but those that also matches your creative style also makes finding a good match very difficult.

I didn’t really have a point. Just thought I talk about people watching and how much fun it is. I haven’t done it in a while. I think I’ll head to the mall this weekend. Although people watching by yourself is just not as fun. Just makes you look kinda crazy staring people then smiling.

My favorite stories are ones about 2 people sitting next to each other that are obviously not together. Or are they? Dumm dum dummmmmmmm!

Yay for the weekend! Boo for it not being next weekend! It’s gonna be a long week next week.

It’s SuperCommerical Sunday! I’m cheering for the Eagles, but sadly, I think the Patriots will blow them out. I’m looking forward to the grilled meats and beers that will fill my belly all Sunday. So much for eating better.

Be careful during the halftime show. Don’t let any boob scar you for life.

Happy Friday Everyone! Have a great weekend!

Wednesday Tid-Bits
Way too busy to be blogging. So I’m going to blog.

I got a haircut yesterday from this Russian lady. As I’m always up for chatting people up about their past, I asked her how long she’s been here and how she got into the hair dresser profession. She had quite an accent so I knew she hasn’t been here too long.

So guess what profession she was in when she was back in the Ukraine?

That’s right. Nuclear Engineer.

America, Land of opportunity.


Back on how ignorant those in the religious-wrong are.

Postcards from buster

In a new PBS children’s program, the cartoon rabbit visits a lesbian couple. This of course caused the newly appointed Secretary of Education Margaret Spellings to complain about public money being used to promote alternative lifestyles.

Hey guess what Margaret, no one is promoting alternative lifestyles here. The show doesn’t tell kids to go and be gay. It’s part of our nation and the world. It’s education. Get a damn clue.

Here’s a novel idea, why don’t you concentrate on real education issues like why teachers don’t paid crap and kids today know only what MTV is teaching them. And No, celebrity news is not actual News.


State of the Union

Tonight is Dubya’s State of the Union Address where he will lay out what’s he’s going to do in these next 4 years. Please watch. It’s good to know ahead of time how he’s gonna screw you so you can be better prepared. You know, give you time to lube up so it doesn't hurt as much.

Teen sex increased after abstinence program

Hey you religious freaks! Yea you, I’m talk to you. Guess what? Your dumbass ideas doesn’t work. Not only does this NOT work, it’s had the opposite effect. Even worst, it’s left these kids without the proper information to how to properly protect themselves.

Not talking about it doesn’t make it go away. As much as you like to shove shit under the rug, it still doesn’t go away. You know what I’m talking about. You all have problems. Don’t hide behind your damn self-appointed righteous. I can see through that, and hiding behind that is something truly ugly. Pride, Greed, and probably Envy.

Don’t think you’re doing anyone any favors cause you’re not. You’re harming them by not educating them. I know this is part of your plan. The ignorant are easier to control after all.

All of you out there trying to push your ignorant uneducated agendas and politics by putting kids in danger can all get a rusty spiky pole shoved up your ass. Kids and Teen’s safety is not something for you to get your little power trips on. Keeping them safe and educated should be your main concern.

And yet... The federal government will spend about $130 Million dollars on abstinent mis-education this year.

Fan-fucken-tastic.

Love

Love glitters because of its many facets; it captivates us because it is always unique, always brings with it what it means to be alive. Most of us would say that we have felt love at one time or another, but what exactly is love? One of the biggest human misconceptions is that love has a universally shared definition, as do words like dog, or apple, or run. However, everyone’s experiences and need of love are never the same. Even for two people in the same relationship, the experience and need of love are different. Though we may be connected in some form to those we are closest to, we will never be able to share the same feelings as we are all individuals with our own set of recipe for how we feel about love.

There is a limitation in our language because it is so limited, we say both “ I love you” and “ I love cake”, as though the two sentiments were the same. What people seem to mean when they say that they “love” is that they are feeling intensely, in either a yearning or joyful ways. “I love” means that someone (or something) matters a great deal to me or provokes a strong positive response in me. The only difference is in the intonation that determines the degree of emotional intensity that one feels. When people talk about loving, they also seem to experience little contradiction in the fact that they love their mother, their father, their friends, etc. All of these, however, are qualitatively and quantitatively different. It would be difficult for a stranger of our culture to come in and be able to distinguish what we mean when we say that we love something or someone.

So before we can speak on the subject of love, we have to first define which aspect of love we will be discussing and what we mean by that. Love here in this case is the passion of one lover for another, the mutuality of shared experience, the gratitude for understanding validation, the security of being adequately held, the admiration for someone who is wonderful, and the joy of feeling at home.

The model for the need of love emphasizes a human yearning for connection. Within the need of connection lurks the threat (and experience) of the opposite. For example, we are most aware of being held when we begin to fall or feel smothered. Nothing sharpens ours sense of ourselves and our meaning for others as much as a heated argument. In other words, we never fully realize what we have until we are threatened with that thing diminishing or becoming overburdening.

The connection that we feel is what defines who we are in the world. We discover the self through our connections with other, and as we grow, we refine and modify our connections to more complex and deeper ways of reaching others. No matter how much we try, we never fully bridge the space between us. It is with this little bit of difference that separates us and makes us individuals. Even when we are married to another, even when we share our lives together. The two people becomes one, but still of separate halves. For 2 people to completely mesh into one would not only be unhealthy, but quite impossible.

To be unloved is an unbearable feeling because it means that we have no real meaning or importance to anyone. I speak of being unloved not in terms of a significant other, but to anyone. As humans, we are stuck with our inescapable need for the emotional responsiveness of another. Even as an infant, we seek the approval and responsiveness of our parents, and this need for approval and responsiveness may repeat itself with the feeling for a need to have a child. Some may feel that there’s a lack of need for you and a feeling of emptiness develops. What better way to fill that void than to simply creating a new being that will be completely devoted/need you? Thus our addiction to being needed continues. This addiction for need will continue till our heart stops beating.

Unless we know that we are somewhere part of the affective life of another, we cannot feel our own existence. This is not to say that we are defined by other’s perception of our existence, but other’s acknowledgment of AN existence. This is why some people who fear that they are unloved often work to be hated (hate being just another face of love in its intensity and its selectivity.) Also, another sign of a person who is unloved shows signs of aggression. People are not inherently aggressive. Rather, our fears of aloneness and loss make us rageful, and we learn to use our anger to try to compel others to meet our needs.

People live with both their fantasies of love and their experiences of love. Inner representations of loving relationships may have little to do with how people appear to observers. We sigh when we watch movies like ‘Sleepless in Seattle’, or ‘Casablanca’ but carry on with the less romantic folks at home. Many people are just not willing to take the risk involved in trying to fulfill a fantasy of love for the great fear that they may not be able to recover from the loss. This is a problem that only we can answer for ourselves. Are we satisfied with taking the beaten path, where all the road signs are there to direct us on a safe and uneventful road. Or will we risk it all in search of that one true romance that others only dream of? What is the price that we will pay if we do not succeed?

Like anything great and worth the effort, the risks are high, but remember the reward. No one should ever tell you what to do in this subject. Sure there are times when it’s obvious that one is doing the wrong thing, but sometimes it’s not that easy. In many choices, it’s not a matter of right or wrong. Simply a choice with which one has a certain ending, and one is unknown. No one has the right answers, and no one will know what can and will happen.

Please note that the choice doesn’t necessarily involve a new person. Simply the choice of doing something different, with the same person or with a new person. It matters not. It’s simply something that you’ve longed to do. Doing something so that at the end of your years, you won’t have to wonder, and to ask yourself “what-if”. “What-If”, a Hell like no other.

I had a point when I started writing this, but that was 4 drinks ago. I'll just let you make your own conclusions.

Mi Nombre es Pup

I forgot to post about this last week. I’m taking a Spanish class. I’ve always wanted to learn Spanish. Mostly because I want to be able to communicate with such a large population of people, me wanting to travel south this summer, and of course, a whole new population of senoritas for me to hit on. Oh, maybe if I can get fluent enough, I can drunk call in spanish too! The advantages are endless.

The class doesn’t start until 7pm, so that allows me to go home first. It’s only my 2nd week, but both weeks, the idea of skipping has already flowed through my head (yea, even the first week). That of course, would be silly. It’s just that it’s been years since I’ve actually had to go to class. Old habits dies hard (Not entirely true since I had perfect attendence all throughout high school. College and grad school is a completely different stories though.).

This class is a little different in that we don’t learn like you would regularly learn a new language. It's not like taking Spanish 1. There’s no grammar. This is Spanish for the work place, so we learn things people say most often, especially in the work place. We learn phrases, and common words and commands needed in the work place.

For me, it's No entiendo, por favor repite, and hable mas despacio!

I think it’s pretty fun to just memorize phrases. Sometimes it’s difficult to understand if there are variations, but I think I'm starting to get enough of the gist. Fun, Fun, FUN! I can’t tell you how much fun learning a new language is!

Nothing exciting this weekend to report. I have some good things coming up in the next couple of weekends, so I’m going to spend some QT in the apt. There’s cleaning to be done (pup leaves bottles everywhere), and games to be played. Especially this new one a friend just got me.

If you’ve never played it, Zoo Tycoon is a kick ass game! It’s like sim-city, but you build a zoo. It’s very addicting. No really, it’s fun. Shut up!

Have a good Friday and weekend everyone!

Lo veo el proximo lunes!

Animal-Human Hybrids Spark Controversy

This is a very interesting article. I was pretty amazed that there’s so much of this already going on. As you may recall, this type of research was what I was going to do on my secret island that I would buy when I win the lottery. I would combine super monkeys with other animal traits and abilities for a perfect army. We wouldn’t attack anyone of course, just getting ready for the pre-emptive strikes.

I fully support this type of research because there are many medical benefits that could result from this. However, parts of me can’t stop thinking about the theoretical arguments for making Chimeras.

Duplicating humans is one thing. It’s been done. It’s nothing new. No big deal. In this case, new species are being created. Not only that, they are being created for the sole purpose of research and harvested for parts.

Much of the following debates isn’t valid until much further into this research, but I like to think long term and it’s my post so there.

How much success and how far the development will go before we say, ‘No, we can’t just harvest them because they’re living creatures’. Will we ever see them as equals or just parts for us to harvest?

Before I go on, all you Anti-choice people need to stop thinking that this is the same issue because it’s not. I’m not going to get into it here, but it’s not the same thing.

What are the responsibilities for us being creators of these creatures? And doesn’t it seem very selfish that we would create another whole species just to allow our kind (humans) to live longer using their parts? What kind of species are we to be so obsessed to live beyond our normal timeline?

Also, why is there such a big fear of death? It’s natural. Getting fixed up with different body parts is not. It’s Frankensteinism. Yea, I made that word up. It’s not natural.

There are 6.5 billion people in the world right now. Why do we need to extend the life span of people when the population growth shows no signs of slowing? As it is, the planet will have problems supporting life in the next 50 yrs or so.

On one hand, I fully support this research. However, I really do have reservations for where it would take the human specie on a grander scheme.

Questions to think about.

On a fun note, what other animal parts/traits would YOU want to have added to you?

Sweet Nectar of the Gods

I generally average about 12 or so emails at work a day. After missing Monday for work due to the wedding, how many emails awaits me at work? 12 you say? No. Cause that would be too logical. The correct answer is 54! 54 Damn emails?! What the Hell?

For some reason, my out of office message has become the magnet for work emails.

So no blogging for the last couple of days as I was actually working and trying to catch up.

The wedding went very well in case you were wondering. The bride did crack up during the vowels during rehearsals. Not exactly a laughing moment, but by wedding time, there were tears. It was all very sweet.

I think I did ok with the speech even though a couple of kids were trying to out stage me. So I told them their daddy drinks cause they’re being bad. That shut them up. I think I’ll share this part cause it’ll embarrass Ko. As part of the ‘Things to do” during the bachelor party, he had to write 10 reasons why he loved his fiancée. One good thing about watching all those cheesy movies is I get some good ideas about this kind of stuff.

So during my speech, I read the list. I saw some tears! Yea, I’m smooth.

Funniest moment of the wedding besides my speech and one of the aunts dancing:
Me: "Dude, that girl you're hitting on is only 22."
Dude: "Oh really? Hmmmmm....
Dude: "And?"
Me: "Nothing"

Ok, so it was funnier in my head.

So with that I say Congratulations Ko and J!!!

There’s been something on my mind since last Friday (yes, drunk call night). My friend and I went to a pub. No, not just some half ass place calling itself a pub (not some stupid ass bar and grill either), but a pub pub. They served the finest beer from all the land. I’m pretty sure if you ordered anything domestic they’d kick your ass out.

I tried something my friend’s friend had recommended. It came in a little funny glass. There probably wasn’t but about 12 oz or so in the cup. When that dark slow flowing liquid touched my lips, OMG! The taste was incredible. Not to sound cheesy, but it tasted like the first time you kissed someone. New, exciting, delicious, and you just want to have that taste on your lips forever.

Maybe I just have a problem, but I was still thinking about it today at work. This is a Belgium beer named Gulden Draak. If you can find it, it is truly your lucky day. Fun fact about this heavy dark beer, it is 10.5 % alcohol by volume. I think I have a pretty high tolerance, but 2 glasses of this stuff and I was buzzing like a freshman at his first kegger (that’s a shout out to BigPinz).

Gulden Draak is the sweet nectar of the Gods. I would know. I’m a megalomaniac.

Happy Hump Day Everyone!

Oh Hell NA.... NO you didn't!!!

Sorry to post over the Happy Celebration of Ko's wedding this weekend, but this is too angering to me.

Christians issue gay warning on SpongeBob video
A video made by a non-profit organization designed to encourage tolerance and diversity in children is being attacked by christian groups as being exploited to promote the acceptance of homosexuality.

Are you people fucking kidding me? You are actually trying to imply that teaching children acceptance and tolerance is a bad thing? Or maybe just be tolerant of those things you think are ok and not others? Hey asshole, that's not the definition of acceptance or tolerance. Look it up.

It's like being pregant. You're either tolerant or not, you're either accepting of other's way or not. Stop pretending you're one of the good guys. Cause you're not. You hate for no reason. You hate cause you're afraid. Afraid that you are wrong.

I think Yoda says it best. Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. I sense much fear in you.

On another point.

First of all, what kind of sick fucks are you to even see sexuality in children's cartoons and children's shows? As soon as you see that something is made for children, all your senses for anything sexual should be immediately turned off. If not, you've got some issues to work out sicko!

Ok.. back to Happy KO wedding stuff!

Going to the chapel and we’re…. gonna get…. MARRRRIED..


Taking off for Ko’s wedding this weekend in Atlanta in a few hours!! I can’t believe Ko’s getting married. Who would’ve guess he could get a girl THAT drunk! Ha.. ok, just kidding.

I hope I don’t say stupid shit like that for my speech. Argh.. the pressure of having to make a speech. Damn, I need to get liquored up for this. I better write it down too.

Beware! Any of you that are programmed in my phone. This WILL be a very big drunk calling weekend. Mark my words… around 2 or 3 or 4 in the morning… be prepared for one drunk obnoxious phone call, or if you don’t pick up, one drunk obnoxious voice mail!!

Hope everyone has a great weekend! I’ll be sure to have good stories next week!

In the meantime, Guess the Blogger hand!

I watched a special tonight on PBS. It was about the Nazi. If you didn't know, I have a slight obsession about everything WWII. It was such a breakthrough period in the history of our species. Not a good breakthrough. I believe for the first time, we saw what we as a specie could truly become.

This special tonight was a bit disturbing and showed my point perfectly. Basically, it was about the Nazi's development, fine-tuning, and perfecting of mass murdering methods. This was not a happy special. No, no happy meal special here.

I'm not going to go into details, but I think you can imagine the horror. Actually you probably can't. Most people can't. Don't worry, that's a good thing. The horror of how some brilliant individuals used their minds not for good and to help man-kind, but for evil and to slaughter as many innocent men, women, and children as quickly as possible.

There were several accounts from individuals who survived the horrible events, and there were movie clips giving you a glimpse of the death that so many people lived with for so long. For those survivors, these images are no doubt burned into their memories that will always haunt them. I stared into the screen. I drift off a little. I keep staring into the old videos and death camps and just imagined.......


The Cell

In this room, I am confined by the stones and the aged steel.
My body they have locked and thrown away.
Trapped inside the confides of this mutated earth.
My body is nourished by the scrapes and filth they have left, and that even their animals will not touch.
Just enough to keep my body alive and my mind broken.
They won’t allow me to die, for then I would be free.
I cannot die, for then they would claim victory.
I am bound to this room, and this room to me.
My mind drifts, to different and familiar places.
I can no longer differentiate between the two, for in my mind, reality and fantasy blurs as one.
There I am warm, there I am happy, and mostly importantly, there I am free.
Like a dog running towards a bone and without realizing it, the leash snaps and chokes me back into reality.
The reality that I am in this cell.

Help me. Please.

Hump Day Mini's

* In case you haven't seen it yet, go see Jib Jab's new cartoon 'Second Term' here. They're the people who brought you 'This Land', and 'It's good to be in DC'.


* ABBA's cool. I've been listening to them all day. That still shouldn't raise me above the 30% mark though.

* I can't decide if I should write a speech for this weekend's wedding, or just get hammered and say what's on my mind. Hammered Pup speeches are more fun, but not always appropriate. Especially for a wedding.

* I think someone has put some magical spell on my bed that doesn't allow me to get off it in the morning. That and it's about 60 degrees in my apt. in the morning. Burrrr....

* My apt. is a lot more quiet without 6 drunken ladies.

* Why doesn't more hotels offer hot tubs in the rooms?

* We're almost at 10, 000 hits!! Too bad half of those are just me. If you're the 10K guest, a special prize awaits!

* Here's an interesting read about teens today and their views on Sex. It's funny that teenagers already have 'friends with benefits'. Where the hell were them when I was in high school?

* Thing like this makes me nervous about having a niece. I may have one soon, and I think I may go crazy once she gets around 13. Don't give me that arugment about 'she likes it too'. That's my niece!! No dirty perv. boy is getting anywhere near her.

* I've already planned out the first time a boy comes to pick her up for a date. I'll be there, probably T. I'd be drunk with a bottle of Jack and a knife when I come open the door. We'd grill'em. A few questions T and I will ask, 'how old are you? (look damn near 30 to me), 'what are your intents?', 'ever made love to man, boy? Want to?'

* Just wondering... where did you learn what to do during oral sex (Friends? Experience? Porn? Books?)? Just curious.

Pup Bondage

Yet another picture you didn't need in your head

Blog-Fest 2005!!!

Kansas City
Love, BBQ, and Happiness. With temperature highs in the teens.


Being the only Pup in a group of 6 very lovely ladies is not a bad thing. This last weekend, several of the bloggers from around the country descended into the amazingly butt-ass cold Kansas city for a gathering.

I'm not going to describe all the bloggers again because Nanner, Jamie, and Peon have all done such good jobs. The only thing I will say is that even if you've seen pics of these gals, they are all by far cuter than their digital doubles.

One thing I will say. On Friday night, we went to get BBQ for dinner at Jack Stacks (Best BBQ in KC, and in a very very close race with Dreamland BBQ for best BBQ in the country). Being a large group, they herded us into a private dinning room. I sat there between the 6 ladies, not being able to decide if I'm big pimping or I'm one of the girls.

It may have been a BBQ induced hallucination, I went with big pimping. I almost order a Hennessy/Courvoisier to fit my role as pimp.

I thought I had something funny to say there, but I guess not. Too late to erase now.

So here's the short version of Saturday night when the ladies came over to my place for dinner. There were 6 women in my apt. Yada Yada. I was SO tired the next morning...

That not good enough for you? Too bad.

I thought the dinner came out pretty well. There was even an extra special dish that wasn't on the menu. Curry Meat balls (don't be nasty) with grounded peanuts. They were delicious.

I put in a bit too much butter so the flaming berry sauce was a bit more runny than I would have liked. It was still flaming though, so that's cool.

Although my hands were busy all night... from stuff... I was surprised no one asked me to show off my turntable skillz. Yea, the z means I'm good. Maybe they knew they wouldn't be able to control themselves onces they see my moves (I bought you got served last month, so I've been practicing :))

I'm sure there are stories that will pop up that I'll post later. Don't count on it though. The only stories that I remember are WAY too enjoyable to share. HA. Feel that love. No, seriously. I'm not sharing. At least not without someone buying me some drinks.

I had the most wonderful time this weekend that I'll remember forever, I'm glad all you gals took the time and effort to come out to KC.

On a side note. Strangers coming to visit me... Hmmm.... where the hell are those people that actually know me?! Hello? Yea, I'm talking to you.

And no, there's still no Rick Springfield here.

Welcome back to the Pup Bistro'!


Here's the Menu for Saturday Night.

White wine Sangria

Prosciutto wrapped Asparagus with Balsamic Vinegar
Pan Seared Saki soaked Tuna with sesame and Ponku sauce
Steamed Buns filled with Minced Meat
Caramelized Onion Focaccia bread topped with Gorgonzola cheese and Scallop
Baked Miso-Dipped Chicken

Desert:

Flaming berry sauce over chocolate chip ice-cream with brownie anchor


Fine selection of after dinner drinks and shots also available. Please ask the host.

Air Pup

Being a one foot tall stuffed bear has its advantages. I’m snuggly and the chicks dig the clothes I wear. But like any mutant power, this short cuddly stature comes with its disadvantages as well.

The one big disadvantage I’m talking about here is during basketball season. I have a big fondness for basketball. No, not the NBA or all those punk ass spoiled millionaires. I like the game.

Ever since middle school, a group of my friends would wander around neighborhoods playing basketball. Running at the local hot spots for pick-up games. Having your crew run against others in the neighborhood. It sounds silly, but it was great. When night time came, we would go to certain houses that had a flood light to keep playing. Damn we spent a lot of time playing basketball.

These were my boys. If we weren’t playing basketball, we’d just be hanging out. If one of us got in trouble on the court or off, the others would jump in without a second though. I know I’ll probably never have that kind of bond anymore (well, mainly cause I don’t play street ball anymore, or get in fights with groups of people, and anyone I know that I could really call is hundreds of miles away).

So every year, like a moth to fire, I sign up for a couple of rec. league basketball teams. Just hoping to recapture a little bit of that feeling from the past. Sadly, every year, I think I get worst.

You would think after all these years of playing, I would be decent at the game. Oh how wrong you would be. I like the physical inside game. Mainly cause I like the hitting and bumping and pounding things inside, but also because I can’t dribble that well.

This is where being one foot tall is problematic (Unless you can assign 100 points to blocking/rebounding. You know what’s up Furdell). I can still play some D, rebound, and box-out (thanks to 2 years of daily box-outs drills), but the offensive is just shit.

This last Monday was our first official game of the season. We were killed. I don’t think I helped any with my game.

Last Monday’s stats:

Pup: 0 points 2 rebounds 1 assist 7 Turnovers (6 in the first half, but only 1 in the second)

~sigh~ 8 more weeks.

Sweet Soft Butter!!

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