Silly People

This guy dropped the ball. His career is in the crapper now. I guess that is what one expects from someone with Wang and Suk in the same name. Next time, leave the cloning the Brits and their sheep.

Arrrggghhhh!

No, it's not the rating on the latest pirate movie. It's the sound one makes when raking in the Christmas Bounty like a true pirate. This years take includes from random to big time:
Sports bottle thing: Included a mini first aid kit, pedometer, etc from LL Bean. It was in a chic color and shape though. Think mom got confused but parts will be useful and I will use the water bottle with no shame.
Calendars and Atlas: Far Side monthly and Clemson Football Monthly. Atlas from Wally World...from talking with Skippy I won't be shopping there much more, so this should be one of the last useful things I get from the place. I should always know what day it is and where I am or am going.
Biofreeze: I plan to hit the gym harder and I am sure it will hit back. This stuff isn't over the counter and kick ass. If you have used it, you understand.
Command and Conquer Generals: Includes expansion back. When it gets cold and nasty outside. It's because I just launched a nuclear winter on some camel jockey's ass.
Card Shuffler: Screw learning the bridge. This thing can handle two decks at once. No more bent cards either.
Clemson T-shirts : Stepping up from frat club wear to alma matter wear. Go here to check out "Battleflags of the Atlantic" and "Navy T"
Dilbert book: Yes I get to go ahead and see part of my life unfold in advance now.
Clemson Hitch Cover - Orange Paw with Clemson University underneath. The Wolfpack at work get a little dose of heaven everyday now.
Weekender: It's like a wallet but for an ID, credit card and a little cash, nothing else. Will be employed this weekend.
Gift Certificates: Total Wine and Cheescake Factory. Tasty!
Shirt and Sweater- Polo, yellow button down and baby blue sweater. The Horse, sadly, matches the shirt. Can anyone point me towards the yacht club?
Shoes: Two pair of Johnstone and Murphy's. Hey, they last, fit, comfortable and I wasn't paying. One brown pair, one black ( I asked for the black) and stepmom wasn't impressed by the current shape of what I prefer for everyday wear.
Checks: they are as good as cash and already in the bank.
Aerobed with Fleece: Queen sized and the fleece doubles as a blanket or sleeping bag as it zips up. Now at least one bum and female company from ventures uptown can sleep in casa del Whapootskippy in relative comfort during JDGA events. Well, them or Agent and wife.
And the grand finale: Sony Cybersho digital Camera with 5.1 Mega pixels, carrying case, rechargable battery, and 512MB memory card. Now, if I can get it hooked into the computer I will be golden. Expect my picture output and upload to JDGA server to increase. Sucker is tiny, light, takes awesome pics thus far and realitively easy to figure out with regards to on device features such as settings, flash, etc.
The Wrap up...through Dad (who apparently had a banner year which will be paying for a large chuck of above list), stepmom, siblings, mom, grandparents, uncle and a roommate who got something though I thought we weren't doing anything, I made out like a super bandit. I am extremely priveledged. Way more than I deserved, that's for sure. I did try to give back, especially to the mom but nothing like this could I ever touch.
Now where the hell is Jeeves? I need someone to put all this stuff up and pull around the car.

Bad Liver, You must be punished.

That is what I am telling myself this week. Why bother working out when I can go home and drink as the week should be somewhat peaceful and I have no class to scurry off too. Gotta get the body primed for this weekend too. Started last night by getting back to Charlotte shortly after 8 and proceeding to drink for 5 hours before rolling into work 30 minutes late. Woo Hoo!
What I do to my liver may not matter according to this article. If this holds true, my legs will just crumble under me and I won't make it to the fridge/bar to imbibe in another Cirrhosis inducing treat. Guess I need to pick my poison and decide if that recliner with built in firdge is worth it. I think going Friends style with two recliners and mini-fridge in between would be the way to go though.

8000 Ft

The somewhat Short and Sweet of it as little was monumental.

Arrived in Denver about 8 MST sat on runway for a whole, finally deplanned and was in Vail about 3 hours later after getting luggage, finding the shuttle and making the 2+ hour drive/ride. Got to sleep around midnight (2 AM EST).
Got up on Satruday did the ski rental thing, eventually hit the slops and skied some of the best runs of the trip that afternoon. Went to dinner at an overrated Italian place. Good food but not good enough to justify the prices. Long day, short on sleep from week, hit the sack (pullout couch).
Sunday, skied afternoon again, went to dinner at Mexican place that was good on previous trip. Service sucked, food was average, I started drinking prior to dinner and kept pace right on through. Stayed out and hit The Club (owned by same crowd as Buckhead Saloons here and ATL). Met a few people from Univ of Chicago's MBA program. They organized a 100 person trip at a good rate for post exam celebration. Good to be them I guess. I went to another place for a while with a crappy comedian, then back to the Club. I forgot I was at 8000 feet and that alcohol really screws you up fast at that elevation. Made it back to the Condo without spending tons of cash or a police escort. According to fam, I came in about 4AM as older sister was up at 3:30 and said I wasn't in, and step mom said she heard me come up the steps. I remember seeing 1ish on my watch in the little sitting area down the hall. I remember waking up in said sitting areas overstuffed chair. My recollection was I got too drunk and didn't wantto go in with fam possibly still awake. Regardless, I landed in the dog house.
Monday I got up and hit the mountain with everyone else. Was fine until I ate some pizza and had a Gatorade at the lodge about 10000 ft. Elevation, sugar, grease, and a tender stomach are bad. Made a run in a back bowl with the siblings. tons of powder, crap for visibility. We didn't like it and my stomach kicked back anything liquid shortly after I topped back up and got to the lodge. I was thankful it stayed in. The bathroom attendants hate me though. Next time they will have more stalls open so the stank smell that puts you over the edge can be combatted with a place for relief other than the corne

Recipes

Well, as I taunted some of you with my cooking ability and Agent Orange is trying to one up me, I figure I would share with he and the rest of you some traditional Whatonese fair.

Sausage Balls:

One cup of Bisquick (comes in handy pouch)
One Pound of Jimmy Dean Hot Sausage
3 Cups of Shard Cheddar Cheese (I use kraft like a good kid)

Mix all this at once, thoroughly, in an oversized bowl, it makes a mess. If you have an abundance of bisquick on the outside of the large mass, you haven't mixed well enough.
Roll into quarter sized balls and place about 1" apart, or slightly less on a pre greased/Pammed cookie pan with sides (you don't want a grease fire)

Cook at 425 for 5 minutes, turn and cook and additional 5-6 minutes or until sausage appears cooked (brown)

Remove and let cool for a moment then place on several paper towels to drain the grease. Makes about 4 dozen

Recipe can be increased as you wish and according to available bowl and pans.

Pepperoni Rolls:

Sticks of pepperonni (this recipe will be based on the 4" Hormel sticks found in the prepacked lunch meat section of your local grocer).
Pillsbury Grands Biscuits (not the flaky ones)
Spray butter

Biscuits typically come 4 or 8 in a can. Make a batch accoridingly so that ingredients balance out.

Cut pepperoni into 1/6th of the stick (for other stick sizes, peice should be about 4" long and about the size of a mans thumb)
Spray both side of biscuit with butter and flatten out like you are making a mini pizza.
Wrap pepperoni with biscuit and place on a pre greased pan. Be sure to place the part where the biscuit is connect to itself down on the pan to prevent the "roll" from splitting when cooked.

Cook in pre heated oven according to the biscuit directions.



Both can be and are better reheated in the microwave. 25sec/ 5 sausage balls or one pepperoni roll.

Odds and Ends

Well, let's see. This week the following is going on:
I started one of the funnier email barages seen recently, with no parties involved being serious at first, but I think willing to fight by the end of the day.
I got reemed by my investments final (cumulative) Wed night, and am keeping my fingers crossed a B shows up in my email tomorrow or online next week.
I have been busier than a one armed cotton picker this week, since I am out of the office M-W next week. I have a big presentation tomorrow during lunch and tons of work bidding this week and next plus orders, submittal, etc as part of the daily grind.
Flying to Denver then riding on to Vail tomorrow after work, until next Wed, so I am sure no one will feel sorry for me working so hard this week. I am supposed to be packing now, obviously I am not. Prograstination at it's finest.
I have taught Skippy the ways of Caeser III and he and I are in an unspoken race to see who progresses faster. I take more turns per board but am keeping pace by being at the same promotion level. You would think the LA could whip the engineer in a development game, but I have expereince from the craze a couple years ago on my side.
Completed the overthrow of being fratastic as being cool. Ove the course of the past year, I purchased New Balance-990's, official Fratastic shoe, Rainbows, official Fratastic flops, Lacoste polo, well that one just kind fits the post frat boy look with the bankers here, and tonight capped it off while a North Face Denali fleece for my trip, official Fratastic outterwear. Yes, it is grey. No, having this clothing no longer makes anyone cool. I've gone and screwed that one up too and hope to burry it completely if Nobrainer ever steps to the plate on one of the two main components above not already filled. We can all head out to the store on Sunday' as triplets in our shoes, coats and jeans. Damn we are smooth.
Oh, and I continued to not get laid, though I will have the out of town, never see you again thing going for a few days if I venture out in the Village. Ooops, can you say jinx.
Yep, that about covers it. Had to get some stuff up and out there before the Agent catches me for delinquency.
It's really cold where I am going (I know, hot eventually, but I am talking short term) as in highs in the 20's at best, and that's at the base of the mountain. Hopefully I will return with great pictures, stories, and balls that have decided unshrivel.
Have fun for the next weekish kids!

Martha Who?

For three guys, Martha Stewart can't hold a candle to us. We have a fully decorated tree, a wreath up, a fully nativity scene, a gift or two under the tree(unwrapped of course), and Christmas tins. It may sound a little over the top but it feels more like Christmas this way, with a little hint of home. As if decorating wasn't enough, the place is pretty clean. I cooked pepperoni rolls and sausage balls. As one can imagine the comments were vulgar. Especially considering the both Poot and Skippy liked my "salty balls" and the sausage that I was handling. Poot proceeded to whip up some darn good chili and Skippy took the high road with some Toll House cookies, eating a couple in dough form but hooking us up with dessert none the less. Apparently spending several hours in the kitchen earned me bitch status and supposedly I will make for a good bitch for some woman later in life. The way I see it, I better get handy now, cause I don't see anyone lining up for the position at my side, any time soon.
Word from Poot this morning is he is sick. I draw the line on this one. Will I make a run to the store for drugs if need be? Probably. Will I throw them at him from a safe distance and quarantine his room? Yes.
Any smart remarks can be directed towards deez nuts...you know, the Planter's party mix sitting on the counter top.

WHAta Bust

Yeah, this was quite the flop weekend. Thursday went down as mentioned and held promise as a somewhat decent warmup. I think I stayed in the minor leagues warming up for next weekend though. Friday night was fun. Met a friend of Faith and Lyndsey's out, she ended up at Buckhead with us and I proceeded to monopolize her time/attention, all for not no-less. Poot probably had dibs, has the phone I know, and my apologies for not necessarily cock blocking him (don't think he was scoring on this specific night) but doing all that was necessary had it been an option. I should have hung with the two chics I did a shot with at the bar. You know, the ones that were more than happy to chat as I was dressed well from the earlier charity event, that also saw two girls, and Poot approach to take three of the four beers I had purchased and decided to bid me farewell and a fun evening without my side of the story. Dancing was fun, I was smooth for my standards but still came home to my own warm, empty bed.
Anyway, Saturday should have been Christmas in the Carribean, prior to the company Christmas party as I noted. I tuaght Paul how to play Ceasar instead and watched a couple of bowl game warm ups. The party was nice. I was dressed to the hilt again/ Atea fine dinner that didn't agree with me past the taste buds, and had afew free drinks. Drove my boss and the Asheville office manager to their homes/hotels after watching the ACC championship shocker about 1 last night. Was completely sober and felt like hell from dinner earlier.
Today, tree trimming occured about 3 laters than expected. I realized it looks like a 12 yr/o did it as I ran out of lights and all my ornaments are cars, baseball players, and trains with a few Clemson items and a few things that I am sure Skippy will introduce upon his return relegating my childish ornaments to the scarecly populated back of the tree. Drank my fair share of Rum and Coke and listened to a lot of Buffett while realizing his old stuff is better but I lost half of it. It's quarter of 12, I'm hardly tired and my buzz is running down the drain with the rain.
I hope you all had a more productive weekend. I shouldn't complain, many others had more important things go south I am sure. I got lots of sleep, did nothing mentally stressing, and my biggest frustration is Clemson is going to higher paying bowl than the one in town, I can't attend, and the option isn't the Peach in Atlanta. Oh well, time to suck it up, get through the week and hope for the best next weekend, it'll be the last shot in '05 to rock it out I guess as the others weekends are spoken for and New Years just became much less anticipated.

Back Online

Whatown, from the the friendly confines of The Springs is back up and running. Feel free to send me links to all the cool crap like torrents, etc so I can reload,

4 Day Bender?

Maybe...Last night got off to a weak start compared to what most of you are thinking when I mention the word bender. That's okay though, I was just prepping the liver. Hit up a couple bars downtown with Ashley her roommate and Poot. I had received a rather high grade, all but securing a B regardless of my comprehensive final performance, in one of my two classes for the semester. An A is pretty unattainable due to large amount of info the test will be over, so it was time to celebrate a little.
Also, my XP disk finally arrived in my room. No thanks to the dumbasses at the front office who have held it for god knows how long. I called from lunch yesterday to see if it had arrived. Tiger Direct said it had been shipped for over five days, no notice, no package. It USED to be common place that UPS drops said packages at front office, notice left on your door or in mail, you go pick up package. Dummy on the phone yesterday though they got delivered, I told her to go check and low and behold,they had it...morons. I digress and back to the weekend plan, where this fits in.
Tonight, Toys for Tots at Southend Brewery. I have made sure all 5 females I know in town are aware this is taking place and hopefully attending so I can feel good about myself and actually talk to women at it this year. It also helps for other women to see that you aren't just a couple scary guys standing around stalking. It may or may not be correct, but I am trying to help Poot and myself out a little. I will be loading said program and enjoying some Jack during pre-preparty, then attending a preparty about 7:30, and on to the shin dig around 9.
Tomorrow, football all day and it should have been Christmas in the Caribbean in the apt but I am holding that for Sunday. 7ish is the company Christmas Party that I will be attending stag. I could have taken a date but as it would have been a friend only thing, the 20 question game with all the wives and office people wouldn't be worth it. Plus I am a lot more likely to get a little help should said women know any females floating around single in the age bracket than I would have with some form of date. Downtown should follow said affair (which is at McCormick and Schmicks no less).
Sunday will be Christams in the Carribean. Open the door, hope its warm, put football on mute, crank the Buffett CD's and decorate the apartment. All commers are welcome as long as they bring their favorite rum drink. rum and Coke is recommended but we daquiri mix left over from the 4th of July. This is typically on the day of the xmas party (at least the first edition was last year) but has been moved by request.
So in summary, I should be back online at home this weekend. I plan to do a lot of drinking. I am decorating the apartment this weekend and we have social events to attend. I am sure a decent stroy of me being drunk, saying something off color, or screwing something up will occur. Stay tuned, Clark Griswol may be in action.

Eat, Sleep, Repeat

Throw in some football, a little family time and decorating for Christmas, and you have my holiday weekend. Back to the gym to counteract some of the eating but it will probably be a losing battle for the next month. All in all, you just can't beat the relaxation part of it, well one or two things could, but they don't fit the theme of this post.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving folks. My online time will be limited until next week so look for a recap of any stupidity and gorging then. Otherwise I may have a comment or two floating on other sites but don't expect much more. Check out The Sporting Gnomes for all important Clemson sporting info (aka Football Bowl Stuff) over the weekend as I am sure the other contributors will be on.

I've Become Boring

Well, I've looked back and though I have had a decent time in the past month, it's not reflective in my posts outside the train wreck that was me this past weekend. Not to fear though, things may get interesting in the not so distant future. With the game this weekend I think we are going to plan some trouble in Charlotte, who knows, but you'll read it here first. Second, there are lots of social events planned for the holiday season that I am sure we will blow cash on and attend. If nothing else, some good laughs should surface from my attempts and getting shot down, or from being a candy ass and just standing around. I will be traveling out west for part of a week to ski the week prior to Christmas. You'll have to live without me but I am sure something will happen but don't expect fireworks from it. New Years always holds possibilities, reference last years post and throw in a possible Clemson bowl bid to the Queen City. Who knows what else is coming. I have three tests left and will be done with class for a month or so come the second week in December. The spring is also showing some potential as I am signed up for an easy, and all uptown (Thursday night trouble) class load in my last full semester. Basically I am bored at work right now posting this and putting off making my formula sheet for tonight. Hopefully for you, the reader, things get spiced up. We may even find a reason to have everyone to town and pop the cork on a certain bottle of smooth bottle of the good stuff.

Tee Oh Double Trainwreck.

Well, this is what I remember:
Friday night, I had a few with the Rochmanfords, got cornered by the ex, let my inner monologue answer for me out loud and made an ass of myself to prevent getting what I was assuming to be cornered in a booth. I followed this up with hitting on some girl named Ashley that was in TTT with a an engineer I call on here in Charlotte, and his wife. During conversation, I got invited back to the Lake Hartwell Inn but with an early morning and knowing everyone would be in town the next night, I decided to test my luck with said girl the next night, mistake.
Saturday started fine. I got much more of a buzz than anticipated pregame. I didn’t do anything completely stupid and was working on being nothing much more than entertainment. Even got a little beer pong in with some younger frat clubbers and showed I could still hang, or so I thought. First quarter went great. Second quarter I got frustrated and left at the half. I was yelling overly loud to “smash their faces in.” With families in front of us, it was best I not come back. I though FSU would roll on us anyway after the 2nd quarter so I stayed out at the tailgate with Kiwi and listened on the radio while resting peacefully. 4 hours sleep Friday wasn’t cutting it after a long week coupled with early morning alcohol. Post game rolled around and I thought it good to celebrate our big win. Mistake #2. Once the short bus pulled out of the station (aka getting out of said chair) a train wreck was inevitable. I know lots of hard core drinking was involved. I think I commandeered a beer pong slot, and hit on some 18 yr/o for a very long time. I turned up a bottle of Jack, then about spit half of it out, leaving a slober string about 2 ft long between my mouth and the ground. I didn’t know what was coming out of which hole at that point. Everyone around me backed off as they were afraid of the same. Memories are blurry for awhile after that. I ended up at Peppinoes where I filled a coke cup full of whatever I had consumer previously. I don’t think I was eating at that point and had my fill of the day. Drinking had been haulted and I wanted nothing more than to be sober again. Bouts of extreme tiredness lingered as I worked on being sober. A bouncer at TTT once asked me to raise my head from a counter or I would have to leave. I promptly raised said head. I though I had gotten a 4th wind at some point, but I was wrong and that energy quickly faded. Around midnight I made it back to the car and sat there zoned out and trying to snooze a moment or two. Driving home wasn’t hard with regards to drunkenness, I was however struggling to keep my eyes open as I was shot. Made it back to the house only to get confused about which house I was staying at. I entered the wrong persons side garage door and promptly noted “this is wrong”. I though I had beat everyone home thoroughly as Russ had given me the code to get inside, which I strangely still remember. I spent some more time in the car until I got cold, walked down the street and realized they were all home all of about 50 yards away (2 doors down). I marched in once Russ saw me milling around, explained that I was but wasn’t lost and went right to bed which is all I had cared to do for the past 2 hours.
Things to note: Drinking is fun, but I am too old to try and pull it off for double digit hours without water or Gatorade being mixed in anything stiffer than light beer.
Being a train wreck used to be funny but now is somewhat embarrassing. I’m just glad most of the people I will see in the next 8 months from the outting already expect this from me at some point or another.
If we all get together for New Years or a bowl game, I owe rides, food, a place to stay or extreme amounts of gratitude to too many people to list. Most of you know who you are. Next time we all get together, make me stop or remind me of this weekend. It doesn’t need to happen again.

Oh yeah, I don’t think I saw that Ashley girl again, if so, I am sure she had come to her senses. The Gentlemen Jack remains sealed.

Emails from Kingsport

The following two emails were receivied back to back this morning. I find each amusing in it's own way.

Email 1: (Forward)

CANBERRA: Muslims who want to live under Islamic
Sharia law were told on Wednesday to get out of
Australia, as the government targeted radicals in a
bid to head off potential terror attacks. A day
after a group of mainstream Muslim leaders pledged
loyalty to Australia at a special meeting with Prime
Minister John Howard, he and his ministers made it
clear that extremists would face a crackdown.
Treasurer Peter Costello, seen as heir apparent to
Howard, hinted that some radical clerics could be
asked to leave the country if they did not accept
that Australia was a secular state and its laws were
made by parliament. "If those are not your values,
if you want a country which has Sharia law or a
theocratic state, then Australia is not for you," he
said on national television. "I'd be saying to
clerics who are teaching that there are two laws
governing people in Australia, one the Australian
law and another the Islamic law, that this is false.
If you can't agree with parliamentary law,
independent courts, democracy, and would prefer
Sharia law and have the opportunity to go to another
country which practices it, perhaps, then, that's a
better option," Costello said. Asked whether he
meant radical clerics would be forced to leave, he
said those with dual citizenship could possibly be
asked move to the other country.
Education Minister Brendan Nelson later told
reporters that Muslims who did not want to accept
local values should "clear off". "Basically, people
who don't want to be Australians, and they don't
want to live by Australian values and understand
them, well then they can basically clear off," he
said. Separately, Howard angered some Australian
Muslims on Wednesday by saying he supported spies
monitoring the nation's mosques.

AMERICANS..... ARE YOU LISTENING?
and Reading?


amen and preach on


Email 2:

Subject: FW: Drink Order


A pompous minister was seated next to a hillbilly on a flight across the country. After the plane was airborne, drink orders were taken.
The hillbilly asked for a whiskey and soda, which was brought and placed before him.

The flight attendant then asked the minister if he would like a drink.
He replied in disgust, "I'd rather be savagely raped by brazen whores than let liquor touch these lips."

The hillbilly then handed his drink back to the flight attendant and said, "Shit, me too. I didn't know we got a choice."


That's just funny, I don't care who you are.


And that concludes today's email postings.

Hooters

Message on the placard below the Hooters sign on South Blvd: "Now Hiring Ex-Panther Cheerleaders"

I now have a craving for so-so greasy wings.

That is all.

Charlotte Tax Dollars at Work

So I attended by first Bobcat's Game in the new arena, aptly named Charlotte Bobcat’s Arena. I must say that it was quite impressive. Unlike the old arena it is very vertical in design with regards to the seating. Had I been in the upper deck last year for a game I would have needed the binoculars the old lady down low was using. Anyway, it was very ornate inside and the mechanical system is massive. I am actually somewhat proud to say that some of the equipment on the job was provided by manufactures I rep, unfortunately it was provided through another firm as the work was done by a contractor out of Detroit. Of the few here that would have been capable of such a large scale job was already committed to another one of my favorite Charlotte Municipal job, the New County Courthouse. Lots of artistic stuff inside, an absolutely incredible scoreboard that features a model of the Charlotte skyline around the top which is back by some mood lighting for a day or night background. The screens were very crisp and the video boards and graphics throughout are quite impressive. It also helps that close ups of cheerleaders were that much better because of it. At least these girls weren’t going at it (in more ways than one) in the restroom, unlike our Panther Cheer squad in Tampa, but I digress. Anyway, the Bobcat’s won their home opener but couldn’t pull it out last night against the Jazz while Poot and I attended. I just hope the team improves with the UNC player recruitment to keep the attendance up. We weren’t at half capacity last night, not bad for a lower tier team on a Monday but makes people wonder if the “investment” was worth the cost. The old place filled up with concerts when they came through anyway. Until they fill more nights with activities past minor league hockey, basketball and the events that had no attendance issues to begin with, I’m going to fill a bit slighted helping foot the bill and the operation cost.

Perspective

The following came from my investmenets professor after our quick current events discussion led to a topic concerning GDP's, etc.
In your face, world.


If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, will all existing human rations remaining the same, ti would look like this:

57 Asians, 21 Europeans, 14 North/South Americans, 8 Africans
51 Female, 49 Male
70 Nonwhite, 30 White
70 Non-Christian, 30 Christian
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death, 1 near birth
1 would have a college education
No one would have a computer
6 would control over half of the entire world's wealth those 6 would be U.S. citizens.

Cha cha changes

Thanks go out to Nobrianer and Agent Orange for the new header. Orange was the arteeste and Nobrianer got it posted properly. You may see some other changes but don't bet on it until I either get a computer at home that works or the semester break and I have nothing else to do. Most of you will get a kick out of this, at least I hope so. I will take credit for the pick and the change in title but nothing else.

Hey Norm!

Yes folks, Harry was back. The costume was a bit modified, the drunk was not nearly as severe, and he made his way home, sober. As you can see from the link below, Mac caught him in action, mustard stain and all. Due to the fact the bars were beyond packed, thought I had a bit more cash on me when heading down town and the fact I didn’t want to deal with running a tab, I shut the alcohol train down around midnight or 12:30 (prior to time change). By the time we got everyone to the car it was 3 (2 with time change, I guess). I was even responsible for getting our extremely drunk friend out of the bar as she couldn’t stand up. She was barely dressed in our costume so I looked either like the best friend she could have or someone getting ready to commit a very foul crime. Keeping her from falling in her own pineapple and vodka volcano and turning my head while she popped a squat put me in good friend zone for sure. Poot was around to help (that’s him in the Hank Jr. outfit next to me). He was trying to help the other chic find her phone while I tended to the drunk. By the way, these are the same two girls from last weekend and they came by to hang out Friday while Poot and I laid into half a handle of JD and sketched the face onto the wicked pumpkin I carved. The other did kind of piss us off late night as she was all up on A.D.D. boy. Not that we cared she wanted someone other than Poot or I but this guy is just a straight dumbass and I won’t go into that any further. As mentioned, Mac was there to partake late after his journey through some Haunted Forrest. He was dressed as the Donnie something or another, Beaver Hunter from the Bob and Tom Show, I swear to god he was. It was a pretty fun weekend. Nothing super fantastic but not nearly as expensive as the butt whipping in Atlanta would have been. See The Sporting Gnome on the sidebar for Bowman’s thoughts on that.

http://teamtweek.textamerica.com/?r=3571148

Oh, and the Jack poster in the background no longer hangs on that wall. It’s not in our possession at the moment but we do know where it is.

I am a Leader

In being a big fat blog dork. I was originally going to get on here to rant about something related to Nobrainer's blog concerning the government and big business and the political bandwagons. You know, blogs are a political thing, or so my boss thought until I enlightened him a couple months ago. Becuase ranting about the above is dorky enough. Then I decided to venture outside Nobrainer Inc. and see what others were writing. Agent Orange updated yesterday and last Thursday. Not bad. He has something on the Sporting Gnome pages too. The sad part is half his college readership isn't getting redirected to the updated material automatically and are reading his "I'm moving post." Funk is doing a good job of keeping up after a few slumps in late summer. Poot has crapped out since his Boobies jaunt (granted he was gone for a while) . The Stinky Recluse never really got going. Nobrianer, is well Nobrianer. The kid gets mucho linked to other sites and is in grad school. What else is he going to do other than head south to drink with the JDGA? Jessie's Jungle...yeah if you call a cemetary a jungle. Skippy looks to haverealized he is too cool and moved on from his IBO (Inital Blog Offering for anyone looking for a copyright). Malph is lagging too. Half my readers don't even have sites. I shouldn't really count Orange's new monologue either. Shut down the old one or build an auto redirect damn it.
Basically what I am getting at is that, no matter how useless most of my crap is, I have made it through one year of posting as of yesterday. The last 7 weeks have been without home PC (save the "Do work while at work, Wha" comments and I have been able to hold my own and bring a little humor to most of you crackheads, while holding steady at multiple postings a week if nota couple on any given day. And I'm a contributor to another page which is taking much of my sports knowledge. I am doing a pretty damn good job I think. Now, let's go home and pour a tall stiff one, put on the helmet, break out the Harray Carry gear for the weekend, celebrate my blog dorkiness, and say in unison

YAAAAAAY WHA!

Someone fill me in

So as most of you probably know from Nobrianer Inc. thing didn't go my way on Saturday night. I even got cold shouldered, or so it seemed Sunday. This is the part I didn't quite understand. They knew I was chilling by myself and invited me to come hang out. Get there and I see it was only Jay and the girls. Two boys, two girls, sounds like a properly devised plan from highschool. I don't know. Girl two stayed covered in a blanket curled up on a one person chase lounger that was sepearted from the couch. This went on for two hours. After the shows, I took off and headed home. Little conversation was had and I didn't have to deal with A.D.D. guy or any other random dudes. I think I need to revert back to July mentallity. Fun girls, good to hang out and party every now and then, no interest past that, and go on. Oh well, I didn't have any real expectations but I did screw up part Nobrianers weekend and possibly messed up an Asian persuasion weekend.

Today Sucks Ass Tater

Okay, so it's almost lunch and the shit storm of the world has descended upon me. I have previously mentioned test tonight. No big deal. I am leaving here around 4:30 to head towards class, meet a classmate to finalize our note sheets and wear out the test. Two days ago this was my largest headache. Not anymore. Yesterday afternoon I was informed that I needed to attend a meeting with city facility people, and Carrier who purchased some equipment from the company before I was solely handling the account with them. Well, enter the meeting at 9AM and find out that the past two months of fixing a quality problem with said equipment has gone nowhere and if anything has actually created more problems. I have inherited this thing I guess and will be fixing it. They are helping pay my bills in a big way, guess I have to get my hands dirty at some point though I have had nothing to do with the screw ups of the past 2-3 months. Enter me TRYING to leave the meeting site. I get in my car turn the key and get a whole lotta nothin. A little clicking sound indicating my starter works but that's it. Being that I am slightly above the average army mule intelligence wise, I turned off any and all electrical devices in the car and try to re-crank. Nothing as I figured it would be. Remember, I drove the same said vehicle to this site an hour earlier. It's not wanted to crank well for a week or so but not been a major problem and the voltmeter was hovering close enough to center to not overly concern me. Charlie came to get me/jump the car off and still nothing. I gotta couple hundred bucks riding on a new alternator and another 65 on the tow to the dealership. Fortunately the towing company and dealership are relatively close to where I was and where I work. Now if I can get my car back in time to head to University this evening I will be in good shape. On a brighter note, I can't get called out of the office now so maybe I will get some work done. Nah- the shit storm will continue to rain. At this point I am just hoping the JD supply is refurbished when I finally get home in whatever fashion that may be and that the size of the next turd that hit's me isn't so big.


Addnenum 1 (2:45): I just found out that the alternator is fine. Thank goodness I took it to the dealership and not Joe Bob's fix it quick, as they actually checked the peice first. It was the battery, which makes me feel a little better but more of a fool. I was not aware that a battery could go form being able to start your car without problem to not having the juice to play your radio in an hours time. And the lights are on an auto sensor so they were off as well. Who knew? I didn't and hopefully my bank account won't notice as much now either.

Demo-craps and my favorite shows

Okay, so the apartment had an epiphany last night. As you know, ABC has wedged in this crap drama called “Commander in Chief” about Jenna Davis becoming President, blah, blah, blah. It’s not the show so much that gets me as the time slot. They put this liberal filth right after mindless redneck comedies such as “According to Jim” and “Rodney.” These shows serve their purpose well, giving me a good chuckle or two as I prepare/eat dinner. Next falls this liberal crap which we have decide is being used simply to dumb America down more for the Hillary ’08 push that will ensue in t-minus, no, wait, 2 days after Bush’s re-election, that already lifted off. Here it what I know about the show. It’s unrealistic, Donald Sutherland’s character doesn’t think she should continue in her position. Kudos to the character. Boo for him being involved in this crap. I expected nothing less of Ms Davis. Anyway, by sliding this in, the typical American knucklehead is exposed to this attempt to desensitize before their nerves can twitch quick enough to what ever channel your NBC affiliate runs on to catch more redneck humor with “My Name is Earl.” Even those who make conscience attempts to avoid this brainwashing end up being somewhat exposed. If not from the previews that run during every major ABC program commercial break and intro to the show but to the last few minutes and previews of next weeks episode after we have switched back to ABC for “Boston Legal,” one of the finer shows currently airing, if not the funniest. Now, I salute ABC for their new line of shows over the past year or so. This garbage is getting good reviews and ratings (Thanks liberal media who are behind this plot!) but “Desperate Housewives” and the aforementioned Legal hold their own and I make time to watch them. I find humor in “Grey’s Anatomy” and enjoy Katherine Heigl’s scenes especially. “Lost” seems to get great reviews, an Emmy, and has a large following of people as well, though I have never really been into it. Note, all these shows have plots and are not of the reality genre. Good for them. My only problem is why did ABC have to screw with the rotation. Housewives and Legal were a slam dunk for locking people into the Sunday night spot. I think most watch the redneck comedy regardless. I know Grey’s came on strong Sunday’s in the Legal time spot, and Legal could hold it’s own anywhere else on the schedule, especially in a typically weak Tuesday night spot. Why though, did they have to put this commander crap in I ask, why?! I’ll tell you this. It wasn’t to lock up Tuesday’s as obviously with the addition of Legal they were getting the intellectual, late adult crowd and had the average Joe families already locked up in primetime. It’s simply a ploy to get he public used to idea of a woman President, I.E. Hillary. Easily attempted considering they are exposing two typically different demographics, with a wide range of political affiliation (working class, conservative, and upper crust across the board) to this theme and that it is ok. Disclaimer time: Now, if a female candidate comes along in the next 25 years and they are the best candidate (Mrs. Rice) I may vote for them, especially based on where they stand on issues, and if they run as the lead candidate. This seems like too much of a setup though with the VP stepping into office, ala what we see coming with Senator I can’t keep my husband, the former President, happy. Ok, so I have plugged my favorite shows, got that little bit of frustration off my chest, and exposed the liberal subplot. I feel better.

710 Miles

That was the grand total from pulling out of the office Thursday morning, headed for Raleigh until I pulled back in the same space yesterday morning. Over 12 hours of solitude on the road. I can't complain. The trade show in Raleigh was worth while. The game was sloppy but had the outcome I was looking for as a pleasant change. Got home at a reasonable hour on Friday and watched my high school but it one of the highschools truly in the mountains. Did morethan my share of yard work on Saturday. Had a good dinner (and got left overs to bring back) that night while vegging out infront of college football/race/MLB playoffs. Lunch with dad and fam on Sunday then the journey home which was culminated in a game of poker and a couple games of billiards. Fortunately, with 2 rebuys, I only lsot 10 bucks. Guess that's what happens when the BS shots mix in with a decent game and your original buy-in ends up being free. I am still tired and a test is coming on Thursday along with the retrun of the punishing test from two weeks ago, tomorrow. The middle of the week isn't looking so hot but things could turn around...I hope.

Rock Star

Poot and I wore it out last night. Had dinner partially funded by old gift certificates last night. Can't beat the Rockhampton Ribeye at Outback. Headed home to let things settle a bit and get hte ball rolling with a Jack and Coke (needed the caffenice to prevent food coma) then headed down town. Hit Phil's for a minute to grab my credit card from Thursday night and check out their hotass bartenders. Struck up a little conversation with a very cute FSU alum who was trying to see what their score had been earlier. Nothing of any substance came of it but I definetly pulled a Wha and dropped the ball on getting a phone number, especially considering she made a point to say it was very nice to meet me, blah blah blah, on her way out. Moved on to Dixie's and met up with a couple we know that had called earlier in the evening. They had a smokin hot friend with them too. Great scenery and we drank and partied for the next 3-4 hours at Dixies and Buckhead. One of the most fun nights on the town in quite a while. They cockblock Poot with an other chic at Buckhead though, not cool. the best part was they aren't afraid of a little ass grabbing bandit and even turn it around on you. Good Times! This morning was little rough but a couple advils, lunch, water, and a coke took care of all that. Now I'm in the office tying up last weeks loose ends and trying to get things in line for this week so I can get out of town for the NC State game and a weekend with the fam in TN.

For your weekend laughing pleasure. Let it be noted that though I am fully responsible for this post being up I did not create the image nor did I have anything to do with any of the characters having likenesses to people real or fake. It is just damn funny material.  

It's Over..Kinda

Well, I took it from that Investments test Wednesday. I haven't taken it from a test like that since Fluids or Strengths but oh well, the rectum is beginning to heal nicely. Yesterday sucked. Why do crappy ass storm systems move into town the one day I need it to be nice outside during work. The weather sucks, no one like to go out in that and henceforth a ton of tie and effort for atrade show was sent down the strom drain, literally. Now it's pitched a friggin tent and setup shop over this area all weekend. Another last ditch chance to go to the lake, foiled again. At least I get to sit on my butt all weekend and do nothing....well, other than get piss drunk downtown for the first time in forever. I just hope the voicemails I am abotu to check don't suck to bad. The email from the past two days weren't too rough, so I got that going for me.

One of those days

You ever have one of those days when you wake up with a sick to your stomache feeling? Just praying you can get through all the things to do at work and otherwise, without letting anyone down or screwing your self over with a poor performance in one of them. Yeah, that's today and tomorrow.

I Suck

This is the general concensus on me this week. Apparently one is supposed to be able to grill in the dark on a relatively new grill, and everything be perfect. I am also supposed to clean up stuff regardless of if I got it out. Whatever happened to the cook doesn't clean rule? Yeah, and I guess I am terrible becuase I bitch about insurance companies who are trying to mail statements to an address that is two years, and three locations old. Sorry I wasn't in the best mood after a 14 hour day when I read the general stupiditiy placed in front of me. And to try and hold off a solid five minutes before talking any form of shit doesn't cut it. Don't fake being nice or giving me a chance to unwind...if you are going to bitch, type it up and place it on a note on the door so I know what I am walking in to, though it is expected these days. Beforwarned though, go ahead and get prepared for the not so gracious response you are about to receive. If I choose to eat dinner in my room and watch a different program than what has been commandeered to the living room...let it go instead of making smart ass remarks that you may think I can't hear just because I don't respond. You probably don't want my small talk anyway. I've been nice and rather accomodating and it's pretty much up. Some shit is going tochange and if people don't like it, there isn't much they are going to be able to do unless they hole up in their own rooms orlearn to cope. When people have shitty weeks and lots of stress, give them some space and let some shit slide. It's not because they think they are any better and don't have to do things, it's because, quite frankely, the piddly shit you have been dwelling on at the gym or while you have been sitting on your ass the last 3 hours is so far down the priority list that it might be seen next week. If what ever your little issue may be, is so important, then handle it so you don't have to cope. Otherwise let it go and hope the favor will be returned when positions are reversed. Constant harping will do nothing but bite you in the ass later.

Quality Music

The new Coldplay song "Fix You" is awesome. I will have to give "props" to Skippy for pointing this song out to me earlier this summer after the album had been released. I'm glad to hear it on the radio as the slackasses I live with haven't burned me a copy of the CD yet.

One of my Favorites

The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. Its been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But, baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and could be again.

Total Frustration

The past two weeks have brought us back to a place that many Tiger fans would have been happy to see a month ago. Coming out of one of the more grueling opening month schedules in D-1 with a 2-2 record. That is fine, but my frustration lies in how we got there. Open the year with a heart stopping performance in the final seconds to overcome a 4th quarter deficit in front of a raucous crowd at home. Good job Tigers 1-0.
Next, we go on the road to a typically well coached MD team, and without the aid of the crowd, pull out another 4th quarter comeback and show the folks at ESPN, hey, we don’t have to be at home to win a close one, especially being on TV. 2-0, we have a little momentum now.
Week 3, “The U” comes to Death Valley for the first time and experiences a rumble and shake that I haven’t heard even at past USuCk and FSU games in the Valley. A heartbreaking loss but with all the same heroics as the previous games including a 4th quarter comeback. Some streaks, such as OT wins, are just meant to be broken. 2-1 (and not a shabby 1) still looking good. Tweak out a few errors and we may really have something.
Week 4, what the hell happened to us? This is one of the poorest all around efforts I have seen in a while. Granted, expecting to come out of the stretch at 3-1, which many people started doing after A&M, was a little over zealous but hey, think positive. My problem begins with the coaching staff this week though. It’s like we jumped in a Delorian and went back to Tommy West football a-la 1997. What happened to our offense? Running between the tackles with 9 men in the box? I don’t care how good Merriweather and Davis have looked, it ain’t gonna work folks. Running 3 yard routes on 3rd and 6…..um, I think I know why we didn’t convert ANY of them. It just looked like the coaches were the ones still asleep this game. Oh, and we threw one pass longer than 15-20 yards. Too bad WE COMPLETED IT AGAINST SINGLE COVERAGE THAT WAS THERE ALL DAY! We won’t talk about clock management just before the half, when 25 yards puts us in J. Dean range and we do nothing to go at it. The coaches can say all they want about missed assignments and the like. It happens, but don’t go pushing the blame on them because you didn’t have enough intestinal fortitude to challenge them to make a decent play. I can’t say enough about the defensive play. The coaching here was lacking as well, the players did there job for the most part. Why do we have coverage playing 12 yards off the line on 3rd and 4 for the other team. Do we like giving them the first down? I was somewhat unimpressed by our tackling as well. You aren’t going to arm tackle D-1 running backs, especially when everyone is soaking wet in 90 degree heat and a little on the slippery side. To give up only 10 points, all early to boot, though is quite an achievement. Too bad they spent well over 10 minutes longer in the field than the opposition’s D. And my final frustration…the crowd. Have you not noticed the D thrives on your noise? You could have conducted Sunday morning service in their half the game. I saw more empty lower deck seats than I care to admit as well. It was hot, yes. We gave a lot last week, yes. Do you lay down and be quiet just because the coaches are dropping the ball? NO! Get fired up, and be the teams motivation when those in charge aren’t getting it done.
Here’s hoping we go to Winston, put it on the Deamon Deacons like a top notch football team should and that a few fans (I know there are plenty of alums in NC, SC, and VA all within three hours) make the trip get behind our guys. We can get this thing rolling again and run through the rest of the conference schedule and see where it puts us. We may come out on the other end quite surprised.

Fore

The JD count quietly broke four last night with a junior also on the shelf. We still have a good two weeks before the three month mark hits, and this is a slow time in the aprt as we spend the weekdays recovering from weekends out of town. If this pace can be held through October (several road trips planned), watch for an explosion when the weather cools and the traveling decreases.

Just in case

DEEEEEEEEZ NUTS! DEEZ NUTS! DEEZ NUTS! Thought y'all may have been missing your recent dosage. That is all.

Hoarse and Sunburnt

These are the two most evident repercussions I have to show after this weekend. What was going to be a simple day trip for what was expected to be a great game became a full blown party and weekend to remember. After a couple beers and a phone call by Poot to find out what is tailgating food assignment was, we made a not-to-hard decision to pack up and take off. Free lodging was available and for a game like this, we were crazy not to take up the offer. Clemson arrival time of 9:30 in the downtown parking garage…what a great addition to the town. TTT wasn’t quite what I was expecting but I still ran into a few people I knew. The usual crowd had a various reasons for not being there…it is starting to get obvious we are getting old. Hard partying the night before a game is becoming less and less of a priority, even for me, as this wasn’t even planned. Hada good time, got some sleep and was in the back of Agent Orange’s cousins ride by 10AM. Tailgating officially started around 11 as we had to get the coordination down with the location holder. Grabbed a beer at the Esso before hand. I like the changes though I didn’t realize that had been done for so long. 3:30 rolls around and I was part of the 80+ ready to rock and roll. GREAT GAME. Too bad the Tigers didn’t come out on top. I’ll take the game though. Anytime you perform like that, have your facilities and crowd displayed for the entire nation and put up the fight we did against a widely recognized national power, you can’t complain. It should also keep us from getting the big head for the next two weeks as the schedule doesn’t exactly weaken too much. Post game was a cluster. TTT was dead. Bummed a ride to Esso with Poot, stayed there and ran into a fair amount of folks I knew. Good times though I didn’t get to see my new favorite bartender in Clemson. Oh well. Yesterday was all recovery and the voice is still in and out this morning. I am also on a steady diet of Advil, water, and aloe lotion. It was fun but damn I hurt. Forth football season as a grad. Getting old sucks.

Diplomas

I am officially rewarding two degrees today. They are each a B.S. in Hortoneese (trust me, it is a fine science, not an art). Mr. Bradley T. Rochford (Asshead or Agent Orange) and Mr. Michael E. Oberg (Poot) are receiving these diplomas in recognition of their outstanding skills in interpretation and translation. One day, I hope they take these honors and begin the education of others at a higher level. Once the Wha Center for Appalachian-American Speech is open, they will receive their directors positions if they so choose to accept the challenge of educating others. Congratulations Gentlemen.

Also, apologies go out to Agent Orange as he earned his degree years ago but it wouldn't be right to allow him to graduate early or on time, or through any respectable medium outside a blog or hot dog stand.

Disaster Relief

To all those people who feel that it is their duty to speak out against the govenment and the efforts that have been made to aid those in need, do me one favor. Before landblasting the current administrations, please do the following: First, disclose the amount of funds, relief aids, etc, that you have donated or peronsally raised for the efforts. Second, think about what good your comments are really making? Are they getting anything done? Probably not, well at least nothing more than creating another headache, and question to take time to answer, when the folks in charge already have plenty to do. Third, remember that most of the dingbats were given a weeks notice to get out. If you were so concerned about them, why didn't you go pull them out BEFOREHAND? Forth, if the government is so poorly run, why don't you run for office and try to fix it. Oh that's right. You have, and those with more than half a brain voted to make sure you didn't get in. Now go back to these churches you are supposedly reverends at, assuming you can find them, and do something good....like gather donations of food, water, and clothing instead of TV cameras and liberal reporters.

Assistance Please

This is a serious and urgent post. I have spent parts of each day this weekend dicking around with my computer, at least between football games when Iw as supposed to be using it for strudious purposes. It seems that in rebooting it to pick up our wireless network some files went misplaced and it wouldn't even reboot. I have tried repairing it from my origianl XP disk but nothing seems to owrk. Even last night, I told it to reformat the drive and reinstall. I don't have the equipment to pull it off apparently. Now I need you, the residents of Whatown's help. Anyone with an XP disk please hook me up. I have my old code, and even Service Pack 1 on a seperate disk, but my regular bootup doesn't seem to have what I need anymore. I gotta get this thing running or my grad school groups are going to thoroughly dislike me. Let me know what can be done. I will try and get one from the office as I do have the code as mentioned but it doesn't look so good on that horizon right now.

And the Winner Is...

Bowman....I have to give it to you Brad, the best one yet and fits my procrastination style well. Heismann just doesn't roll off the tongue so well. For your efforts you win (drum roll) well I don't know yet but plan on bringing a decent cup to drink it from this weekend.

The Roaming Gnome

Well, my traveling gnome has taken up shop on the mantle. He hasn't even received groans from architecture boy. The orange has something to do with it and we have all this random other stuff in a collage up there so he kinda blends in I guess. I plan to take him to games as once you bring a gnome ot a game, and hte Tigers win, they must return until the streak is broken. I will be wearing the same shirt as well, so be prepared. Back to the gnome though. He needs a cool name. I like the idea of searching through some old historic names realted to Clemson. Frat Club names are welcome for the lamb chop readers out there but I think the Clemson idea is better. I may call him Heismann...the inner jock coming out maybe? R.C. wouldn't be bad either as Death Valley would be reminiscent of N'awlins' without him (no offense to those in the trajedy meant). I am open for suggestions though. It's kinda like naming a dog, but having a reason other than "it sounds cool." As soon as I get a digital camera to track his journeys he will be traveling with me. (Mom, Dad, Santa Clause, are you listening?) I aim to have a Quarterly picture block in Clemson World at some point where the travels of Clemson Gnomes are featured just as IPTAY handkerchiefs are displayed in the O&W. Anyway, give me a hand, I may even award the winner, and we all know what one of my favorite incentivisors is, if anyone can beat the two listed above.

Damn It

First we lose John Denver, great musician, to a plane crash. This was several years ago as most of you know. Now the only other Denver worth a crap has left us as well. Bob Denver (Gilligan from Gilligan's Island) passed away today at 70. That sucks!

Good Stuff

I would post a long blog about this weekend but you, the readership, were all there and playing along. I styaed "on my feet" so to speak as opposed to last year so I remember pretty much everythign that went on. I hope everyone else had as good a time as I did. Somethign funny happen that I just wasn't around for (like sinking the dock with all of 4 people)? Post it so we can all laugh and laugh.

Proverbs 26:11

As a dog returns to it's vomit, so a fool repeats his folly.

On a roll tonight

Three things:
An executive decision has been made that I will not be pulling a boat to Clemson at $3 a gallon. We have a dock, a cove and I will bring things for people to float on and a football. No point bringing something that will cost me an additional $50 bucks just so we can float above water in the middle of the same cove. We aren't even staying close to campus with regards to the part of the lake and I have no clue where the nearest public access landing is. That's a round at the Walker course and much less hassle!
I have now fully come to the realization that Ron White's comedy can be applied to most any situation or conversation about stupidity that occurs. Two days ago, on the way to lunch, a coworker (Clemson grad that I get my tickets from) was talking about the morons in Louisiana that stayed put during the hurricane then wanted rescued. First, and this is just my personal comment, what a great way to weed out some of the gene pool. Second, the immediate thought that came to mind was Ron's comment about the gentlemen in Key West, tying himself to the tree. Ron said and I quoted "It's not that the wind is blowing. It's what the wind is blowing." Unfortunately no one knew the joke, not even the moron warehouse manager who has seen the video a few times. A minute or two later Clemson coworker made a comment about getting smacked by a street sign. I wanted to say something about it being in your spleen, but knew it wouldn't matter.
The first two CD’s of the Wha and Poot’s greatest box set of the last 35 years has been downloaded/ripped and sorted. They will be burned tomorrow and available for your listening pleasure during the tailgate. We will be exploring the some of the best the 60’s and 70’s has to offer with disk 1 and Southern Rock with a splash of Country on disk 2. Expect to see disk 3 – 80’s music that will rock your cock off, pre-Miami. We may even be able to throw together some of your 90’s favorites or a disk of “this is good shit but which disk should it be on?”

#$@%!!!!

In case you don't have the privy of reading my IM away messages: HEY OPEC! EAT A DICK...COCKHAMMERS!

I made fire....YAY!

So as many of you know from the plethora of prompted and unprompted emails today, we have a grille for football season. Granted I wanted one any way and have finally decided to say "Screw the man's rules!" I made the purchase Monday evening just before Lowe's closed up shop. It's a propane fire Char-broil. Took about an hour to assemble with no tools and minimal roommate assistance (the heat shield step was terribly depicted and I missed one of the profile shots on down the map size instructions). I test fired it and it ran without blowing me, or anything around me, to pieces. The proper angle for attaching the tank and the gas valve could prove interesting if inebriated but I can atest it won't spew random gas out to explode. Good job technology. The best part, it lays sideways in the back of the Jeep without any disassembly. Tank not inclusive in that statement needless to say. There is plenty of height to slide tables, etc, under it and other open spaces with the seat folded down for bag chairs, a cooler or two, gas tank, and other necessary supplies. All this and someone has passenger room to ride along. Thanks for making carpooling necessary Exxon! Assholes. The next question is can Wha make a boat appear on Lake Hartwell? Even some of the best laid plans seem to have their snags. I think this weekend’s may have been discovered. More to come on that front tomorrow, I am guessing. Keep an eye out and the fingers nimble and ready for comment.

On the Road Again

This weekends trip...South Dakota. I am up, packing now and trying to get some work done so I can do nothing but price and quote at the office in the morning. This time tomorrow I better be in Aberdeen if I am not downtown drinking here. I get the pleasure of flying Northwest, the same airline currnetly enduring a mechanics strike. Safe flying tomorrow! Hopefully some biker chic won't stop by any of the bars we end up there, on her way to Sturgis or something. Enough beer and I may come back with a Tattoo that says I love mom and a pair of chaps in place of my golf clubs. Hopefully I come back Sunday with a couple funny co-worker stories and a better understanding of industrial fans. If you don't hear from me, wait until the corn is harvested and see if I turn up.

Pizza? Um...No.

So we all get porn spam. It's the reality of having an email address, especially if you are a male, have been single any time in the past 10 years, and have used the internet for its main unintended importance. I accept the fact I receive it, openly check my bulk and trash folders even at work to see the titles and make sure a bulk sent message from IPTAY, Clemson, LXAAlum or anything like that has come through and delete the contents of the folder. So I keep getting this fetish stuff. It keeps reading something about Pizza's in the title. I finally get curious as to what kind of perverted crap this could be and open one. Yeah, mistake as I knew it would be so I opened another one or two over the course of a week to get laugh. It turns out there is a fettish of some sort out there where I guy sticks his rod through a pizza and a female does her thing orally or otherwise. Don't ask me why people like this or how the hell I got on this list. It is freaky stuff but kind of funny to see some dude in the pizza man outfit we accept from a porn flick with his unit through a pizza and some chic (sometime the delivery girl), getting ready to go to town. Should you see the pizza stuff in the topic of you junk file, stay away from it. They become relentless once a message has been opened.

A Great Article

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Blue Hair and White Pills

Well, the trip has come and gone and was relatively uneventful. We left here about 6:45 Thursday, a solid hour and half late. We rolled into Venice about 4:15-4:30 after only two stops the entire way. Not too bad other than the 10 minutes in Venice driving around as I had not been there in a while and its flat, we were worn out and it was quite dark. Got a little confused but found the street I needed and all was good. Friday was pretty tame. Walked a couple holes after we finally got going about 3:30 in the afternoon and had dinner with my grandfather. Good seafood and watched a huge storm roll in off the gulf over the Charlotte Harbor.
Saturday we had 18 holes in by 12:30. Can’t beat riding 18 without a tee time for 23 bucks. Green were freshly airriated but that was the only actually course drawback. Lots of water though. Between the two of us we tested the depth of most ponds, the hardness of several roofs and the integrity of a couple patio screens. The pro shop liked us as we had to restock for our 18 on Sunday. Another round of walk on and play.
The weather was nice. Hot but we had the pool. Believe it or not we never actually hit the beach though we went out up at Siesta Key Saturday night prior to hitting the strip club. It was all nude, but took us an hour to get a chair and no dances were had. Had dinner with my grandfather again on Sunday evening. Not getting to watch the end of the PGA was upsetting. Part of the timing on travel was set up because of that. We did watch a good amount of the tourney between our own golf, sleeping, and eating. We tried to catch the end of it Monday morning coming back. Found a sports bar that opened for lunch. Made it inside prior to Phil’s chip and putt but the moron wouldn’t listen when we told him to flip it to CBS. He claimed the Price is Right was on because they hadn’t updated the preview guide channel. We saw the trophy presentation and replays on ESPNnews while we ate. He bitched that we made him change the channel because he is a moron and couldn’t get it changed back afterwards. He should be glad the hottest chic we saw on the trip happened to be our waitress at lunch, well, next to the fat black woman in a red pickup on 77 in Columbia that Poot gave the muffaletta sign too.
Oh, and we had the god awfullest tea from the Blythewood Bojangles coming back.
Trip Stats: over 1400 miles logged, nearly 24 hrs in the Jeep, 14+ CD’s in their entirety, 1 happy grandfather, two rested company slaves, a few harassed water creatures and a pissed off fat black lady.

Sunday Recap...Midweek Addendum

Apparently I was used. Yep, I heard tonight. The China thing was confirmed and I won't be seeing this person again. I think I let the cat out of the bag when I gave her a peck on the cheek just before leaving in front of one of the other girls. They didn't know anything at that point, oops. Kiwi said something to her later about us hooking up and the response was something like "nothing really happened" and her shying away. Supposedly it has something to do with her current (not so serious I would assume) boyfriend finding out from these other girls all from Columbia. With her leaving, what does it matter. I had a good time, hopefully she did too. Consensus is she wanted a fling with someone new before she left and I got used in the process. Damn, it feels good too. Had I only known that a few drinks early, the story wouldn't be as funny but my end result would have been even more kick ass and the Jack bottle would be cracked for sure.
Oh well, you all have fun making fun of me until next week. I am headed to Florida for a few days and will be offline after I leave the office tomorrow. Hopefully the old folks will have some pointers on how to mix Viagra and alcohol to make a winning combination, and maybe have a few extra blue pills for me. I just hope those blue pills don't turn up in my parents room. Maybe I can even return with a full blown reason to open that bottle...but I doubt it.

The Sunday Recap

The Jack bottle is still standing. I definitely came home and slept for three hours after work Friday. Woke up to no roommates and no desire to track anyone down to go out. Had a quality evening of doing nothing and going to bed earlier than I do during the week. We were out of coke and ginger ale so I thought I would give the liver a rest and be prepared for Saturday.
It's a good thing I did so because damn that was a good party. The numbers weren't as great as was expect but any lack in quantity was made up for 3 fold in quality. Poot and I helped get the keg and took care of concreting the volleyball posts in their respective buckets. The posts set well but without tension strings to run off the side, the weight of the net pulled them over, as there was nothing actually under ground for support. Not our faults, we were in charge of concrete and no string was provided.
The ratio of girls to guys was very good and the ratio of girls interested in us to ones we found attractive was favorable as well. Needless to say the one I hit it off with lives out of town and is traveling to China for an extended time starting the end of the month. Rumor has it she has a boyfriend but either it’s not to seriously, or a light was shined down upon me by a higher power for she didn’t seem to care too much about that guy last night. I know most of you think this is just another excuse like I usually get (the traveling to some far off place thing), but it was verified and she definitely showed her interest in me as the night grew late. I will refrain from details as that wouldn't be proper but depending on technicalities, I think I could justifiably open the single barrel. Poot will probably chime in on this one, hopefully with a little class as he left me at the party and retrieved me this morning. Why he didn't stay is beyond me, unless I am missing something there. I hope so for him.
I do know for a fact that we were the party darlings to the girls as we didn't force ourselves on them unlike other party goers late in the evening and we helped get things set up early on prior to alcohol related memory lapse. I am pretty sure we will be invited back in the future. Hopefully I will be able to hold beer pong court on the “Thirsty Bitches” table again. Undefeated in 5 + games and managed to score this chic mentioned previously by recruiting her to play with me. Winning and talking some good shit always helps all the way around. I think they consider me a ringer as Kiwi claimed dibs on me this morning for future games. If any of you out there (dirty birds) think you can bring it, I may be establishing a home table so watch yourselves.

Return of the Debauchery

Well, we have been in the new apart for right at a month now. We have only managed to polish off one bottle of Jack thus far, though number two stands a snowballs chance in hell of making past this evening. It may not make it past 8 if I don’t take a nap after work. One would have though that Poot and I would be bringing Skippy down to our level and that our ridiculousness would be reaching all time highs. This, however, has not been the case. I find that we are staying increasingly busy though none of us really have anything to do after work. We are also drinking much less…well, at least until this weekend. Skippy has been deposited with the friendly folks at American Airlines and is in NYC. We had two tall boy Jack and Gingers before heading uptown to drink. I don’t remember getting home, I slept in the shorts I wore out, and feel as though I am in a fog, though my office smells as though I am in a swamp. They go together pretty well, seems fitting. We did get to see the stripper with great fake ta-ta’s at Live @ 5. She was all touchy feely…at least until she went to get sick in the port-o-pots. Safe to say the alcohol was impairing her judgment for a while. I think, with a party tomorrow night at Kiwi’s and nothing set for tonight, it is safe to say we are back to our old ways. I will be ghetto rigging a volleyball net and helping attain the keg midday tomorrow with the reward of hanging out with Kiwi’s roommates and free alcohol. I just hope that I have the capacity to recap on Sunday. When I say capacity I really mean the ability to remember the things we did. Hopefully someone will be wearing a green skirt or bathing suit because the shirt and comments will be primed and ready to go.

Carn

So Carn needed an email account to get back with reality. Talked to him today, said I would hook one up for him and let him know all the details. Well now he has one TubbyCarn@yahoo.com. The best part is he also has a Yahoo personal account set up with a picture of him from Brad's wedding and fully completed (legitimate) profile. He will even be receiving matches on a weekly basis. If you get bored, look up kingstreetgolfer in the Charleston area and give him a wink. Once he figures it out I am sure he will appreciate it.

Chess

The game of chess, I know I suck, let me play. You will beat me normally, that is fine. Don't be a pussy and bitch about how you beat yourself when I do actaully win. In chess, that is typically the case and I am usually the one doing it. Also, don't use lame ass techniques like bitching about the time between moves simply because I have an advantage at that point. Pot, this is kettle, you are black. And we won't even bring up hold 'em. More than likley I will botch something anyway. Let me over analyze and do it. And when I say "It's over." don't tell me not to give up only to say "Why don't you forfeit?" three moves later after what I see as the inevitable playout occurs. I am not the best at this yet, so if I see both our next 4 moves becasue I am screwed, just go with it and start a new game. Quit wasting everyones time and getting folks riled up. It prevents you from having to ignore you previous 5 minutes of dialog that I will quote back if necessary.

Corrupted...no not really

Well, the sisters trip has come and gone uneventfully. She got in on time Friday afternoon and we hung out. Grabbed dinner with Poot and Skippy at La Paz Saturday night and as usualy it was very good. Suprisingly empty but good. Later in the evening, we caught a Two Step (Dave Matthews Cover) show at Amos's. It was and 16 and up so she got in without in bribing, conniving, or B.S. The show was good and not neally as crowded as expected. Fine with us. Saturday was a shopping marathon starting with lunch at the mall around 12:30-1 and finishing with a Jos A Bank culmination around around 7. She hit up Soutpark, two laps around, for all it was worth. Well, not really, but within limits of the rather nice bank roll she came to town with. I didn't fair so bas either, doubling up her 5 hours of expenditures in a matter of 45 minutes of actuall shopping. Granted I did pick up an alligator shirt and a cool Cubs hat while at the mall that put as much of a hirt on my account as anything. The rest of the expenditures were all on mom and dad as she had been given some back to school cash and I had a rather nice gift certificant to Bank's from my birthday. Poot even got in on the act as Bank's had a helluva sale going and some of the shirts you just couldn't pass up on.
After the marathon, we came back to the apt, got cleaned up and dressed decently, grabbed Skippy and hit up Maggionoes for dinner. Here is where my plan came together. I picked up dinner for Laura and I on Friday and let her get lunch Saturday and said I would get lunch today. She had another chunk of chnage for food this weekend for us. I took advantage of this and got the apt taken care of last night, picking up the drinks before hand and letting Mom and Dad's funds take care of the family style dinner that also fed us tonight. It was great and we came home fat and happy.
The only draw backs this weekend was the fight over the tiaramasu. I felt no guilt in taking the rest tonight though Skippy bitched as he didn't have any last night. It's not my fauly Poot got a hold of the Cheascake first this evening and my fav was all that was left. I figure he had his Italian goodness already as his office sent him tons of food, including this delicacy, from a very good store, early this week after his ordeal last weekend.
All in all not a bad weekend, and neither of Poot nor Skippy hit on my sister.

Corruption at it's finest?

Okay, so my 16 y/o sister is coming to Charlotte for the weekend. This has been pseudo in the planning for most of the summer but came to a stark reality this week. I had been telling the parents to figure out which weekend and gave them my class and work schedules, etc. I kinda wanted some notice but whatever. Anyway, I got a call from her this morning. Good thing me telling her this weekend would work (Monday night) and nothing changed since she called. She rattled off the itinerary and I will be picking her up about 4:30 Friday evening. Gee whiz, twist my arm for a reason to leave the office early. So now I have to figure out what to do. If the weather is nice, she wants to spend Saturday, or a better part of it, on the lake. Works for me. Heavy shopping is required as well since she has never been to Southpark and has her mother's knack for being able to blow through serious cash in a matter of a couple hours. That's all fine and dandy. I get to stare at the other women out shopping and have a valid excuse for being there. Plus I get a females opinion on stuff I need as I have a gift certificate to burn on some work clothes as well. The quandary comes down to night time entertainment. Skippy and Poot will both be here and we will want to drink. I see no problem in letting her join in but to what extent. I think part of being a good big brother is not necessarily sheltering her but teaching her some of the tricks so she knows better down the road. I am pretty sure Friday, I am going to take her to dinner and get her hammered at the apartment. Does anyone else think this is wrong? It's not like she doesn't sneak around at home. Hell, it might even be fun. I have forgotten what it is like to have a "new drunk" around. If only we could coerce Mac. Anyway, thoughts on stuff to do are always appreciated and opinions on my ideas are encouraged, especially this time around.

5 Mo'

After my test on Thursday another grad class is down. Having another three weeks off will be nice, especially without WEDDINGS to attend this time. I anticipate lots of lake and pool time with a fiar amount of boozing. I love being able to flip that switch on and off as necessary. As for the paper I had to write for today's 5:30 class, I did it in true Wha fashion. I knocked out the 7.5 pages between 3:15 and 5:15, emailed it to the office, swung by, printed it off and rolled in about 10 minutes late at the beginning of a very fun group exercise. How did I get to write it between 3:15 and 5:15 you ask? The powers of being able to sign out to call on contractors for the afternoon, which I actually did from 11 to 3:15. That and going in at 6:15 and getting more done before 8 than I usually do all day because no one was there to bother me or give me crap phone alls helps too.

What Once Was Cool, Now is Not

I bought a pair of Rainbows and have worn them regularly since mid May. That should have signaled the end of the reign of coolness they possessed. As of today though their fad is officially DEAD. Nobrainer purchased a pair and intends on wearing them regularly as they are very comfortable. All you cool kids in the south...find some new footwear because now you are just passe.

AVI Files

I have some .avi files on my computer but can't get them to play in any one of a couple programs including Quicktime, windows media player or Winamp 5.09 something with a nice little video media player built in. Any sggestions?

Lupus Street

I was wasting time during lunch and decided to zoom in on some places I have never been using Google Earth. I thought London was a good pick with everything goign on over there. I like to leave the road name feature on becuase usually I am looking at places I am familiar with. Low and behold, in downtown London there is a Lupus Street. After the 4th weekend this is pretty funny to me and now I have a reason to go London some day. If they will only let me gallop down the street with a bottle of Jack Daniels in my hand I will give the Brit's all the Wha they can handle. Anyone want to come along when this journey is planned?

And it is done

What a joke. That was the easiest 24hrs spent. Would take it over building the non-swimmers a house anyday...and I am well rested. I will defer the details to others. I get to plead the 5th.

Countdown

24hrs, 24 minutes until I start, 48 hrs, 40 min until it's done. I don't plan on being taken care of in a timely manner. At the same time, I hope no one decides to "Take care of me." Pretty, and white may have it's drawbacks.

With our powers combined

Well, three JDGA members now reside under one roof (and a really nice black guy). Teh move literally took all weekend. Poot thought we could knock it out in one night, I knew better but the extent of what follows boggles my mind.
Skippy and I began packing him in the Uhaul about 3PM on Friday. He had most of hit stuff in a form good for packing but my god son, that was a lot of stuff. Around 5PM it dawned on me that the office may be closing before too late and we had paperwork everyone had to sign. Skippy lived half way across town and a notorious traffic jam area was between us and the apartment. We throw his hanging clothes in the XTerra nad take off. Paperwork done and Skippy's clothes hanging so that ironing will be minimal later on we go back for the full UHaul, my jeep (loaded) and mostly fill the Xterra again. Keep in mind we are moving three people into one 1300 sq ft dwelling with limited closet and storage space and no garage included.
Emptying the Xterra completed around 7PM with the debauchery apartment being mostly full as Poot had moved his closet cross complex while waiting on Skippy and I to return. We fill the UHaul, Poot's ride and the Jeep at least two more times Friday night. The only thinsg that get remotely unpacked/set-up included the bedroom furniture and living room furnitue. The kitchen and remaining floor space in all rooms is a mess. We call it a night about 2:30AM. I have class at 9:30 saturday morning scheduled to last until 5:30, they have to be done with the UHaul and returned by 2 PM. I go to class and call in for a check up around lunch. They are pissed at finding a home for the crap pull out couch of mine, a story for someone elses blog but definitely worthy of posting. I return home and spin into a dimension of pissed off around 4:30/ Poot and Skippy are at the pool with Jessie and Gene drinking. The apartment is still a mess. Is till have a bunch of crap in the old place (which I planned to move on my own anyway) but the kitchen hasn't been touched. They also have ceiling fan/light installed. I convinently need one too but certain people's comfort are more important than getting crap moved. I guess one Depot run couldn't wait.
Moving commences shortly afternoon on Sunday as we were all up until 1:30 opr two again, with at least some unpacking done and things starting to take place. Rumor of a blue spandex sighting at the complex pool party lit a fire under us and we got the remaining odds and ends out while giving the old joint a lick and a promise cleaning job. We hit the pool around 4:45 Sunday afternoon.
As it stands, most crap is packed away. I have some stuff sitting out still but had to work late last night and have class tonight. By tomorrow evening, everything should be in working order and things should be good to go.
For those coming to visit we are now in the building immediately to the left of the main entrance. 5606-201 Oakcrest Green Dr.
On a sad note, the collection has been tossed to hhe dumpster kings. Many humorous pictures were taken and a panaromic is in the works of the 21 bottles. Think nothing but a black and white shot, clean background with nothing else on the ends. There are some good staged photos as well. I'll keep you posted on those.
I will say things may get interesting with the differnece in living conditions and opinions. Let's just say a lot of money better be saved. Hopefully things will settle out and everyone will get in a comfortable groove. Having everything stored away should help get things off to a decent start...that and a bottle of liquor consumed in a rapid fashion. We have a solid goald of 25 bottles by July 10, 2006. You heard it hear first.

Class and Ron

I think I have officially been brain washed by Ron. I am currently taking a very compacted class. It's Organizational and Leadership Behavior (Management stuff). It's a big discussion type class and we meet for 3:15 a day T-Th in July and two 8 hr Saturday's. Our first class we were talking about what makes employees satisfied, blah blah blah and the subject of everyone's worst job ever came up. This turned into the profs lame way of doing an ice breaker for everyone to participate in. I got up and was describing my experience ina slightly more than minimum wage job after my sophmore year. It was a book bindery in Kingsport. No fear of theft, I was 1 of 5 people there that could read, I think. Anyway, the plant was not air conditioned, the fans were not good, TN is hot and humid and there was a lot of manual labor and machines running. So my response was I worked in said Bindery "Lots of people, lots of machines, no air conditioing and TN is hot and humid in the summer..I didn't like it." I also mentioned that I was higher educated after 2 yrs of screwing aroudn in engr than everyone but the top management at the plant. Needless to say in my description all I could think of is Ron's Deer Hunting story at 4:30 AM.
The better part came last night though. We had a case study on layoff procedures some NY CEO did after taking over a midwestern department store chain. Needless to say, the styles of mgt the folks were used to and his style were quite different. We talked about issues such as layoffs and how it affects morale, etc. One thing that came up was how many folks are called in 15 min before the end of their Friday shift, told the news and escorted out. No packing their stuff, no saying good bye, security escorted out. Needless to say another Ron story came to mind. I kind of chuckled to myself. I wanted to interject prior to Ms. Gastoni. She has apparently experienced every thing possible in business by teh age of 29. I just want to know how managing the IT department at a trailer park jsutifies such experience. Anyway I wanted to through out the following "Yeah, one time I got laid off. They threw me out. I didn't get escorted to my work station to say 'Bye everyone, I've gotta go' I got throw the f' out."
So two classes down, and two perfect places to insert Ron. I can only imagine what is going to happen when we work as groups all day on Saturday and I really get bored and someone puts one ona tee for me. I'm hoping to insert a Mercedes comment or a "Well I gotta place to f' your sister."

My recap, abridged

For those that weren't already a part of the madness, this past Monday marked my 26th year of existence. I felt kinda like a sororrity girl as we had a full weekend of partying to celbrate it. Having a holdiay birthday always helps though. If you want heavy detail see Brad's Agent Orange Recap via the sidebar or extended link below. Appologies for not being tech savy enough to make that phrase a link.
A few details that are missing is that I don't remember a 5 minute converstaion with Skippy at Selwyn pub. I woke up hung over but OK. made it to lunch two hours later, started eating and realized I was in trouble. Fruit salad, a pickle and loads of sweet tea are not too great ona weak stomach. I can home, cleared the ssytem and passed out for two hours. After waking around 3:30, I satin the energy sucking chiar, went through the numb face feeling and realized I was ok and pronounced "GAME ON." I kept control until the ass biting incident while polishing off Jack Bottle 2.
The lake was good, I am burnt and it took part of yesterday to clean the filth, towels, sheets etc left from the crowd. Well worth it though.
Next year hopefully more planning, space and water craft will be available and a real party can be manifested. Apologies to those who weren't informed but just think of the trouble we could stir up next year if we start thinking now. Oh and the 4th of July Fireworks here were kick ass. The perfect (less sex) way to end the weeekend.

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Oh Say Can You See?

The yearly debacle that is my birthday is upon us once again. A recap of last years events in case you didn't know: Todd get's boat to run for first time in 7 years, goes to Norman with freiend, gets buzzed up, comes back and goes out to large downtown celebration. Friend takes care of beer and cab rides all night. End up at Sewyn Pub, decide to walk back to friends house at 2 AM. Only about a 3/4 mile walk, no big deal , even drunk. Half way through I decide it would be funny to Nigger Knock a few houses as if I was 12 again, not turning 25. This is better known as Knock and Run or Ring and Run to most outside of redneck TN. Wearing loafers that are worn smooth on the bottom and on freshly dewed grass is not good. Especially when told by said, drunk friend that if "You are going to get one, you gotta get'em all." I wipe out at least once but never stop moving as going down and getting up all happened in the minimum time period it takes to completely destroy a pair of khaki's and a polo. No one gets caught.
On to this year. Poot will be back from an afternoon wedding by 8. Who has weddings in Florence at 4 in the afternoon on a summer hoilday weekend? Morons. Skippy now lives here and has female company in from NY. Nobrainer made the last minute decision to join us last night and is expected in 2ish today. Brad and Lauren are incoming for late this afternoon as well, pending Lauren's stylist ability and timeliness. It helps Skippy's company is Brad's cousin and everyone met at the wedding not long back in the May Archives. Del (said friend above) is having a big ass BBQ today starting at 4. We may or may not end up downtown following this. His BBQ's usually end up with the hard core doing this. Tomorrow is filled with the promise of the lake or pool and a supposed poekr game a Del's tomorrow night. The lake may be interesting as said boat is rated for 5 people or 750 lbs + 100 lbs for gear. I count 7 folks at my place alone. What do you think the safety factor is? Comfort level will be zero in the boat.
Monday is fireworks that night and I took Tuesday off to recover fro mteh debauchery. Last night held promises of lameness with a thunderstorm that washed out any shots at hitting the lake. Official number 19 hit the shelf and 20 has been reduced to the top of the label already. I think it is a sure thing he is done and done by the end of the weekend.
I think it may just be a fantastic weekend! If nothing else, there should be some damn good stories.

Da Boat

OK, dropping a cool G, or close enough, sucks. Boats are money pits...BUT...I got to spend 2 hours on the water, cruised for a while and anchored and had dinner on the sand bar while listening to the classic rock station. We found a ton of coves on the NC side of Wylie too, and it should be much less crowded in that direction, not that any of it compares to Lake Norman's regular crap. I realized why all men want a boat so bad. And to think, I haven't even seen a regular weekend down there yet, much less a weekend like the upcoming one. Game on for the rest of the summer!

Open Flame

I'm really glad we don't allow smoking in our office. If so, I think our building would have exploded after today's lunch. The nasty just continues to build. If you get a Dunkin Donut in Charlotte tomorrow morning, and it taste funny, I appologize now. They are made for distribution next door and I am sure the contamination will leak over there at some point.

Just in Case

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Go to the link above if memories from April are fading away. I laughed out loud, and I posted half that stuff.

A fine round it was.

Number 18 has officially been posted to the top shelf. As we all know a 19th was on it's last legs but lost to those without due appreciation for the sweet nectar of Tennessee. We are in the final count down to move out with just over two weeks remaining, one being the week leading into my annual summer debacle of getting offically older. I saw kudos to my main partner in crime and all other who have dabbled in the goodness on the wall along the way. 2 a month is pretty much unattainable but we have a thrid roommate coming aboard and expect good things for the next year, and hopefully a new record. Should I venture to up the anty to 30 between three and friends? I'll let the readers decide.

The last half hour

So in the last half hour our apartment has become somewhat intersting for a Monday. I have 5 Brats boiling in Yeungling smothered in minced garlic, peppers and onions. Hoagie rolls, spicy mustard, and shredded cheese awaiting their hot tub removal. Yes, I do have a Budweiser product also awaiting. Did you expect anything less of me?
While the goodness is cooking the following banter occured and I quote:

Poot "Was Hellen Keller deaf or blind?"
Wha "Both!"
Poot "What was Anne Frank?"
Wha "A Jew!"

I am pretty sure we have reached our mental capacity for the day. Good thing I have softball later (no). I am really hoping it continues to rain so I can continue to drink.

Mission Accomplished!

Random Thoughts and Comments

I think I get the boat back this weekend. Just in time to go out a couple times and then back to school. Boats-holes in the water that you throw money in. Whoever came up with this saying pretty much summed it up correctly.
I have had two dates with the same girl in the past weekend. Not too bad though I think I got blown off a bit last night when we bumped into her at Fox and Hound. Hopefully something will work out for the weekend. A third date is basically virgin grounds for me at this point, so we will see. I think she may be using me though, seriously. Not that I am one to complain, I am just happy to be back in the game a bit.

It's Father's Day weekend and I am not going back to TN and I have no super reason not to go. Does that make me a bad son? I hope not.
Live @ 5 is fun but I wish they wouldn't play the music so loud. No one is there to actually here it. We just want something that goes well with beer/wine and conversation. It's no fun not hearing Skippy's intro line when he is trying to get a foot in the door for the group.
Have I done anything funny/stupid recently that I haven't mentioned on here. If so, I am struggling to keep this thing going though I believe there is some good stuff on the horizon with yearly debacle that is my birthday and the fact I am actively looking for new employment in the greater Charlotte area.

Bachelor Parties and the like

I am learning that I am involved in a devastatingly horrid downward spiral. My first experience attending was pretty lame event at Jillians. We watched college football through the fuss of the crappy satellite link, drank a little and maybe played a game or two of pool. The Best Man can be blamed for being lazy and not getting crap together earlier (Oct '02).
The second involved my first experience with the "Ball and Chain." We got the bachelor wickedly drunk at Broadway at the Beach, attended a fantastic palace of lesser morals, watched one guy bascially put a down payment on a premade family at said establishment, closed it down at 4AM and made the bachelor swim in the ocean at 4:30AM with just the ball and his boxers. Everyone was hungover until 5 the next day.
The third the ball and chain again madea solid appearance. Charleston was hte place of debauchary. The seafood place was tame but when the ball and the "Big Mistake" shirt made their appearances, all bets were off. The bachelor didn't make it late enough to swim or even attend a house of lesser morals. I don't think the rest of us were capable either. He couldn't hold down his own rehearsal dinner, the site of which made him run to the boys room.
Side note, as the spiral increases, I have become partially responsible for scheduling activities (two and three).
Party three, on my home turf, I do most of the planning. We are hte Saturday afternoon pool entertainment. It's amazing what 8 guys and two case of beer can do in an afternoon. Two hour cool down, the grilling out and beer pong. I punished myself. Sometimes being only marginally better than your opponents is a bigger curse than anything. We end up roaming the streets with Ball and Chain in tow. I serve up Coyote Ugly early and the rest is history. If you don't know check my linked blogs for details. Other bars happen but Ugly was bad. I am shocked Will was able to sit through his lap dance later that night. I would pay good money to have myself on video with the comment "If you want us to finish him, we can finish him, just let me know". I am sure Brad had to pull out his translation book though to know what I actually said. We make it home 3:30ish, people are dead to the world until 11 or later. The pool was good the next day. Baked the drinks right out.
Now my bigger concern. I know of at least two more that will have to be pulled off in the next year, I see them being just as bad, if not worse on the bachelor. I expect to have plenty of say in the matter too. Now for me. Should the day ever come around, I pretty much fear for my life. I have a feeling that like 15 people will be waiting in line just to "finish me off." My penance will be served, and it's gonna hurt but in the meantime the guys next in line are in trouble.