All right people, I am in the process of
switching Blogging programs and site design and I have some great blogs in the
pipeline but I had to get this one out
now I was doing my usual Tuesday
search for new music on the iTunes music store, when I cam across this
gem.
“Come Get it
– The Very Best of Aaron
Carter”
Have you lost
your fucking mind world? The very best of Aaron Carter. Really? Really? This
should consist of a piece of paper that says Hillary Duff and Lindsay Lohan
Fought over me. This shouldn’t be so much sold as forced upon prisoners
in secret terrorist prisons. The fact that it’s being put up to purchase
is insane. I keep checking to see if the ACLU, Unicef or Amnesty International
is planning to intervene on behalf of Human Kind.
I also like it’s the
“Very”
best of Aaron Carter. Like there’s his best but then there is this
magnificent piece of work that is so exclusive that greats like his cover of
Bobby Brown’s “Every Little Step” Just couldn’t be
included. It’s like The Beatle’s 1 album if you like to listen to
really shitty little brothers of Backstreet boys rapping.
I am not usually one to criticize
music because I like me some shitty music. But there is a line of self-dignity
and that line is Aaron Carter. See
For yourself: here
so yesterday I talked about how I had won
that standoff and Oliver, sorry Holla-ver, had purchased ink for the printer.
it's a glorious Epson C84. So I wanted him to know that I was the winner so i
decided that the best way to do that was to use the printer with it's new ink
cartridge. I started slowly, making a useless excel spreadsheet and printing it
out. Then i started typing up and printing things that I could just write on a
pad of paper. I have a very elegant shopping list using multiple fonts
signifying each type of item, i.e. futura for dry foods, myraid for produce and
wingdings for frozen foods [that's going to make shopping hard]. Yeah this took
longer then just writing it out, but i bought the ball points pens, alright that
is a lie, they are stolen from various restaurants, hotels and dry cleaners. To
step it up a notch I decided that I needed one dramatic gesture of a print. so I
printed this: Using FreeHand MX.pdf
I am pleased to announce that I have
emerged victorious in the Epson C84 Printer Standoff. For those not up to date,
my roommate and I have been trying to outlast each other in who has to purchase
the new black ink cartridge for the printer. Oliver, sorry, Holla-ver thinks I
should because it's my printer. I think that he should because he wastes the ink
(of course he will deny this but you can go read his blog if you want to hear
that bull-shit). And so that standoff began. It has been 6 months of that little
red light blinking to let me know that there is no black ink. But I got him.
because of my "Accidental" quitting of Firefox, the only way for him to get the
filled out form for some car thing (I didn't research this article very well)
was to buy ink. The file was stuck in the printer queue. That is all just
semantics. the important thing is..... I WON!
Alright So i have accomplished the
unaccomplishable. No, not using the word "unaccomplishable" I have the ability
to record not one but TWO that's right 2 shows at one time. it amazing. I can
come home from work late on a Tuesday and have both Boston Legal and nip/tuck at
my disposal. it's amazing, world changing, or at least neat. so how did I do
this? I bought a second TiVo.
That's right TWO TiVos. So now my roommate has a TiVo at his disposal and I have
one to control mine. He can record shows about European Cars and I can record
shows about 25 year olds in High School. He can record sports commentary shows
and I can record Civil War history shows. He can record the free porn on channel
77 at 1:00am Thursdays and I can record the free porn on channel 77 at 1:00am
Thursdays. It's a perfect
situation.
Side
Note: I got the second TiVo from my
friend and it was filled with episode after episode of "A Wedding Story" from
TLC. He tried to say it was "his girlfriends" but I don't buy
it.
The TiVos: If you are
wondering, that IS the first 2 seasons of Saved by the Bell on DVD.
So previously, I have documented my
journey toward growing a mustache. I was going to do the same but after the
failed attempt that last time, I didn't want to once again disappoint. So I kept
it hush hush. But I decided a while back, that I needed to have a mustache for
my halloween costume. So I got my coach back, (thank you Mr. Hoppe) and I went
for it. I am glad to say that this time it was a success. I was a High School
Football Coach. I had it on lock down. I had the whistle, the socks, the polo
shirt, and of course the Shorts. If you are wondering, Why not Bothell Blue?
These are the colors of Wakefield High School in Wakefield, Michigan. Oh the Hat
says, "Wakefields Always
Win"
I have a realization most people
probably figured out 10 years ago.
So on my way home today I realized that I
am a nerd. I mean I wasn't always this way. I used to be cool I swear. I played
football. I was captain. I went to the homecoming dance with a cheerleader. I
drank underage. I WAS IN A FRATERNITY! I was totally Zack Morris or at least
Slater, without the mullet. but in the last few years, I have become totally
Screech. I went from Steve to Stu. Other's may have noticed it gradually but it
snuck right up on me. I still thought I was cool until I got off the phone with
my roommate yesterday. What
happened to me? I used to be into chicks and beer and making fun of people that
weren't as cool as me. Now I'm not as cool as me. Instead of being excited to go
out after work and get "tore" with guys and "scam" some hoes. I was pumped to
get home so that my roommate and I can get to advancing in X-Men Legends II on
the GameCube. The conversation went like
so: Oliver: "Dude, when you getting
home? The Savage Lands need to be
dominated!" Me: "I'm on my way. I
should be home by 5. I am going to need some bacon cheeseburgers for our
dominating" O: "I will stop and get
some. We need to get in the zone"
Now, this should be followed with
me getting a wedgy and and Ogre calling me a NERD! but it
didn't. I seem to care about
Playing video games and making sure the TiVo records Smallville then I do about
getting drunk and pulling ass. I spend my time on the internet checking on new
gadgets and electronics not looking at porn like I should be. What's wrong with
me?!
So yeah it's true. I don't have crabs. If
you know me then that shouldn't come as a big shock. I am not the slut. But for
a moment I was frightened. I had
gone to the doctor to get my nose checked out and he gave me some drugs to get
rid of a sinus infection. So I got my drugs and I started taking them and
everything seemed to be fine until at the end of the first night, I woke up with
my crotch a blazing it was hot and superitchy. Now anyone with any medical
knowledge at all knows that this is a common reaction to Penicillin allergy, but
I don't have any medical knowledge. so I thought I had crabs or any other STD. I
immediately thought of how I could have caught such a thing? Actually I was
thinking of a way that I could get this taken care of without my roommate or
friends finding out about it. I decided to go back to sleep and hope it went
away. When I got up a few hours later, I noticed that the redness and the
itchiness had spread to the rest of my body. I take another pill and go to work.
Like I said I have no medical
knowledge. When I get to work I
mentioned what has happened, minus the part about crabs. They immediately come
to the realization that I need to stop taking the Penicillin, get an
Antihistamine and call my doctor. Well I do what they say and get some Clariton
and call my doctor and I stop taking the drugs. In an ironic turn of events, the
Clariton cost me 3 dollars more then the Penicillin that caused this shit
anyway. But at least i don't have crabs.
After a long absence, the blog returns
with a new entry and old entries we couldn't show you earlier.
So I know that it has been missed, and now
the blog has finally returned. I was prevented to post many entries because,
like i figured was going to happen eventually, the blog has become too large.
Some of the entries that were going to be published, had information that some
of my readers would not enjoy. If you want details, ask me. But It's back,
rejoice!
First things first, there is no chicken in
this story. So it seems like the same that happened last night as it did before.
I don't know how it happens though, first to the Kirkland Pub. I don't know if
it is that I haven't been there in a while, but I didn't know anyone there.
Also, I got carded. that hadn't happened in a while. So it was off to Tiki Joes!
Again, Erin used Oliver's card and he again was Holla-ver. Mercado plaid
Ice/Crack basketball. Throwing ice out the window trying to get it into some
chicks crack. It's for 12 year olds. Some Married woman was hitting on me.
Amanda oh sorry that's right Aman-DUH! decided to "accidently" spill beer on
Erin's boyfriend because he was making out with some other chick. Oh don't worry
she still made out with him later on. I got free beer.
So in the course of the evening, Oliver is
now named Holla-ver because Erin spelt it wrong when she signed for his credit
card at the Bar. He will challenge that in the morning, that will be a free
evening later. Wait, how does someone think his name is Holla-ver? I don't know.
Also I will be for ever known as Beef. Yeah, I'm what's for dinner. I don't know
how that happened but apparently that's my name
now. But, the most important part
of the night is that there will be a GIRL FIGHT! I hear they are popular in the
"Hip-Hop community". Yes Lisa will beat down Disereé because Oliver,
sorry, Holla-ver, was Holla-ring at her. (oh i made that up and I am laughing so
hard right now) don't worry I got the video. Alright there is no
fight. Oh I almost forgot, we got
free bottled water!
After falling into a Sith induced
depression, I was looking forward to the upbeat "drama" of the OC. I was greatly
disappointed to have not a single laugh, alright one, about Oliver, through the
entire hour of what seemed like the opposite of Halmark card. So rather then
kill myself, I decided that only way I would be able to recover was to release
the mustache. So now i sit, beard trimmed short (got to wait until the shower
tomorrow for the clean shave) and sporting what i believe is the greatest piece
of facial hair outside of whatever was on Samual L. Jackson's face in the Shaft
remake. I go to say, I have heard
many people saying an outfit or a hair cut makes you look ten years younger,
well this right here is the equivalent of a fake ID. I instantly turned 34.
right there. I think I need to start a family. Actually, I should probably
already have one. So while I plan the Family summer vacation to Yosemite, I will
hopefully get a picture posted soon. Oh and be on the look out, in what might be
the funniest/stupidest thing I could think of, The 'stache is going out on the
town tomorrow night.
I have decided that it's that time in my life where
i need to achieve the ultimate sign of manhood. Yes, grow a mustache. This
seemed like a good way to focus my lazy energy and have a response when people
ask why I am not shaving. The first thing i had to do was get a trainer, one
shouldn't grow a mustache without supervision. So I enlisted a gentleman named
Bill Hoppe to be my mentor. Bill has a mustache or other form of Facial hair on
and off since 1973. He seemed like a natural choice. He said I should start with
the beard and then, when it's ready, release the mustache on it's own. so that's
where I am. It's been three weeks and I have the beard going strong. It's
important at this stage to keep the neck clean and shaved, this distinguishes
you as some growing a beard, as opposed to a homeless person. This is also a
good time to work on your stroke. Bill is showing me some techniques.
So if you know me then you know that I LOVE The
Maltby Cafe. I preach the Maltby like it's the gospel. So when a friend
mentioned that the Brown Bag Cafe is the Best Breakfast in the city I Had to
see. So this place is less then a mile from my apartment and so I was kind of
hoping that it would be great so i could go
often. I went and in order to make my
comparison accurate I ordered an omelet, it's what I get at the Maltby. So after
eating her it goes: After eating at both
places, I got to say it wasn't really a competition. The Maltby was way better.
Omelet was fluffier. the Toast was tastier. and the potatoes, the "hash browns"
were not even the best hash browns I had let alone a competition for the amazing
Red Potatoes. The only things that were better was the waiting for the table.
only about 20 minutes on a busy Sunday. This time was passed on to the Table
waiting for the food. though in and out was a much quicker time.
So if you need my opinion, go to Maltby, it
may be in the middle of nowhere, and it may take an hour to get a seat, but when
you get the food, oh yeah. OH and Cinnamon
Rolls!
So i was at work dealing with the normal Saturday
crowd of people (I don't want to talk about it) and i was ringing people up and
answering phones I had just rang up a couple of.. oh I don't even fucking
remember.. while listening to the Phone ring off the hook. so when i was done
with the sale I grabbed that phone while signaling to the next person in line to
wait a bit, you know that one finger in the air. (not that finger asshole) and I
am answering a question on the phone (again, i don't know what it was about).
Another colleague, runs around to take over the sale (I didn't care, it wasn't
much) but I was surprised by the speed in which the person ran to help the
customer. I thought nothing of it until I took another look at the customer, It
was Ichiro. Yep, I shunned Ichiro. Apparently, 262 hits in a season may get you
in the record books, but it doesn't get you good service from Jason
Wakefield.