There are times when you read posts that for whatever reason make you give pause to the things in your life that you do over and over and over without really thinking about it...
For Alex it's his cigarettes. For me...it would have to be chewing pens...I have been chewing pens since, at the earliest I can remember, seventh grade. It's my vice.
It's mine.
If you don't like it, don't pick a pen up off of my desk...
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Monday, September 29, 2003
I have a date Wednesday night.
And it's not with Kik'e.
Now before you get your panties in a twist and wonder what happened between me and Kik'e the answer is nothing has happened and things are totally copacetic. We are still dating (or at least I call it dating) but we haven't solidified anything or declared ourselves as exclusively dating each other. (Nor have we had sex yet but that's another story altogether.) Kik'e and I have had about four or five dates so far and they've been spaced out to be every couple of weeks. We do talk on the phone quite regularly and email each other often so it's not like we're totally out of touch with each other. However, until he states that he wants to take it farther along then there's nothing I can really do. He knows I like him but he also wants to take it slow so I have to play by his rules.
Then there's this new guy -- Chad. The main thing that could give me problems with Chad is that he is six years younger than me and I have never dated a man that was significantly younger than me. On his actor's bio (yes, he's an actor), he says he can play ages 18-25. I already feel like I'm robbing the cradle as it is...on the plus side though, he's slightly taller than me and about the same weight...and he's pretty damn cute too.
We're planning on going to a screening of The Event -- a movie certain to make me cry and have him run screaming away from me as if I had a bad outbreak of the mumps. Of course there will be dinner as well so at least my eyes won't be as puffy under dim lights should I take him to McHales.
So we shall see what happens. He's a nice guy (must refrain from calling him a kid) and I don't know where it will go but hey...it's a date so no complaints from me.
And it's not with Kik'e.
Now before you get your panties in a twist and wonder what happened between me and Kik'e the answer is nothing has happened and things are totally copacetic. We are still dating (or at least I call it dating) but we haven't solidified anything or declared ourselves as exclusively dating each other. (Nor have we had sex yet but that's another story altogether.) Kik'e and I have had about four or five dates so far and they've been spaced out to be every couple of weeks. We do talk on the phone quite regularly and email each other often so it's not like we're totally out of touch with each other. However, until he states that he wants to take it farther along then there's nothing I can really do. He knows I like him but he also wants to take it slow so I have to play by his rules.
Then there's this new guy -- Chad. The main thing that could give me problems with Chad is that he is six years younger than me and I have never dated a man that was significantly younger than me. On his actor's bio (yes, he's an actor), he says he can play ages 18-25. I already feel like I'm robbing the cradle as it is...on the plus side though, he's slightly taller than me and about the same weight...and he's pretty damn cute too.
We're planning on going to a screening of The Event -- a movie certain to make me cry and have him run screaming away from me as if I had a bad outbreak of the mumps. Of course there will be dinner as well so at least my eyes won't be as puffy under dim lights should I take him to McHales.
So we shall see what happens. He's a nice guy (must refrain from calling him a kid) and I don't know where it will go but hey...it's a date so no complaints from me.
Okay, I did see Cafeteria Chef today at lunch. Apparently he got pretty toasted over the weekend but he had warned me that it would probably happen. We talked a little about respective weekends and then there was really nothing for us to talk about that could have reasonably kept me in the cafeteria line to talk to him so I had to shove off...
Someone please explain why this song refrain is running through my head...
I got this really great gun-
Shit, where is it?
No, it's really great-
Wait-
Shit, where is it?
Anyway
It's just a .38-
But-
It's a gun.
You can make a statement-
Wrong-
With a gun-
Even if you fail.
It telss 'em who you are
Where you stand.
This one was on sale.
It- no not the shoe-
Well, actually the shoe was, too.
No, that's not it-
Shit, I had it here-
Got it!
Yeah! There it is! And-
All you have to do
Is crook your little finger,
Hook your little finger 'round-
Shit, I shot it...
- You can change the world.
I got this really great gun-
Shit, where is it?
No, it's really great-
Wait-
Shit, where is it?
Anyway
It's just a .38-
But-
It's a gun.
You can make a statement-
Wrong-
With a gun-
Even if you fail.
It telss 'em who you are
Where you stand.
This one was on sale.
It- no not the shoe-
Well, actually the shoe was, too.
No, that's not it-
Shit, I had it here-
Got it!
Yeah! There it is! And-
All you have to do
Is crook your little finger,
Hook your little finger 'round-
Shit, I shot it...
- You can change the world.
Quote of the Day
Some of you may discover a wonderful vocation you never even imagined. Others may find out that life isn't fair... in spite of your Masters from Bryn Mawr, you might end up a glorified babysitter to a bunch of dead-eyed fourth-graders while your husband runs naked on a beach with your marriage counselor! -- Edna Krabapel
Some of you may discover a wonderful vocation you never even imagined. Others may find out that life isn't fair... in spite of your Masters from Bryn Mawr, you might end up a glorified babysitter to a bunch of dead-eyed fourth-graders while your husband runs naked on a beach with your marriage counselor! -- Edna Krabapel
Friday, September 26, 2003
I have such a crush on one of the guys who is a chef in our cafeteria. I can't explain how or why but he's one of those men who just have those deep smoldering, dark eyes to go with his great tan. I can just pass him in the cafeteria and he looks at me and smiles and I turn into a puddle of nothing. In my fantasy, he's secretly bisexual and wants to bend me over a crate of oranges...and well you can figure out the rest...
Holy shit.
Guess Kazaa will be buzzing for people to download his songs. My favorite Robert Palmer-related moment has to be the Geena Davis Saturday Night Live skit where she was one of his mini-skirted back-up dancers from the "Simply Irresistible" video but she wasn't sashaying to a different beat/rhythm/whatever to her counterparts and they had to do shock therapy on her...
Those were the days...
Guess Kazaa will be buzzing for people to download his songs. My favorite Robert Palmer-related moment has to be the Geena Davis Saturday Night Live skit where she was one of his mini-skirted back-up dancers from the "Simply Irresistible" video but she wasn't sashaying to a different beat/rhythm/whatever to her counterparts and they had to do shock therapy on her...
Those were the days...
Thursday, September 25, 2003
I don't have nearly enough people in my Friendster profile. That just seems wrong.
Come on let's be friends...so what if I am making a mockery of the Friendster system with my "friends" Liesl, Maria, and Captain von Trapp. I'm working on bringing Anita, Maria, Tony, the Sharks, and the Jets to a better peace. And let's not even start of my friends, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, and Ten....
Come on let's be friends...so what if I am making a mockery of the Friendster system with my "friends" Liesl, Maria, and Captain von Trapp. I'm working on bringing Anita, Maria, Tony, the Sharks, and the Jets to a better peace. And let's not even start of my friends, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, and Ten....
I had never seen this before but someone told me that they had seen it and well...I guess I am behind the times...
1) Go to Google.
2) Type in weapons of mass destruction as your search.
3) Click "I'm feeling lucky."
4) Review results and laugh with me...
1) Go to Google.
2) Type in weapons of mass destruction as your search.
3) Click "I'm feeling lucky."
4) Review results and laugh with me...
Although I am pleased with the outcome I can't understand the justifications behind why they decided as they did.
Lack of adequate council...okay I buy that.
Not being caught in the act...okay...sure...if they want to believe that under some interpretations of Shariah a baby can gestate for FIVE YEARS then sure...medically I doubt it's possible but okay...
Not given enough time to understand the charges against her? WHAT?
Only one judge instead of three at the first trial? WHAT? If that was the case then why was her first appeal denied?
The man who got her pregnant just said he didn't do it and got off...although DNA testing would prove it of course...
Sigh...I mean...if all of this was the case at her first appeal then why did we have to go through so much to get to this point? Nothing changed...but voila! She's now free to go.
I'm happy she will live and the baby will have a mother (even if she may be an outcast in her village) but I just don't get the rationale used...
Lack of adequate council...okay I buy that.
Not being caught in the act...okay...sure...if they want to believe that under some interpretations of Shariah a baby can gestate for FIVE YEARS then sure...medically I doubt it's possible but okay...
Not given enough time to understand the charges against her? WHAT?
Only one judge instead of three at the first trial? WHAT? If that was the case then why was her first appeal denied?
The man who got her pregnant just said he didn't do it and got off...although DNA testing would prove it of course...
Sigh...I mean...if all of this was the case at her first appeal then why did we have to go through so much to get to this point? Nothing changed...but voila! She's now free to go.
I'm happy she will live and the baby will have a mother (even if she may be an outcast in her village) but I just don't get the rationale used...
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Yesterday before practice I had to go to the doctor to pick up a written referral for the chiropractor. He called me back to his office and when I got back there he asked me how much pain I was in as I had, apparently, grimaced when I stood up.
I started to say that it wasn't pain as much as it was discomfort and he shut me down telling me not to fool around with him and to admit how much pain I was in at the time. I finally admitted that yes, my knees still hurt and legs were in pain as well (granted not as much as before but still in pain) and he said that I should stop playing for the rest of the season. I have rested, iced, compressed, and elevated (the RICE method) for weeks if not months and it's not paying off so I should take the season off. I balked at doing that he laid down the facts for me. I have played rugby twice a week and sometimes three or four times a week since February and my body was reaching a point where it couldn't take the punishment.
"How many practices have you missed this year?" my doctor asked.
"Three or four?" I ventured.
"How many times a week do you work out?"
"Four or five," I said.
"You're burning out and you need to stop," he finally said. We went through all of the stuff that I have been going through from knees to legs to this to that and basically he laid down the law that I have been injured for some time and have been playing injured for just as long. Unless I wanted to risk certain major injury and the serious potential for surgery then I would stop playing for the rest of the season and focus on getting better and stronger for the following season.
Now this is why I like my doctor. He always says that the choice is up to me when it comes to my health. I can do what he says and reap the benefits of it or I can ignore him and face the consequences. He never forces me in one direction but he trusts that I will make the right choice since he's told me my options. At practice last night I broke the news to the coaches, one of which was upset since I had said I was healthy to play last week and that's why he put me into the match. I don't think they were happy with what I had to say but when faced with the possibility of getting seriously injured because I'm playing injured (and have been since about...late May or June) then I need to stop.
On the positive though, I can still do workouts at the gym to get my legs stronger. If there is pain I am to stop and not continue with the exercise. Of course he doesn't want me playing butch macho man and telling myself I can handle the pain when I can't either. As for practices, I can attend and do things that won't cause me to have to run or have major impact on my legs which limits me to lineouts and scrums. Taking a tackle, he says, is out of the question.
So that's my life in a nutshell. My season is over and I'm not thrilled about it but doing what I can to make it better than what it could have been...
I started to say that it wasn't pain as much as it was discomfort and he shut me down telling me not to fool around with him and to admit how much pain I was in at the time. I finally admitted that yes, my knees still hurt and legs were in pain as well (granted not as much as before but still in pain) and he said that I should stop playing for the rest of the season. I have rested, iced, compressed, and elevated (the RICE method) for weeks if not months and it's not paying off so I should take the season off. I balked at doing that he laid down the facts for me. I have played rugby twice a week and sometimes three or four times a week since February and my body was reaching a point where it couldn't take the punishment.
"How many practices have you missed this year?" my doctor asked.
"Three or four?" I ventured.
"How many times a week do you work out?"
"Four or five," I said.
"You're burning out and you need to stop," he finally said. We went through all of the stuff that I have been going through from knees to legs to this to that and basically he laid down the law that I have been injured for some time and have been playing injured for just as long. Unless I wanted to risk certain major injury and the serious potential for surgery then I would stop playing for the rest of the season and focus on getting better and stronger for the following season.
Now this is why I like my doctor. He always says that the choice is up to me when it comes to my health. I can do what he says and reap the benefits of it or I can ignore him and face the consequences. He never forces me in one direction but he trusts that I will make the right choice since he's told me my options. At practice last night I broke the news to the coaches, one of which was upset since I had said I was healthy to play last week and that's why he put me into the match. I don't think they were happy with what I had to say but when faced with the possibility of getting seriously injured because I'm playing injured (and have been since about...late May or June) then I need to stop.
On the positive though, I can still do workouts at the gym to get my legs stronger. If there is pain I am to stop and not continue with the exercise. Of course he doesn't want me playing butch macho man and telling myself I can handle the pain when I can't either. As for practices, I can attend and do things that won't cause me to have to run or have major impact on my legs which limits me to lineouts and scrums. Taking a tackle, he says, is out of the question.
So that's my life in a nutshell. My season is over and I'm not thrilled about it but doing what I can to make it better than what it could have been...
More on this later today but...
Quote of the Day
Brian, if you keep playing the rest of this season and you don't give your body time to rest then we're going to be sending you to the operating room for some orthoscopic surgery and you don't need or want that right now. I can't force you to do it, but I'm trusting you'll make the right decision. -- My doctor effectively putting an end to my rugby season.
Quote of the Day
Brian, if you keep playing the rest of this season and you don't give your body time to rest then we're going to be sending you to the operating room for some orthoscopic surgery and you don't need or want that right now. I can't force you to do it, but I'm trusting you'll make the right decision. -- My doctor effectively putting an end to my rugby season.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Okay here is what's up....I don't know if I will be physically able to finish playing this rugby season. I have way more aches and pains as each week passes and it's getting harder and harder to go out and play full out when I'm not 100% to begin with and I feel I am pushing myself to continue in something where I may risk serious injury because I'm not 100% capable of competing at my highest level.
It's frustrating to realize this and even more so to accept the fact that I might not be able to finish what I've started this year. Then again, I do have to realize that even with the short three week break we had earlier this year, I've been playing about twice a week (if not three times) since February of this year and it's starting to take a toll on me. My body needs to be able to recuperate and I haven't been giving it the time to do so...
It's a tough position to be in since many people on the team know that it will take an act of God to get me to pull myself out of a practice when I'm hurt and pretty much I've had to be forced out of a drill but now I'm coming to the conclusion that I may be done for the year and should focus on 2004....
It's frustrating to realize this and even more so to accept the fact that I might not be able to finish what I've started this year. Then again, I do have to realize that even with the short three week break we had earlier this year, I've been playing about twice a week (if not three times) since February of this year and it's starting to take a toll on me. My body needs to be able to recuperate and I haven't been giving it the time to do so...
It's a tough position to be in since many people on the team know that it will take an act of God to get me to pull myself out of a practice when I'm hurt and pretty much I've had to be forced out of a drill but now I'm coming to the conclusion that I may be done for the year and should focus on 2004....
Monday, September 22, 2003
SAVE BURNT SIENA!
Okay so I know that the poll is already over....but dammit Burnt Siena needs to be saved. Where were the campaigns for this highly critical vote? Aren't there enough blues that we can get by without two of them...magic mint...never used it...mulberry...who eats them? Do they even exist....but burnt siena...that is a classic color (name and all) that should remain with our children forever. Just think what life would be like without a periwinkle crayon...I shudder to think about it...
Okay so I know that the poll is already over....but dammit Burnt Siena needs to be saved. Where were the campaigns for this highly critical vote? Aren't there enough blues that we can get by without two of them...magic mint...never used it...mulberry...who eats them? Do they even exist....but burnt siena...that is a classic color (name and all) that should remain with our children forever. Just think what life would be like without a periwinkle crayon...I shudder to think about it...
Quotes of the Day
Taken from last night's Emmy Awards....
They take an ugly-ass person and in an hour they’re beautiful. Isn’t that what a 12-pack used to do? -- Comedian George Lopez on the reality show Extreme Makeover
If he stinks, you can’t go to the future and send someone back to stop him. -- Jon Stewart to Californians on Arnold Schwarzeneggar's bid to become governor.
I’m the Lopez you’re not sick of. -- George Lopez yet again.
I'm a wreck! -- Debra Messing upon winning for Best Actress in a Comedy Series.
Thank you, Geraldo, for keeping the poop out of America's pants. --Jon Stewart, reacting to a clip of "reporter" Geraldo Rivera boasting about how his exploits might have soiled the trousers of lesser TV hacks
I want to say to CBS: He's worth every nickel. -- Garry Shandling after his kiss with Brad Garrett
Mr. Cosby, Ray Romano is presenting you with your award. What, Nipsey Russell wasn't available? -- Emmy co-host Wanda Sykes during one of her many appearances. Personally I would have done the electric slide with her...
Taken from last night's Emmy Awards....
They take an ugly-ass person and in an hour they’re beautiful. Isn’t that what a 12-pack used to do? -- Comedian George Lopez on the reality show Extreme Makeover
If he stinks, you can’t go to the future and send someone back to stop him. -- Jon Stewart to Californians on Arnold Schwarzeneggar's bid to become governor.
I’m the Lopez you’re not sick of. -- George Lopez yet again.
I'm a wreck! -- Debra Messing upon winning for Best Actress in a Comedy Series.
Thank you, Geraldo, for keeping the poop out of America's pants. --Jon Stewart, reacting to a clip of "reporter" Geraldo Rivera boasting about how his exploits might have soiled the trousers of lesser TV hacks
I want to say to CBS: He's worth every nickel. -- Garry Shandling after his kiss with Brad Garrett
Mr. Cosby, Ray Romano is presenting you with your award. What, Nipsey Russell wasn't available? -- Emmy co-host Wanda Sykes during one of her many appearances. Personally I would have done the electric slide with her...
Friday, September 19, 2003
Because I don't publish enough cultural material on my blog, I found this poem highly moving and thought I would share.
MAKE THE PIE HIGHER
by George W. Bush
I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!
MAKE THE PIE HIGHER
by George W. Bush
I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope, where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!
Thursday, September 18, 2003
First and foremost my thanks to Aaron (aka 601am), Rob, MAK, a lot of other people for their fond birthday wishes yesterday.
So now onto the fun of the San Gennaro festival! I met up with some of the rugby guys (who promptly bought me a large pina colada) and proceeded to cruise and carouse. We found plenty of young cute guys for Crash to ogle. I pointed out one that had to be about three and claimed that was the perfect guy for him. At least he smiled when I said it. However, for me, it was all about the hot Guidos in their wife beaters selling their wares. Oddly enough (well maybe not so odd) Crash and I have wildly divergent tastes in men but we did agree on two guys that we would have immediately done.
About midway down the long end of the street (we entered at Spring and Mulberry) I needed food and proceeded to buy a sausage and peppers sandwich on the stalest of bread. I ultimately gave up on the bread and just ate the sausage and peppers and opted to go get some zeppoles for my friends to share. For the record, zeppoles are like beignets -- sweet dough deep fried and covered in powdered sugar. But the best part of all was the conversation I had with the drunk woman behind the counter who sounded like she had smoked three packs a day for the last thirty years, had a thick Brooklyn Italian accent, had so much of her roots showing she could have been a skunk, should have been wearing a bra, and had the gap tooth thing going to....
Zeppole Woman: Are you a corrections officer? (Mind you, I'm 6'0, 225, and have a shaved head.)
646Guy: Um no.
ZW: Are you one of those Nassau County police officers?
646Guy: Um no.
ZW: Well what the hell are you?
646Guy: A rugby player?
ZW: Bah! Rugby player. (starts shoving zeppoles in the bag) Are you Irish?
646Guy: Well, Irish, German, Dutch, and...
ZW: I'm Irish, too. (starts shaking the bag after she put in the powdered sugar which sends a cloud of sugar into the air and on me) Oh, I'm sorry honey. Here let me get that (starts rubbing my head). I"m a little drunk.
646Guy: Oh, that's okay.
ZW: And I put three extra in there because you're so cute.
646Guy: Um...okay. Thanks. Have a nice evening.
We then plunged back into the fray and struggled though some of the more crowded areas (of which some people just decided to stop in front of us quite often) but then I saw him and I melted. It was this cop that I likened to porn star (if he can qualify for "star" status) Hank Hightower. You can tell he had the buzzed hair, he definitely had the goatee, the furry chest, and he was sucking on a stogie and I melted. If I could have gone over and propositioned him (maybe I should have been really drunk for that) and gotten away with it (or gotten something out of it) I would have but passing him at least three times (he was working one of those intersections where the festival extended onto a side street) he got hotter and hotter each time.
As we neared the end of the street, Crash commented that for all that festival entailed it was just a simple street fair since nothing really said San Gennaro about it. Of course, at this point, we happened upon the church that houses the shrine to San Gennaro where we bought rosaries (see, Crash, the Hail Mary is on the rosary) and toured through the church. We ultimately made our way back up the street and to the other end of the street fair where we both agreed on one Guido in his wife beater as being totally hot and that I would have to knee cap Crash in order to have him to myself.
I did get my annual henna tattoo at the street fair, this time a dragon instead of a spiral and it looked great when he did it but I didn't let it sit long enough so it's not as dark as last year's creation but it is symbolic of my rugby team so that makes me happy.
So that was my birthday....the countdown to the 30th birthday bash (and it will be a bash -- bring a friend) is on! Start saving for a really nice gift....
So now onto the fun of the San Gennaro festival! I met up with some of the rugby guys (who promptly bought me a large pina colada) and proceeded to cruise and carouse. We found plenty of young cute guys for Crash to ogle. I pointed out one that had to be about three and claimed that was the perfect guy for him. At least he smiled when I said it. However, for me, it was all about the hot Guidos in their wife beaters selling their wares. Oddly enough (well maybe not so odd) Crash and I have wildly divergent tastes in men but we did agree on two guys that we would have immediately done.
About midway down the long end of the street (we entered at Spring and Mulberry) I needed food and proceeded to buy a sausage and peppers sandwich on the stalest of bread. I ultimately gave up on the bread and just ate the sausage and peppers and opted to go get some zeppoles for my friends to share. For the record, zeppoles are like beignets -- sweet dough deep fried and covered in powdered sugar. But the best part of all was the conversation I had with the drunk woman behind the counter who sounded like she had smoked three packs a day for the last thirty years, had a thick Brooklyn Italian accent, had so much of her roots showing she could have been a skunk, should have been wearing a bra, and had the gap tooth thing going to....
Zeppole Woman: Are you a corrections officer? (Mind you, I'm 6'0, 225, and have a shaved head.)
646Guy: Um no.
ZW: Are you one of those Nassau County police officers?
646Guy: Um no.
ZW: Well what the hell are you?
646Guy: A rugby player?
ZW: Bah! Rugby player. (starts shoving zeppoles in the bag) Are you Irish?
646Guy: Well, Irish, German, Dutch, and...
ZW: I'm Irish, too. (starts shaking the bag after she put in the powdered sugar which sends a cloud of sugar into the air and on me) Oh, I'm sorry honey. Here let me get that (starts rubbing my head). I"m a little drunk.
646Guy: Oh, that's okay.
ZW: And I put three extra in there because you're so cute.
646Guy: Um...okay. Thanks. Have a nice evening.
We then plunged back into the fray and struggled though some of the more crowded areas (of which some people just decided to stop in front of us quite often) but then I saw him and I melted. It was this cop that I likened to porn star (if he can qualify for "star" status) Hank Hightower. You can tell he had the buzzed hair, he definitely had the goatee, the furry chest, and he was sucking on a stogie and I melted. If I could have gone over and propositioned him (maybe I should have been really drunk for that) and gotten away with it (or gotten something out of it) I would have but passing him at least three times (he was working one of those intersections where the festival extended onto a side street) he got hotter and hotter each time.
As we neared the end of the street, Crash commented that for all that festival entailed it was just a simple street fair since nothing really said San Gennaro about it. Of course, at this point, we happened upon the church that houses the shrine to San Gennaro where we bought rosaries (see, Crash, the Hail Mary is on the rosary) and toured through the church. We ultimately made our way back up the street and to the other end of the street fair where we both agreed on one Guido in his wife beater as being totally hot and that I would have to knee cap Crash in order to have him to myself.
I did get my annual henna tattoo at the street fair, this time a dragon instead of a spiral and it looked great when he did it but I didn't let it sit long enough so it's not as dark as last year's creation but it is symbolic of my rugby team so that makes me happy.
So that was my birthday....the countdown to the 30th birthday bash (and it will be a bash -- bring a friend) is on! Start saving for a really nice gift....
I promise to get to my night of fun at the San Gennaro festival (hot hunky cops galore!) but via Mr. Palochi I present my alcohoroscope....
VIRGO
Drinking style:
Cerebral Virgos are compelled to impose order onto their bender. Their
famously fussy quest for purity could lead to drinking less than other signs,
sure -- but it could also lead to drinking booze neat, to sucking down
organic wine or just to brand loyalty. They rarely get fully shellacked --
but, oh, when they do! Virgo's controlled by the intellect, but there's an
unbridled beast lurking within, and they let it loose when walloped. It's
dead sexy (and surprisingly unsloppy). As one Virgo friend used to
declare, "I'm going to drink myself into a low level of intelligence
tonight." A toast to the subgenius IQ!
Trademark cocktails:
Many Virgos prefer clear, simple, untreacly drinks like vodka tonic or a real
margarita, though you'll find 'em drinking anything -- from unflinchingly
downing Cuervo straight to smirkingly ordering a dirty virgin. They also tend
to like bitter, low-alk guzzles like Campari and soda. They rarely change
their drink once they've found it, however.
Drinking buddies:
Cameron Diaz, Hugh Grant, Christopher Isherwood, Michael Jackson, Freddie
Mercury, Carrie-Anne Moss, Dorothy Parker, Ryan Philippe, Keanu Reeves, Lily
Tomlin
My thoughts: 1) I can be a sloppy drunk but that is very rare. 2) I do tend to stick to one main drink -- Long Island Iced Tea. 3) Cuervo -- yum!
VIRGO
Drinking style:
Cerebral Virgos are compelled to impose order onto their bender. Their
famously fussy quest for purity could lead to drinking less than other signs,
sure -- but it could also lead to drinking booze neat, to sucking down
organic wine or just to brand loyalty. They rarely get fully shellacked --
but, oh, when they do! Virgo's controlled by the intellect, but there's an
unbridled beast lurking within, and they let it loose when walloped. It's
dead sexy (and surprisingly unsloppy). As one Virgo friend used to
declare, "I'm going to drink myself into a low level of intelligence
tonight." A toast to the subgenius IQ!
Trademark cocktails:
Many Virgos prefer clear, simple, untreacly drinks like vodka tonic or a real
margarita, though you'll find 'em drinking anything -- from unflinchingly
downing Cuervo straight to smirkingly ordering a dirty virgin. They also tend
to like bitter, low-alk guzzles like Campari and soda. They rarely change
their drink once they've found it, however.
Drinking buddies:
Cameron Diaz, Hugh Grant, Christopher Isherwood, Michael Jackson, Freddie
Mercury, Carrie-Anne Moss, Dorothy Parker, Ryan Philippe, Keanu Reeves, Lily
Tomlin
My thoughts: 1) I can be a sloppy drunk but that is very rare. 2) I do tend to stick to one main drink -- Long Island Iced Tea. 3) Cuervo -- yum!
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
People I share a birthday with....
John Ritter -- 9/17/1948
Hank Williams -- 9/17/1923
Cassandra "Elvira" Peterson -- 9/17/1951
Dorothy Loudon -- 9/17/1933
Anne Bancroft -- 9/17/1931
Roddy McDowall -- 9/17/1928
Justice David Souter -- 9/17/1939
Mark Brunell (quarterback of the Jacksonville Jaguars) -- 9/17/1970
Former Chief Justice Warren Burger -- 9/17/1907
Kevin Clash (the voice of Elmo) -- 9/17/1960
Ken Kesey (author of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Next -- 9/17/1935
King Charles III of France -- 9/17/879 (yes that's the year 879)
Pope Paul V -- 9/17/1552
Events that have taken place on my birthday....
1394 -- Jews are expelled from France by order of King Charles VI
1630 -- City of Boston forms
1776 -- Presidio of SF forms as a Spanish fort
1787 -- US constitution adopted by Philadelphia convention
1789 -- William Herschel discovers Mimas, satellite of Saturn
1819 -- 1st whaling ship arrives in Hawaii
1861 -- 1st day school for freedmen forms at Fortress Monroe Virginia
1862 -- Battle of Sharpsburg (Antietam)-bloodiest day of the Civil War
1863 -- Pope Pius IX encyclical On persecution in New Grenada
1873 -- 19 students attend opening class at Ohio State University
1908 -- Thomas Selfridge becomes 1st fatality of powered flight
1911 -- 1st transcontinental airplane flight, NY-Pasadena in 82 hrs 4 min
1920 -- National Football League organized in Canton Ohio
1922 -- Radio Moscow begins transmitting (12 KWs-most powerful station)
1927 -- Charles Lindbergh visits San Francisco
1928 -- Hurricane hits Lake Okeechobee Florida drowning 1,800-2500
1928 -- Pitcher Ray Boggs hits 3 batters in 1 inning
1934 -- 1st 33 1/3 rpm recording released (Beethoven's 5th)
1937 -- 1st NFL game in Washington, DC; Redskins beat NY Giants 13-3
1939 -- Soviet Union invades Poland during WW II
1943 -- Load of "ammunition in transit" explodes at Norfolk Naval Air Station
1947 -- James Forrestal sworn in as 1st US secretary of defense
1949 -- Steamer "Noronic" burns at pier killing 128 (Toronto Canada)
1950 -- San Francisco 49ers (formerly AAFC) play 1st NFL game, lose 21-17
1952 -- "I am an American Day" & "Constituion Day" renamed "Citizenship Day"
1953 -- 1st successful separation of Siamese twins
1953 -- Ernie Banks becomes Chicago Cubs 1st black player
1954 -- Heavyweight champ Rocky Marciano KOs Ezzard Charles in 8
1956 -- Black students enter Clay Ky elementary school
1956 -- Yanks clinch pennant #22 on Mantle's 50th homer of the year
1957 -- Scott Crossfield takes X-15 up for 1st powered flight
1957 -- 2 male attorneys "stand in" as actress Sophia Loren & producer Carlo Ponti wed by proxy in Juarez, Mexico
1959 -- Transit 1A, 1st navigational satellite launched; failed to orbit
1959 -- Typhoon kills 2,000 in Japan & Korea
1961 -- Minnesota Vikings' 1st NFL game (beat Chicago Bears 37-13)
1962 -- US space officials announce selection of 9 new astronauts
1963 -- "The Fugitive" premiers on ABC TV
1963 -- Train struck makeshift bus full of migrant workers, killing 32
1964 -- "Bewitched" premiers on ABC TV
1964 -- Beatles are paid a then record $150,000 for a concert (Kansas)
1964 -- Mickey Mantle gets hits #1999, 2000 & 2001
1964 -- Supremes release "Baby Love"
1967 -- "Mission Impossible" premieres on CBS-TV
1967 -- Mount Washington cog railway train derails, kills 8 (NH)
1967 -- New Orleans Saints 1st NFL game, they lose to LA Rams 27-13
1968 -- Gaylord Perry (Giants) no-hits St Louis Cardinals, 1-0
1968 -- Zond 5 completes circumnavigation of the Moon
1972 -- "M*A*S*H," premiers on TV
1972 -- BART begins passenger service in SF
1974 -- Courageous (US) beats Southern Cross (Aust) in 23rd America's Cup
1975 -- Rollout of 1st space shuttle orbiter Enterprise (OV-101)
1976 -- NASA publicly unveils space shuttle Enterprise in Palmdale, Calif
1976 -- Ringo releases "Ringo's Rotogravure" album
1977 -- Dave Kingman hits his 1st Yankee homer, Reggie hits 2 more
1978 -- Begin, Sadat & Carter sign the Camp David accord
1978 -- Red Sox finally beat Yanks in Sept, 1978 7-3
1980 -- Solidarity labor union in Poland forms
1982 -- NJ Devils 1st exhibition game, beating the Caps 3-1 in Hershey Pa
1983 -- Vanessa Williams of NY became 1st black Miss America
1984 -- Brian Mulroney sworn in as Canada's 18th PM succeeding John Turner
1984 -- Met's Dwight Goodin becomes 2nd to strikeout 32 over 2 cons games
1985 -- Soyuz T-14 carries 3 cosmonauts to Salyut 7 space station
1986 -- Marina Stepanova of USSR sets the 400m hurdle woman's record (52.94)
1986 -- US Senate confirms William Rehnquist as 16th chief justice
1987 -- Phila celebrates 200th anniversary of the Constitution
1988 -- Jeff Reardon becomes 1st to record 40 or more saves in both AL & NL
1989 -- Hurricane Hugo begins 4 day sweep through Caribbean, killing 62
1989 -- NYC court of appeals overturns lower court decision & returns America's Cup back to the US (from New Zealand)
1990 -- Newspaper Guild votes 242-35 to keep NY Post publishing
1990 -- Soviet Union & Saudi Arabia restore diplomatic ties
1991 -- North & South Korea joins the UN
John Ritter -- 9/17/1948
Hank Williams -- 9/17/1923
Cassandra "Elvira" Peterson -- 9/17/1951
Dorothy Loudon -- 9/17/1933
Anne Bancroft -- 9/17/1931
Roddy McDowall -- 9/17/1928
Justice David Souter -- 9/17/1939
Mark Brunell (quarterback of the Jacksonville Jaguars) -- 9/17/1970
Former Chief Justice Warren Burger -- 9/17/1907
Kevin Clash (the voice of Elmo) -- 9/17/1960
Ken Kesey (author of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Next -- 9/17/1935
King Charles III of France -- 9/17/879 (yes that's the year 879)
Pope Paul V -- 9/17/1552
Events that have taken place on my birthday....
1394 -- Jews are expelled from France by order of King Charles VI
1630 -- City of Boston forms
1776 -- Presidio of SF forms as a Spanish fort
1787 -- US constitution adopted by Philadelphia convention
1789 -- William Herschel discovers Mimas, satellite of Saturn
1819 -- 1st whaling ship arrives in Hawaii
1861 -- 1st day school for freedmen forms at Fortress Monroe Virginia
1862 -- Battle of Sharpsburg (Antietam)-bloodiest day of the Civil War
1863 -- Pope Pius IX encyclical On persecution in New Grenada
1873 -- 19 students attend opening class at Ohio State University
1908 -- Thomas Selfridge becomes 1st fatality of powered flight
1911 -- 1st transcontinental airplane flight, NY-Pasadena in 82 hrs 4 min
1920 -- National Football League organized in Canton Ohio
1922 -- Radio Moscow begins transmitting (12 KWs-most powerful station)
1927 -- Charles Lindbergh visits San Francisco
1928 -- Hurricane hits Lake Okeechobee Florida drowning 1,800-2500
1928 -- Pitcher Ray Boggs hits 3 batters in 1 inning
1934 -- 1st 33 1/3 rpm recording released (Beethoven's 5th)
1937 -- 1st NFL game in Washington, DC; Redskins beat NY Giants 13-3
1939 -- Soviet Union invades Poland during WW II
1943 -- Load of "ammunition in transit" explodes at Norfolk Naval Air Station
1947 -- James Forrestal sworn in as 1st US secretary of defense
1949 -- Steamer "Noronic" burns at pier killing 128 (Toronto Canada)
1950 -- San Francisco 49ers (formerly AAFC) play 1st NFL game, lose 21-17
1952 -- "I am an American Day" & "Constituion Day" renamed "Citizenship Day"
1953 -- 1st successful separation of Siamese twins
1953 -- Ernie Banks becomes Chicago Cubs 1st black player
1954 -- Heavyweight champ Rocky Marciano KOs Ezzard Charles in 8
1956 -- Black students enter Clay Ky elementary school
1956 -- Yanks clinch pennant #22 on Mantle's 50th homer of the year
1957 -- Scott Crossfield takes X-15 up for 1st powered flight
1957 -- 2 male attorneys "stand in" as actress Sophia Loren & producer Carlo Ponti wed by proxy in Juarez, Mexico
1959 -- Transit 1A, 1st navigational satellite launched; failed to orbit
1959 -- Typhoon kills 2,000 in Japan & Korea
1961 -- Minnesota Vikings' 1st NFL game (beat Chicago Bears 37-13)
1962 -- US space officials announce selection of 9 new astronauts
1963 -- "The Fugitive" premiers on ABC TV
1963 -- Train struck makeshift bus full of migrant workers, killing 32
1964 -- "Bewitched" premiers on ABC TV
1964 -- Beatles are paid a then record $150,000 for a concert (Kansas)
1964 -- Mickey Mantle gets hits #1999, 2000 & 2001
1964 -- Supremes release "Baby Love"
1967 -- "Mission Impossible" premieres on CBS-TV
1967 -- Mount Washington cog railway train derails, kills 8 (NH)
1967 -- New Orleans Saints 1st NFL game, they lose to LA Rams 27-13
1968 -- Gaylord Perry (Giants) no-hits St Louis Cardinals, 1-0
1968 -- Zond 5 completes circumnavigation of the Moon
1972 -- "M*A*S*H," premiers on TV
1972 -- BART begins passenger service in SF
1974 -- Courageous (US) beats Southern Cross (Aust) in 23rd America's Cup
1975 -- Rollout of 1st space shuttle orbiter Enterprise (OV-101)
1976 -- NASA publicly unveils space shuttle Enterprise in Palmdale, Calif
1976 -- Ringo releases "Ringo's Rotogravure" album
1977 -- Dave Kingman hits his 1st Yankee homer, Reggie hits 2 more
1978 -- Begin, Sadat & Carter sign the Camp David accord
1978 -- Red Sox finally beat Yanks in Sept, 1978 7-3
1980 -- Solidarity labor union in Poland forms
1982 -- NJ Devils 1st exhibition game, beating the Caps 3-1 in Hershey Pa
1983 -- Vanessa Williams of NY became 1st black Miss America
1984 -- Brian Mulroney sworn in as Canada's 18th PM succeeding John Turner
1984 -- Met's Dwight Goodin becomes 2nd to strikeout 32 over 2 cons games
1985 -- Soyuz T-14 carries 3 cosmonauts to Salyut 7 space station
1986 -- Marina Stepanova of USSR sets the 400m hurdle woman's record (52.94)
1986 -- US Senate confirms William Rehnquist as 16th chief justice
1987 -- Phila celebrates 200th anniversary of the Constitution
1988 -- Jeff Reardon becomes 1st to record 40 or more saves in both AL & NL
1989 -- Hurricane Hugo begins 4 day sweep through Caribbean, killing 62
1989 -- NYC court of appeals overturns lower court decision & returns America's Cup back to the US (from New Zealand)
1990 -- Newspaper Guild votes 242-35 to keep NY Post publishing
1990 -- Soviet Union & Saudi Arabia restore diplomatic ties
1991 -- North & South Korea joins the UN
This came from my friend AJ who did my "birthday stars" for me....and it's rather interesting to say the least....of course this may change should she choose to do a version based directly on my time and location of birth.
Happy Solar Return, Brian!
You have Cancer Rising this year, as in your natal chart, so you'll be as Crabby as ever. However, your Moon is in Gemini, instead of your natal Libra, so you'll still be Airily light on your toes, but less relationship-obsessed. With the Gem Moon in your 11th house of friends, I see f*ck buddies--yes, that's plural. Gem's always feel at least two ways abt everything. ;-P With Neptune, Uranus, and Mars in your 8th house of others' money and sexual obsessions, I expect you to get extremely freaky with a major fantasy element in the bedroom. The big bummer is that the SR Asc is at 17 degrees Cancer--right where your natal Saturn is. So, not only will you have your Saturn Return this year, which ought to be enough to make you reassess and become more serious, but your Solar Return chart suggests this newly responsible, sober, disciplined influence will be a transformation in your entire self.
Jupiter in Virgo is transiting your natal 3rd house, and is in the 3rd house of your SR chart, so writing and other forms of communication could bring you profit and/or mental stimulation. Third rules siblings, too, so they might bring you some luck. Like me, you have Jup in Pisces `in the 9th (Jup's home) in your natal chart--explain to me again why we haven't done "The Amazing Race" together?--so Mars will visit it in November, giving you extra enery for travel and higher learning. Do you need any certificate courses, to take a GMAT or something, or a crash foreign-language course? Nov would be a good time. Jup will transit opp your natal Jup in October, which is supposed to bring unexpected pleasant surprises. For some ideas on how to handle a Saturn Return, you can look to some other 1974 babies:
-Posh Spice is leaving gloomy England for sunny Spain when Becks goes to Madrid Real, and seems ready to make another go for single stardom and American fame.
-Jewel decided to "just cash in" and enjoy the micromini trend; big bangs of youth before she turns 30.
-Alanis finally cut that damned carpet of hair and seems more comfortable with the idea that she can look sexy and still be a Serious Artist.
Happy Solar Return, Brian!
You have Cancer Rising this year, as in your natal chart, so you'll be as Crabby as ever. However, your Moon is in Gemini, instead of your natal Libra, so you'll still be Airily light on your toes, but less relationship-obsessed. With the Gem Moon in your 11th house of friends, I see f*ck buddies--yes, that's plural. Gem's always feel at least two ways abt everything. ;-P With Neptune, Uranus, and Mars in your 8th house of others' money and sexual obsessions, I expect you to get extremely freaky with a major fantasy element in the bedroom. The big bummer is that the SR Asc is at 17 degrees Cancer--right where your natal Saturn is. So, not only will you have your Saturn Return this year, which ought to be enough to make you reassess and become more serious, but your Solar Return chart suggests this newly responsible, sober, disciplined influence will be a transformation in your entire self.
Jupiter in Virgo is transiting your natal 3rd house, and is in the 3rd house of your SR chart, so writing and other forms of communication could bring you profit and/or mental stimulation. Third rules siblings, too, so they might bring you some luck. Like me, you have Jup in Pisces `in the 9th (Jup's home) in your natal chart--explain to me again why we haven't done "The Amazing Race" together?--so Mars will visit it in November, giving you extra enery for travel and higher learning. Do you need any certificate courses, to take a GMAT or something, or a crash foreign-language course? Nov would be a good time. Jup will transit opp your natal Jup in October, which is supposed to bring unexpected pleasant surprises. For some ideas on how to handle a Saturn Return, you can look to some other 1974 babies:
-Posh Spice is leaving gloomy England for sunny Spain when Becks goes to Madrid Real, and seems ready to make another go for single stardom and American fame.
-Jewel decided to "just cash in" and enjoy the micromini trend; big bangs of youth before she turns 30.
-Alanis finally cut that damned carpet of hair and seems more comfortable with the idea that she can look sexy and still be a Serious Artist.
So yes, today is my 29th birthday and the little countdown ticker above is marking time until I turn the big 3-0. Now I know some of you are wondering why it says 365 days instead of 364 but even I had to remind myself that next year is a leap year and, therefore, there are 366 days next year. Now, everyone be a good reader and scroll down to my Amazon.com wishlist and buy me something nice.
Plans for tonight: Going to the San Gennaro Festival with some guys from the rugby team to carouse and have some fun while cute Guidos in their wife beaters sling their Italian sausage. (Have I used that line already?)
Now, as the new title of the blog says, it's the Farewell to my Twenties International Tour with destinations to at least London and Toronto on the map and possibly Italy as well. Who knows, if I get cast on the next edition of the Amazing Race it could be a truly major international affair. Of course I still need a partner for that one...
Anyway...I'm getting really drunk tonight and who knows what else will happen....gotta start the farewell tour off right ya know!
Plans for tonight: Going to the San Gennaro Festival with some guys from the rugby team to carouse and have some fun while cute Guidos in their wife beaters sling their Italian sausage. (Have I used that line already?)
Now, as the new title of the blog says, it's the Farewell to my Twenties International Tour with destinations to at least London and Toronto on the map and possibly Italy as well. Who knows, if I get cast on the next edition of the Amazing Race it could be a truly major international affair. Of course I still need a partner for that one...
Anyway...I'm getting really drunk tonight and who knows what else will happen....gotta start the farewell tour off right ya know!
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
I'm walking home last night from the gym when I pass this guy panhandling on the street in front of the Sheraton Manhattan Hotel on Seventh Avenue. He holds out his cup and I pass by him because 1) I'm pretty much broke myself and 2) I have no spare change that I can actually spare.
As I pass by him, the guy hits my elbow and subsequently his money spills out of his cup and onto the sidewalk. I turn to help him pick up the change when it occurs me that HE hit ME and he caused his change to hit the sidewalk. So I stopped and he looks at me and I said, "What are you looking at me for? You're the one who hit me!" He starts cursing at me to get the fuck out of his face and I thought for a second he was going to take a swing at me but he just bent over and started picking up his money with my checking over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't going to run up and attack me from behind.
The bellman outside the Sheraton Manhattan pulled me aside and told me that I was smart enough not to fall for that guy's M.O. He intentionally walks into people or bangs them just enough so they thing they may have caused him to drop his change, help him pick it up, and then give him cash for disturbing him.
I told him that the only thing that tipped me off that I hadn't done it was the fact that he had to swing his arm up to hit the underside of my elbow (I was carrying my bag on that shoulder) as I passed by him. I knew there was no way I could have hit him because if I had swung my arm down to hit him then his arm would have gone down and the cup would have fallen from his hand. But with him hitting me, his cup went up and the change flew out. It was biomechanics and physics all in one, I said.
The bellman looked at me after I got done explaining this and said, "Or maybe you just thought something was a little fishy."
"Yeah, that too," I said.
As I pass by him, the guy hits my elbow and subsequently his money spills out of his cup and onto the sidewalk. I turn to help him pick up the change when it occurs me that HE hit ME and he caused his change to hit the sidewalk. So I stopped and he looks at me and I said, "What are you looking at me for? You're the one who hit me!" He starts cursing at me to get the fuck out of his face and I thought for a second he was going to take a swing at me but he just bent over and started picking up his money with my checking over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't going to run up and attack me from behind.
The bellman outside the Sheraton Manhattan pulled me aside and told me that I was smart enough not to fall for that guy's M.O. He intentionally walks into people or bangs them just enough so they thing they may have caused him to drop his change, help him pick it up, and then give him cash for disturbing him.
I told him that the only thing that tipped me off that I hadn't done it was the fact that he had to swing his arm up to hit the underside of my elbow (I was carrying my bag on that shoulder) as I passed by him. I knew there was no way I could have hit him because if I had swung my arm down to hit him then his arm would have gone down and the cup would have fallen from his hand. But with him hitting me, his cup went up and the change flew out. It was biomechanics and physics all in one, I said.
The bellman looked at me after I got done explaining this and said, "Or maybe you just thought something was a little fishy."
"Yeah, that too," I said.
Quote of the Day
The only Folk Music I was familiar with was stuff like 'Put 'em in a cell with a long hose on him, put 'em in a cell with a long hose on him,' Ha. But if you put him in a cell with a long hose on him, he'd make a lot of friends in the shower room. -- Fred Willard as Mike LaFontaine in The Mighty Wind
The only Folk Music I was familiar with was stuff like 'Put 'em in a cell with a long hose on him, put 'em in a cell with a long hose on him,' Ha. But if you put him in a cell with a long hose on him, he'd make a lot of friends in the shower room. -- Fred Willard as Mike LaFontaine in The Mighty Wind
Monday, September 15, 2003
Because I haven't done one in a while it's time for....
Monday Meltdown
Just to be like Crash....here are my results....hmmm...considering how evil I can be this doesn't surprise me...
anti-social
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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But I took it a second time trying to be more honest and it gave me the following....
schizotypal
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I'm not sure how I feel about that result though...
They are casting a fifth season of The Amazing Race. Who wants to be my partner...
And why don't we have this on our rugby team? I mean the new guys carrying our bags and water and such....not the sex part. I'm sure plenty of that goes on already. But seriously...if they think this is a first something tells me it's not....
So we had our first rugby match of the fall season this weekend. Overall, I have no complaints except for the fact that we weren't doing contested scrums and no one told me this until we got into the first scrum and I had our front line blowing over the ball. Granted we did lose, but we showed major improvement over last year and I think our opposition was impressed with our play as well. For the new guys that played their first match this weekend, they really played well and with heart. Now we just gotta teach them how to kick under pressure and we will be fine.
For the record....no sex this weekend. Kik'e was out of town (and will be this weekend) and a rather flirty reader is too far away to do anything about it...
Venus and Serena's sister was shot and they are questioning if there was a drug or gang connection. Hmmm, I bet their father is ready to call the police efforts on that end racist (even though they have, from what I have read, proven that the attack was gang related even though their sister wasn't in a gang...or something like that....)
Went to the podiatrist today to get my feet checked out for orthotics...well...turns out I may need surgery on them if the orthotics don't work out. The bad part -- orthotics are not covered by my insurance and will run about $400+. The even worse part -- surgery is fully covered if deemed medically necessary. The worst part of all -- my doctor still wants to do orthotics first which means I have to shell out some major cash for my feet.
Plethora. Just because I like how it sounds.
And finally....the whole Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez rumors. I know you may have read on MSNBC or E! Online or who knows where that I was involved in their relationship breaking up because Ben finally had to be true to himself and to his fans and most of all to me. Well, you are reading it here first when I tell you the truth about those rumors....Jen left Ben....for Gwyneth. I mean Hollywood is pretty much just one big pit of incest. Instead of playing Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon by using his movies they should do with who slept with whom...that would be far more interesting and probably not take the full six degrees.
Monday Meltdown
Just to be like Crash....here are my results....hmmm...considering how evil I can be this doesn't surprise me...
anti-social
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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But I took it a second time trying to be more honest and it gave me the following....
schizotypal
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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I'm not sure how I feel about that result though...
They are casting a fifth season of The Amazing Race. Who wants to be my partner...
And why don't we have this on our rugby team? I mean the new guys carrying our bags and water and such....not the sex part. I'm sure plenty of that goes on already. But seriously...if they think this is a first something tells me it's not....
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So we had our first rugby match of the fall season this weekend. Overall, I have no complaints except for the fact that we weren't doing contested scrums and no one told me this until we got into the first scrum and I had our front line blowing over the ball. Granted we did lose, but we showed major improvement over last year and I think our opposition was impressed with our play as well. For the new guys that played their first match this weekend, they really played well and with heart. Now we just gotta teach them how to kick under pressure and we will be fine.
For the record....no sex this weekend. Kik'e was out of town (and will be this weekend) and a rather flirty reader is too far away to do anything about it...
Venus and Serena's sister was shot and they are questioning if there was a drug or gang connection. Hmmm, I bet their father is ready to call the police efforts on that end racist (even though they have, from what I have read, proven that the attack was gang related even though their sister wasn't in a gang...or something like that....)
Went to the podiatrist today to get my feet checked out for orthotics...well...turns out I may need surgery on them if the orthotics don't work out. The bad part -- orthotics are not covered by my insurance and will run about $400+. The even worse part -- surgery is fully covered if deemed medically necessary. The worst part of all -- my doctor still wants to do orthotics first which means I have to shell out some major cash for my feet.
Plethora. Just because I like how it sounds.
And finally....the whole Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez rumors. I know you may have read on MSNBC or E! Online or who knows where that I was involved in their relationship breaking up because Ben finally had to be true to himself and to his fans and most of all to me. Well, you are reading it here first when I tell you the truth about those rumors....Jen left Ben....for Gwyneth. I mean Hollywood is pretty much just one big pit of incest. Instead of playing Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon by using his movies they should do with who slept with whom...that would be far more interesting and probably not take the full six degrees.
Friday, September 12, 2003
Why should this be a shock to no one?
You are Lust.
Every part of you screams "Do me now!"
You exude sexuality and while others sometimes
view you as a slut, you see yourself as only
giving into your base desires.
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You are Lust.
Every part of you screams "Do me now!"
You exude sexuality and while others sometimes
view you as a slut, you see yourself as only
giving into your base desires.
What Emotion Are You?
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Okay folks...I need a bit of help here....and this is mainly for the men but I'm sure this has happened to the ladies as well and if they feel they need to pitch in, then by all means please do...
I was in the bathroom a few minutes ago and I'm washing my hands when this guy comes in and goes down the line of stalls, tries each handle, and learns that they are all locked/occupied. Then, five seconds later he goes down the line again and tries each handle again.
No one has come out of a stall and, as far as I know, no one has installed a trap door under the toilet to allow people to escape unnoticed. My only question is "Why?"
Can anyone explain this? He was staring at the doors. He saw no one came out? Did he just think he was too weak to turn a door handle?
Help me out here!
I was in the bathroom a few minutes ago and I'm washing my hands when this guy comes in and goes down the line of stalls, tries each handle, and learns that they are all locked/occupied. Then, five seconds later he goes down the line again and tries each handle again.
No one has come out of a stall and, as far as I know, no one has installed a trap door under the toilet to allow people to escape unnoticed. My only question is "Why?"
Can anyone explain this? He was staring at the doors. He saw no one came out? Did he just think he was too weak to turn a door handle?
Help me out here!
In honor of the passing of John Ritter (and I'm still shocked by it), it's time for another tribute quote (and a day since I'm starting it today)....
Quote of the Week
Come and knock on our door
We've been waiting for you
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his
Three's company, too!
Come and dance on our floor
Take a step that is new
We've a loveable space that needs your face
Three's company, too!
You'll see that life is a ball again and
laughter is callin' for you
Down at our rendezvous,
Three's company, too!
-- The theme to Three's Company, the show for which John Ritter won an Emmy Award for Outstanding Leading Actor in a Comedy Series
Quote of the Week
Come and knock on our door
We've been waiting for you
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his
Three's company, too!
Come and dance on our floor
Take a step that is new
We've a loveable space that needs your face
Three's company, too!
You'll see that life is a ball again and
laughter is callin' for you
Down at our rendezvous,
Three's company, too!
-- The theme to Three's Company, the show for which John Ritter won an Emmy Award for Outstanding Leading Actor in a Comedy Series
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
If you missed Episode 5 of Boy Meets Boy then you have to click the link...trust me it's worth it and will explain so much...
Monday night (and I would have posted it Tuesday if it weren't for the whole voting debacle) I got to talking with some friends about...well....about oral sex and bad oral sex because someone made the comment that, "Hey a mouth is a mouth," and I tended to disagree with that statement because I have received bad oral sex before and trust me there's nothing worse than having a guy think he's doing a great job down there and you're doing quadratic equations in your head because that's actually more enjoyable.
This led me to bring up my worst experience in giving head to a guy. I was about 20 or so and I'm going down on this guy for all it's worth and doing what I thought was a slam bang job on my part. Then I hear him singing and humming to himself (please no hummer jokes). I'm still going at it but I'm trying to be sure that it's him singing to himself and sure enough it was him. So I stop for a second and look at him and say, "Am I doing something wrong here? Is it just a bad blow job?"
He looks down at me and says, "Oh no, man. You're doing great. Keep going." So I back on him and sure enough about three minutes later I hear, "La dee dee da, da doo da dee..." He's singing to himself again. I look up at him and he looks down at me and winks as if he's saying I'm doing well but he's still singing.
I stopped sucking on him and said that I wasn't going to continue if he was going to sing because I thought it was rude. I mean if you're not into the moment with the other person then what's the point, you know? Well the other guy didn't seem to get it as he got pissed off that I stopped giving him "primo service" (his phrase not mine) and somehow couldn't fathom that I would be turned off by him singing at such an intimate moment.
Men.
This led me to bring up my worst experience in giving head to a guy. I was about 20 or so and I'm going down on this guy for all it's worth and doing what I thought was a slam bang job on my part. Then I hear him singing and humming to himself (please no hummer jokes). I'm still going at it but I'm trying to be sure that it's him singing to himself and sure enough it was him. So I stop for a second and look at him and say, "Am I doing something wrong here? Is it just a bad blow job?"
He looks down at me and says, "Oh no, man. You're doing great. Keep going." So I back on him and sure enough about three minutes later I hear, "La dee dee da, da doo da dee..." He's singing to himself again. I look up at him and he looks down at me and winks as if he's saying I'm doing well but he's still singing.
I stopped sucking on him and said that I wasn't going to continue if he was going to sing because I thought it was rude. I mean if you're not into the moment with the other person then what's the point, you know? Well the other guy didn't seem to get it as he got pissed off that I stopped giving him "primo service" (his phrase not mine) and somehow couldn't fathom that I would be turned off by him singing at such an intimate moment.
Men.
I saw this quote after I had already posted the first one but since it also pertains to my lurve of reality TV I had to post it...
Quote of the Day #2
To say I was on this reality show and that hurt my chances to be an actor or actress, I say that's baloney. That probably means that the person who was on a reality show did not have much talent as an actor or actress to begin with. -- Talent agent Sherry Spillane in regards to a comment from Survivor: Australian Outback cast member Jerri Manthey's claim that being on the show has caused her to be typecast.
Quote of the Day #2
To say I was on this reality show and that hurt my chances to be an actor or actress, I say that's baloney. That probably means that the person who was on a reality show did not have much talent as an actor or actress to begin with. -- Talent agent Sherry Spillane in regards to a comment from Survivor: Australian Outback cast member Jerri Manthey's claim that being on the show has caused her to be typecast.
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Don't you just love backwards Southern thinking....
Yep, in their minds it's still 1947 and everything is right in the white, Southern male world....
Yep, in their minds it's still 1947 and everything is right in the white, Southern male world....
I have now come to the conclusion as to why more people don't vote -- we can't find our polling locations. And when we do find them, they are staffed by morons.
I woke up this morning a little earlier than normal because I was going to head to the gym to do my workout but I was going to vote as well so I wanted to make sure that if there was a line that I would have plenty of time to do both since I have rugby practice tonight and wouldn't be back in time to vote before the polls closed. So, I'm all dolled up ready to go to the gym and I head into the polling place where I voted last time but I'm not so sure of which district or precinct or whatever I'm supposed to vote in so they look me up in the address listing and tell me that my polling place has been moved and I no longer vote there.
This polling place, mind you, is HALF A BLOCK from where I live. My new polling place is over four blocks away opposite the direction of the nearest subway. So I ask them to double check and make sure of where I am voting and they say that they are positive that I am to vote at the other precinct even though they are just half a block from my apartment.
So I trudge up to the other polling place which I couldn't find at first because the street numbers abruptly stopped where the polling place logically would have been. Thankfully, one of the candidate's supporters pointed me to the right building and I made my way in and headed over to the registrar's table and tell them my story and the woman looks at me and says, "Ooooh. I don't think you're supposed to vote here." At this point, I have to take a moment to calm myself down and not lash out at people because it's too early in the morning to get really pissy with people. I head over to another table where they look up my address and, thankfully, this time she points me to the machine that I am to use. I hand the guy at the table my ID with my name on it and he starts to look me up in the book.
I am not in their book.
He then asks me to spell my last name which I do. Then he asks me to show him my ID again in case he heard it wrong which he didn't because he spelled it back to me correctly after I gave it to him the first time. Finally he asked who had the address guide to which I said in a voice heavy with exasperation that two other people have already confirmed my address and that this is where I am to vote. However, this falls on deaf ears as he waddles over to the woman who just checked my address five minutes ago. Finally, they decide that I can still vote but I have to fill out an affidavit ballot which is nothing more than a paper ballot. They hand me an envelope and a guide to my voter's rights and have me fill it out which I do.
I return to the table and I hand the guy the envelope and he says that I have to "fill everything out, fold it, put it in the envelope, and seal it" before he can accept it.
"Put WHAT in the envelope? I filled out everything you gave me!" I said, my voice even more imbued with exasperation.
At this point, they realize they never gave me the ballot to fill out. I head back to the table to fill out the TWO elections (all of this for TWO elections) that I could vote in and the woman at the main table asked me if I had moved recently or made any address changes. I explained to her that the board of elections office had my address wrong and I corrected it.
She smiled and said, "Well that must be it," with a tone that said, "You fucking moron."
I returned with, "Yeah, I moved the address even closer to the polling location I voted at last time," with a tone that said, "You fucking bitch, I know what the hell I'm talking about." I looked her in the eyes and said, "Apparently no one really wants me to vote today."
So I marked my two boxes and turn in my ballot and shook my head at how amazing stupid this entire process has been today. The people at my district desk thought the entire thing was rather funny and I responded with, "Yeah, wasting an hour of my morning has really been a lot of fun."
They stopped laughing.
If I didn't make it my personal responsibility to vote and make sure that my voice as an elector was taken seriously then I probably would not have voted today or maybe ever again. When I got to the office today, I called the Vote NYC office to find out if it had all been a big mistake on the part of the people at the polls.
It wasn't.
Apparently, the Board of Elections never got my address right the first or second time that it was submitted (the second time was to correct the first submission). And, even though my address moved CLOSER to the polling location, it also moved me out of my old district and into a new one. Technically, I "moved" across the street but that was more than enough to put me into another polling place altogether. The reason why the other place didn't have me in their rolls was because they still had my old address on the books which would have allowed me to vote at the place half a block from my house.
Now I totally understand why some people don't vote. It's not that we don't care or don't want to but it's the moron's running the asylum that make it frustrating to make our voice heard in the system.
I woke up this morning a little earlier than normal because I was going to head to the gym to do my workout but I was going to vote as well so I wanted to make sure that if there was a line that I would have plenty of time to do both since I have rugby practice tonight and wouldn't be back in time to vote before the polls closed. So, I'm all dolled up ready to go to the gym and I head into the polling place where I voted last time but I'm not so sure of which district or precinct or whatever I'm supposed to vote in so they look me up in the address listing and tell me that my polling place has been moved and I no longer vote there.
This polling place, mind you, is HALF A BLOCK from where I live. My new polling place is over four blocks away opposite the direction of the nearest subway. So I ask them to double check and make sure of where I am voting and they say that they are positive that I am to vote at the other precinct even though they are just half a block from my apartment.
So I trudge up to the other polling place which I couldn't find at first because the street numbers abruptly stopped where the polling place logically would have been. Thankfully, one of the candidate's supporters pointed me to the right building and I made my way in and headed over to the registrar's table and tell them my story and the woman looks at me and says, "Ooooh. I don't think you're supposed to vote here." At this point, I have to take a moment to calm myself down and not lash out at people because it's too early in the morning to get really pissy with people. I head over to another table where they look up my address and, thankfully, this time she points me to the machine that I am to use. I hand the guy at the table my ID with my name on it and he starts to look me up in the book.
I am not in their book.
He then asks me to spell my last name which I do. Then he asks me to show him my ID again in case he heard it wrong which he didn't because he spelled it back to me correctly after I gave it to him the first time. Finally he asked who had the address guide to which I said in a voice heavy with exasperation that two other people have already confirmed my address and that this is where I am to vote. However, this falls on deaf ears as he waddles over to the woman who just checked my address five minutes ago. Finally, they decide that I can still vote but I have to fill out an affidavit ballot which is nothing more than a paper ballot. They hand me an envelope and a guide to my voter's rights and have me fill it out which I do.
I return to the table and I hand the guy the envelope and he says that I have to "fill everything out, fold it, put it in the envelope, and seal it" before he can accept it.
"Put WHAT in the envelope? I filled out everything you gave me!" I said, my voice even more imbued with exasperation.
At this point, they realize they never gave me the ballot to fill out. I head back to the table to fill out the TWO elections (all of this for TWO elections) that I could vote in and the woman at the main table asked me if I had moved recently or made any address changes. I explained to her that the board of elections office had my address wrong and I corrected it.
She smiled and said, "Well that must be it," with a tone that said, "You fucking moron."
I returned with, "Yeah, I moved the address even closer to the polling location I voted at last time," with a tone that said, "You fucking bitch, I know what the hell I'm talking about." I looked her in the eyes and said, "Apparently no one really wants me to vote today."
So I marked my two boxes and turn in my ballot and shook my head at how amazing stupid this entire process has been today. The people at my district desk thought the entire thing was rather funny and I responded with, "Yeah, wasting an hour of my morning has really been a lot of fun."
They stopped laughing.
If I didn't make it my personal responsibility to vote and make sure that my voice as an elector was taken seriously then I probably would not have voted today or maybe ever again. When I got to the office today, I called the Vote NYC office to find out if it had all been a big mistake on the part of the people at the polls.
It wasn't.
Apparently, the Board of Elections never got my address right the first or second time that it was submitted (the second time was to correct the first submission). And, even though my address moved CLOSER to the polling location, it also moved me out of my old district and into a new one. Technically, I "moved" across the street but that was more than enough to put me into another polling place altogether. The reason why the other place didn't have me in their rolls was because they still had my old address on the books which would have allowed me to vote at the place half a block from my house.
Now I totally understand why some people don't vote. It's not that we don't care or don't want to but it's the moron's running the asylum that make it frustrating to make our voice heard in the system.
Monday, September 08, 2003
So...he only wants $87 BILLION dollars more to fight two wars in two countries that have only served to do nothing but create, at least in my mind, our 51st and 52nd states.
President Bush, you're nuts. You're whacked on some really good weed or something but I don't want you spending my tax money on wars that I don't personally believe in. First you tell the UN that you want to do the entire Iraq deal alone and now you want them to come on in and help pick up the cost too? You haven't found Osama bin Laden. You haven't found Saddam Hussein. You certainly haven't found weapons of mass destruction.
You are digging your own grave and I'm not enjoying the fact that you're taking our economy down with you. Yeah certain indicators are up and so forth but with more people losing their jobs (my father for example) it's not really comforting to know that you aren't looking at your own backyard first and trying to take care of of something else. The fact that you and your advisors thought that the Iraqis would simply put down there weapons and hand over the keys to show you that the weapons of mass destruction were simply hidden behind the pecan log display at the nearest Stuckey's truck stop was ludicrous and, frankly, cocky. The fact that more people have died since you called a formal end to armed combat than in the actual war itself is a sign that they aren't sitting down and taking it easy.
Wake up, President Bush. People have serious questions for which you have no answers.
I don't know about you, but I want answers.
President Bush, you're nuts. You're whacked on some really good weed or something but I don't want you spending my tax money on wars that I don't personally believe in. First you tell the UN that you want to do the entire Iraq deal alone and now you want them to come on in and help pick up the cost too? You haven't found Osama bin Laden. You haven't found Saddam Hussein. You certainly haven't found weapons of mass destruction.
You are digging your own grave and I'm not enjoying the fact that you're taking our economy down with you. Yeah certain indicators are up and so forth but with more people losing their jobs (my father for example) it's not really comforting to know that you aren't looking at your own backyard first and trying to take care of of something else. The fact that you and your advisors thought that the Iraqis would simply put down there weapons and hand over the keys to show you that the weapons of mass destruction were simply hidden behind the pecan log display at the nearest Stuckey's truck stop was ludicrous and, frankly, cocky. The fact that more people have died since you called a formal end to armed combat than in the actual war itself is a sign that they aren't sitting down and taking it easy.
Wake up, President Bush. People have serious questions for which you have no answers.
I don't know about you, but I want answers.
Friday, September 05, 2003
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Last night I caught myself watching an episode of Paradide Hotel on Fox. This show is so fucked up that I can't even begin to describe it.
First the premise -- five couples are formed and everyone week one member of the opposite sex arrives (if it's a woman the first week then it's a man the next) and shakes things up a bit and someone gets sent home. I've only watched like three episodes but since I also write about reality TV for a website, I've been following the show via recaps on various sites so I can stay informed. Pretty much from what I read, with the exception of the first guy that they sent, all of the new arrivals were dismissed when it was time to pair up with new people as whenever two people chose the same person, that person had to decide who to keep and who to throw back. Therefore, Fox had to shake it up a bit and let the person who arrived have "immunity" to stay for an extra week which forced someone who had been there for a while to get the boot.
So last night, they brought back all of the booted guests including this guy named Zack who is a total ass. Actually anyone remotely related to Zack, Amy, or Toni (which includes Alex, Kristen, and Desiree) are total asses. They did nothing but wreak havoc on the "new people" also knows as the Barbie Group for booting them out. Zack was going around saying that he has a lawyer in his blood and a country boy in him and pretty much showed was a childish jerk he can be when he was taunting Keith and actually threatened him with violence. Keith threatened to walk but the producers intervened and said that when the existing players could vote someone back in Zack would be ineligible to return because of his threats. The look on Toni's face when that was said was priceless.
But even better the existing players get to choose which people are coming back into the game and you know that it won't include Toni, Alex, Kristen, Zack, or Beau. Amanda maybe but none of them. Pretty much it turned into the "let's intimidate people that we don't like and make ourselves look like a bunch of big childish, immature jerks because that's what we are in real life." Personally, people who do that to other people in order to look "big" in front of others are actually some of the most insecure people out there. If I could have reached through the TV and beaten the crap out of some of those people I would have because...well let me just say that I hate bullies and what they can do to people both physically and emotionally. For those of you that watched, you saw how Charla was acting when she learned who was returning. She shut down. She totally shut down.
And for the record for any of those people on the show who stumble across this, I've read the boards, I've talked to people who have watched the show. Based on their opinions, it's running 5-1 people who like Dave and his group over Amy and her bunch. Personally, I think the smart move would be to get Kavita and Matt in the game in order to get rid of Amy and Scott. Amy needs to go. She needs to get her ass beaten. She's just a pro cheerleader...yeah they can kick and jump and yell but when it comes down to it, she's pretty much easy pickings I think (nothing against cheerleaders or anything but she doesn't look like she would be much of a fight).
Actually, since I'm being really mean and there's little chance of this ever happening, but if I could take Toni's head and Amy's head and slam them into each other and then take Zack's head and share the same love with the two of them, I think I would be a pretty happy person.
And for Zack when you read this, and I hope you do, you are a small, pathetic person. You don't have a lawyer in you, you have a scared little boy who wants to be a man but apparently doesn't know how. You can blow and bluster and do whatever you want to make you seem like the real deal and something special but just by looking at you and your antics your nothing but a child. Sadly what you (and apparently the rest of your gang) don't seem to realize is that the more you open your mouth, the less credibility you have not only with your fellow guests at the hotel but also with the viewing public. Regardless of whatever editing can be blamed on how you were portrayed on the show, sadly you can't excape the fact that you did what you did and you said what you said.
I hope when you get to be a bit older you can look back on this experience and be embarrassed by your actions. You need a serious lesson in being an adult because you aren't acting like one. You demand respect yet you show it for no one else. Have you ever heard of that phrase you get as good as you give and sometimes you get it even worse than you expect? Well when your karmic backlash comes (and it will...for you and the rest of your gang it will truly come) I hope you can roll with the punches and not blame everyone else for the mistakes that you've made in your life.
Oh wait. I am talking about you, Zack. Nothing you ever do is wrong so of course it has to be someone else's fault.
Get over yourself. You're not that special and soon you will fade into the ether. Maybe you'll be recognized in your supermarket when you're in the dairy aisle looking at yogurt but that will be it.
Oh and as for having a country boy in you, I'm sure that can be arranged...take your pick: doggy style or missionary? Make sure you have something to bite on, too.
First the premise -- five couples are formed and everyone week one member of the opposite sex arrives (if it's a woman the first week then it's a man the next) and shakes things up a bit and someone gets sent home. I've only watched like three episodes but since I also write about reality TV for a website, I've been following the show via recaps on various sites so I can stay informed. Pretty much from what I read, with the exception of the first guy that they sent, all of the new arrivals were dismissed when it was time to pair up with new people as whenever two people chose the same person, that person had to decide who to keep and who to throw back. Therefore, Fox had to shake it up a bit and let the person who arrived have "immunity" to stay for an extra week which forced someone who had been there for a while to get the boot.
So last night, they brought back all of the booted guests including this guy named Zack who is a total ass. Actually anyone remotely related to Zack, Amy, or Toni (which includes Alex, Kristen, and Desiree) are total asses. They did nothing but wreak havoc on the "new people" also knows as the Barbie Group for booting them out. Zack was going around saying that he has a lawyer in his blood and a country boy in him and pretty much showed was a childish jerk he can be when he was taunting Keith and actually threatened him with violence. Keith threatened to walk but the producers intervened and said that when the existing players could vote someone back in Zack would be ineligible to return because of his threats. The look on Toni's face when that was said was priceless.
But even better the existing players get to choose which people are coming back into the game and you know that it won't include Toni, Alex, Kristen, Zack, or Beau. Amanda maybe but none of them. Pretty much it turned into the "let's intimidate people that we don't like and make ourselves look like a bunch of big childish, immature jerks because that's what we are in real life." Personally, people who do that to other people in order to look "big" in front of others are actually some of the most insecure people out there. If I could have reached through the TV and beaten the crap out of some of those people I would have because...well let me just say that I hate bullies and what they can do to people both physically and emotionally. For those of you that watched, you saw how Charla was acting when she learned who was returning. She shut down. She totally shut down.
And for the record for any of those people on the show who stumble across this, I've read the boards, I've talked to people who have watched the show. Based on their opinions, it's running 5-1 people who like Dave and his group over Amy and her bunch. Personally, I think the smart move would be to get Kavita and Matt in the game in order to get rid of Amy and Scott. Amy needs to go. She needs to get her ass beaten. She's just a pro cheerleader...yeah they can kick and jump and yell but when it comes down to it, she's pretty much easy pickings I think (nothing against cheerleaders or anything but she doesn't look like she would be much of a fight).
Actually, since I'm being really mean and there's little chance of this ever happening, but if I could take Toni's head and Amy's head and slam them into each other and then take Zack's head and share the same love with the two of them, I think I would be a pretty happy person.
And for Zack when you read this, and I hope you do, you are a small, pathetic person. You don't have a lawyer in you, you have a scared little boy who wants to be a man but apparently doesn't know how. You can blow and bluster and do whatever you want to make you seem like the real deal and something special but just by looking at you and your antics your nothing but a child. Sadly what you (and apparently the rest of your gang) don't seem to realize is that the more you open your mouth, the less credibility you have not only with your fellow guests at the hotel but also with the viewing public. Regardless of whatever editing can be blamed on how you were portrayed on the show, sadly you can't excape the fact that you did what you did and you said what you said.
I hope when you get to be a bit older you can look back on this experience and be embarrassed by your actions. You need a serious lesson in being an adult because you aren't acting like one. You demand respect yet you show it for no one else. Have you ever heard of that phrase you get as good as you give and sometimes you get it even worse than you expect? Well when your karmic backlash comes (and it will...for you and the rest of your gang it will truly come) I hope you can roll with the punches and not blame everyone else for the mistakes that you've made in your life.
Oh wait. I am talking about you, Zack. Nothing you ever do is wrong so of course it has to be someone else's fault.
Get over yourself. You're not that special and soon you will fade into the ether. Maybe you'll be recognized in your supermarket when you're in the dairy aisle looking at yogurt but that will be it.
Oh and as for having a country boy in you, I'm sure that can be arranged...take your pick: doggy style or missionary? Make sure you have something to bite on, too.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Okay more blogging time here....woo hoo ain't this fun... :)
Actually this week has just been so friggin' hectic. I swear today alone I've taken about 20 emails in regards to rugby related things ranging from fundraising to social events to everything in between. I swear I think I'm banging myself on the head each and every time and it's just pretty funny. With fundraising I can be creativity and wild in some of my ideas but I also have to be practical so when some guys approached me about doing a calendar as a fundraiser, I suggested we hold off to make it a 2005 calendar since doing one for 2004 would be about near impossible. So we're looking into some options there.
Then there's the first match next week which coincides with our second annual Ruggerthon (pushed back by my request) and hey....click that box off to the side and sponsor me please.... :) Please...just a few dollars can make all the difference... :)
And while it's on my mind can I just say that I don't like the George Bush action figure. They're making our president into the hero that he's not. Frankly he hasn't given me anything to be proud of as of yet.
Actually this week has just been so friggin' hectic. I swear today alone I've taken about 20 emails in regards to rugby related things ranging from fundraising to social events to everything in between. I swear I think I'm banging myself on the head each and every time and it's just pretty funny. With fundraising I can be creativity and wild in some of my ideas but I also have to be practical so when some guys approached me about doing a calendar as a fundraiser, I suggested we hold off to make it a 2005 calendar since doing one for 2004 would be about near impossible. So we're looking into some options there.
Then there's the first match next week which coincides with our second annual Ruggerthon (pushed back by my request) and hey....click that box off to the side and sponsor me please.... :) Please...just a few dollars can make all the difference... :)
And while it's on my mind can I just say that I don't like the George Bush action figure. They're making our president into the hero that he's not. Frankly he hasn't given me anything to be proud of as of yet.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Okay quick notes because I'm trying to cram so much into one day off from work that I really haven't had time to blog ANYTHING all day long.
Just some notes which I will elaborate on later...
1) Another date with Kik'e. Went well but I want to make sure that we don't get on the friend course and stay on the friend course. He wants to play it slow so I'm following his lead whether I want to or not.
2) Had my first chiropractice adjustment. Man was my back fucked up and that is no understatement. My right hip is not only higher than my left but also rotated forward. I have to go twice a week for the entire month fo September then once a week starting in October. Your neck vertebrae, I learned, is supposed to have a curve to it. Mine doesn't at all. Also, I think I detected bone spurs there as well in the x-rays.
3) Rugby in the mud this evening. Should be interesting.
4) Ruggerthon. See that lovely thing for Amazon.com honor pay system. I would really appreciate it if I could get some sponsors for our annual Ruggerthon benefit (think about a walk-a-thon but rugby related). I would like to raise as much money as possible and I'm reaching out to my readers for their support and assistance. The two charities benefiting from this event are Play Rugby NYC (http://www.playrugbynyc.com) and The Fisher House Foundation (http://www.fisherhouse.org). If you have questions, please feel free to ask.
Off to practice....run, Forrest, run!
Just some notes which I will elaborate on later...
1) Another date with Kik'e. Went well but I want to make sure that we don't get on the friend course and stay on the friend course. He wants to play it slow so I'm following his lead whether I want to or not.
2) Had my first chiropractice adjustment. Man was my back fucked up and that is no understatement. My right hip is not only higher than my left but also rotated forward. I have to go twice a week for the entire month fo September then once a week starting in October. Your neck vertebrae, I learned, is supposed to have a curve to it. Mine doesn't at all. Also, I think I detected bone spurs there as well in the x-rays.
3) Rugby in the mud this evening. Should be interesting.
4) Ruggerthon. See that lovely thing for Amazon.com honor pay system. I would really appreciate it if I could get some sponsors for our annual Ruggerthon benefit (think about a walk-a-thon but rugby related). I would like to raise as much money as possible and I'm reaching out to my readers for their support and assistance. The two charities benefiting from this event are Play Rugby NYC (http://www.playrugbynyc.com) and The Fisher House Foundation (http://www.fisherhouse.org). If you have questions, please feel free to ask.
Off to practice....run, Forrest, run!
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