Whoa nelly! Such a long week kids. I've been working my ass off. Weirdness: Haven't had any Kettlehouse in six days...I think I'm losing weight (Though, oddly I'm not happy about the loss seeing as I'm forgetting what Honey Hefe, Coldsmoke, and many more, taste like).
I'll be back this week kids, fresh from a depressing funk, and a week of work...
Anyone see this CD review? What a shitpickle....
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
So I...
...need a week off. Sort of. Actually I'm just a little tired of writing and this week I'm working as a driver for a certain event and won't be allowed to talk about it anyway (non-disclosure). So I'm just going to leave it at that...
I may post later in the week if I have time.
I may post later in the week if I have time.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Special Update about my Netflix...
Okay, so as I've talked about, I love Netflix. It's great. But one thing I find annoying is its "suggestions" based on what I've rented before. And today's suggestion ranks as particularly bad because...well...just look...
In case you can't see the text, it says, "Because you enjoyed: F**k, The King of Kong...We think you'll enjoy: Dexter: Season 1."
Just an FYI: F**k and The King of Kong are both documentaries; one about the word "fuck," and the other about one man's quest to get the high score in Donkey Kong (I wrote about it here). Neither seem to be anything like Dexter, a show from cable channel Showtime that follows the exploits of serial killer Dexter Morgan – a very moral mass murderer. How Dexter lines up with either documentaries is beyond me. Honestly, I'm confused as shit.
So anyway, I got to get to work on some other stuff, but I thought this would entertain ya. Laters.
In case you can't see the text, it says, "Because you enjoyed: F**k, The King of Kong...We think you'll enjoy: Dexter: Season 1."Just an FYI: F**k and The King of Kong are both documentaries; one about the word "fuck," and the other about one man's quest to get the high score in Donkey Kong (I wrote about it here). Neither seem to be anything like Dexter, a show from cable channel Showtime that follows the exploits of serial killer Dexter Morgan – a very moral mass murderer. How Dexter lines up with either documentaries is beyond me. Honestly, I'm confused as shit.
So anyway, I got to get to work on some other stuff, but I thought this would entertain ya. Laters.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Day 101: Thursdays are a good time to find stupid shit
My unemployment has taught me the following:
The above link will take you to a t-shirt for an article titled "176-lb beauty squashes stereotypes." I'm not kidding. You can buy that shirt for $15 (plus s/h). It has me asking the question, "Can CNN really suck this bad?"
Of course I've said before that CNN may rank as the lowest level of television news (remember kids, Fox doesn't count) this side of Heidi "I used to cheer for the SEAHAWKS!" Meili. But this pushes the bar so low we are now all above it.
T-shirts from headlines? Goddamnittydamn. It's insulting. Especially the one I've linked too. How about one for the article titled, "U.S." Syria reactor most likely wasn't for peaceful aims"? I would like that as a shirt. Doesn't it pop out and say something to you about the wearer? TO me it says, "I bought a t-shirt about an event that happened three weeks ago. That's how much I cared about McCain not liking the Bush administration's handling of Katrina."
Oh, and it also says, "Hi. You may remember me from an advertisement for douche."
And that, kids, represents Thursday. I haven't anything about employment so I'm just keeping my fingers crossed. Until then, at least I've got a new episode of The Office to watch. Laters.
- Beer in the shower = awesome
- Afternoon naps are nice
- The internet has stupid crap
The above link will take you to a t-shirt for an article titled "176-lb beauty squashes stereotypes." I'm not kidding. You can buy that shirt for $15 (plus s/h). It has me asking the question, "Can CNN really suck this bad?"
Of course I've said before that CNN may rank as the lowest level of television news (remember kids, Fox doesn't count) this side of Heidi "I used to cheer for the SEAHAWKS!" Meili. But this pushes the bar so low we are now all above it.
T-shirts from headlines? Goddamnittydamn. It's insulting. Especially the one I've linked too. How about one for the article titled, "U.S." Syria reactor most likely wasn't for peaceful aims"? I would like that as a shirt. Doesn't it pop out and say something to you about the wearer? TO me it says, "I bought a t-shirt about an event that happened three weeks ago. That's how much I cared about McCain not liking the Bush administration's handling of Katrina."
Oh, and it also says, "Hi. You may remember me from an advertisement for douche."
And that, kids, represents Thursday. I haven't anything about employment so I'm just keeping my fingers crossed. Until then, at least I've got a new episode of The Office to watch. Laters.
Day 100: So, I saw Ben Folds last night
Special note: I forgot to post this last night, so yeah. Now I am.
Ben folds rocks, and so does Old Chicago. I learned both of these truths last night and now believe them to be not only self-evident, but also very undeniable. Like the fact that everyone raised in the Catholic Church has at least at one point said, "You know, this bread tastes terrible," followed by guilt at disliking the flavor of Jesus.
And now to get into this comparison between Sir Elton and Ben Folds – the piano men:
What about Old Chicago? Well if you clicked the link (or maybe have been to one) you know it's a restaurant with 110 beers. It rules. Lots of beer. So which one did I dive into? Which frosty mug of awesome did I try? None. It was late and Alisia was the one doing all the driving (as covered in my post about Phoenix – I think – I can't drive stick). I didn't think drinking a few beers and passing out would be nice, so I didn't. And it hurt a bit...
But anyway, it was a good night and I enjoyed it very much.
As for today? Well, Alisia and I took the evening for ourselves to, um...so moving on. I didn't accomplish a whole lot – which is becoming as much a catchphrase of mine as holla. Wait, I should add that I had to take my lip ring out today...I miss it a lot.
I'll see you kids tomorrow.
Ben folds rocks, and so does Old Chicago. I learned both of these truths last night and now believe them to be not only self-evident, but also very undeniable. Like the fact that everyone raised in the Catholic Church has at least at one point said, "You know, this bread tastes terrible," followed by guilt at disliking the flavor of Jesus.
And now to get into this comparison between Sir Elton and Ben Folds – the piano men:
- Elton: Legendary piano guy who rocks.
- Folds: Not quite there yet, and may never be...
- Elton: Played "Tiny Dancer," which no one can deny is awesome.
- Folds: Played "The Luckiest," which is kind of Alisia and my song...
- Elton: Can't hit the high notes in his songs.
- Folds: More falsettos than an Elliott Smith CD...
- Elton: Played some really cool piano solos.
- Folds: Made those piano solos look boring. Seriously, this guy attacked the piano so hard I think it should file charges...
- Elton: Something like 4,500 people in attendance including Ass-Grabbing Dancer; Alisia and I stand next to a trash can but get a good look at the man himself from about 100 feet away.
- Folds: Only about 1,300 people attend the show and Alisia and I scam tickets in the sixth row in front of the piano...we can see every detail of how he attacks the piano and it's incredible.
What about Old Chicago? Well if you clicked the link (or maybe have been to one) you know it's a restaurant with 110 beers. It rules. Lots of beer. So which one did I dive into? Which frosty mug of awesome did I try? None. It was late and Alisia was the one doing all the driving (as covered in my post about Phoenix – I think – I can't drive stick). I didn't think drinking a few beers and passing out would be nice, so I didn't. And it hurt a bit...
But anyway, it was a good night and I enjoyed it very much.
As for today? Well, Alisia and I took the evening for ourselves to, um...so moving on. I didn't accomplish a whole lot – which is becoming as much a catchphrase of mine as holla. Wait, I should add that I had to take my lip ring out today...I miss it a lot.
I'll see you kids tomorrow.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Day 99: Two job interviews today...
This morning my Kayne West Alarm Clock (Read: The song "Good Morning" plays) sounded off at 5:40 a.m., otherwise known as, "Before any of you bastards woke up." That meant I was up way too damn early. But whatever. Sometimes that happens.
What was my reason? I had an interview with the United Parcel Service this morning (WTF is it with me and shipping jobs? I was meant to live on a dock). How did it go? Well about three minutes into the 15 minute interview the guy told me, "We don't allow dangling jewelry near the shipping lines." At first I thought, "That makes sense. Luckily I took out of lip ring." WRONG! There it was clanking merely against my teeth. Total self-inflicted pwnage.
I'm not expecting a call back on that one, but oh well. I'm not too depressed about it since I spied this video over at the Onion:
Study: Nearly 80 Percent Of Roommates Got So Drunk Last Night
Maybe that's not your type of yuck inducer, but it made me smile just in time for my second interview of the day: Not a job I'll talk about right now. Like I said yesterday – and oddly enough during the interview – it is a job that has some vague relation to my degree, which is a plus.
I'm hoping at least one of the gigs works out because this whole "unemployment" thing is getting me down. The other day Alisia actually described me as "in a transition period." It makes me feel impotent. ("Pat? Oh, his penis is in a transitional period.") I understand that wasn't her intention, but not having a job is kind of emasculating. It makes me a tidbit queasy and sad.
The upside is that tonight we're traveling to see Ben Folds live, making him the latest person to move off of the "Bands Duganz Needs to See Before He Dies List." Stupid Johnny Cash and Elliott Smith used to be on that list but they went and died. Bastards.
Hopefully Mr. Folds breaks out this track tonight:
That'd make me happy.
Anyway kids, I'm out for the day. Hope you're all doing well.
What was my reason? I had an interview with the United Parcel Service this morning (WTF is it with me and shipping jobs? I was meant to live on a dock). How did it go? Well about three minutes into the 15 minute interview the guy told me, "We don't allow dangling jewelry near the shipping lines." At first I thought, "That makes sense. Luckily I took out of lip ring." WRONG! There it was clanking merely against my teeth. Total self-inflicted pwnage.
I'm not expecting a call back on that one, but oh well. I'm not too depressed about it since I spied this video over at the Onion:
Study: Nearly 80 Percent Of Roommates Got So Drunk Last Night
Maybe that's not your type of yuck inducer, but it made me smile just in time for my second interview of the day: Not a job I'll talk about right now. Like I said yesterday – and oddly enough during the interview – it is a job that has some vague relation to my degree, which is a plus.
I'm hoping at least one of the gigs works out because this whole "unemployment" thing is getting me down. The other day Alisia actually described me as "in a transition period." It makes me feel impotent. ("Pat? Oh, his penis is in a transitional period.") I understand that wasn't her intention, but not having a job is kind of emasculating. It makes me a tidbit queasy and sad.
The upside is that tonight we're traveling to see Ben Folds live, making him the latest person to move off of the "Bands Duganz Needs to See Before He Dies List." Stupid Johnny Cash and Elliott Smith used to be on that list but they went and died. Bastards.
Hopefully Mr. Folds breaks out this track tonight:
That'd make me happy.
Anyway kids, I'm out for the day. Hope you're all doing well.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Day 96, 97, and 98 (cause Mondays are never very interesting...at all)
Saturday:
I woke up Saturday morning with a big problem: no voice. None. Nada. First I thought it was due to the Trampled by Turtles show the night before, but after swallowing some water and nearly having tears explode from my eyes I decided I was actually sick. Lame. So I spent the whole day finishing off watching Season 3 (and part of Season 4) of Lost to ensure that I'm caught up come Thursday when the post-writer's strike episodes premiere. In other words: not a bad day at all.
Sunday:
Spent most of the morning laying in bed with Alisia since I felt better. The afternoon brought some enjoyment when I just watched YouTube videos of random bands and video games. Then later in the night I met up with Alisia and John to go see Amit Peled play the cello with the Symphony of the Rockies. Holy balls what a kick ass musician. Peled makes the cello sound like an entire orchestra, plus he's a really nice guy. I met him after the concert and he was very soft spoken and humbled by how much his music moved everyone. If he ends up back in Missoula I suggest checking him out.
Monday:
Well, I'm putting in some applications around town. I got interviews tomorrow for a labor job and a job more geared toward my degree...so I'll check back tomorrow. Maybe. I also have tickets to see Mr. Ben Folds in Bozeman, which I think might be cooler than blogging. Sorry.
I woke up Saturday morning with a big problem: no voice. None. Nada. First I thought it was due to the Trampled by Turtles show the night before, but after swallowing some water and nearly having tears explode from my eyes I decided I was actually sick. Lame. So I spent the whole day finishing off watching Season 3 (and part of Season 4) of Lost to ensure that I'm caught up come Thursday when the post-writer's strike episodes premiere. In other words: not a bad day at all.
Sunday:
Spent most of the morning laying in bed with Alisia since I felt better. The afternoon brought some enjoyment when I just watched YouTube videos of random bands and video games. Then later in the night I met up with Alisia and John to go see Amit Peled play the cello with the Symphony of the Rockies. Holy balls what a kick ass musician. Peled makes the cello sound like an entire orchestra, plus he's a really nice guy. I met him after the concert and he was very soft spoken and humbled by how much his music moved everyone. If he ends up back in Missoula I suggest checking him out.
Monday:
Well, I'm putting in some applications around town. I got interviews tomorrow for a labor job and a job more geared toward my degree...so I'll check back tomorrow. Maybe. I also have tickets to see Mr. Ben Folds in Bozeman, which I think might be cooler than blogging. Sorry.
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