We had a Canadian author at work tonight. How aboot that, eh?
Nice goal, eh?
Um. Yeah. Anyways, he was a humor columnist, so, naturally, he was pretty, well, humorous. Two points stick in my mind, mainly regarding the war in Iraq. He mentioned that, being Canadian, he gets asked, when in the States, why Canada didn't send troops overseas.
1.) They're military force is still in Afghanistan, and he's doing all he can.
2.) Bush invaded Iraq right as the Stanley Cup playoffs were starting.
3.) In hockey, the French will still fight.
3 points. Like I said before. But, yeah, he was funny. Not Dave Barry funny, but funny all the same. I can recall at least 5 good laughs.
It's been awhile, but long-time followers of No Moore, none of whom read this blog, will attest to my odd tendency to deflect the ball into our own net. I think I can safely say I've vindicated myself for those times. Somehow or other I managed to sprawl across an empty net last night and whack a ball, deflected by one of our own, out of harm's way.
I don't want to name names, so we'll call the guy who deflected that ball "Steve."
But it's okay, because, as I said, I've done that many times myself. That said, I think we as a team played pretty good last night.
We lost 2-1.
I'm like, Mr. Comma tonight. Have you noticed?
In other thoughts:
I've been listening to and downloading a lot of 311 the past few days, and it reminded me of something from their show last August at the Um-Bee-Pav. Last song of the show was 'Down,' which was their first big single from '95. Lead singer Nick Hexum dedicated the song to their old school fans. Now, there were many people at this show who were probably 14-16 years old, and started going nuts as if they were old school 311 fans. Now, that album is almost 10 years old, and it was already 311's third major release. Before that, they had about 3 indie records. I started listening in '95, and don't even really consider myself old school. So for a bunch of kids who were 6 or 7 years old when that song came out to be acting like they've been with the band forever kinda irked me.
Or maybe I'm just going elitist or something. When you're as old as me, it's hard to tell.
I'm glad this week is almost over, since it's been dragging it's feet ever since Monday morning. Tomorrow may be Friday, but it took forever to get here. I'll be glad for the weekend. And I only have a four day week next week, culminating with a trip to Six Flags. The next week brings another concert at Um-Bee-Pav with Tom, and the following week sees another trip to VI Flags and a Weird Al concert.
Fun times ahead. Can you see them? They're just off to the left, behind those sycamores.
Comes and goes, it comes and goes.
Dave
Thursday, July 29
Sunday, July 25
His sitting was out of control by the end.
Sounds like me at work sometimes.
Like Friday, for instance. I spent more time sitting around thinking about working than actually working. It was one of those days. I also have taken to using my computer for downloading concerts, due to it's rapid (fast) internet connection. My current conquest is the massive 311 show from March 11 (ya know, 3/11 day). 68 songs!!! It makes for a lot of listening. I have to make sure I don't let downloading interfere with actual work, though. I think I'm doing okay.
I've been thinking, and I'm trying to decide if I like rediscovering bands I've always liked, discovering all new bands, or discovering the entire catalogue of bands I've always liked (i.e. Rush). I suppose two and three are sorta similar, but not enough. I bring this up mostly because I'm still on a Rush kick, more than a month after the concert. I think it's because their catalogue is quite large, and I only know a small portion of it. Getting to know the span of their 17 albums is quite a treat.
Still, it's always nice to go back and get into the splendor that is U2. The new album this fall is making it a lot more exciting. It's good stuff, believe you me.
Which reminds me: for being a tried-and-true U2 fan, I hereby award Jess an additional 17 1/4 points, which moves her above the boat parade guy and Richard Nixon to take a solid lead in fourth place on the points list with a total of 24 1/4.
Janice and I helped mum and Michael James move into their new house today. It's a very nice house. The basement has, oh, I don't know, about 87,000 turns and closets. It's extremely cool, but the potential of getting lost is high. The entire house has something close to 3 million light switches and another 16,000 outlets. That said, it's a wonderfully nice house, and I can't wait to see it when they get everything unpacked. The only downside? I want either move or redecorate my house. I think the second option is more likely, but I need money and an idea. Or two. So, any suggestions are welcome (even if you haven't seen the house!).
I was really disappointed with the weather this weekend. It was supposed to be sunny and not too hot, but instead, we get cool and rainy. What the hell? Rains out my Journal shoot and my plans to go shoot some stars, something I haven't done since last September. Sigh. Why must I be tortured so? By the by, if you've never gone out to take some star pictures, I highly recommend it. It's different, and very relaxing.
Just watch out for The Man.
The only other thing I want to say today: sometimes, some people just need to, as Bev might say, "just move on."
We'd better have another wienie roast.
Dave
Like Friday, for instance. I spent more time sitting around thinking about working than actually working. It was one of those days. I also have taken to using my computer for downloading concerts, due to it's rapid (fast) internet connection. My current conquest is the massive 311 show from March 11 (ya know, 3/11 day). 68 songs!!! It makes for a lot of listening. I have to make sure I don't let downloading interfere with actual work, though. I think I'm doing okay.
I've been thinking, and I'm trying to decide if I like rediscovering bands I've always liked, discovering all new bands, or discovering the entire catalogue of bands I've always liked (i.e. Rush). I suppose two and three are sorta similar, but not enough. I bring this up mostly because I'm still on a Rush kick, more than a month after the concert. I think it's because their catalogue is quite large, and I only know a small portion of it. Getting to know the span of their 17 albums is quite a treat.
Still, it's always nice to go back and get into the splendor that is U2. The new album this fall is making it a lot more exciting. It's good stuff, believe you me.
Which reminds me: for being a tried-and-true U2 fan, I hereby award Jess an additional 17 1/4 points, which moves her above the boat parade guy and Richard Nixon to take a solid lead in fourth place on the points list with a total of 24 1/4.
Janice and I helped mum and Michael James move into their new house today. It's a very nice house. The basement has, oh, I don't know, about 87,000 turns and closets. It's extremely cool, but the potential of getting lost is high. The entire house has something close to 3 million light switches and another 16,000 outlets. That said, it's a wonderfully nice house, and I can't wait to see it when they get everything unpacked. The only downside? I want either move or redecorate my house. I think the second option is more likely, but I need money and an idea. Or two. So, any suggestions are welcome (even if you haven't seen the house!).
I was really disappointed with the weather this weekend. It was supposed to be sunny and not too hot, but instead, we get cool and rainy. What the hell? Rains out my Journal shoot and my plans to go shoot some stars, something I haven't done since last September. Sigh. Why must I be tortured so? By the by, if you've never gone out to take some star pictures, I highly recommend it. It's different, and very relaxing.
Just watch out for The Man.
The only other thing I want to say today: sometimes, some people just need to, as Bev might say, "just move on."
We'd better have another wienie roast.
Dave
Wednesday, July 21
Always Forever Now
With the proper punctuation, that might make for an interesting advertising slogan, but I don't think U2 would go for it, so I'm not going to expend anymore thought on the issue.
Yeah, I know: it's not a Rush lyric.
10 points to anyone who can tell me which U2 album that song appears on. I don't award points as often as I used to, so I think this is a golden opportunity for someone to move up in the standings.
You didn't know about the standings? Well, currently, they are as follows:
1.) Janice: Q
2.) Tony Womack: 87
3.) Steve: 79
4.) Richard Nixon: 17
5.) that shirtless guy from the boat parade: 11
Everyone else is tied at 10 or less, so it's a pretty tight race. Tony's been moving up for the past month or two just on his hotness. Winners will be announced at the end of the year, and your prize packages will be mailed out c/o the Funny Farm, Chalfont.
Mmmm....I just realized I've been taking guitar lessons for over five years now and I still haven't mastered Where the Streets Have No Name, the greatest song ever written, I think. Considering it was the first song I ever had my teacher figure out for me, I should probably get back to it. Maybe once I finish this Rush song.
Have you ever had a feeling of total euphoria? Maybe some wave of total perfection rush over you? Sorta like...goosebumps to the Nth degree? If not, save your pennies, and go see U2 next spring on the road, and see if it happens when the intro to Streets comes up. It's a feeling I can't quite describe, but it was one of the best feelings I've ever had.
It's the power of music!
I think, and it might be close, that the Edge is almost as hot as Tony Womack. I mean, he's the Edge. Everyone calls him that. He makes wearing a beanie look cool. His goatee is even cool.
And did I mention he plays the guitar really well?
I haven't really said much of anything, but I'm working on posting thoughts as opposed to a recap of what I've been doing. It's a work in progress.
Janice's grandma is, apparently, a black-belt in karate. I'm duly impressed.
I've also reached the end of my thought train.
Dave
Yeah, I know: it's not a Rush lyric.
10 points to anyone who can tell me which U2 album that song appears on. I don't award points as often as I used to, so I think this is a golden opportunity for someone to move up in the standings.
You didn't know about the standings? Well, currently, they are as follows:
1.) Janice: Q
2.) Tony Womack: 87
3.) Steve: 79
4.) Richard Nixon: 17
5.) that shirtless guy from the boat parade: 11
Everyone else is tied at 10 or less, so it's a pretty tight race. Tony's been moving up for the past month or two just on his hotness. Winners will be announced at the end of the year, and your prize packages will be mailed out c/o the Funny Farm, Chalfont.
Mmmm....I just realized I've been taking guitar lessons for over five years now and I still haven't mastered Where the Streets Have No Name, the greatest song ever written, I think. Considering it was the first song I ever had my teacher figure out for me, I should probably get back to it. Maybe once I finish this Rush song.
Have you ever had a feeling of total euphoria? Maybe some wave of total perfection rush over you? Sorta like...goosebumps to the Nth degree? If not, save your pennies, and go see U2 next spring on the road, and see if it happens when the intro to Streets comes up. It's a feeling I can't quite describe, but it was one of the best feelings I've ever had.
It's the power of music!
I think, and it might be close, that the Edge is almost as hot as Tony Womack. I mean, he's the Edge. Everyone calls him that. He makes wearing a beanie look cool. His goatee is even cool.
And did I mention he plays the guitar really well?
I haven't really said much of anything, but I'm working on posting thoughts as opposed to a recap of what I've been doing. It's a work in progress.
Janice's grandma is, apparently, a black-belt in karate. I'm duly impressed.
I've also reached the end of my thought train.
Dave
Thursday, July 15
[insert Rush lyric here]
From the Ain't It Cool News Department:
I'm excited to report that Neil Peart (that's pronounced Pee-rt), drummer extraordinaire for the power trio, Rush, has the same birthday as me.
Cool, huh?
The greatest act can be one little victory.
Dave
I'm excited to report that Neil Peart (that's pronounced Pee-rt), drummer extraordinaire for the power trio, Rush, has the same birthday as me.
Cool, huh?
The greatest act can be one little victory.
Dave
Wednesday, July 14
An exercise in self-indulgence.
I'm going to keep this post brief. Short. Succinct. Terse. To the point. Cut straight to the heart of matters. Get to the point. Cut to the chase. No beating around the bush.
And so on.
Hut sut raw, sitting on a monkey, and so on, and so on.
........
There's a new rule for whiffle ball:
12 If a ball is hit, strikes the pitcher/fielder/whatever, and proceeds to deflect over the fence, that ball is, of course, a ground rule double.
You can't make this stuff up.
I'd like to point out that my previous post contained a slight error. The Cardinals, alas, did not sweep the Cubs, although they made their closer look pretty bad in the third game. I am happy to say our reps in the All-Star Game did a damn good job of representin'.
Special bonus points to mum for being uber nice and cleaning my bathroom yesterday after dinner.
Retroactive bonus points to mum for the uber cool card she gave me on my 16th birthday.
Imagine, if you will, opening that card, and finding a key taped to the inside.
A key!
To a car!
A car key!
In my card!
Also, were the words "here's the key to your car. If you can find it, it's yours."
Sweet!
Wait!
Ha! My mom, ever the joker. I still have the key taped to the inside, and never did try to find the car. Mom almost topped herself the next year with the 3-D Godzilla birthday card, but the key still wins.
My room is back to a state of almost cleanliness. I actually have a decent amount of extra storage space, and I'm not sure how to use it.
Ideas?
I'll be waiting over here.
By? By-tor? Buy? Bye bye!
Dave
And so on.
Hut sut raw, sitting on a monkey, and so on, and so on.
........
There's a new rule for whiffle ball:
12 If a ball is hit, strikes the pitcher/fielder/whatever, and proceeds to deflect over the fence, that ball is, of course, a ground rule double.
You can't make this stuff up.
I'd like to point out that my previous post contained a slight error. The Cardinals, alas, did not sweep the Cubs, although they made their closer look pretty bad in the third game. I am happy to say our reps in the All-Star Game did a damn good job of representin'.
Special bonus points to mum for being uber nice and cleaning my bathroom yesterday after dinner.
Retroactive bonus points to mum for the uber cool card she gave me on my 16th birthday.
Imagine, if you will, opening that card, and finding a key taped to the inside.
A key!
To a car!
A car key!
In my card!
Also, were the words "here's the key to your car. If you can find it, it's yours."
Sweet!
Wait!
Ha! My mom, ever the joker. I still have the key taped to the inside, and never did try to find the car. Mom almost topped herself the next year with the 3-D Godzilla birthday card, but the key still wins.
My room is back to a state of almost cleanliness. I actually have a decent amount of extra storage space, and I'm not sure how to use it.
Ideas?
I'll be waiting over here.
By? By-tor? Buy? Bye bye!
Dave
Sunday, July 11
Searching for the lost Xanadu.
Still going.
Anyways.
Somewhere in this world, likely in Japan, is a man (most likely) sitting comfortably in his house, basking in his wealth. This man, sometime ago, probably in the mid-eighties, decided that characters in video games should make a little noise when they jump. And his boss agreed, and now, for the past 20 years or so, I've had to listen to strange little noises in video games when my character jumps.
And for that, I need someone to go find that guy and take care of that little problem.
Yes, that's right: I need someone to go back in time and kick him right in the shins.
You may wonder why I'm expending all this energy to complain about such a trivial thing. Well, the simple reason is this: I got my old Nintendo working again, and bought the first 3 Mario games. Lotsa fun, and surprisingly, still challenging. Having spent the last few years beefing myself up on computer games, I figured I'd breeze right through those oldies.
Not quite. They can still be mighty frustrating at times. But fun all the same. So I can deal with it.
I have my performance review at work tomorrow. My boss has guaranteed I'm not being fired, so I suppose it's safe to go through with it. Supposedly I'll be getting a raise as well, so I might as well see it to the end. Odds are good we'll talk as much about the Cardinals being 9 games up on the Cubs (yeah, I'm predicting a sweep).
Sorry, Leah.
For those curious, Tom and Rachel are back in the country after their honeymoon. Tom was telling me yesterday about something that I think only men can truly comprehend. Or not, I could be wrong. Anyways. Rachel's mom came up to visit them and have dinner (BBQ). She and Rachel took it upon themselves to make the fire, and as Tom told me, it wasn't quite as he would have done it, and thusly, the coals weren't all that warm, and the burgers were slow to cook. I think, and again, I could we waaaaaaaaaaay off, the creating of a BBQ fire is a real 'guy thing,' and we can get pretty picky about the way it's done. Of all forms of cooking, I think BBQing is the 'manliest' form. Nothing against the other ways of cooking, but it's hard to beat cooking right over a fire.
Although, mom was always pretty adept at grilling.
Well that certainly puts a kink in that theory.
I have to start cleaning my room this afternoon. I may not emerge until sometime on Tuesday, if I get as involved as I usually do. And by involved, I mean completely destroying the room and then reassembling it in some new order.
You'll get that.
And with that, I'ma gonna go tend to some other tasks before the cleaning commenses. I need to get as much done as possible in time to watch the Cardinals sweep the Cubs.
They said they were going to buy me lunch, but I don't see anyone taking me to Chik-Fil-A.
Dave
Anyways.
Somewhere in this world, likely in Japan, is a man (most likely) sitting comfortably in his house, basking in his wealth. This man, sometime ago, probably in the mid-eighties, decided that characters in video games should make a little noise when they jump. And his boss agreed, and now, for the past 20 years or so, I've had to listen to strange little noises in video games when my character jumps.
And for that, I need someone to go find that guy and take care of that little problem.
Yes, that's right: I need someone to go back in time and kick him right in the shins.
You may wonder why I'm expending all this energy to complain about such a trivial thing. Well, the simple reason is this: I got my old Nintendo working again, and bought the first 3 Mario games. Lotsa fun, and surprisingly, still challenging. Having spent the last few years beefing myself up on computer games, I figured I'd breeze right through those oldies.
Not quite. They can still be mighty frustrating at times. But fun all the same. So I can deal with it.
I have my performance review at work tomorrow. My boss has guaranteed I'm not being fired, so I suppose it's safe to go through with it. Supposedly I'll be getting a raise as well, so I might as well see it to the end. Odds are good we'll talk as much about the Cardinals being 9 games up on the Cubs (yeah, I'm predicting a sweep).
Sorry, Leah.
For those curious, Tom and Rachel are back in the country after their honeymoon. Tom was telling me yesterday about something that I think only men can truly comprehend. Or not, I could be wrong. Anyways. Rachel's mom came up to visit them and have dinner (BBQ). She and Rachel took it upon themselves to make the fire, and as Tom told me, it wasn't quite as he would have done it, and thusly, the coals weren't all that warm, and the burgers were slow to cook. I think, and again, I could we waaaaaaaaaaay off, the creating of a BBQ fire is a real 'guy thing,' and we can get pretty picky about the way it's done. Of all forms of cooking, I think BBQing is the 'manliest' form. Nothing against the other ways of cooking, but it's hard to beat cooking right over a fire.
Although, mom was always pretty adept at grilling.
Well that certainly puts a kink in that theory.
I have to start cleaning my room this afternoon. I may not emerge until sometime on Tuesday, if I get as involved as I usually do. And by involved, I mean completely destroying the room and then reassembling it in some new order.
You'll get that.
And with that, I'ma gonna go tend to some other tasks before the cleaning commenses. I need to get as much done as possible in time to watch the Cardinals sweep the Cubs.
They said they were going to buy me lunch, but I don't see anyone taking me to Chik-Fil-A.
Dave
Monday, July 5
Between the wheels
Today was one of those days I really resented having to go spend money on food (it happens every once in awhile). I'll admit I rarely have a super concrete plan for the week dinner-wise when I hit the store, but I wasn't terribly into it today, which didn't help. And about half-way through, there was an anouncement on the PA that the storm knocked out the computer system or something, so the only way to pay is by check or cash.
Great. Because I have that much cash on me. And my checkbook.
So I started aimlessly wandering the store for a few minutes, trying to figure out what to do. Put everything back? Store the cart with someone somewhere and go grab some cash?
Then I remembered there was an ATM up front, so I went to use it. Like I said, I wasn't all there this morning. The only nice thing I can say about the ATM is it let me take out $50, or, had I wanted to, $30 (my bank's ATMs don't do that). I was still cranky though, and I ended up spending more than I wanted to. Maybe if I had a plan going in.
I spent the rest of the afternoon finishing my task of cleaning/straightening/etc.ing the basement. Lots of fun, believe you me. It's simply amazing how many empty boxes one can accumulate over time. Everytime I'd move something, there'd be an empty box. Every time I got rid of some old papers, boom, an empty box. Inside the empty boxes were, yes, more empty boxes. Even when I thought I'd got them all, I found another box with about 3 or 4 boxes in it. They now have an entire shelf all to themselves. All in all though, it went pretty well, and the basement is in better shape than it was (although at this writing, I've yet to run the vacuum). It's not perfect, but I've decided I can live with "pretty good" this time.
In other news:
I really hate Charter. Not only do they (in my mind) rip me off price-wise, but they don't even list prices on their website for other services in the event I decide to go with something else. If they do list the prices, they don't seem to be logically placed (as in "with the service description').
I did, however, get a reduction and a credit from Ameron, so I don't pay them this month, and will begin paying less next month. Whee!
I do like Janice's computer, as I was able to download an entire concert in about 12 hours, as opposed to the 100+ it would have required at home. Thanks to Janice and her computer.
Yesterday was my first 'proper' 4th of July in many years. Last year I was shooting for the Journal; the year before, shooting for the Word; the year before, I went to Dave's to blow some stuff up; and the year before (2000) I went downtown with Tones for the VP fair. So it's been 4 years. But yesterday, I went with Janice to Jess' (Jess's?) family lake house on Lake Tishimingo. There were many people, not limited to Janice's other boyfriend, Vince, and his dad, Mark (yes?), who gets points for being a really cool guy. Many other people I didn't know. Food. Plenty of. Dessert. Yum. And fireworks, too. Real honest to goodness, colorful, boomy fireworks. I was pleased.
And hey, tomorrow starts the week, but it's Tuesday!
Chew on that, why don'tcha.
I'm gonna go have some soup. And maybe talk to someone. Or I may not talk. But I'll still have the soup.
I can't think of anything to say.
Dave
Great. Because I have that much cash on me. And my checkbook.
So I started aimlessly wandering the store for a few minutes, trying to figure out what to do. Put everything back? Store the cart with someone somewhere and go grab some cash?
Then I remembered there was an ATM up front, so I went to use it. Like I said, I wasn't all there this morning. The only nice thing I can say about the ATM is it let me take out $50, or, had I wanted to, $30 (my bank's ATMs don't do that). I was still cranky though, and I ended up spending more than I wanted to. Maybe if I had a plan going in.
I spent the rest of the afternoon finishing my task of cleaning/straightening/etc.ing the basement. Lots of fun, believe you me. It's simply amazing how many empty boxes one can accumulate over time. Everytime I'd move something, there'd be an empty box. Every time I got rid of some old papers, boom, an empty box. Inside the empty boxes were, yes, more empty boxes. Even when I thought I'd got them all, I found another box with about 3 or 4 boxes in it. They now have an entire shelf all to themselves. All in all though, it went pretty well, and the basement is in better shape than it was (although at this writing, I've yet to run the vacuum). It's not perfect, but I've decided I can live with "pretty good" this time.
In other news:
I really hate Charter. Not only do they (in my mind) rip me off price-wise, but they don't even list prices on their website for other services in the event I decide to go with something else. If they do list the prices, they don't seem to be logically placed (as in "with the service description').
I did, however, get a reduction and a credit from Ameron, so I don't pay them this month, and will begin paying less next month. Whee!
I do like Janice's computer, as I was able to download an entire concert in about 12 hours, as opposed to the 100+ it would have required at home. Thanks to Janice and her computer.
Yesterday was my first 'proper' 4th of July in many years. Last year I was shooting for the Journal; the year before, shooting for the Word; the year before, I went to Dave's to blow some stuff up; and the year before (2000) I went downtown with Tones for the VP fair. So it's been 4 years. But yesterday, I went with Janice to Jess' (Jess's?) family lake house on Lake Tishimingo. There were many people, not limited to Janice's other boyfriend, Vince, and his dad, Mark (yes?), who gets points for being a really cool guy. Many other people I didn't know. Food. Plenty of. Dessert. Yum. And fireworks, too. Real honest to goodness, colorful, boomy fireworks. I was pleased.
And hey, tomorrow starts the week, but it's Tuesday!
Chew on that, why don'tcha.
I'm gonna go have some soup. And maybe talk to someone. Or I may not talk. But I'll still have the soup.
I can't think of anything to say.
Dave
Wednesday, June 30
A Man With a Plan.
I've just adopted a new strategy for life.
I will now be living a life of CONSTANT VIGILANCE so as to keep myself from falling into a world of SIN!!!!!.
thank you,
Dave
I will now be living a life of CONSTANT VIGILANCE so as to keep myself from falling into a world of SIN!!!!!.
thank you,
Dave
Monday, June 28
A modern day warrior, mean mean stride, today's Tom Sawyer, mean, mean pride.
I'm still on a Rush kick, it would seem. I suspect I'll get over it eventually, but I'm in no hurry.
Plus, I saw the musical version of Tom Sawyer with Janice yesterday. It was....well, it was interesting. Not necessarily bad, but definitely kinda goofy at parts. However, I think whoever wrote the thing meant well, so I'll give 'em credit for that. It's chief downfall, I think, is that the author felt the need to have a song in every scene. So everytime the plot picked up a bit, a song would drag it down. And some of the songs were a tad unneccessary.
Still, I kinda liked it. And Jess, if you're reading, nice job. Your cheque is in the post.
What else.
Oh yeah, Tom and Rachel got married on Saturday. I'll backtrack to Thursday for the bachelor party. Tom's friend from school organized it all. We met at Dave and Buster's and proceeded to buy Tom some drinks and play a lot of silly games (always fun, of course). I bought Tom (and myself) a Hurricane, and it wasn't too bad. A bit much at first, but by the end, not all that bad. And, after having around 6 (VI) drinks, Tom seemed no different than usual. I think he put it something to the effect that since he was so outgoing in the first place, he had no inhibitions to lose anyways. I was only partially listening when he was explaining the logic (probably watching the baseball game).
Friday was the rehearsal dinner out in Montgomery City. It only took us a couple run-throughs to (more or less) get everything figured out. I think we ran through it twice mostly for the sake of the groomsmen. For some reason it took all our abilities to get lined up properly. Janice can attest to that. But we did get through it, which is most important. Then dinner, which was quite good, and a fun drive home.
Saturday was Wedding Day. I got to Tom's hotel around 11:30, and we had a grand 'ol time getting ourselves all spruced up (read: hot). Tom, that doyen of fashion, managed to try out a nose AND ear piercing all in a 5 minute span. Thankfully, and probably for Rachel's sake, he went sans piercing. We also spent some time in the largest rocking chair in Montgomery City, which, for some reason, I don't have a picture of. We got to the church around noon:30 or so for pictures with the professional and his Haasselblad. Anthony and I had to block Tom for a few minutes, lest he see Rachel while she was doing her pictures outside. So we stood around for awhile, looking hot (but not as hot as Tony Womack), got our pictures taken, and got ready for the wedding. It may come as no surprise that we groomspersons were going over our routine beforehand, lest we make ourselves look really goofy during the actual ceremony.
I'm happy to report that all went well. Not a single glitch anywhere.
The reception was a blast. I even managed to do some actual dancing. Well, I think it was dancing. I was moving around to music, but if it was any good is up for discussion. At one point, Tom cam up to me and said that if they played any Cowboy Mouth, I had to go out and dance, as I hadn't yet (I refuse to learn the Electric Slide, sorry). So, of course, not 5 minutes later, I hear 'Invincible,' and my fate is sealed. Apparently, some of Tom's Truman gang had grabbed their Mouth mix CD and taken it to the DJ. And I'm glad they did. For all the fuss I make about my (lack of) moves, I do enjoy myself out there. Later on, all the guys, still looking pretty hot, got up on the stage and busted a move or two to 'Legs.' Fun times. And, to cap off the evening, I caught the garter. Wild stuff.
The wedding will be...when I get around to it. I'll keep you all posted.
So I've been to 4 weddings over the past few years now, and I have two more next year. I've not necessarily felt the overwhelming urge to go and get married, as some people might, I suspect, but, after seeing Tom and Rachel on Saturday, I do know that it's something I want someday, when I'm ready (which, I know I'm not yet). I don't think either of them were without a smile for more than a minute or so Saturday, and I was like "yeah, this feels right."
So there you go.
I wish nothing but the best for those two.
Righto. Off to work I go.
Cheery bye,
Dave
Plus, I saw the musical version of Tom Sawyer with Janice yesterday. It was....well, it was interesting. Not necessarily bad, but definitely kinda goofy at parts. However, I think whoever wrote the thing meant well, so I'll give 'em credit for that. It's chief downfall, I think, is that the author felt the need to have a song in every scene. So everytime the plot picked up a bit, a song would drag it down. And some of the songs were a tad unneccessary.
Still, I kinda liked it. And Jess, if you're reading, nice job. Your cheque is in the post.
What else.
Oh yeah, Tom and Rachel got married on Saturday. I'll backtrack to Thursday for the bachelor party. Tom's friend from school organized it all. We met at Dave and Buster's and proceeded to buy Tom some drinks and play a lot of silly games (always fun, of course). I bought Tom (and myself) a Hurricane, and it wasn't too bad. A bit much at first, but by the end, not all that bad. And, after having around 6 (VI) drinks, Tom seemed no different than usual. I think he put it something to the effect that since he was so outgoing in the first place, he had no inhibitions to lose anyways. I was only partially listening when he was explaining the logic (probably watching the baseball game).
Friday was the rehearsal dinner out in Montgomery City. It only took us a couple run-throughs to (more or less) get everything figured out. I think we ran through it twice mostly for the sake of the groomsmen. For some reason it took all our abilities to get lined up properly. Janice can attest to that. But we did get through it, which is most important. Then dinner, which was quite good, and a fun drive home.
Saturday was Wedding Day. I got to Tom's hotel around 11:30, and we had a grand 'ol time getting ourselves all spruced up (read: hot). Tom, that doyen of fashion, managed to try out a nose AND ear piercing all in a 5 minute span. Thankfully, and probably for Rachel's sake, he went sans piercing. We also spent some time in the largest rocking chair in Montgomery City, which, for some reason, I don't have a picture of. We got to the church around noon:30 or so for pictures with the professional and his Haasselblad. Anthony and I had to block Tom for a few minutes, lest he see Rachel while she was doing her pictures outside. So we stood around for awhile, looking hot (but not as hot as Tony Womack), got our pictures taken, and got ready for the wedding. It may come as no surprise that we groomspersons were going over our routine beforehand, lest we make ourselves look really goofy during the actual ceremony.
I'm happy to report that all went well. Not a single glitch anywhere.
The reception was a blast. I even managed to do some actual dancing. Well, I think it was dancing. I was moving around to music, but if it was any good is up for discussion. At one point, Tom cam up to me and said that if they played any Cowboy Mouth, I had to go out and dance, as I hadn't yet (I refuse to learn the Electric Slide, sorry). So, of course, not 5 minutes later, I hear 'Invincible,' and my fate is sealed. Apparently, some of Tom's Truman gang had grabbed their Mouth mix CD and taken it to the DJ. And I'm glad they did. For all the fuss I make about my (lack of) moves, I do enjoy myself out there. Later on, all the guys, still looking pretty hot, got up on the stage and busted a move or two to 'Legs.' Fun times. And, to cap off the evening, I caught the garter. Wild stuff.
The wedding will be...when I get around to it. I'll keep you all posted.
So I've been to 4 weddings over the past few years now, and I have two more next year. I've not necessarily felt the overwhelming urge to go and get married, as some people might, I suspect, but, after seeing Tom and Rachel on Saturday, I do know that it's something I want someday, when I'm ready (which, I know I'm not yet). I don't think either of them were without a smile for more than a minute or so Saturday, and I was like "yeah, this feels right."
So there you go.
I wish nothing but the best for those two.
Righto. Off to work I go.
Cheery bye,
Dave
Monday, June 21
All good things...
It's currently...8:17 a.m. on Monday, June 21.
I am now back at work after 10 wonderful days off. I'd like to have more time off, but any longer, and I may not have come back at all. So it was probably just long enough to recharge my cells.
Let's see...what did I do the last week and then some?
-went to Forest Park for ye olde Shakespeare/Juggling Jeff Festival
-saw Rush
-went to Aunt Diane's
-tortured some cats
-saw the Flecktones in Columbia
-finally got new contacts for my left eye (a big thing, really)
-got a haircut
-went to the baseball game
-had dinner at dad's
For being off, I sure kept pretty busy. And now I have to get psyched up for Tom's wedding this weekend. Crazy. I've been to weddings for a couple friends over the past two years, but this will be the first wedding for a close friend. Crap. We must be getting old or something.
Or more mature. Yeah, I like that better.
And in two or three weeks, I'll have been commander in chief of the house for a solid year. That's a scary thought. I haven't destroyed it, failed to pay a bill, or get evicted.
Yet.
It ain't easy, believe you me, but maybe, just maybe, I'm getting the hang of it.
And now, I'ma go back to work.
If I can remember how, that is.
YYZ,
Dave
I am now back at work after 10 wonderful days off. I'd like to have more time off, but any longer, and I may not have come back at all. So it was probably just long enough to recharge my cells.
Let's see...what did I do the last week and then some?
-went to Forest Park for ye olde Shakespeare/Juggling Jeff Festival
-saw Rush
-went to Aunt Diane's
-tortured some cats
-saw the Flecktones in Columbia
-finally got new contacts for my left eye (a big thing, really)
-got a haircut
-went to the baseball game
-had dinner at dad's
For being off, I sure kept pretty busy. And now I have to get psyched up for Tom's wedding this weekend. Crazy. I've been to weddings for a couple friends over the past two years, but this will be the first wedding for a close friend. Crap. We must be getting old or something.
Or more mature. Yeah, I like that better.
And in two or three weeks, I'll have been commander in chief of the house for a solid year. That's a scary thought. I haven't destroyed it, failed to pay a bill, or get evicted.
Yet.
It ain't easy, believe you me, but maybe, just maybe, I'm getting the hang of it.
And now, I'ma go back to work.
If I can remember how, that is.
YYZ,
Dave
Thursday, June 17
A bullet-time mentality
In case you were wondering:
-The cats are showing no signs of residual trauma from their recent trip.
-The Flecktones are, of course, still amazing.
-Jake -insert long last name-, the ukelele player, is fantastic.
-Pamelia Kiersten is, at once, fascinating and extremely creepy when she's playing her
theramin.
-Never assume that a concert will start at 8:15.
-I got my left contacts traded in, and now I can use them again.
-Which means I can now actually wear sunglasses for the first time since...March.
-I looked at Chip when I got home from the eye doctor, and I swear she looked bigger.
-I got a bill from the gas company for $131, twice my normal cost. I must find out what
the deal is.
-Jehovah's Witness is (are?) getting sneaky. First they call, then they use a little
bit of slick talking to bring their info to your door.
-Of course, people are easier to talk around at 10 a.m. when they've been roused from
slumber.
-Soccer should not by played indoors when the air is thick enough to be sliced with a
knife.
-It does seem to invigorate our team, though: we tied, which is a huge step up from our
normal routine the past few weeks.
-Leah is upset with me because I beat Steve in chess. I suspect this will pass.
It's almost 12:30 o'clock. I need to call the gas company and hope they messed up. I hope you've enjoyed today's special "bullet-time post."
New background coming, I swear.
whoa.
Dave
-The cats are showing no signs of residual trauma from their recent trip.
-The Flecktones are, of course, still amazing.
-Jake -insert long last name-, the ukelele player, is fantastic.
-Pamelia Kiersten is, at once, fascinating and extremely creepy when she's playing her
theramin.
-Never assume that a concert will start at 8:15.
-I got my left contacts traded in, and now I can use them again.
-Which means I can now actually wear sunglasses for the first time since...March.
-I looked at Chip when I got home from the eye doctor, and I swear she looked bigger.
-I got a bill from the gas company for $131, twice my normal cost. I must find out what
the deal is.
-Jehovah's Witness is (are?) getting sneaky. First they call, then they use a little
bit of slick talking to bring their info to your door.
-Of course, people are easier to talk around at 10 a.m. when they've been roused from
slumber.
-Soccer should not by played indoors when the air is thick enough to be sliced with a
knife.
-It does seem to invigorate our team, though: we tied, which is a huge step up from our
normal routine the past few weeks.
-Leah is upset with me because I beat Steve in chess. I suspect this will pass.
It's almost 12:30 o'clock. I need to call the gas company and hope they messed up. I hope you've enjoyed today's special "bullet-time post."
New background coming, I swear.
whoa.
Dave
Monday, June 14
La Villa Strangiato
Hello, friends.
"WHY CAN'T THEY MAKE INTERESTING MOVIES ANYMORE?"
Alex Lifeson, guitarist extraordinaire for the Canadian power trio Rush, said that at a recent concert.
He didn't say that at the show I attended on Saturday night, but it's okay. I actually couldn't understand what he said during his little rant, but that's okay. I could understand what Geddy was saying, and since he does lead vocals, that works out pretty well.
Did I mention it was a good show? If not, let me say it.
"It was a fantastic show. 31 songs, 3+ hours, and they played pretty much everything I could have asked for. It's amazing how much sound 3 guys can put out. And how well they all play. I mean, if I were putting together a band, my first choice for bass and drums would probably be Geddy and Neil. Neil wins hands-down over anyone, I think, and Geddy might just eke out a victory over Vic or Lord Adam Clayton. It'd be pretty damn close. And after 30 years, they don't seem to have lost much of anything. They sound better now than a lot of bands do in their prime. I really can't see any of today's bands being popular enough to play to a full house in 30 years. Hell, I can't see some of these bands being around in 5 (insert Nickelback joke here). So yeah, go Rush.
But why aren't they in the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame?
In other news:
Congrats to mum and Mike on their (more or less) acquistion of a house.
Kudos to Aunt Diane for: a.) not killing me with her cooking, and b.) getting Chip in her cat carrier twice, and not suffering anywhere near as many injuries as I did trying to get her in that thing once.
I'd like to think I'm pretty...stiff upper lip when it comes to pain, but having a set of cat claws dig into my back put me over. Trying to get Chip into her carrier yesterday was an ordeal the likes of which I've not had in some time, and I'm not exaggerating. Granted, I was trying to put her in the wrong way most of the time, but still.
Ouch. Sweeny Todd is playing on my back, if you catch my drift.
All of this so I could get the cats to Aunt Di's house for to see the vet. Why drive 2 hours when there are lots of vets here in town?
Dr. Unal: $32 for shots
STL vets: $80 for shots
There you go. "Cat Trauma Weekend" has officially ended for this year. At least I'll know what to do when we do the shots thing next year.
I am now knee-deep in my vacation. It's pretty cool, and it reminds me how much I miss this sort of thing every summer. One of the pitfalls of working all the time. I took a walk around Auntie Di's place today, and realized, when I got back, that I hadn't thought about a single concrete thing. Generally, people take walks to think, but I took a walk and completely shut my higher brain off. How cool is that? I should do that more often.
I should take a week off more often, too.
From one concert to another: we're hitting the Flecktones tomorrow. Good times ahead. But for now, Ima go change my sheets.
They call me the workin' man, I guess that's what I am,*
Dave
*not this week!
"WHY CAN'T THEY MAKE INTERESTING MOVIES ANYMORE?"
Alex Lifeson, guitarist extraordinaire for the Canadian power trio Rush, said that at a recent concert.
He didn't say that at the show I attended on Saturday night, but it's okay. I actually couldn't understand what he said during his little rant, but that's okay. I could understand what Geddy was saying, and since he does lead vocals, that works out pretty well.
Did I mention it was a good show? If not, let me say it.
"It was a fantastic show. 31 songs, 3+ hours, and they played pretty much everything I could have asked for. It's amazing how much sound 3 guys can put out. And how well they all play. I mean, if I were putting together a band, my first choice for bass and drums would probably be Geddy and Neil. Neil wins hands-down over anyone, I think, and Geddy might just eke out a victory over Vic or Lord Adam Clayton. It'd be pretty damn close. And after 30 years, they don't seem to have lost much of anything. They sound better now than a lot of bands do in their prime. I really can't see any of today's bands being popular enough to play to a full house in 30 years. Hell, I can't see some of these bands being around in 5 (insert Nickelback joke here). So yeah, go Rush.
But why aren't they in the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame?
In other news:
Congrats to mum and Mike on their (more or less) acquistion of a house.
Kudos to Aunt Diane for: a.) not killing me with her cooking, and b.) getting Chip in her cat carrier twice, and not suffering anywhere near as many injuries as I did trying to get her in that thing once.
I'd like to think I'm pretty...stiff upper lip when it comes to pain, but having a set of cat claws dig into my back put me over. Trying to get Chip into her carrier yesterday was an ordeal the likes of which I've not had in some time, and I'm not exaggerating. Granted, I was trying to put her in the wrong way most of the time, but still.
Ouch. Sweeny Todd is playing on my back, if you catch my drift.
All of this so I could get the cats to Aunt Di's house for to see the vet. Why drive 2 hours when there are lots of vets here in town?
Dr. Unal: $32 for shots
STL vets: $80 for shots
There you go. "Cat Trauma Weekend" has officially ended for this year. At least I'll know what to do when we do the shots thing next year.
I am now knee-deep in my vacation. It's pretty cool, and it reminds me how much I miss this sort of thing every summer. One of the pitfalls of working all the time. I took a walk around Auntie Di's place today, and realized, when I got back, that I hadn't thought about a single concrete thing. Generally, people take walks to think, but I took a walk and completely shut my higher brain off. How cool is that? I should do that more often.
I should take a week off more often, too.
From one concert to another: we're hitting the Flecktones tomorrow. Good times ahead. But for now, Ima go change my sheets.
They call me the workin' man, I guess that's what I am,*
Dave
*not this week!
Saturday, June 12
A certain amount of resistance to the forces of light and heat.
Greetings one and everyone,
I was going to apologize for the lack of updates lately, but I decided not to. Besides, George was looking at me like "why should you? you spent all your free time with me, so who cares about them?"
Can't argue with that.
Today is Sunday.
No, wait. It's Saturday, but it sure as hell feels like a Sunday, seeing as how I was off work yesterday. I may not care much for our current president, but I do enjoy getting days off. Yes, I know it was supposed to be a day of mourning, but shoot, I was just a pup when Reagan was in office, and by the time I got to the point where I could invest some interest in politics, he was long removed from the scene. So I'm pretty neutral to the guy. Now, I'm sorry he died, but that's about the best I can do. I'm also a bit weirded out at how every media outlet has been gushing out nothing but accolades for the guy. I'm sure he did some good things in office, and was, overall, a nice guy, but you'd think he was flawless while in office.
Just kinda weird. And way off where I was going with this post.
So yeah, I was off yesterday, and it was truly wonderful. I also find myself staring an entire week off right in the eyes. How will I ever make it? I'll have to force myself to see Rush. And the Flecktones. And HP3 at the Omnimax. And sleep in. It'll be rough, but I can do it!
Thursday night I went with Steve, Amy, and Janice to the ShakespeareFest Two-Thousand Fooooooouuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr! The play was pretty good, even if it took me 20-30 minutes to figure out what was going on. The musical insertions were a lot of fun, and I bet even the Bard himself would get a kick out of the rap and wacky dance scenes. Then there was that Jeff guy. Juggling Jeff. Have you seen him? No? Well go see him. Even if you don't stay for the show, you should go see him. If you can't make it there, let me know, and I'll get you a schedule of his appearances for the library's summer reading club. No excuses.
Janice, Jess, and Matt came over last night for a little bit of Manos to get us through the night. Nothing like Manos. I think it might have got a bigger reaction than UHF, although I'm not totally sure. We also watched some old Nickelodeon game shows, which was a hoot, and downed a lot of soda. Somehow or other, we wound up outside at around 11:00 or so, trying to hit whiffle balls in the dark. It must have been all the soda we drank. Good times were had by all, and no eyes were poked out.
I got a cigar from my guitar teacher on Wednesday to celebrate the birth of his first baby (a girl. Very cool and all, but I have no clue what I'm gonna do with the cigar.
I also need to go change and such not so I can go do a shoot and buy some groceries.
Then I can come home and go see me some Rush.
Caught in the camera eye,
Dave
I was going to apologize for the lack of updates lately, but I decided not to. Besides, George was looking at me like "why should you? you spent all your free time with me, so who cares about them?"
Can't argue with that.
Today is Sunday.
No, wait. It's Saturday, but it sure as hell feels like a Sunday, seeing as how I was off work yesterday. I may not care much for our current president, but I do enjoy getting days off. Yes, I know it was supposed to be a day of mourning, but shoot, I was just a pup when Reagan was in office, and by the time I got to the point where I could invest some interest in politics, he was long removed from the scene. So I'm pretty neutral to the guy. Now, I'm sorry he died, but that's about the best I can do. I'm also a bit weirded out at how every media outlet has been gushing out nothing but accolades for the guy. I'm sure he did some good things in office, and was, overall, a nice guy, but you'd think he was flawless while in office.
Just kinda weird. And way off where I was going with this post.
So yeah, I was off yesterday, and it was truly wonderful. I also find myself staring an entire week off right in the eyes. How will I ever make it? I'll have to force myself to see Rush. And the Flecktones. And HP3 at the Omnimax. And sleep in. It'll be rough, but I can do it!
Thursday night I went with Steve, Amy, and Janice to the ShakespeareFest Two-Thousand Fooooooouuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr! The play was pretty good, even if it took me 20-30 minutes to figure out what was going on. The musical insertions were a lot of fun, and I bet even the Bard himself would get a kick out of the rap and wacky dance scenes. Then there was that Jeff guy. Juggling Jeff. Have you seen him? No? Well go see him. Even if you don't stay for the show, you should go see him. If you can't make it there, let me know, and I'll get you a schedule of his appearances for the library's summer reading club. No excuses.
Janice, Jess, and Matt came over last night for a little bit of Manos to get us through the night. Nothing like Manos. I think it might have got a bigger reaction than UHF, although I'm not totally sure. We also watched some old Nickelodeon game shows, which was a hoot, and downed a lot of soda. Somehow or other, we wound up outside at around 11:00 or so, trying to hit whiffle balls in the dark. It must have been all the soda we drank. Good times were had by all, and no eyes were poked out.
I got a cigar from my guitar teacher on Wednesday to celebrate the birth of his first baby (a girl. Very cool and all, but I have no clue what I'm gonna do with the cigar.
I also need to go change and such not so I can go do a shoot and buy some groceries.
Then I can come home and go see me some Rush.
Caught in the camera eye,
Dave
Monday, June 7
Sunday, June 6
'fo drizzle, yo
It took me forever to come up with that subject, and I can't say I really like it all that much. But it is a subject, and I think I can live with it.
Anyways.
Remember me? I post here every once in awhile, too. I have no explanation for my recent slackingnessity, other than I'm a slacker. So there.
Obviously, my attempt to one-up Steve in the Big Words Fest Two Thousand-Foooooouuuur! failed. Miserably.
Let's see. Since my last post I've.....um...
Seen HP3. And loved it to death. New director? Excellent job, sir. I can't pronounce your name, but that's beside the point. SPFX team? For Buckbeak alone, you deserve at least a pat on the back. Maybe two. But then you have to figure in the dementors, and that just puts it over the top. I don't get creeped out by movies too often, but the first appearance they made managed to send a chill down my spine. Bravo. And it was wonderful to see an actual adaptation of the book, as opposed to a blow-by-blow filming if stuff happening. I could quibble a bit, but I shan't, because the good outweighs the bad by about 13 tons.
Garfield should be stopped.
I wound up with a glass of diet coke in my lap last night. It's an interesting experience.
I also decided I'd make a terribly Buddhist. The whole 'life is suffering' thing just doesn't work with my personality. Even when things are going cruddy, I can still find something to take a bit of joy in. So there. No dementors gonna be sucking out my soul.
I like how I tied Buddhism into HP. Go, me.
Yesterday was the kick-off for the 2004 SRC at SLCL. Lots of kids, animals, balloons, et cetera. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am--guaranteed cute. Makes my job so easy sometimes. I also got to see Zach and his mom yesterday. I hadn't seen them in almost a year, sinc my last week at JB. They used to come up for story time, and Zach, who's probably 5 now, would want to play on our computers (well, he'd try to at least). And I was his favorite person since I helped him get the games on the 'puter working. And he was just adorable. And his mom is extremely nice. I miss them.
Does this post have a herky-jerky feel to it? It seem like it does. Oh well.
I've got so much crap to pay for right now. Regular bills, dentists, charities, wedding gifts...sigh. Anyone want to make a donation?
Janice and I went down to mum's tonight for dinner. It was oodles of fun. Mike grilled up some mean brats (among other things) and no one died! Yay! We also perused her collection of pictures. So Janice got to see pictures of me from kindergarten and the like. Back when I was adorable.
I was going to go on some more, but I just noticed it's 12:30. Some of us need to get to bed...
And this post wasn't going anywheres anyways.
Vavoom, I'm gone!
Dave
Anyways.
Remember me? I post here every once in awhile, too. I have no explanation for my recent slackingnessity, other than I'm a slacker. So there.
Obviously, my attempt to one-up Steve in the Big Words Fest Two Thousand-Foooooouuuur! failed. Miserably.
Let's see. Since my last post I've.....um...
Seen HP3. And loved it to death. New director? Excellent job, sir. I can't pronounce your name, but that's beside the point. SPFX team? For Buckbeak alone, you deserve at least a pat on the back. Maybe two. But then you have to figure in the dementors, and that just puts it over the top. I don't get creeped out by movies too often, but the first appearance they made managed to send a chill down my spine. Bravo. And it was wonderful to see an actual adaptation of the book, as opposed to a blow-by-blow filming if stuff happening. I could quibble a bit, but I shan't, because the good outweighs the bad by about 13 tons.
Garfield should be stopped.
I wound up with a glass of diet coke in my lap last night. It's an interesting experience.
I also decided I'd make a terribly Buddhist. The whole 'life is suffering' thing just doesn't work with my personality. Even when things are going cruddy, I can still find something to take a bit of joy in. So there. No dementors gonna be sucking out my soul.
I like how I tied Buddhism into HP. Go, me.
Yesterday was the kick-off for the 2004 SRC at SLCL. Lots of kids, animals, balloons, et cetera. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am--guaranteed cute. Makes my job so easy sometimes. I also got to see Zach and his mom yesterday. I hadn't seen them in almost a year, sinc my last week at JB. They used to come up for story time, and Zach, who's probably 5 now, would want to play on our computers (well, he'd try to at least). And I was his favorite person since I helped him get the games on the 'puter working. And he was just adorable. And his mom is extremely nice. I miss them.
Does this post have a herky-jerky feel to it? It seem like it does. Oh well.
I've got so much crap to pay for right now. Regular bills, dentists, charities, wedding gifts...sigh. Anyone want to make a donation?
Janice and I went down to mum's tonight for dinner. It was oodles of fun. Mike grilled up some mean brats (among other things) and no one died! Yay! We also perused her collection of pictures. So Janice got to see pictures of me from kindergarten and the like. Back when I was adorable.
I was going to go on some more, but I just noticed it's 12:30. Some of us need to get to bed...
And this post wasn't going anywheres anyways.
Vavoom, I'm gone!
Dave
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