When walking out of the office after making the below post, there was a dude on the park bench completely tearing ass on a banjo. Just sitting there, by himself, middle of smalltown nothing, no one around, just ripping the shit out of that banjo. It was surreal, and awesome "Walking to the Car After Work on a Cool, Sunny Afternoon" theme music.
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Jumped the gun there..
Yah, I shouldn't do my strangest whatever of the day posts until the actual end of the day.
When walking out of the office after making the below post, there was a dude on the park bench completely tearing ass on a banjo. Just sitting there, by himself, middle of smalltown nothing, no one around, just ripping the shit out of that banjo. It was surreal, and awesome "Walking to the Car After Work on a Cool, Sunny Afternoon" theme music.
When walking out of the office after making the below post, there was a dude on the park bench completely tearing ass on a banjo. Just sitting there, by himself, middle of smalltown nothing, no one around, just ripping the shit out of that banjo. It was surreal, and awesome "Walking to the Car After Work on a Cool, Sunny Afternoon" theme music.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Hrmm...
Strangest thing I've heard today:
Soul Asylum cover of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing".
...it's... interesting.
Soul Asylum cover of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing".
...it's... interesting.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
laborday!!
Friday: Took off early, ran errands, got home around 4:30. Picked up the Kerwins from Lambert at 8ish, then to Lleywewellweselwlllwllwsyns for beer, chips and yumminess. Headed east from there, arriving at Friday's South, where Lori and the crew were at, which was cool. Hung with them for a bit, more beer, then over to LJ Ducks where the bar unicorn known as Dane was at, along with more beer. Things get pretty blurry at that point. There was jacuzzi action and then sleeping at 5, not sure when we got home, if we did anything prior to jacuzzi, or afterwards though. Lots of good convo though, as what normally leads to watery time-travelling. That, and copious amounts of booze. Oh, and cigars. Yah. I remember that now. Wow.
Saturday: Woke up severly disabled from Friday. Spent the majority of the day doing absolutely nothing. Hit Spring Garden for the love, then chilled. Watched Hostel. Eventually got ready, and headed to Wash Ave for some food lovin. Downtown was a clusterfuck due to a perfect storm of UI/Mizzou Game, Cards Game and Blues Festival all at the same time. Valet lot at Lucas was closed, somehow we found street parking a block away though. Big-ass awesome meal at Lucas with the Camp-Davies and Heleln's friend Michelle, then meandering we went. I somehow had it in my head there were more lounge places in the immediate area, so I failed there, cuz there wasn't anything that grabbed us. Eric suggested the Dubliner, which we hit, and was awesome. 4 hot scottish chicks rocking out on the accordian/violin/drums/keyboard with semi-traditional music, and retardedly-drunken Mizzou fans made for good entertainment. Split after that, saw the most drunk man ever meandering the sidewalk, left the Davies, then back to Cville, where the effects of Friday were still weighing heavily on us. Don't recall what we did, actually. In bed semi-early I think.
Sunday: Woke up semi-late, ellen rocked the blueberry pancakes and egg/bacon lovin. Played some Xbox, Got ready, and rolled out to City Museum for climbing and the usual joy. Met up with the Lammles at Hacienda afterwards where we downed multiple pitchers of margarita, and I had the best damn crabmeat enchilada of my life. Seriously love that thing so much. Took the Kerwins on the nickel tour of the Central St. Louis burbs, then headed east again, where we procured 30 Stones, mini Coors lights, and some other booze, and fired up the beer pong table where John & I kicked arse. Then the longest game of cutthroat cricket ever, followed
by a semi-drunken viewing of Chris' movie, and passing out.
Monday: Woke up, ate again, Ellen had some sort of bloodsugar issue, so she was very incapacitated, it was a little scary, actually. Took the Kerwins to Lambert, hauled ass back to check on Ellen, she was faring a little better. Got some non-sugary food into her and got her moved to the living room for detox. I headed over to Helen & Erics for a bit to watch the Cardinals get ass-raped by the Pirates and a have a few beers. Went back home to check on Ellen who was still beat. Grabbed some food, and she finally levelled off, but still tired. Watched the rest of Arrested Dev Season 1, caught up on DVR shit, and were in bed by nine.
Today, I'm tired, discombobulated and still suffering sinus death, which I managed to stave off all weekend fairly well by drowing it with booze, but now it's back with a vengance and I feel particluarlly shitty. Yay.
Saturday: Woke up severly disabled from Friday. Spent the majority of the day doing absolutely nothing. Hit Spring Garden for the love, then chilled. Watched Hostel. Eventually got ready, and headed to Wash Ave for some food lovin. Downtown was a clusterfuck due to a perfect storm of UI/Mizzou Game, Cards Game and Blues Festival all at the same time. Valet lot at Lucas was closed, somehow we found street parking a block away though. Big-ass awesome meal at Lucas with the Camp-Davies and Heleln's friend Michelle, then meandering we went. I somehow had it in my head there were more lounge places in the immediate area, so I failed there, cuz there wasn't anything that grabbed us. Eric suggested the Dubliner, which we hit, and was awesome. 4 hot scottish chicks rocking out on the accordian/violin/drums/keyboard with semi-traditional music, and retardedly-drunken Mizzou fans made for good entertainment. Split after that, saw the most drunk man ever meandering the sidewalk, left the Davies, then back to Cville, where the effects of Friday were still weighing heavily on us. Don't recall what we did, actually. In bed semi-early I think.
Sunday: Woke up semi-late, ellen rocked the blueberry pancakes and egg/bacon lovin. Played some Xbox, Got ready, and rolled out to City Museum for climbing and the usual joy. Met up with the Lammles at Hacienda afterwards where we downed multiple pitchers of margarita, and I had the best damn crabmeat enchilada of my life. Seriously love that thing so much. Took the Kerwins on the nickel tour of the Central St. Louis burbs, then headed east again, where we procured 30 Stones, mini Coors lights, and some other booze, and fired up the beer pong table where John & I kicked arse. Then the longest game of cutthroat cricket ever, followed
by a semi-drunken viewing of Chris' movie, and passing out.
Monday: Woke up, ate again, Ellen had some sort of bloodsugar issue, so she was very incapacitated, it was a little scary, actually. Took the Kerwins to Lambert, hauled ass back to check on Ellen, she was faring a little better. Got some non-sugary food into her and got her moved to the living room for detox. I headed over to Helen & Erics for a bit to watch the Cardinals get ass-raped by the Pirates and a have a few beers. Went back home to check on Ellen who was still beat. Grabbed some food, and she finally levelled off, but still tired. Watched the rest of Arrested Dev Season 1, caught up on DVR shit, and were in bed by nine.
Today, I'm tired, discombobulated and still suffering sinus death, which I managed to stave off all weekend fairly well by drowing it with booze, but now it's back with a vengance and I feel particluarlly shitty. Yay.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Better late than never
I'm en route to my original plan of hitting 215 before my 10 year reunion (which was in July, whoops). I passed the 220 mark this morning, down to 219. Ellen being on a psycho carbless diet is really the biggest catalyst at this point. Since she generally guys the grocs, we've got all sorts of healthy shit in the house now, and I don't/can't gorge myself when I get home like I'm used to.
Exercise routine right now is...nothing. Planning on getting (another) weight set this fall and bust out some mad reps, yo. I figure if I blog this, it'll make me kinda responsible and wanna maintain. But probably not. My ultimate goal is to get back down to the 200 range, like I was when I moved back from CO (after going there weighing 280+), but with some sort of tone, instead of just kinda skinny (for my frame). So basically, the shape I was in during high school, which is apparently the goal you set when you near 30.
Exercise routine right now is...nothing. Planning on getting (another) weight set this fall and bust out some mad reps, yo. I figure if I blog this, it'll make me kinda responsible and wanna maintain. But probably not. My ultimate goal is to get back down to the 200 range, like I was when I moved back from CO (after going there weighing 280+), but with some sort of tone, instead of just kinda skinny (for my frame). So basically, the shape I was in during high school, which is apparently the goal you set when you near 30.
Yay
The best lawn tool ever developed in the history of man:
4 cycle weed eater. Holy crap. No gas mixing, fired up on the first shot out of the box, quiet (compared to a 2 stroker), just sweet.
4 cycle weed eater. Holy crap. No gas mixing, fired up on the first shot out of the box, quiet (compared to a 2 stroker), just sweet.
Monday, August 27, 2007
tear the roof off the motha
Friday: Ellen had some MERS-people thing that night, so I ate Hardee's, played Bioshock for a while, and watched some football till Helen/Eric came over. We rolled up to Hurricane's for a bit, where Helen got hammered and they abondoned me downtown at my request around 10 I think. Had a couple more drinks there, then mosied on down to Friday's South where I drank more, hung out with some colorful characters, and eventually Lori made an appearance. We hung, then Ellen called, I directed her to where I was. Closed down the joint, walked out with a $10 tab, viva being a regular/VIP/alcoholic. Got Tacos on the Back-end(R), passed out around 3:30a.
Saturday: Woke up late, Ellen made us kick-ass omlets. Lounged around for a while, then hit the road to C-U for some funk. Decent trip, except for the 84 in a 65 I got in Decatur on I72. Stupid instant-on Ka band radar bastards. Luckily (and the cop agreed), I wasn't going 1mph faster. Bigger fines and whatnot. Really cool cop though, so that was nice. First ticket in like 10 years, so I was really due. Slow ride the remainder of the way into CU. Met up with Grice and Sadie at their place, then rolled over to Jupiter's for Tucher and ass-kicking BBQ Chicken pizza. Hit Piccadilly for provisions, then back to the house for some pre-game drinking and pool in Ben's garage. Neat.
Hopped in his jeep and headed over to the Urbana Sweet Corn Festival around 8 to get a place to stand for the P-Funk. Awesome crowd, cheap (for a festival) beer. P-Funk definitely brought the A-game. I'd never seen them live, and even with George or Bootsie, it was definitely funkadelic. They wrapped around 11. We headed back to Grice's, where Sadie split off to hit the sack, leaving Grice and I to do what we do.
Headed to campus since it was close, decided that we are right on the cusp of being entirely too old to be on campus. Had a drink at Legends then went on a short walkabout by COs just for grins. Lamented what Green street was becoming while mocking the bed-head boy kids and over-dressed plowed 18 year old chicks. Got back in the car and went downtown, stopping off at Tumble Inn for some townie action. Crowd sucked, so we migrated north to Guido's. Had a couple drinks upstairs, then went to show Grice the basement, which he didn't know existed. Had another drink, and ran into Jamie Reppert. Come to find out her boyfriend owns Bacaro downtown, and she wanted Grice to meet him, via the chef connection and what have you. So, we went to the joint, which was obviously closed, had a little private shin-dig with Thad, Carlos, who owns Jupiter, and apparently like 5 other joints in town, and some doctor dude who was cool. Had a nice little setup in Thad's new wine area, where he was pouring some incredible red that I couldn't pronounce. I'm not a wine person per-say, but this shit was just awesome. Had a couple glasses, Carlos/Thad/Grice did the networking thing, Grice got some awesome leads on locations for his catering shit he's working on, Jamie and I had a good convo about the reunion and life and shit, some confusion regarding my choice of words though:
me to Jamie: "What'd you think of that trainwreck last month?" (referring to the reunion)
doctor dude: "What trainwreck? Trainwrecks are never good! How could a trainwreck be anything but bad?"
Funny shit. Anyway, the chill session broke up around 3:30 or so, and we headed over to Merry Ann's for the fastest service known to man. Stack action was superb. Headed back to Grices, passed out hard.
Sunday: Woke up around 8:00 or so, got ready, and hit the road under the cover of mid-morning, foregoing breakfast with my hosts in favor of getting home early. Turns out, I missed breakfast with Pfunk at Cracker Barrel. Figures. After a careful 75mph drive home (avoiding I72, but still seeing 20,000 cops), I got back before noon with time to spare. Hit up Wal-Mart/HomeDepot for home-repair items in anticipation of the Kerwin visitation this weekend. Sent way too much cash. Had some BW3 goodness. Took extended nap. Was up for a couple hours to catch up on DVR shit, then back in bed by 10.
Phew.
Saturday: Woke up late, Ellen made us kick-ass omlets. Lounged around for a while, then hit the road to C-U for some funk. Decent trip, except for the 84 in a 65 I got in Decatur on I72. Stupid instant-on Ka band radar bastards. Luckily (and the cop agreed), I wasn't going 1mph faster. Bigger fines and whatnot. Really cool cop though, so that was nice. First ticket in like 10 years, so I was really due. Slow ride the remainder of the way into CU. Met up with Grice and Sadie at their place, then rolled over to Jupiter's for Tucher and ass-kicking BBQ Chicken pizza. Hit Piccadilly for provisions, then back to the house for some pre-game drinking and pool in Ben's garage. Neat.
Hopped in his jeep and headed over to the Urbana Sweet Corn Festival around 8 to get a place to stand for the P-Funk. Awesome crowd, cheap (for a festival) beer. P-Funk definitely brought the A-game. I'd never seen them live, and even with George or Bootsie, it was definitely funkadelic. They wrapped around 11. We headed back to Grice's, where Sadie split off to hit the sack, leaving Grice and I to do what we do.
Headed to campus since it was close, decided that we are right on the cusp of being entirely too old to be on campus. Had a drink at Legends then went on a short walkabout by COs just for grins. Lamented what Green street was becoming while mocking the bed-head boy kids and over-dressed plowed 18 year old chicks. Got back in the car and went downtown, stopping off at Tumble Inn for some townie action. Crowd sucked, so we migrated north to Guido's. Had a couple drinks upstairs, then went to show Grice the basement, which he didn't know existed. Had another drink, and ran into Jamie Reppert. Come to find out her boyfriend owns Bacaro downtown, and she wanted Grice to meet him, via the chef connection and what have you. So, we went to the joint, which was obviously closed, had a little private shin-dig with Thad, Carlos, who owns Jupiter, and apparently like 5 other joints in town, and some doctor dude who was cool. Had a nice little setup in Thad's new wine area, where he was pouring some incredible red that I couldn't pronounce. I'm not a wine person per-say, but this shit was just awesome. Had a couple glasses, Carlos/Thad/Grice did the networking thing, Grice got some awesome leads on locations for his catering shit he's working on, Jamie and I had a good convo about the reunion and life and shit, some confusion regarding my choice of words though:
me to Jamie: "What'd you think of that trainwreck last month?" (referring to the reunion)
doctor dude: "What trainwreck? Trainwrecks are never good! How could a trainwreck be anything but bad?"
Funny shit. Anyway, the chill session broke up around 3:30 or so, and we headed over to Merry Ann's for the fastest service known to man. Stack action was superb. Headed back to Grices, passed out hard.
Sunday: Woke up around 8:00 or so, got ready, and hit the road under the cover of mid-morning, foregoing breakfast with my hosts in favor of getting home early. Turns out, I missed breakfast with Pfunk at Cracker Barrel. Figures. After a careful 75mph drive home (avoiding I72, but still seeing 20,000 cops), I got back before noon with time to spare. Hit up Wal-Mart/HomeDepot for home-repair items in anticipation of the Kerwin visitation this weekend. Sent way too much cash. Had some BW3 goodness. Took extended nap. Was up for a couple hours to catch up on DVR shit, then back in bed by 10.
Phew.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Of the bald
So whilest at K Sunday, I grabbed a Headblade Sport, which is basically a Headblade with wheels. Wow, big difference. Seriously. It's awesome. It also came with this HeadSlick cream, which is also awesome. Didn't think it'd make a difference, but alas, here we are. It also came with a 3-blade razor instead of the 2-blade, which is clearly superior in terms of clog-resistance. Because, let me tell you, nothing sucks more than having your blade clog and then bow a little bit, causing the blade to start digging into the head. That is very un-Fonzie.
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