Weird dream

I had a dream last night that the Sirius/XM merger actually went through. That was the whole dream. It was weird.

Wow

So, I got a MOTO Q for work crap, due to needing a PDA desperately. I'm apparently very much behind on technology, because I'm constantly amazed at the shit I can do with this thing. I just found an app that'll let me stream my Sirius subscription through the damn thing....while I'm doing other shit. Holy crap technology is friggin sweet.

weekend!

Friday: Took the Helen/Eric out to Wasabi for sushi lovin, as E had never had it. Sure enough, he loved it (they guy eats like a fuggin horse), and we wound up getting extra rolls due to his superior eating abilities, and the fact that i starved myself anticipating the meal all day. Hit Hurricanes for a bit until they got tired (had to be at work at 6a Sat). Dropped them off, headed up to LJ Ducks where we once again ran into random bar friends, Andrea M and Dane (aka Rock n' Roll Rob). Curiously enough, we may have hooked them up, which is funny only because we've met each of them twice. Cool peepz though. Like clockwork, there was another fight at around 2:30a or so, which prompted our leaving, but not before realizing that Taco Bell is open until 4. Tacos on the backend.

More about Ducks. Fucking love this place. Hoosier-ass towny/biker bar from hell. It's completely unbearable when you're sober, but the funnest place on earth whilest drunk. $1.50 domestic bottles. $3.25 huge-ass redbull/vodkas don't hurt. Friday ruled especially because there was a stray cat that kinda wandered around the bar, then left and came back a few times. Eventually, it just plopped down on the floor and hung out for the majority of the night.

Awesome cat.

Anyway, retardedness and fights ensued, it was just crazy. I did my best to diffuse, I'm not sure why, I'm lucky I didn't get decked for trying to talk down a drunk asshole I didn't even know. It was fun though.

Saturday: Woke up at some point. Oh, when Andrea L woke me up, right. Lammles came over, Rob and I kinda fixed Andrea's car, the women went somewhere, and came back, then we ate at Friday's South and went to this insane person's junk store. It was insane. Parted ways shortly after. Took nap. Met Helen/Eric at Ramon's for 5/5 goodness. Decided it was lame, so we tried to go to the horse track. Forgot about the kentucky derby. Drove through the C-ville ghettos instead. Wow. Tried to go to the drive-in in Belleville to see Spidey 3. Sat in traffic a block from the place for literally 45 minutes before getting entirely too pissed at the world and blowing that popcicle stand.

Drove to Ofallon IL to try the conventional theater, but didn't get there in time. Went to Chevy's got trapped in parking lot. Went to Jerzee's because we could. Drank beer fastly. It was nice to drink beer. Went back to Cville tired and defeated. Jacuzzi'd. Ellen passed out at 11. I was in bed by 12.

Sunday: Slept till 11. Had Sonic. Worked on the yard. Washed car. Started on the Indy Horror Film double features we downloaded in HD off teh xbox. Dark Ride/The Hamiltons. Dark Ride was meh, but it had the fat kid from The Sandlot in it, who finally grew into his head. Good cheesy 80's style horror. Hamiltons was much more interesting and well-done. Ate BW3. Went to bed at some point. Tired.

Beerfest this weekend. Denying my own age is getting tiring. :)

I'm on the muthafugga

In accordance with geek statute 2389.4, I've condensed all of my various appt calendars (gcal, outlook, phone) into one work/personal outlook calendar that's synced between my phone and work laptop. Bring the organizational pain.

Dude, I blogged myself.

Hi. I don't blog anymore. No time. Work is fucking nuts right now. There ya go. I'll bless you with some trite ramblings on this rainy-ass Friday morning though. First, a dream.

To set things up, I apparently have created this alter Champaign-Urbana in my head. It's got a campus and off-campus area, and it's been the set for quite a few dreams spread over a couple years. I actually just had a flashback to the campus area while typing this, which was weird.

Anyway, in alternate CU, I was hanging out with Jammin and Nate and Monte. We were wandering around the bars, and someone wanted to watch a Cardinals game. I didn't, so they all stayed, and I kinda wandered off to another bar. There, I ran into The Edge and some other dude from U2 that wasn't Bono. So I was hanging out with them, and they asked if I wanted to go cruise around, so I said sure, and we did. The Edge drives a Taurus, apparently. Anyway, I'm sitting in the back, and we're driving around, and I ask where we're going. Edge tells me we're going to go pick up Bono cuz they have a concert tonight.

Oh, cool.

So we pull up to this row house area kinda like you'd see in old St. Louis, and Bono comes out to the car on crutches, and hops in the backseat with me. We ride over to this Canopy-club type place, but it's over by "real Champaign" Savoy area. Weird.

Anyway, they couldn't get me in for free, so I had to pay the $17.50 to get into the show. There was maybe 40 people in the club. Just weird. Anyway, they start their set, and I'm sitting at my table having a drink. Get up, go pee, come back, and Bono is sitting at the table with these three "chicks" during a break in their set. One of the chicks asks me how many of them I think are actually men. I cringe for a second because I'm afraid to offend, and say "You're actually all dudes, I think. But a couple of you had really good work done, cuz I can barely tell". Of course they're all like "yes, yes we are", then Bono finished out his set and I went to another table because it was kinda weird. I tried calling Grice, but didn't get an answer.

There ya go. Dream.

Last night I drove an hour after work to meet FGI people for happy hour and to try and talk one of the Denver people out of moving here. After a couple beers I headed to one of the 4 Sprint stores in the greater St. Louis area that has the MOTO Q phone, and grabbed that after dealing with retardedness for quite a while. Went back to Muggs, had a final beer with the stragglers, then headed home and watched Lost. Awesome. Also, my phone is way too cool for school. So neat. I'm going to lose another day of productivity today trying to get things tweaked. After hand-inputting half my contacts on it last night, Ellen suggested I try 'beaming' them over. My 640 had bluetooth, der. So the 2nd half of the transfer was obviously way faster. Bastards.

Killing me softly

with booze.

Friday: Ellen had an emergency 'meeting' to counsel one of her old work friends about marital shit. I drank scotch, smoked cigars with the dog (he was just keeping me company, not smoking), and played xbox until 1a. Awesome time. The night started with take-out from Los Caporale's, the home of the best awesome authentic kickass burritos ever made. So stuffed. So good. So fuggin good.

Saturday: Had the intentions of ripping up the back yard and putting in bushes and shrubs and shit, and getting teh dog groomed. Wound up sitting at the muffler shop until noon (was supposed to be done at like 11:45). We were starving, so we went to Eville for the BW3 action. Headed to Home Depot, and decided that we don't know jack shit about bushes, and didn't buy anything. Came home, putzed around the house for a bit until about 330, when Ellen realized she was supposed to make brownies for the BBQ at Helen's. She cooked, I went to HD again to get lumber for Sunday's flowerbed project. Apparent you can fit 8' landscaping timbers in a Jetta with the seat down. Good to know.

Unloaded wood, cleaned up, and headed over to Helens to hang out with the Lammles and Helen's friend Lisa, and her boyfriend. Watched people throw things at stuff, drank beer, enjoyed the most awesome weather ever, and just hung out. Had sweet-sweet burgers and brats and etc. Lisa & Lance left kinda early, Lammles left at like...11? I dunno. We followed shortly after since Helen was near asleep. Wound up at LJ Ducks becuase we're alkies like that. Place was dead due to Karaokee. Ellen forced me to sing. It was a trainwreck. Horrible KJ. Imadork. Left, and wound up back at Friday's South where DJ Slur was spinning some awesome shit. Hung out, chatted up the locals, and bailed around 2:30. Came home, jacuzzi'd for a bit, went to bed around 4:30.

Sunday: Woke up at like...10? Ellen went and got Sonic for breakfast. Super Sonic Burrito all up in this mug. Dragged her outside and cleaned up the side of the garage that had been collecting sticks for the past two years, and put in a flower bed, sans flowers for now. Ate Long John Silvers, which was fucking incredible for some reason. Watched the Good Shephard, which was way too long, but not a horrible movie.

fin.

Gotta say it was a good day

Bad news: I accidentally typed in 42 instead of 32 on the snack machine, netting me White Cheddar Cheez-Its instead of a Snickers Crunch.

Good news: White Cheddar Cheez-Its kinda kick all sorts of ass. Wasn't a big fan of regular Cheez-Its, so I was hesitant. But lo and behold, kinda kick ass.