You've got red on you.....

Ok, this is it.

The final day, the final post of NaBloPoMo.

It's also the last post before I go bury my best friend. I suppose I could blog tomorrow morning before I leave, but I don't see it happening. Since I'm not driving, I intend to take my camera along.

I suppose I would have taken it even if I was driving, but at least now I can take some road pix as well.

Well, maybe.

Tomorrow is going to suck. I'm trying not to get too depressed, but it's tough. I just know that the service is going to tear me apart.

This is kinda lame and disjointed today, and for that I apologize. I've just had tons on my mind lately.

On another note, my right elbow is hurting like a mutha fucka, and I'm not sure why. I'm beginning to think that it's from using the 'saran wrap roller tool' that I use to pack the snowboards (and anything else i feel like) more securely. Whatever the case, it feels like somebody is knifing me in the elbow.

But only when I use it.

Which, in case you're wondering, is all the time.

Ok, I've got to get ready cause it's almost time to head to breakfast.

Siesta con aqua,

T.

You bet your size 6 ass.....

I found out today that packing a saddle for shipping is even a bigger pain in the ass than riding on one.

And, the bad news? Yeah, I have four more that I have to pack on Sunday when I go back to work.

I've pretty much got the snowboards down. They're still kind of a chore, but nothing compared to the fucking saddle....

It wasn't nearly as bad as the keyboard mind you, but I wasn't having fun with it. Today was also my Friday, which is a plus. The checks didn't show up (which they sometimes do), so I have to stop by work tomorrow and pick mine up. That's the bad part of getting paid on Friday. Oh well, at least I'm working and get to pick up a check.

It won't really be all that inconvenient, as we're going to breakfast tomorrow, and work is between here and there, so I can just pop in.

Michael has decided not to come for the funeral, but his mom (my ex if youre having trouble with the math) is.

I also found out that I don't have to drive as L, one of the High School crew rented a mini van and is picking me up. That's kind of a mixed blessing, cause driving would have given me something else to think about.

Ok...so, one more post (tomorrow) and I will have knocked the shit out of the whole NaBloPoMo thing.

Oh, one more thing: This still disturbs me.....

Pulpo ranchero,

T.

I don't think I need to sit with you fuckin' dildos anymore.....

So, as we near the end of this whole NaBloPoMo, I only have this to say:

Woo Hoo....I made it.

Well, if I manage to post for the next 3 days anyhow.

I don't imagine it will be a problem.

Tomorrow is going to be an interesting shipping day.

4, that's right, 4 of our snowboards sold from ebay. They all have bindings attached, which makes a challenge to ship. Of course, it all depends on how many people actually pay for their boards before I get to work tomorrow.

I have to make a couple calls tonight about Greg's service. There are a couple people that I'm not sure got the email. And I know for sure that Michael and Faith didn't. So, I'm off to make some calls.

Buenos con queso,

T.

My name is Violet, and I was born into a world you might not understand.

A couple things today.

Firstly, I found out that Greg's services are going to be over the hill in CA. It's like a 2 hour drive from here. I've already googled the directions, so I'll be able to find it easy.

Not so easy is going to be the event itself. I'm doing alright with it now, but I still have my moments. A certain song will trigger a memory.

Or a movie.

Or just a random thought will lead to one that leads back around to Greg.

I can usually stop the tears, but not always.

In lighter news, I got another one of those 'why in the hell are you hitting my site' hits today:



I mean, I'm flattered that the President of the University of California stopped by (or at least someone in his office did), but what in the FUCK could I possibly have said or referenced that would have brought him here?

Oh, and by the way, that whole 'Frankenboxing' post from yesterday kinda came back to bite me in the ass today. One of the things that we just sold was a keyboard. This isn't exactly the one that I sold, but it's close enough for government work.

It took me the better part of my day to do it. First, I had to disassemble it. That was the easy part.

I won't bore you with all the details, but I will tell you that I had to put the pieces into 3 different boxes, and they weighed 14, 16, and 68 pounds.

Yes, you read that right 68 FUCKING pounds.

Needless to say, I'm a bit miffed at that particular item.

The good news is that we got $405 for it. Not that I get the money or anything, but at least I made the store money.

Ok, I've done all the damage I can here for the night.....

Carne del diablo,

T.

ToooooePiiiick

There are days (like today) when I feel somewhat like a submarine commander.

You may wonder what in the hell I'm talking about, and you're right to. Well, one of the things that a sub commander needs to do is find a 'firing solution' for an enemy target.

Now, I can hear you ask what in my day could possibly requrire me to calculate the destruction of a ship, and to that question, I reply :Not a fucking thing.

But, I do have to figure 'shipping solutions.'

Today, for instance I had to find a way to package and ship 33 lbs of rubber concrete stamps. Yes, that's right. We got a payment of $227.50 for those stamps that weren't going to sell.

Well, that's all well and good, but finding a way to make them UPS friendly was not easy.

First, as they are made of rubber, they're flexible. Quite flexible in fact. I solved that problem with saran wrap. No, not the kind you buy to cover the pie you're taking to your sister's house, but the kind on a roller handle that we use to wrap things like Xboxes to the games/controllers/accessories that you brought in with you.

Second, as I mentioned, they're fucking heavy.

Third, they're like 2 feet by 2 feet square, and only like 3 inches tall for the whole stack.

Believe me when I tell you, this can be a thorny problem.

How, you may ask, did I solve this dilemma? I'm glad you asked.

I fell back on a talent I call 'Frankenboxing.' Since you're going to ask anyhow, I'll go ahead and tell you what that is. I used 2 UPS priority boxes (turned inside out) to form the main part of the box, and the fit was just about perfect. The problem was, the ends of the stamps were still exposed. This is where the real talent comes in.

Using a couple more of the boxes and a utility knife, I fashioned 4 corners that I then taped to the ends of the box, covering up the holes. It sounds a little complicated, and I'm not sure I got the idea across, but just know that when I was done, the stamps were securely packaged. And I only used like half a roll of shipping tape to make it so.

Oh, by the way, for those of you keeping score, Pops decided that we should go gamble a bit tonight, and I hit a 6-spot with 2 nickles in, and cashed out $160.00

Yeah, it was a pretty good day, all in all.

Buenos con queso,

T.

If Benjamin were an ice cream flavor he'd be pralaines and dick.....

I wish I had tons of excitement to report today, but it was a very average day.

I worked (not exciting), played some video games, and watched some t.v.

Yeah, I'm just the most exciting person on the planet. Couple that with the fact that I'm so fuckin tired I can barely type, and you get this lame ass post.

Well, at least the Raiders won.

That makes 3 whole wins this year.

Carne del diablo,

T.

This movie won't just scare you, it'll fuck you up for life.....

Ok, so again, my days off were busier than my days on.

Thursday was Thanksgiving, and today was a very long, tho enjoyable day.

I was up early (surprise surprise) and around noon we went to see Enchanted.

It's a pretty cute flick.

After that we drove to Reno for the free carriage ride with Santa. This was followed by coffee at Starbucks. Sis gets a discount at all of them, so that was cheap.

Oh, and just so you know:



That's right, 4 shots.

Cause I'm just caffeine addicted like that.

After that we went to this place called Red Brick Pizza, and it was fucking great. You know the pizza is good when there's literally nothing left. No crusts, no slices...even the cheese off the cardboard serving platters was gone.

Then we went to L's house to drop off some baby stuff, and then had the long drive back home.

Well, it's not really long, only like 30 mins, but when you're stuffed and tired, it seems like forever.

Now, I'm going to pass out. I'm absolutely wasted.

Buenos con queso,

T.

So if you're from Africa, why are you white?

It's been a loooong time since I've worked retail.

My last 4 or so jobs, going back oh, I don't know....8, maybe 9 years, I've had the luxury of working in food service, customer service, or a state office. I can't say I've missed it.

It's not so much the people, although that can be a trial.

It's not even running a cash register (which i can do well but dont have to in my current job), or any of the other things you might associate with working in a store.

No, for me it's the holiday music.

Now, don't get me wrong, I kinda like some of the songs. Well, some versions of them anyhow. But I only need to hear each of them like once a holiday season, and I'm good.

But this evening, after EIGHT. STRAIGHT. HOURS. hours of it, I've already had my fucking fill.

I'm ready to eat a fucking bullet. One of our local stations, Sunny 106, plays nothing but holiday tunes from the day after Thanksgiving until....who fucking knows.

I think I heard every fucking one of them 4 or more times today. I hope I don't go postal. I could totally do it too, cause we've got plenty of guns and ammo in the store.

If you see a headline from Carson City about a holiday massacre, look closely for my name.

In other news, I actually braved the crowds today for some door buster deals. I only went to 1 store (best buy) but I got a 500meg USB harddrive for 99 bux, 2 (2 gig) SD Ram cards @ 14.98 each, and a copy of Madden 07 for the PS3 (9 bux).

We got to the store at 4:30, when it was a balmy 15 degrees out, and after a short 30 minute wait, we were let in. It was kinda anticlimactic, actually. We were in and out of the store in like 15 minutes.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, this is really fucked up.

Ok, that's your post Tday post.

Carne del diablo,

T.

Buddy the Elf, What's your favorite color?

Ok, so Happy Thanksgiving, and all that.

Poppa's got the bird in the oven (been there since 7) and the smell is driving me batshit. I want to open the oven and just tear into it, raw as it may be. We're going to sis's when the food is done (eta on the turkey is 1ish) and will prolly hang out there for a good bit.

Michael's down at his aunt's house for the holidays, and is going on a mad Black Friday shop tomorrow. I, however, get to work. I may even have to do a bit of 'extra stuff,' like wrapping gifts or showing weapons to people. We're going to be a bit short-staffed, and I offered to lend a hand.

It's a lame post, but that's all I have right now. Perhaps I'll post more later.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What the Hell's a Jigawatt?

Man, what a day.

It was busy as fuck at work, and I'm worn the fuck out.

The only saving grace is that Dave wanted to front me for a bit of video keno, and I was lucky enough to cash out 50 bucks.

That's not a ton of money, but when you started broke, it does have some appeal.

Tomorrow is Turkeyday at the sis's house, as I've told you. Pops (the poor bastard) has to be up at the ass crack of dawn to start cooking, as we're shooting for a 1pm dinner time.

Is it still dinner if you have it at 1pm? I'm not sure. By the clock, that's lunch as far as I can tell.

Maybe tomorrow I'll post some things I'm thankful for.

Oh, and Happy Birthday again, Michael.

Love and rockets,

T.

Awesome, oh wow!! Like totally freak me out, I mean right on. Toros sure are Number 1.

Is your bleach totally awesome?

I ask, because as you can plainly see:



MINE is.

So, the holidays are upon us.

Well, Thanksgiving is anyhow. And of course Christmas is just around the corner.

There is something that happens before even Thanksgiving though.

Michael turns 20 tomorrow (wednesday).

So, in case I can't reach you tomorrow, Happy Birthday!!!

Just one more year until you can drink and gamble. You do know it's going to be the longest year of your life so far, right?

Thanksgiving is as sis's this year (as usual) and Pop's is doing the turkey and his kick-ass Brussells sprouts. Oh, and he'll be making gravy as well.

I was hoping to go out for Black Thursday this year, but they need me at work on Friday, so no go. I mean, I could prolly get up and get a couple things that I want really cheap, but I'm sure it would be at the cost of passing out at my desk at work.

Which I usually try to avoid.

Well, there's food downstairs, and it's calling my name, so I'm outtie.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I think I fucked a squirrel to death, and I don't even remember it.....

Well, not really, but that is a movie quote.

Can you name the movie?

How are you all doing with the quotes?

Nobody's even been guessing....

Ok, now I'm calling for you to see how many you can name.

I really don't have much today. It was a rather routine day at work, with the exception that something I listed on ebay is going for lots more that I expected.

One of my managers said that they 'weren't good sellers' and she didn't really expect to make any money off of them. Heh.

I'm hoping for a bidding frenzy at the end to push the price up even further.

I was also noticing that NaBloPoMo sounds an awful lot like Nipomo, a small town not far from where my son lives.

Especially if you say it fast.

Oh, and any of you care, my one nod to the 'unreality t.v.' is coming up. As a rule, I hate hate hate the tripe that they try to pass off as entertainment, and I'm proud to say that I've never watched a single minute, let alone an entire episode of Survivor, The Bachelor(ette), Big Brother, or any of the other shitfests that seems to be the rule of air these days, but I do loves me some American Idol tryouts.

But only the tryouts.

I've never watched an episode where they actually perform or get voted on, but the tryouts are fucking hilarious.

Carne del diablo,

T.

Oh, Weezer, you know I love ya more'n my luggage.....

I'm going to be brief tonight, because I have a lot on my mind.

The get-together was good, and we kept it really upbeat, because Greg would have wanted us too. I saw a lot of people I hadn't seen in years, and we even had a surprise call from the Brushman....I'd expalin, but nobody would get it.

You either do, or you don't.

Here's a picture of Greg from way back. It was taken by my friend Bruce:



His service is indeed on December 1, but we still don't know if it will be up here in the Reno area, or over in Auburn/Foresthill.

As I said, brief.

Carne del diablo,

T.

Waiter, there is too much pepper in my paprikash...

We were supposed to go out to breakfast this morning, but things fell through.

Instead, we were forced to eat waffles, bacon and eggs prepared by Pops.

If you can't tell, there's a bit of sarcasm there. I'd almost always rather eat Pop;s food than food out at any restaurant.

I'm sure I've told you this, but he's 40 years a chef (retired now of course) and can not only make anything, but most times, it's better than you've ever had it.

Oh, and by the way, if you haven't tried the rotissiere chicken at Costco, get yer ass down there right now and buy one.

They fucking rock.

On another note, I've just finished watching Firefly.

Not an episode, but rather the entire series. It saddens me to report that this is one of the shows I killed simply by liking, or rather loving it. It's my anti-superpower.

All I have to do is find a show during it's first season, start watching it religiously, and then, of course, love it. What pisses me off most about this particular series tho, is the movie.

You see, the made a movie called Serenity. Now, don't get me wrong, the movie is fucking fantastic. What pisses me off is that when it came out, it was a HUGE success, and got tons of critial acclaim. People everywhere loved it.

If even a tenth of those fuckers had taken the time to watch the series, it would probably still be running.

Well, except for my uncanny ability to kill t.v. The first recorded instance of this is Police Squad. They've made what, 3 or 4 movies from that series, and it lasted exactly 6 episodes.

Six.

And it was one of the funniest fucking things I've ever seen.

There was another qirky little show called Key West.

Yup, killed that one too.

And I'm With Her.

Oh, and most recently, Dirt.

They have all fallen to my uncanny evil power, and I'm saddened by it. I'm afraid to watch t.v., to like, for the simple fact that when I like, they die.

Oh well, guess I'll just soldier on.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

She's the coolest girl in school, and everybody worships her, because she's Heaven.

I swear, it seems that my days off are more filled and more tiring than my days on...

I woke up early (no surprise there) and spent basically the whole. Fucking. DAY. Running around shopping.

I'm bushed. We went to Target, WalMart, Trader Joe's, Costco, and Scolari's, one of our local grocery stores. I'm about as tired as I need to be.

I posted this about a year ago, and it never got the comments I thought it should have.

Therefore, I'm making you read it again.

And hey....Comment this time, aight?

Ok, so I'm off tomorrow, and we're slated to go out to breakfast out at Dave's work. The food out there is pretty good. Rumor has it that my sister is going as well, but we'll see.

Sunday, of course, is our little remembrance get together for Greg. I hope I do ok at that. I'm semi-coming to terms with it, and I think I'll be able to maintain my composure, but I'm not making any promises.

I did find out that Michael (my son for those of you new here) and his mom may be coming up for the services. That would be pretty cool.....

I'm going to leave you now, and eat something.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Say hello to my little friend.....

Ok, I almost missed today's post.

I'm not proud of that fact. It was a very strange day. The net went down at work today, then came back up...then went down again.

I did get to leave early because of it, I mean really, if your job is to list stuff on ebay, and you can't access the 'net, you're pretty much bull tits, if you get my meaning.

So, I've been trying to remember movies that Greg and I saw together, and here are the ones that come to mind: Grease (the first time), The Empire Strikes Back, Scarface, The Terminator, 48 Hours, Aiplane, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Uncommon Valor, Heavy Metal, a couple Bond movies, For Your Eyes Only, and Never Say Never Again, if memory serves, The Neverending Story, The Dark Crystal, and Friday the 13th.

Oh, and I should point out that this was in the theatres, people. Oh, and you can add A Nightmare On Elm Street to that list.

Ok, now concerts: Rush (x2), ZZ Top with Quiet Riot (remember them), Duran Duran, The Scorpions, Yes (on their farewell tour)...I know there were others, but I'll be damned if I can remember them.

Of course, you have to take into account that Reno didn't (and still doesn't) get the big names for some reason. We took what we could get, and we were thankful for it.

Ok, I think that's gonna do it for the Greg stuff. I mean, there's a thousand stories I could tell, and prolly as many that I've forgotten, but y'all don't need to hear them all to know that he was my best friend, and that I loved him.

I'll try to be a bit more upbeat.

Ok, well, I'm bushed, so I'ma crash now.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain.

I apologize.

This was supposed to be my last Greg post.

I was going to list the movies we saw (those i could remember) and some of the concerts we'd seen (again those i could remember), but my roomie decided that we should go out drinking/gambling.

Well, since you asked, I lost my ass. I couldn't hit the floor if I fell out of my chair.

So, tomorrow look for a longer post about Greg and I.

Here's some food for thought though....our friendship pre-dates CD's.

No, really.

T.

I've sentenced boys younger than you to the gas chamber. Didn't want to do it. I felt I owed it to them.

Let's see....where was I?

Oh yeah.

Well, things happened, as they always do, and somewhere near the middle of my senior year in High School, there were some circumstances that were beyond everybody's control, and to make a long story short, Greg's mom invited me to move in with them.

Yeah, I was kinda shocked too.

So, now I was living with Greg and his Mom. Strangely, the constant contact didn't sour our friendship, as can happen. It was just like before, only I didn't have to go home after hanging out.

I'm kind of skipping ahead here, but shortly after graduating, Greg, his girlfriend Tina, and I moved to Florida. The story was that when his mom sold the house, she'd be joining us to be with Bob, her semi-husband. Well, things kinda fell apart between her and Bob, and his mom never came.

Greg moved back to Nevada, and a few months later I moved back to California. Maybe 6 months after that, I moved back to Nevada also. I was living in Carson City, and Greg was in Reno, but we still found time to hang out.

Again, things happened and I found myself moving. The distance never mattered. I always called him on his birthday if nothing else, and at least once at every place I lived in California, Greg just showed up.

It was like no other friendship I've ever had, and I miss him like I'd miss my left hand.

I've heard that his services are going to be on December 1st, which is a Saturday. That works for me, as I have Saturdays off anyhow. There's also going to be a.... what do I call it....Everyone who knew him is going to get together on Sunday, and just sort of be together for mutual support. I'm going to have to take the day off, but I already know that works cool with that. Maybe I'll work a half day or something.

Ok, I'm typed out for now.

Buenos con queso,

T.

By the way, food and rent are not the only things around here that cost money.....You sleep on the couch.

I met Greg in the 8th grade. For me, that was at the tender and rather uncorrupted age of 14 or 15. That seems old, but I was one of the lucky ones born in January, and at the time, if you weren't 5 by the time school started in September, you had to wait a year. I spent my entire school career about 6 months older than all my classmates.

But, I digress....

Greg and I met because neither of us dressed out for P.E. I'm not really sure how it happened, but pretty much that whole school year, neither one of us dressed nor participated in P.E. (except for the 3 weeks we had bowling go figure) but that's not the wierd part.

We both passed. With A's and B's, I might add.

So, there you have us, two guys bullshitting for an hour a day. It seems strange to think that from that grew the best friendship of my life. I'm not sure when it started escalating, but it was soon 'going to Greg's after school,' followed shortly by spending the night, which would usually mean spending the weekend.

Somewhere in there, we found out that we were basically the same person, but in two different bodies. He'd start talking, and I'd have an answer. Didn't matter if we'd started the conversation hours, days, or weeks before.

It was the same with me. I'd start, and he'd know what we were talking about. We liked the same music, the same cars, the same type of girl (which was never a problem really). We even put our shoes on the same. We were constantly asked if we were brothers (tho i never saw the resemblence).

8th grade led, as it will, to High School. We tried, and managed to get a few classes together. He lived close to the school, so the after school at his house continued, hell, it became a daily thing. I was living with my Pops at the time, and he was cool with it. About half the time I'd get invited to stay for dinner.

I can't tell you how many hours we spent in his garage, playing pool and listening to KOZZ. Or hanging out watching t.v., or listening to records. Yes, actual records, and no, not The Brothers Four, but cool bands, like Rush, and Sammy Hagar.

Or just doing nothing at all. We could do that better than anyone I know.

Ok, I can hardly see my screen through the tears, so you'll have to wait until tomorrow for more.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

Surely you can't be serious....I am serious...and don't call me Shirley.....

I'm still a bit befuddled.

I wanted this to be a post about Greg and all the things we've done together.

I wanted to be eloquent.

I wanted to express my loss.....

I'm just not ready yet.

I'll try tomorrow.

T.

Pain heals, chicks dig scars, glory lasts forever.....

I'm not really sure how to start this post, nor am I sure where to go with it, so I'm going to be brief.

My best friend died yesterday.

I've known Greg since 8th grade, and that goes back a lot of years now. We didn't see each other often, but that never seemed to matter. Whenever we did see each other, we would take up right where we left off, as if had been hours, not years since we last spoke.

In fact, I hadn't seen him since his wedding.

I don't have all the details yet, so I can't share them, but it looks like I'll be attending another funeral in the near future.

Uh, yeah.....guess that's all I have in me for now.

Carne del diablo,

T.

That's the beauty of argument, because if you argue correctly, you're never wrong.....

For those of you keeping track, I finished my book yesterday. Have I told you that I read fast?

Well, I do.

It's always the same. I'm waiting for the next book in a series (stephen kings dark tower series leaps to mind), it finally comes out, I get the book, and I'm done with it in a day and a half, and have nothing new to read.

That's not to say that I don't read it a second (and sometimes a third) time, but it's not the same at all.

At least sis has the next two books.

It looks like we're going to go join Costco today.

I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I lurrrves me some Costco. I can spend all day in there just wandering around. There's just so much stuff in there.

I love stuff too.

I'm feeling quite a bit better than I was two days ago, but my head is still stuffed up, and I've been sneezing a lot. I never sneeze unless I'm sick.

No, really. Like once a month, if that, unless I'm sick. That's one of the ways I can tell I'm getting sick. I start sneezing.

Well, if I'm going to go out of the house today, I'm going to have to shower. I guess I'm headed that way now.

Buenos con queso,

T.

What about it, Pretzelman, what's your story?

I've decided to start titling with movie quotes again.

The posts may or may not have anything to do with said movie. It depends on if I have anything else to talk about or not.

I'm still sick. Not as sick as I was, but I still feel like I've been eaten by a coyote and shit off a cliff. In a effort to get a handle on this crap, I'm taking today off as well.

That, combined with it being my Friday will give me 3 days to beat this crap into sumbission.

I hope.

At my sis's behest, I'm reading Twilight. I'm only a hundred and a half pages into it, but it's pretty good. I fully intend to read a ton of it today. That's just about all I'm good for today.

With any luck, I can finish it today. She's also got the next 2 (i think) books in the series, so I'll still have stuff to read.

Ok, sorry for the limited fun, but my brain is just not cooperating.

Oh, and the quote?

I'll give you a hug if you know what movie it's from.

Carne del diablo,

T.

Sick as a dog, day two...

I really hate calling in sick.

No, really. I feel like shit (even more that just being sick) because I feel like whomever I get when I call in is trying to hear if I'm really sick, or if there's fun going on in the background, like I'm callin in to party all day or something.

As you might have guessed, I just called work and told them that I actually feel worse today than I did yesterday, at which point, T, my manager (who shared my birthday did i tell you that) actually heard my voice and said 'eew.'

She then proceeded to tell me not to come in, because they'd rather have me stay home than infect everybody at work.

It was one of the most plesant call ins I've ever had.

I love my new job.

Now, if I could just stop wanting everything in the store, I'd be set.

In other news, at Poppa's prompting, I bought a new printer yesterday. Acutally, it's a priter/fax/scanner. It's a Canon PIXMA MX300, and so far it seems to be pretty cool.

I haven't tried out the scanner or fax yet (who do i have to fax i mean really), but the printer is pretty much the shit.

I'm having a vision of my future....I see....Theraflu....

That's all.

T.

Why is it that everything fucks with you when you're sick.....

And I mean everything.

From car keys to DVD players to video games, just about everything I've touched today has tried to fuck me over in some fashion today.

I won't bore you with all the details, but just as a f'rinstance, my car stalled out 3 times on my way to work. And not because I was managing the clutch badly. I was out of gear, and coasting to the stop sign/light all 3 times.

Oh, and in case you missed it I'm fucking sick.

I woke up at 4am with my throat on fire. I've also been sneezing all day, and I'm achy and run down. In fact, I was feeling so shitty I only worked for about an hour today.

Not that any of you care.

I'm gonna go freebase some Theraflu.

Carne del diablo,

T.

Building a better boy band.....

As somebody that's never given 2 shits about Boyz 2 Men, or N'Sync, or any of the other made up bands, I feel that I have every right to bring you this post.

I was innocently searching ebay, trying to get prices for a stack of records (yes actual vinyl) when I came upon the following album:



I turned it over, as I did with each of the 50 or so albums, and was stunned to find out that these 4 guys (only frat brothers btw) had put out 5 albums in 3 years.

I mean, just wow. Think they were pounced upon and exploited?

I was just as impressed with the brief history of the band which was printed on the back cover. I have reproduced it here in it's entirety. If you want to actually see the back of the album, let me know. I have a pic of that as well.

Greatest Hits can mean any number of things. In the case of The Brothers Four, it means another recording milestone in a fast three-year climb to success.

In July of 1959, I heard a very exciting group from the University of Washington. I listened, then I got very excited and we hurried to sign The Brothers. A recording date was set and Columbia Records proudly issued the first album by The Brothers Four.

A radio station in San Francisco discovered a song in this LP that spelled "hit" to them. This led to the release of Greenfields as a single. It spread like wildfire and became the most popular song in the United States, and such faraway places as Spain, France, Japan and Australia. It sold well over a million copies.

That's pretty much how it started. Today, The Brothers Four head the list of star concert performers. Name a college, and The Brothers have probably played there. They have also received acclaim from the toughest audience of all, a New York nightclub crowd at Basin Street East. Chances are, if you haven't seen them in concert or at a nightclub, you've probably seen them on one of the many major TV shows on which they've appeared.

It gives me great personal pleasure after three short years to tell you the story of The Brothers Four, and to introduce this, their first Greatest Hits album.

Oh, and by the way, judging from this pic:



all four of them are gay as a maypole.

They all look ready to gobble some man meat. Oh, and look at the covers of their other albums:



Now, I consider myself pretty well versed (heh versed) in the field of music. With the exception of rap, which I personally don't consider music, I'm pretty well rounded. I listen to country, both old and new. I listen to Punk. I eat, sleep, and breathe Rock and Roll. I love Classical music, and even a surprising amount of 70's soft rock is on my list of tunes I'll listen too.

One of the buttons on my radio is also set to the oldies station (which increasingly plays songs released when i was a kid which pisses me off), and I've never heard of these geeks.

Or is that Greeks, as they were frat brothers?

I don't know what's sadder, the outfits they're wearing on that album cover, or the fact that they're still at it.

Ok, I'll leave you now, and hope that this brought a little sunshine to your dreary lives....or something like that.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Daylight savings time is stupid.....

I mean, really.

Everyone pulls that 'wow, I get an extra hour of sleep' routine, but it's all bullshit. Your body, if it's in a routine of rising around a certain time, will wake up near the hour earlier time, and you'll be screwed. Your clock may say 5am, but your body still thinks it's 6. Granted, some people may be able to go back to sleep, but if you've woken up, checked the clock and reminded yourself that it's DST, the odds of falling back to sleep are slim.

At least that's how it is for me. Not only do I always wake up earlier that I need to, when this shit is going on, I'm always tired, because my body won't let me sleep that extra hour.

Yeah, it's stupid.

For those of you interested, there's a new Simpson's Treehouse of Horror tonight. I'm going to be watching it, as if you didn't know that.

Oh, and my Raiders lost. Again. What the fuck, guys?

Looks like another 2-14 season.

Oh well, at least Dago lost too.....

Buenos con queso,

T.

Ratchet and Clank fucking rocks.....

Just thought I'd let you know.

I figure I'm halfway through, maybe more, but sometimes it's hard to tell with the R & C games. I've been playing it way too much.

I did take some time off today, as it was L's baby shower, and I was the designated photographer.

It was pretty fun, and I ate way too much food. I've never been to a baby shower before, and let me tell you, I've never felt more butch.....

I wish I had more energy tonight, but you'll just have to wait until tomorrow for a more involved post.

Maybe with pix, if I feel up to it.

Ok, time for a quick snack, and bed.

Well, maybe some Ratchet and Clank too, who knows....

Carne del diablo,

T.

It's nice to be appreciated.....

As you know, I recently got a new job. I'm always aprehensive after starting a new job, as I imagine most people are. You're never sure if you're doing quite what's expected, not quite sure what the bosses think of your work....Worried that you're going to get called into the office and told you're not working out....

Well, yesterday I found out that I must be doing something right. Our salespeople make commission on what they sell. As the ebay guy, I don't, as the things on ebay sometimes make more money than we loaned on them, and sometimes don't. I get a higher hourly wage tho, so it's all good.

Imagine my surprise then, when on yesterday's check there was an additional 75 bux marked down as 'commission.' Fearing that some mistake had been made, and worried that if I cashed the check, I'd be 'caught' and made to pay the money back at some future date, I walked into the office, and asked about it.

Apparently, I'm just doing so well, and they're so happy that I'm 'a normal guy, and not full of drama' like their previous ebayers were, that they decided to show their appreciation in my favorite way: Cold hard cash. I was totally stoked. Still am in fact.

In other news, I was over at Andie's yesterday, and she had a meme up from Sue, and since she had a link to Sue's page, I hopped on over there. Sue, in turn had a link to NaBloPoMo.

So, it appears I now have another reason to post every day for a month.

If any of you feel like it, you should come along.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Andie's gonna be jealous.....

You see, Dave, my roomie offered to finance a trip to the Gold Dust the night before last. And, after a nod from the Keno gods, I cashed out 80 bucks, with which I liberatted a copy of this game.

What can I say?

The graphics are sick, the gameplay is fluid, and you better hope you've played one of the prequels, because if you don't know what you're doing, you could get lost very fast.

So, attribute my short post to the fact that I'm going to try and get some play time before I go to work.....

Fiesta con fuego,

T.