Wednesday, July 30, 2008

We now return you to our regularly scheduled program, already in progress.....

Ok, I know.

You don't have to say anything about it, and I'm certainly not going to either.

I will say that my days have been really full, as my buddy Lonigan was in town for 4-5ish days, and that I haven't seen him in like 4 years. Needless to say, we found a lot of stuff to do.

Many beers were consumed, much bowling was done (yes i bowl when the fit takes me) and time was spent at the shooting range, tho that was sober time. I was raised with guns, and I would never handle a firearm after even a single beer.

It was good to see Loni, but his visit was too short. We didn't get to play any vids, but we did barbeque at Cliff's house (where he was staying for his visit) and just got to chill and catch up.

Other than that, tho, my life continues to be boring and too hot. Oh, and that Yosemite fire?

Yeah, you guessed it. Another week plus of smoke so thick you could chew it. We did get some wind yesterday, and by the afternoon most of it had blown out of the valley. I haven't been outside to check yet, but we can hope that it hasn't come back.

Ok, I guess I'm talked out for now....time to chase down a cup of coffee.

....I hate it when they run.....

Buenos con queso,


Wednesday, July 23, 2008

On a good day, my commute is about 1 song long...

In fact, I'm not even sure I can call it a commute, which I suppose means I don't really have much to bitch about.

But where's the fun in that?

You might think it's a blessing, and in many ways it is. I just checked the time on the last song I remember hearing that started when I got in my car and ended as I got out at work.

It's The Spirit of Radio by Rush. The time listed on iTunes is 5 minutes, so you see, I'm not stuck in traffic for hours on end, fighing for every inch. I have it pretty easy.

Except for the radio. Now, I may only be on the road for 5 minutes, which I suppose is the average length of a song, but if all 3 (ok 4 if you count the country station) are playing songs that I don't like, or Heaven forbid, commericials, I'm fucked.

Oh, and it's actually 3 stations, because my favorite station KOZZ, took off our local dj's morning show and put on the Rob, Arnie and Dawn show, so I don't even listen to the station in the morning. Those 3 are a bunch of pretentious assholes, and I won't dignify their 'career' with my attention.

So, that leaves me at best 3 chances to find a song I like. I hardly ever put on the country station, not because I'm not a fan, but because it's pretty much there in case I can't find a rock song to listen to. That leaves me 2 stations, The Bandit, or The River.

The Bandit is classic rock, and The River claims to play 'rock and roll hits from the 60's and 70's' though they do play a smattering of older and newer stuff as well. So, I've got about a 70/30 chance of finding a song to listen to on the way to work.

There's more that I want to say, mostly about radio and how it's done, but I can't really get it straight in my head, so I guess this post will be continued....

Buenos con queso,


Monday, July 21, 2008

We actually got a little rain last night....

Not much mind you, and it hasn't significantly lowered the sweltering heat, but I certainly cooled down rather quickly when I went out and stood in it for a minute or two.

I haven't really looked outside yet to see if there's any chance of more today, but I'm hopeful.....

In other news, my buddy Lonigan is coming out to visit. He moved to Colorado like 4 years ago or something, and this'll be the first time I've seen him since.

He's one of my vid game buds. Back in the 9 or 10 years ago, we'd do marathon Gran Turismo races. Those of you who've never played (im guessing everyone reading this) won't know what I mean when I say we would run 99 lap races on Specicial Stage R11, but just know that it's one of the most difficult tracks on any race game I've ever played.

I'll never forget this one night: My g/f at the time and I had some people over....Like 10 or 12 I think, and one of them was Lonigan. Everyone, and I mean everyone was giving us a hard time about playing vids instead of mingling, and we were giving them just as much shit back. See, Lon's married, and only got one night out every couple weeks, and when he did, we both knew it was time for some GT.

So, picture it if you will. We're running 99 laps on a track that I think my best lap ever on was like 1:35:something. Yeah, a minute and a half. I told you they were marathon. Before we were 30 laps in, everyone, and I mean everyone was grouped around us watching us race and cheering us on. Then, as we always did, Lon and I sat and wathed the replay, drinking beer and decompressing from the race.

And so did everyone else.

Our races were that intense.

He's offered to pay for golf on this visit, so I've got that to look forward to. Tho last time I played I had such a crappy day it's not even funny. Well, unless you're not me and were looking for a good chuckle or something.

Anyhoozle, time for me to get my ass ready for work.

Buenos con queso,


Sunday, July 20, 2008

The tedium continues....

Yeah, still nothing fun or exciting.

That is unless you consider unrelenting heat, work, and sleeping to be fun/exciting.

Sleep is marginally fun, but when you wake up 2 or 3 times a night drenched in sweat, even sleep loses it's shine.

My days off are filled with beer and EverQuest, and eq, while fun for me, is not something I'm willing to wax rhapsodic about here, 'cause I'm sure it would bore you all to tears.

I think I'm going to eat something before work.....

Buenos con queso,


Thursday, July 17, 2008

Nothing....not a thing....

Part of it is that life has been boring.

Part of it is that I've been playing eq like a madman.

Part of it is it's been to hot to think.

All of it means I've been really lame about posting lately.

I mean, I could regale you all with my tales of eq triumph, but I'm sure none of you would be interested, or even care.

Cross your fingers, and maybe something exciting will happen that will actually be blogworthy.

Buenos con queso,


Thursday, July 10, 2008

Just in case you thought it was getting better....

It has in fact gotten worse.

This is what things looked like yesterday afternoon:

And the moon last night? About the same:

You can't really tell from the top photo, but the sun was cherry red, and there was so much smoke that you could look directly at it. Not that I stood there and stared or anything, because even then, it can still damage your eyes, but you get the idea.

Right now, my nose is tickling like nobody's business, I have a headache, and a sore throat.

The really need to put California out, 'cause it's fucking killing me.

Buenos con queso,


Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Actions speaks louder than words....

That's just a line from the song that's one now (hard to handle by the black crowes since you asked) and will prolly have very little to do with the following post.

I thought I had missed it again, but when I checked the date, I found out that I actually made it just in time.

I'm sure you're wondering what I'm talking about, and I'll end the suspense:

4 years ago, I made my first post here.

Four years. That kinda boggles my mind. I mean, hell, I've had 3 jobs in that time (4 if you count round table which i hardly ever do) tho most of it was the answering service at 27 months.

In preparation for this post, I went back and read some of my older ones, as you might imagine. I didn't read many, but there were a couple (one about R in particular remember her) that got me thinking about the past, and about the choices we make.

Now, don't worry, I'm not going to get all maudlin or anything, I've just been thinking about the past a little more than usual at this point.

Ok...for current news: Work is good, but I'm still tired of working. It's been so fucking hot lately that it's driving me insane. Last night at around 8:30 or 9:00, it was 96 fucking degrees in my bedroom, according to my clock.

Yeah, I dare you to try and fall asleep when it's that hot.

I talked to my daughter for her birthday. I can't believe that she's 16 already.

Where does the time go?

I guess that'll have to do for now.....

Buenos con queso,


Sunday, July 06, 2008

I was shocked to the point of disbelief.....

Traditionally, (and by that i mean the last 10 years or so) Carson City's fireworks show has sucked.


I mean, I understand the reasons. We're a small city, and the shows are (so im told) privately funded, and I don't know, a myriad of other reasons are always profferd to explain why our show sucks so bad.

I think last years lasted somewhere in the neighborhood of 8 minutes.

I shit you not.

This year, expecting disappointment, but determined to get some pix, I headed around the building and set up my tripod. Imagine my surprise when the show was not only good, but lasted nearly half an hour.

I almost soiled myself.

I was going to put photos on here, but decided instead to just put them on flickr. Right click on this link, open it in a new window, and enjoy....

Buenos con queso,


Wednesday, July 02, 2008

A bad clown can really fuck you up.....

That's the most obscure movie quote I could come up with (no mike you cant play this round), so put on your thinking caps and see if you can find the answer.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

So, my life has just been a big bag of boring lately. Work, sleep, work again.

Well, and EQ. I'd tell you about what's been going on there, but I'm sure none of you care all that much.

The big boss (and owner of the store) is back in town for a while. I'm not sure how long, but doesn't spend a great amount of time in Carson City.

I wouldn't either, if I had a house in Baja (mexico) and another in Thailand. He hosts an employee party on his property here every 4th of July, so I've got that to look forward to this weekend.

Yeah...drawing a blank now...

Buenos con queso,