I'm back,,, due to popular demand..
although, I have nothing to write about..
currently I have a sprained ankle on my left foot.. worst one of my life,, the bottom part of my "ankle bone" (I'm no doctor) is black and blue... it sucks..
and on my right foot, the big toe has a huge gash in it.. there was meat hanging off and everything... I karate kicked a boat propeller...
I hate my work boots right now..
in other news,,, school starts next monday... which i'm a little excited about,, but,, that also means summer is over... which I'm not excited about.....
at all.
and it's only 80 something degrees and overcast today.. most people are loving it,, but not me..
I'm wishing it was mid nineties and i was sitting by the pool reading a book... Instead i'm in my apartment,, writing a blog...
Also,, I'm moving this weekend... probably.. to a rent house in North Richland HIlls.. for the first time in my life, I'll have a garage to work out of... I can't wait.. no more dirt floors and stacks of cardboard for me.. I guess I'll even have to buy a creeper.
I'm thinking of taking up the sport of wakeboarding... I already bought a wakeboard actually... oh,, I forgot to mention,, that the recent injuries to my feet were obtained while riding a wakeboard...
but in my defense,, that was the first time I had ridden a wakeboard in about ten years... so,, I can only get better..... and braver..
hmmmmmm.... what else???
I don't know,,, I've got to find something to do before I go crazy... Summer is slipping away,, and I'm sitting in an apartment typing letters to some imaginary audience..
I HATE WINTER....
that phrase has been in the back of my head ALL DAY.
and this one,
"some weasel stole the cork out of my lunch"
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
1 more on the books
we got our asses kicked tonight..
i had a record high in points... i think eleven...
but also a record high in traveling calls,, blocked shots,, missed free throws.. etc. etc..
i had planned to come home and write a lengthy blog about funerals,, and the like..
but instead i spent the last hour playing guitar.. something i don't do very much anymore,, for some reason..
actually, i even wrote a song.. first one in two years..
so that's neat.. i suppose...
i will leave you with this thought that has been floating around my head the last few days:
I would rather hula hoop naked in front of a hundred people i don't know, than walk into a room full of people I used to know, and shake hands with them.
i wonder what the proper spelling of hula hoop is... hoola?? hula? oh well..
also,, i have decided that when i die,,,, there will be specific instructions on my computer,, or else where.. these instructions will dictate the whole funeral proceedings,, who can talk,, who can't,, who can play songs,, who can't,, who's invited... that's right... the first invitation-only funeral.. that i know of anyway.
actually,, i think that might be the subject of my next post..
one things for sure,, there'll be a lot more jamming going on,, than talking.. my funeral is going to be one huge jam session/song swap type thing..
damnit.. i wish i could just hold the funeral early, so that i could attend...
i had a record high in points... i think eleven...
but also a record high in traveling calls,, blocked shots,, missed free throws.. etc. etc..
i had planned to come home and write a lengthy blog about funerals,, and the like..
but instead i spent the last hour playing guitar.. something i don't do very much anymore,, for some reason..
actually, i even wrote a song.. first one in two years..
so that's neat.. i suppose...
i will leave you with this thought that has been floating around my head the last few days:
I would rather hula hoop naked in front of a hundred people i don't know, than walk into a room full of people I used to know, and shake hands with them.
i wonder what the proper spelling of hula hoop is... hoola?? hula? oh well..
also,, i have decided that when i die,,,, there will be specific instructions on my computer,, or else where.. these instructions will dictate the whole funeral proceedings,, who can talk,, who can't,, who can play songs,, who can't,, who's invited... that's right... the first invitation-only funeral.. that i know of anyway.
actually,, i think that might be the subject of my next post..
one things for sure,, there'll be a lot more jamming going on,, than talking.. my funeral is going to be one huge jam session/song swap type thing..
damnit.. i wish i could just hold the funeral early, so that i could attend...
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
oh, what a day.
i think i'll set a record for the number of blogs written in one week..
maybe i should come to san angelo more often,,,,, or how about never again.
anyhow,,, after i wrote the blog yesterday,, i went outside and stretched out by the pool with a magazine.. this is about the only enjoyable thing i can find in san angelo... maybe i'll get a nice tan going by the time we finish this job..
anyhow,, i was shortly interrupted to come inside and set up my computer again so that brad can play poker.. however, i'm not terribly annoyed at this point because i've already successfully released the majority of my hostile emotions into the world wide web just an hour before hand.. he played poker right up until the time that we left to go eat. I discovered that the rest of our crew had gone to red lobster. He didn't want to go, and declined to stick his head out the door and ask if i wanted to join them. so,, he tells me i can choose where we eat. We get in his avalanche. I'm driving. As we pull out of the hotel parking lot, his phone rings. It's his wife. He asks what's wrong a few times, and then they start shouting at each other. very uncomfortable situation for me. I don't know the whole story, but from what i can tell, his wife dug through a few of his belongings that he had bundled up from prison, and there were a few letters from someone of the female persuasion,,, other than herself. i immediately learned that she hadn't "faithfully waited" on him,, either...
anyhow,, enough of that.. here i am,, driving around a town i'm not familiar with,, desperately trying to find any sort of restaurant,, and make my escape from the whole situation..
i eventually spot a buffalo wild wings and pull in. He stays outside and finishes the shouting match.. he comes in later, and procedes to tell me about their problems, while i scarf down way too much food,, and he drinks way too much alcohol..
on the way home, he tells me that he wrote a country song once... i'm slightly interested. he says it only has one line.. which is, "i always stop when i see that sign, that says LIQUOR BEER WINE"
not too bad,, actually... we actually saw one of those signs shortly after that.. anyhow,, the ride home was slightly uncomfortable..
back at the hotel, he proceeds to play poker until i'm fast asleep..
i woke up first this morning.. while i'm brushing my teeth, the hotel phone rings..
he rolls over and answers.. I'm not sure who was on the other line,, or what they said,, but he reply was, "Na, I'm just layin' here waitin for my morning boner to go down."
that's exactly what i wanted here first thing this morning.. thanks.
work was physically stressful.. we carried a bunch of panels up stairs... or actually, me and another coworker did,, with a few temporary laborers.. brad carried none..
at lunch, he asks how many we have left.. i told him eleven.. he says, "good,, after yall get the last one up,, we're going back to the hotel,, my feet are hurting"
me and omar glance at each other in dazzling awe.. i can't believe what i've just heard.
at two thirty,, we carried up the last panel.. brad starts putting tools up.. i told him i wasn't ready to go to the hotel yet.. he jokingly says something about coming back and getting me in the morning.. i said ok and went back to work.. then he starts back peddling,, and offers to leave his truck and ride with someone else back to the hotel.. i worked another two hours with omar,, and damn near finished the job..
upon return,, my only thought is,, at least i won't have to walk in the room to find him playing poker,, since my computer requires a password,, which he doesn't know..
but,, on the way to the room,, another coworkers door was open,, i glance in on the way by,, he's in there room playing poker!! on his computer!!...
the only other guy with a computer in our crew,, and he is in there playing poker on it!!!
unbelievable..
but,,, at least i'll have an easy day tomorrow.. maybe about four hours worth of work,, and then a nice little drive home..
i can't wait to leave this town...
that is all.
maybe i should come to san angelo more often,,,,, or how about never again.
anyhow,,, after i wrote the blog yesterday,, i went outside and stretched out by the pool with a magazine.. this is about the only enjoyable thing i can find in san angelo... maybe i'll get a nice tan going by the time we finish this job..
anyhow,, i was shortly interrupted to come inside and set up my computer again so that brad can play poker.. however, i'm not terribly annoyed at this point because i've already successfully released the majority of my hostile emotions into the world wide web just an hour before hand.. he played poker right up until the time that we left to go eat. I discovered that the rest of our crew had gone to red lobster. He didn't want to go, and declined to stick his head out the door and ask if i wanted to join them. so,, he tells me i can choose where we eat. We get in his avalanche. I'm driving. As we pull out of the hotel parking lot, his phone rings. It's his wife. He asks what's wrong a few times, and then they start shouting at each other. very uncomfortable situation for me. I don't know the whole story, but from what i can tell, his wife dug through a few of his belongings that he had bundled up from prison, and there were a few letters from someone of the female persuasion,,, other than herself. i immediately learned that she hadn't "faithfully waited" on him,, either...
anyhow,, enough of that.. here i am,, driving around a town i'm not familiar with,, desperately trying to find any sort of restaurant,, and make my escape from the whole situation..
i eventually spot a buffalo wild wings and pull in. He stays outside and finishes the shouting match.. he comes in later, and procedes to tell me about their problems, while i scarf down way too much food,, and he drinks way too much alcohol..
on the way home, he tells me that he wrote a country song once... i'm slightly interested. he says it only has one line.. which is, "i always stop when i see that sign, that says LIQUOR BEER WINE"
not too bad,, actually... we actually saw one of those signs shortly after that.. anyhow,, the ride home was slightly uncomfortable..
back at the hotel, he proceeds to play poker until i'm fast asleep..
i woke up first this morning.. while i'm brushing my teeth, the hotel phone rings..
he rolls over and answers.. I'm not sure who was on the other line,, or what they said,, but he reply was, "Na, I'm just layin' here waitin for my morning boner to go down."
that's exactly what i wanted here first thing this morning.. thanks.
work was physically stressful.. we carried a bunch of panels up stairs... or actually, me and another coworker did,, with a few temporary laborers.. brad carried none..
at lunch, he asks how many we have left.. i told him eleven.. he says, "good,, after yall get the last one up,, we're going back to the hotel,, my feet are hurting"
me and omar glance at each other in dazzling awe.. i can't believe what i've just heard.
at two thirty,, we carried up the last panel.. brad starts putting tools up.. i told him i wasn't ready to go to the hotel yet.. he jokingly says something about coming back and getting me in the morning.. i said ok and went back to work.. then he starts back peddling,, and offers to leave his truck and ride with someone else back to the hotel.. i worked another two hours with omar,, and damn near finished the job..
upon return,, my only thought is,, at least i won't have to walk in the room to find him playing poker,, since my computer requires a password,, which he doesn't know..
but,, on the way to the room,, another coworkers door was open,, i glance in on the way by,, he's in there room playing poker!! on his computer!!...
the only other guy with a computer in our crew,, and he is in there playing poker on it!!!
unbelievable..
but,,, at least i'll have an easy day tomorrow.. maybe about four hours worth of work,, and then a nice little drive home..
i can't wait to leave this town...
that is all.
Monday, August 2, 2010
the sequel to the over zealous security guard
ok,,
now,, on to the rest of my story,,,
so then.. after the security guard incident.. i go home... i see that same song that i was talking about on a cool viral video,,, i'll try and up load it or something later... but i was a little stoked about that... but then,,, i get ready to go and jam with some of my friends...
nothing out of the ordinary here,,, i did the usual routine,,, take a shower,, brush teeth,, deodorant,, you know.. the whole deal..
then i go down stairs,, get in my truck,, and pull out onto the street..
however,,, one block away,, i'm sitting at a red light,, trying to turn right.. this particular red light has a camera which has already busted me twice,,, so i make sure and stop for the whole 3 seconds or whatever it is,, and then turn right,, but immediately i hear a loud clanging noise.. my first thought is that my toolbox fell over in the back of the truck.. but with a glance in the rear view,, i discover that trash is flying up behind me,, and scattering about the road...
hmmm.. that's interesting,,, because i didn't see any trash in the road that i might have run over,,, and there wasn't any trash in,,, or on,,, the back of my truck,, that i knew of..... and to top it off,, i'm hearing a sort of rubbing noise...
so i pull over in the buffalo wild wings parking lot... sheepishly,, i avoid eye contact with all those vehicles that are now passing me,, and moments before had probably hit some of that trash head on..
so,, upon further inspection,, i discover,, that there is a trash can stuck underneath my truck... i'm talking about one of those trash cans that people have in their kitchens,, about a 4 feet tall,, rectangular shaped,, kitchen trash can,,, is wedged underneath my rear axle...
now... i don't recall hitting any trash can.. i certainly didn't see any trash cans in the road..
so i pull it out... it's empty.. i guess all of the previous contents are spread about the access road now.. hmmm...
i'm still puzzled,,, at first i was accusing some punk kids of throwing a trash can under my truck while i wasn't looking,, at the stop light....
but,,, that sounds a little improbable.. so what then...
how long was i dragging that thing.. i didn't hear any noises before that,,, but i keep the stereo so loud,, i could have been dragging it for miles and never knew it...
i don't know... now,,, i'm picturing it... people beside and behind me,, were probably gazing in awe at the crazy guy with a huge neon orange " FINAL NOTICE,, YOU ARE ILLEGALLY PARKED STICKER" stuck to his window,, dragging a trash can down the road,, not giving a shit about the wreckage left behind him....
ah,, what a sight...
so then,, i got back in my truck and left the evidence in the buffalo wild wings parking lot...
on second thought,, i should have thrown it in the back.. we could use an extra trash can at the apartment..
now,, on to the rest of my story,,,
so then.. after the security guard incident.. i go home... i see that same song that i was talking about on a cool viral video,,, i'll try and up load it or something later... but i was a little stoked about that... but then,,, i get ready to go and jam with some of my friends...
nothing out of the ordinary here,,, i did the usual routine,,, take a shower,, brush teeth,, deodorant,, you know.. the whole deal..
then i go down stairs,, get in my truck,, and pull out onto the street..
however,,, one block away,, i'm sitting at a red light,, trying to turn right.. this particular red light has a camera which has already busted me twice,,, so i make sure and stop for the whole 3 seconds or whatever it is,, and then turn right,, but immediately i hear a loud clanging noise.. my first thought is that my toolbox fell over in the back of the truck.. but with a glance in the rear view,, i discover that trash is flying up behind me,, and scattering about the road...
hmmm.. that's interesting,,, because i didn't see any trash in the road that i might have run over,,, and there wasn't any trash in,,, or on,,, the back of my truck,, that i knew of..... and to top it off,, i'm hearing a sort of rubbing noise...
so i pull over in the buffalo wild wings parking lot... sheepishly,, i avoid eye contact with all those vehicles that are now passing me,, and moments before had probably hit some of that trash head on..
so,, upon further inspection,, i discover,, that there is a trash can stuck underneath my truck... i'm talking about one of those trash cans that people have in their kitchens,, about a 4 feet tall,, rectangular shaped,, kitchen trash can,,, is wedged underneath my rear axle...
now... i don't recall hitting any trash can.. i certainly didn't see any trash cans in the road..
so i pull it out... it's empty.. i guess all of the previous contents are spread about the access road now.. hmmm...
i'm still puzzled,,, at first i was accusing some punk kids of throwing a trash can under my truck while i wasn't looking,, at the stop light....
but,,, that sounds a little improbable.. so what then...
how long was i dragging that thing.. i didn't hear any noises before that,,, but i keep the stereo so loud,, i could have been dragging it for miles and never knew it...
i don't know... now,,, i'm picturing it... people beside and behind me,, were probably gazing in awe at the crazy guy with a huge neon orange " FINAL NOTICE,, YOU ARE ILLEGALLY PARKED STICKER" stuck to his window,, dragging a trash can down the road,, not giving a shit about the wreckage left behind him....
ah,, what a sight...
so then,, i got back in my truck and left the evidence in the buffalo wild wings parking lot...
on second thought,, i should have thrown it in the back.. we could use an extra trash can at the apartment..
the laquinta inn,, san angelo texas..
well...
hello there...
i'm in a hotel room in san angelo... it's a little out dated... the key cards for the rooms are the kind with random holes punched in them that you have to slide in the door and you hear a clanking sound when it opens... and the tv has a nintendo 64 controller attached to it... at first i was confused,, but then i turned the television on,, and the first menu that came up said, "PUSH 1 TO PLAY NINTENDO 64'S HOTTEST NEW GAMES!!!" .... sweet... i'm pretty sure there hasn't been a nintendo 64 game released in about ten years...
anyhow,, we arrived in this shady hotel last night,, and i had planned on watching a little tv,, and then finishing my two part blog,, and going to sleep..
but,, my boss asked if he could use my computer to check his bank account,,so,, of course,, i set it up for him,, since he's almost computer illiterate,, and let him go... ten minutes later,, he goes,, "uh oh,,, how can i get on facebook without it logging on to your profile?"... so,, i went over there, and showed him how to log out,, and he logged in,, and so forth... that's all fine,,,
but then,,, the bastard proceeded to play online poker until 1:00 in the morning,, and as i was drifting to sleep i could still hear his voice echoing, "yeah, you like that?!,,,, you didn't see that comin did ya'!! or,, oh come on you fuckin punk!! that's cheap!....
till one o'clock in the morning..
granted,,, i don't usually go to sleep early,, but i try to at least be out by 11,,, or 11:30...
and then,,,
we went to work this morning,, it's 103 degrees,,, i hate san angelo..
we have to come back to the hotel at lunch to meet the rest of our crew,, who is just arriving from dallas...
of course they're running late... so we go back to the room to rest for a minute...
as brad (my boss)(fresh out of prison,, by the way) walks in he stops and looks at the desk across the room from me,,, and asks, "did you put your computer away?"... i said,"yes brad,, i did" in a kind of sarcastic tone... and he replies, "well could you get it back out??,,, so i can play some poker??"
HOLY SHIT!!! i can't rightly recall,, but i don't think i saved up my money, and woke up at 5 am the day after thanksgiving,, and rushed to wal mart,, and ran around trying to find where they were keeping the lap tops that were on sale,, and finally discovered via a friend of mine that works there,, that they were hidden behind the photo booth desk,,, which ultimatley ensured my victory,, wherein I rightfully obtained a lap top at an obscenely low price,,, (one of only three at every store),,, so that you,,, BRADLY COWZERT,,, could play online poker!!!
fuck you.
buy a computer if you want to play online poker so bad,,, oh,, and then learn how to use it..
ggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
ok... i got that out..
i'm ok now...
hello there...
i'm in a hotel room in san angelo... it's a little out dated... the key cards for the rooms are the kind with random holes punched in them that you have to slide in the door and you hear a clanking sound when it opens... and the tv has a nintendo 64 controller attached to it... at first i was confused,, but then i turned the television on,, and the first menu that came up said, "PUSH 1 TO PLAY NINTENDO 64'S HOTTEST NEW GAMES!!!" .... sweet... i'm pretty sure there hasn't been a nintendo 64 game released in about ten years...
anyhow,, we arrived in this shady hotel last night,, and i had planned on watching a little tv,, and then finishing my two part blog,, and going to sleep..
but,, my boss asked if he could use my computer to check his bank account,,so,, of course,, i set it up for him,, since he's almost computer illiterate,, and let him go... ten minutes later,, he goes,, "uh oh,,, how can i get on facebook without it logging on to your profile?"... so,, i went over there, and showed him how to log out,, and he logged in,, and so forth... that's all fine,,,
but then,,, the bastard proceeded to play online poker until 1:00 in the morning,, and as i was drifting to sleep i could still hear his voice echoing, "yeah, you like that?!,,,, you didn't see that comin did ya'!! or,, oh come on you fuckin punk!! that's cheap!....
till one o'clock in the morning..
granted,,, i don't usually go to sleep early,, but i try to at least be out by 11,,, or 11:30...
and then,,,
we went to work this morning,, it's 103 degrees,,, i hate san angelo..
we have to come back to the hotel at lunch to meet the rest of our crew,, who is just arriving from dallas...
of course they're running late... so we go back to the room to rest for a minute...
as brad (my boss)(fresh out of prison,, by the way) walks in he stops and looks at the desk across the room from me,,, and asks, "did you put your computer away?"... i said,"yes brad,, i did" in a kind of sarcastic tone... and he replies, "well could you get it back out??,,, so i can play some poker??"
HOLY SHIT!!! i can't rightly recall,, but i don't think i saved up my money, and woke up at 5 am the day after thanksgiving,, and rushed to wal mart,, and ran around trying to find where they were keeping the lap tops that were on sale,, and finally discovered via a friend of mine that works there,, that they were hidden behind the photo booth desk,,, which ultimatley ensured my victory,, wherein I rightfully obtained a lap top at an obscenely low price,,, (one of only three at every store),,, so that you,,, BRADLY COWZERT,,, could play online poker!!!
fuck you.
buy a computer if you want to play online poker so bad,,, oh,, and then learn how to use it..
ggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
ok... i got that out..
i'm ok now...
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