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I found a new restaurant last week. It's called Moe's, a southwestern grill get in/get out quick type of place. The food is incredible! I ate there 4 days in a row. I can't necessarily say I was pleasant to be around by late Friday though, imagine if you will, veggie burritos... everyday....for four days. My eyes still tear up when I think about it.
Congrats to the Cubbies!!! I'm real glad you made it, now I just hope Atlanta cracks your ass. I really would like to see the Braves take it all the way this year. October, the absolute best month of the year: football, baseball side by side, not to mention the weather.
Are rubberband wars in the office a sign of a failing economy or just a vast left wing conspiracy?
We've been having these brutal elastic battles for the past week. Everybody from the president of the company on down has been targeted, no one is safe. I know there are mothers worldwide who may eventually read this and collectively say "you're gonna put out an eye!" but it's been fun. We're even getting to the point of building WMD's (weapons of minimal distraction). So far I've built a "stinger" which is a paper clip bent into a delta-winged projectile, and uses the latest in propulsion technology.... a big rubberband. Also, a "dart" which I consider an amazing feat of office product re-engineering prowess. You take a straight pin, a posty note and an eraser put them all together and come up with an instrument of pain. You can actually shoot the thing into your co-worker at 20 feet. I pride myself on my distractions.
On a side note... I've sold my 1000th (since I've been counting) photograph last week! I'm pretty jazzed.
9/29/2003 05:57:18 PM
I went to see "Cabin Fever" last night. Going into the show I had already resigned myself that this show was going to suck and blow, but my buddy wanted to see it and I had nothing else to do. I thought the movie was going to be one of those Freddy vs. Jason vs. The Archies. I was only partially wrong, I say partially because the movie was total crap, and there wasn't much gratuitous violence (human on human anyway) and there wasn't a monster that walked around in a hockey mask or sneaked up on you in your dreams or anything. The basics around this cinematic tour-de-force is:
a. 5 college students take road trip and...
b. stay in a cabin in the woods
c. have sex
d. drink beer
e. smoke pot
f. kill a woodsy homeless guy (accidentally of course)
g. have more sex
h. catch a (ebolish like) flesh eating disease, that...
i. makes them spew blood that has the consistency of Karo Syrup and red food coloring
j. they also get chased by a bunch of hillbillies (ala...Ned Beatty 'the other white meat')
k. and one or two of them gets chewed on by a rabid dog
The part about this movie that twisted from all of the other flicks of this genre is... THEY ALL DIED. How anti-anti-climatic is that. It's almost like someone actually thought this thing through BEFORE they loaded the camera with film. Although, thinking back to the credits, the guy who filmed it, also produced it, and directed it, and wrote it, and played one of the characters. That should've been a big red flag that read: "THIS MOVIE WILL WASTE YOUR 89 MINUTES, IT'S BAD, REAL BAD!!! LEAVE NOW AND GO SNEAK INTO DICKEY ROBERTS - FORMER CHILD STAR. SCRATCH THAT, THAT MOVIE IS JUST AS BAD. JUST GO HOME AND WATCH CARNIVALE ON HBO".
Here's a moment of self-actualization (or would this be self-realization) I like movies, even shitty ones.
9/22/2003 07:41:20 PM
Ok, last night I was ass-draggin' tired. But, I was in a creative mood and I wanted to update the site so I figured the best thing for me to do was to come up with a "visual entry" for the blog (I really don't like that name "blog"... It's kinda like "WEBMASTER", but who am I to bitch, right?). Anyway, below you'll see roughly four hours of my "brain goo". No particular direction, I was just alpha-wave rambling. *Please note, the Bogart and TinMan pieces are derivative works. The photo's copyright belong to their respective owners. I hope you find something you like.
9/18/2003 08:30:06 AM
I'm having too hard of a time writing tonight. I want to but, I've got a lot on my mind that I should get out but can't organize for some reason. Part of the issue is I like communicating with someone/something that will give me feedback, the other part is what I want to write about... I shouldn't.
On a side note, My cast is starting to smell. I was meeting with a client today and gotta whiff of "it" and I swear the funk could've picked me up and thrown me over it's shoulder and walked away. The scent (hah!) is a cross between grated parmesian, tuna and ass... multi-day old. Hygeine is a pretty high priority of mine, so this thing is making a bit self-conscience.
9/15/2003 08:42:04 PM
( /start/ In my best/worst FM Voice) I'd like to shout out a goooooood Saturday morning to everybody on the beach in Bloggville. We'll have news coming up at the top of the hour, but meanwhile I'd like to spin another tune from the latest from Steely Dan, this one's titled "The Things I Miss the Most". (/end/ My best/worst FM Voice)
Actually this is a beautiful Saturday morning. It's sunny and quiet and finally the southern heat seems to be breaking. It's like one of those surreal scenes from a movie where the lead is reading the paper, sipping coffee, eating a donut and basically oblivious to everything. Time has disappeared, he's at peace at least for the moment. I am that guy. In the background Steely Dan is playing. ....It's going to be a good day.
Things I Miss The Most
I don't mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes
And I don't miss the fights
I lie on the couch 'til suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most:
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
I kinda like frying up
My sad cuisine
Getting in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine
Sometimes in the corner of my eye
I see that adorable ghost
And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The comfy Eames chair
The good copper pans
The '54 Strat
These are the things I miss the most
I had a little birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdie good-bye
Birdie bye bye
I'm learning how to meditate
So far so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood
The days really don't last forever
But it's getting pretty damn close
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
Oh yeah... Go Dawgs!
9/13/2003 11:52:05 AM
Ruby Tuesday
I'll never claim to be the brightest bulb in the marquee. As a matter of fact I'd have to say that my talents lie more in a utilitarian vein rather than learned. Ok what I'm trying to say is I'm one handy son-of-a-bitch to have around just don't laugh at me when I do something really stupid.
Today at lunch is a prime example.
Some friends and I were at Ruby Tuesday's (their Turkey Club and Cheese Fries are worth prison time.) Anyway, after I finish my meal we're sitting around talking about blowing off the rest of the day and having a few drinks... you know wishful thinking stuff. All of a sudden my stomach starts to grumble. So I excuse myself in a gentlemanly way and sprint (clearly focused) to the restroom. I'm in there for 5-10 minutes or whatever then tidy up. I'm at the vanity washing my hand (as in singular... remember my other hand is out of order) when this lady comes walking in. She sees me, then pardon's herself 'cause she walked into the men's room. She walks out then back in again. You guessed it, I was in her domain so to speak.
Did I mention I was focused?
9/12/2003 02:04:23 PM
After reading a year's worth of someone's blog, that someone being the aforementioned link, "tequila mockingbird". I figured it'd be a good idea to change the name of my blog from TequilaMockingbyrd to something else. The girl that writes Tequila Mockingbird is on totally different level. Hell, someone would be smart to take her blog and make an HBO original Series out of it.
Anyway, this online (blogging) thing seems to blur the lines and boundaries of intimacy. I feel like I know the author of Tequila Mockingbird better than I know my wife of 14 years. Not that our relationship is lacking or anything. It's just her journal is heart-wide and open.
So with all of this being said, TequilaMockingbyrd is changing to R80o (pronounced Radio).
9/12/2003 08:42:40 AM
I came across this blog today. Fancy that, it's the name I wanted. Great Stuff though. tequila mockingbird: a collection of random thoughts from a rather random chick
9/11/2003 10:37:11 AM
Oh yeah, about the hand thing... It's a totally ridiculous (read embarrassing) situation. One of my clients called me and pushed every one of my buttons. I mean this guy found my very last nerve and tap danced on it with high-heels! Well, I was cool, calm and collected the whole time on the phone, but when I hung up every bit of stress I've ever had since all the way back to the sixth grade boiled up. I power-punched my desk and broke a couple of my knuckles off -- OFF! I immediately felt better from a mental health perspective but about twenty minutes later the nerves in my hand woke back up and started squealing like Ned Beatty.
When I went to the emergency room everybody got a good laugh (as did I) about the whole thing. After the doc examined my hand he told me "instead of being Mr. Nice and Cool all the time, it would be better to lose your shit more often. Or else you'll wake up one day and take out a Burger King or somethin'." Needless to say he and I got along great.
Now after a cast, a bushel of Lortab, Thorazine in a cup with a crazy straw and electroshock therapy things are so much clearer.
9/11/2003 10:25:49 AM
Still trying to come up with a conversation to chat about. BuffettSux!
9/10/2003 02:56:13 PM
Hand's broke, so I'm limited in my physical conversation (typing). I'll update as I can.
9/9/2003 09:44:16 AM
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