February 7, 2005
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I’M BACK BABY!!! Long story short, it was really nothing, but might replace the hard drive anyway.
This has the potential to be a really long post, so I will condense certain stories.
We played cards Friday night. It was just me, Mark, Rusty, Dave, and
arriving later, Lance. He was a suprise and showed up after we were a
little more than an hour into the first game. He started off bad, but
managed to actually come back and win. He also made it to the finals in
the last game, against Dave. He was getting his ass kicked and was
actually trying to go home, and was very close to leaving. All of a
sudden, he pulled a flush out of his ass, and next thing you know,
things turned around, and he eventually won.The next day, I was to meet Isaiah (sorry if I spelled it wrong) at a
Starbucks on the northside. I arrived shortly after 2 in the PM. I
looked around trying to find a young looking guy sitting by himself.
Funny part is, he was sitting right by the door and I managed to walk
right past him. I looked around and saw him and introduced myself. I
ordered some all chocolate drink, which I had seen on Liam’s Xanga and
looked sooooo good. Turns out, not only was it pricey, but it didn’t
taste nearly as good as I thought it would. Isaiah seemed very
nice. He has this innocence to him, its wonderful. We sat near a
window and looked out it at passerby’s while talking. I think I creeped
him out a little bit because I was really making fun of people, just
trying to keep from the inevitable akward silences. Don’t you just hate
those akward silences when you first meet somebody? Anywho, he is a
little cutie. I enjoyed talking to him, but it was tough to gage
whether he felt the same way. We talked for about 2 hours when he
decided he had enough of me and had to leave.Saturday night was the piano bar. Man, I swear, I love that place. It
reminds me of a more expensive, dirtier version of Dae shows, which I
miss going to. We had such a great time, although for a portion of the
night, Dave was pouting because they wouldn’t play his song. Of course,
he had paid them $2 to play it, but still he could have had a great
time otherwise. I was in the habit of paying them money to play really
bad songs, like “We are the World” and “Hello” by Lionel Ritchie. Call
me an ass, but I like to come up with really bad, and cheesy songs for
them to play, and then watch the reaction of people, such as Mark, who
comically gets bent out of shape about it.Yesterday was the Super Bowl, which unless you are completely out
of it, you already knew. And, it happened again, a repeat
performance. And it must be stopped. Can they do it again next year?
Who can and will stop them? They should be well washed up by next year,
so you would think they wouldn’t be able to do it again. I speak only
of Terry Bradshaw and Paul McCartney. Somebody, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
stop Terry Bradshaw from singing on the air AGAIN! Please, I beg you.
Do something. Cut his mic. Give him larengytis. Cut out his tongue.
Kill him if you have to, but just stop it from happening again. And I’m
still trying to figure out when exactly Ringo became the least
embarrsssing living Beetle. I have always thought Bradshaw was a
jackass and an idiot. Now, his actions at 2 of the last 4 Super Bowls
have confirmed to me that he is some kind of Super-Mega Jackass. And to
think, people got upset when Janet Jackson showed a nipple? I think the
FCC should fine FOX everytime they allow Bradshaw to sing on camera.
And then, there is the whole matter of the post game interviews he did
after the Super Bowl and after the NFC Championship game, him saying to
the players “I want you to carry this trophy around the stadium and
share it with your fans”………..the man has gone off the deep end,
which I guess, wasn ‘t hard for him to do, seeing as he was never quite
on the deep end to begin with. Next year, the two Super Bowl teams
(most likely the 49ers and the Dolphins!) need to come up with a game
plan to stop him. As for McCartney, he should be ashamed of himself.
This is almost as bad as if he were to be singing on air with Tom
Arnold.Before the game, Bush Sr and Clinton were seen together. Now, I know,
they are working together for the whole tsunami aid thing, but man,
they sure are spending a lot of time together. One might think they
were dating. Its almost like that Simpson’s Halloween episode in which
Clinton and Dole were holding hands. Of course, we know Clinton is
using Bush to get some White House intern and Bush Sr is just
pretending that Clinton is the son that he wishes Bush Jr could have
been.The whole day was a lot of fun. Good food at Scooty’s house, and good
food at Mark’s. And, of course, the game was pretty good too, although
I was rooting for the Eagles. For the……….well, however many years
it has been now that I have particpated in Super Bowl squares, I didn’t
win. Instead, at Mark’s house, kids won 3 of the 4 damn quarters! And I
mean kids. Steve’s 3 year old son Colin won one quarter. Wesley’s
wife’s 2 year old daughter won 2 quarters. Keep in mind, this was $20 a
quarter!Watching a decent amount of FOX the last 2 days, I have seen some more
previews for that show House, which I have yet to see an episode of
yet. Anywho, every preview, he is “fighting to save a patient’s life.”
Why is it always so extreme? Why does he have to always save a life?
Why can’t they just have him trying to save a patient’s toe or help
them kick a sugar addiction instead? Oh, wait, I know, its because its
FOX, everything is always to the extreme on FOX, for example, 24 is
tv’s “biggest thrill ride”, and the Daytona 500 is “sports biggest
thrill ride” and Paris Hilton is “a frat boy’s biggest thrill ride” and
American Idol is “karaoke’s biggest thrill ride”. Here is a big thrill
ride: how about airing something that is not so stupid that it kills
brain cells?
