Friday, March 21, 2003
Hey, Al Gore finally won an election!
Thursday, March 20, 2003
Looks like Nick has found himself a new fetish.
Do I have to blog about the war just because it's happening?
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Man, if it weren't for the Don Henley fans, would anyone be looking at my blog? No shit, the most common search that brings people to my sight is a quest to find the lyrics to Boys of Summer. And not just any lyrics but the deadhead sticker on a cadillac refrain. What is that about? Is it that people have that lyric in their heads and search it to figure out what the fuck song it's from? And how is that my blog is so high up on the list? Number one on the above yahoo search. Number three on this Google UK search. (Do the English even know what a deadhead and/or a Cadillac is?)
There are other more pressing questions at this moment in history of course -- chief among them, why Nick has got it into his head to nickname me (little pun there) Peanut. Is he mad coz his nickname is "Fucker"? Dude, how many times do I have to tell you, I did not dub thee that. A certain female person who went to college with you gave you that sobriquet, I believe. (You can look that word up here, Nicky.)
As for the, ahem, gambling problem. Okay, so I've been to the cardhouses every night since my return, fair enough - won $306 the first night, $60 the second, $10 the third. Even I can see the pattern developing here so I'm laying off tonight.
There are other more pressing questions at this moment in history of course -- chief among them, why Nick has got it into his head to nickname me (little pun there) Peanut. Is he mad coz his nickname is "Fucker"? Dude, how many times do I have to tell you, I did not dub thee that. A certain female person who went to college with you gave you that sobriquet, I believe. (You can look that word up here, Nicky.)
As for the, ahem, gambling problem. Okay, so I've been to the cardhouses every night since my return, fair enough - won $306 the first night, $60 the second, $10 the third. Even I can see the pattern developing here so I'm laying off tonight.
Monday, March 17, 2003
Made it back in one piece from San Francisco last night after attending a historic meeting of members of the SF-SEA-BOS Axis of Blog Evil. All in all a smashing visit. I managed to remain in a rapturous state of drunkenness for most of the time, so I hereby apologize to anyone whom, in my inebriated states, I may have offended/antagonized/vomited on. (Ok, this is bravado on my part as, truth to tell, I was very docile the whole time...right??)
In related news, the other Mike G. met me at the airport and we promptly headed off to go gambling. Not, you may be surprised to learn at the Drift - we were planning to go there but, driving around Seatac trying to find the freeway on-ramp, we stumbled across Funsters which, as the other Mike G. so aptly put it, is sort of a cross between Chuck E. Cheese and a casino. The most annoying thing was the dealers' insistence (presumably encouraged by management) to be "fun" in a Tom Cruise-in-Cocktail kind of way -- they couldn't just flip over the cards, oh no, they had to try and be all flash and make your card fall just so which inevitably took longer than it should have and was especially annoying when the card ended up breaking you. However, I did walk away up $300, so the hex may be lifted. The thought that in order to have good luck I have to return to Funsters, though, may work to keep me away from the cardrooms. (Oh, who am I kidding?)
Anyway, shout outs to A & B for hosting us, JG & JN for giving us a reason to be there, and NEAakaFucker for driving me to the airport without whining about it. Much.
In related news, the other Mike G. met me at the airport and we promptly headed off to go gambling. Not, you may be surprised to learn at the Drift - we were planning to go there but, driving around Seatac trying to find the freeway on-ramp, we stumbled across Funsters which, as the other Mike G. so aptly put it, is sort of a cross between Chuck E. Cheese and a casino. The most annoying thing was the dealers' insistence (presumably encouraged by management) to be "fun" in a Tom Cruise-in-Cocktail kind of way -- they couldn't just flip over the cards, oh no, they had to try and be all flash and make your card fall just so which inevitably took longer than it should have and was especially annoying when the card ended up breaking you. However, I did walk away up $300, so the hex may be lifted. The thought that in order to have good luck I have to return to Funsters, though, may work to keep me away from the cardrooms. (Oh, who am I kidding?)
Anyway, shout outs to A & B for hosting us, JG & JN for giving us a reason to be there, and NEAakaFucker for driving me to the airport without whining about it. Much.
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