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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
1. Met an old friend and Stacy G. at Moondogs.
2. Old friend leaves, poker begins.
3. Survive long enough to mesh into a table with said Stacy G.
4. We move to another table.
5. Stacy G. recognizes her outs and sucks out a Jack on the river to take out a pair of sixes.
6. Douchebag that loses out makes note that he thought her call was "pathetic" even though she had two overcards and a heart flush (I.E. Shit-tons more outs than him, even though he was technically ahead and it didn't hurt her terribly to call).
7. I tell said douchebag "Alright, that's enough. She made the call and you lost. She had more outs. Move on." To which he replies something along the lines of "Mind your own business," but not so elequent. Then I told him that I'd either take his stack or beat his ass and he had his choice. He then mentioned he was "done talking to me" and Stacy G. put his ass out the next hand.
8. Stacy G. and I make it to the final table.
9. I'm out in 6th. Stacy 4th.
10. Home and bed.

So to recap, I drank, saw good friends, played good poker, nearly went all "Perry" on some poor Roswell kid, and I will be so tired tomorrow that I'll hate life.

Today was a good day.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Sunday, May 28, 2006
Here are the goals I have accomplished/set to accomplish this extended weekend:

1. Take time out to remember why I have Monday off. (Check x 365)
2. "And we can build this dream together..." -- AKA Watch Mannequin on INHD. (Check)
3. Watch X-Men 3 (Check -- 6 out of 10)
4. Watch Mission Impossible III (Check -- 8 out of 10)
5. Eat pizza ( dos horas)
6. Sleep in (Check x to go)
7. Exercise (Check)
8. Watch the Braves (Check)
9. Update the blog (In the process of checking)
10. Update the Myspace page (Check)
11. Try to spend as little $$$ as possible....(um....)
12. Create a new Munson Mix based on the music of 24. Click here to listen. (Check, but be warned, the ending blows) Also, if you want a copy, let me know.

Everyone have a safe and happy day off. One week until Jeb's birthday, two weeks until I'm a male bridesmaid (henceforth known as "Bridestud"), three weeks until Athens, four weeks until I fly to North Carolina to see the male parental unit, and five weeks until a break.


Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Check out the below video that I found on YouTube of an old dumbass from the SWARM (Sexless Wookies Ass-Raping Midgets for those of you scoring at home). He's trying to cut up a stolen UGA Jersey but the dipshit can't figure out how to work the knife. He tries at least 8 times before he realizes he's "cutting" with the wrong side.

In other news, after seeing this video, Osama bin Laden has taken Georgia Tech off of his list of schools to train terrorists.

Photo: Osama says "All terrorists proceed to UNC."

It's a sad be a nerd from Atlanta/foreign country who will never have sex with a woman.

AKA a Georgia Tech student.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Thanks ABC for helping me realize that I'm not as smart as I'd like to think I am.

Big ups to PWD and Motivational Buck for the ability to make these "Motivational Posters." I'm sure y'all will get tired of them after the 50th one.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Monday, May 22, 2006
That's kind of what I feel like right now. The summer always grabs people at the beginning and refuses to let go, sort of the way your mom told you that turtles bite and won't let go until they hear thunder...or maybe that was just me.

This time of year always puts me on a moving sidewalk and you can either decide to let it go or walk against it and try to stay in one place, but the movement is there...even if the moving sidewalk is all in your mind.

I think this comes from many many years of schooling where as soon as you learned to be social, you made plans with your friends about how great it was going to be to have the endless summer show up and hang out late on a Wednesday night. It carried on through college, when the summer was when I really began to love Athens and accept it as my home.

With so many friends finding their way out of the Classic City and taking new direction within their own lives, it makes you realize how the summer time is stereotyped as the ending of one thing and the beginning of something brand new. Television series end in the summer right when movie season kicks up, college ends and internships begin, and those around you finally get the gumption, movtivation, whatever you wish to call it, to pack everything up and try something new.

New Years is the time when people make their plans for change so that the next year they're not making the same plans again. The summer is when those plans become realistic (anyone else trying to lose weight?).

Right now the summer has me by the throat and is choking the complacency right out of me. The opportunities I have in front of me include bar proprietor, public relations AE, morning show host, or the current "toothpaste pusher." It's all complicated and it's all in the fledgling stages and I just don't know where to go.

But I want to go.

I know I fit somewhere, in someplace and with someone, but for right now I feel like I'm stuck on a train with no train station in sight, but there are all these stops along the way that I can't take a peek at because, and this is a revelation, trains can't turn.

But life is okay. And I'm thankful for that.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Thursday, May 18, 2006
But one of the ways people found my blog today was by Yahoo searching "Meredith is a slut." I'm the number two search result. *Editor's note, an update now shows me as the sixth result*

Yeah, tell me again how I'm the only one that doesn't like her.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

P.S. -- Yes, they finally killed Marissa off of The O.C. The only thing that saddens me is that next season will be the last because the show is officially not as good as it used to be.

Mad props to whoever can name the movie from which that quote comes from. No cheating and I'll reveal the movie at the end of the post.

Last Friday I had the opportunity to go watch this band play their CD from start to finish with full instrumentation in Atlanta. However, being the traveling loser that I am, I couldn't go because I was just flat out gassed. What I ended up doing was going to be at 8:00 PM and waking up the next day at 12:00 PM. A full 16 hour rest. Definitely necessary I think.

However, what ensued during those 16 hours was an onslaught of dreams that I was not prepared to handle. My mind is fucked up enough in the real world, so let's go ahead and say that my dreams tend to be either very cool or very fucked up.

This particular one was a little bit of both. It basically took every single Redcoat I knew that is currently out of the band and gave them the chance to do it all over again. Think of it like something giving you the second chance to relive the most fun time in your life, only this time, you know what you're getting into and who is going to be there.

Everyone was there from BDB to Blog This Beer Pong. In fact, B-Pong and I shared a cool moment both before and after his audition (drumline). Before, I looked at him and said "how do you feel?" and he said "I feel good about it. I think I got this." He looked just like he does right now. However, when he went and auditioned, he came out looking like he did in his old photos with a head full of hair and a gigantic wide smile. He looked at me and said "Bass 3" and then walked away.

I never made it to my audition because I woke up shortly before any of that took place. The main part of my dream was spent just observing all Redcoats from all times running around the band room trying to get ready and jumping right in like they never lost a step. It was a very, very cool sight.

I don't really have much else to say about it, but I thought I'd share it with everyone. It's stuck with me all throughout the weekend and it doesn't seem to want to let go quite yet.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

P.S. -- The quote is from Matrix Reloaded. I'm a dork.

Thursday, May 11, 2006
I don't like flying and apparently my pilot didn't enjoy a boring ride so when the two are combined, you get me not wanting to fly again for a long while.

Either way, it wasn't that bad (I'm just that much of a pussy) and since I'm alive, none of you get any of my worthless stuff.

Pictures and thoughts on the trip coming soon. Until then, all I want to do is get some rest and wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Sunday, May 07, 2006
They have lakes apparently. I'll be flying out in a little under 5 hours to be in Chaska, MN until Thursday morning. The trip is for the current employer who feels the need to train me to take the next step.


It should be a fun trip, even though I'm terrified of flying, but I kind of enjoy it in a roller coaster type way. If I crash and die, please reference this post about who gets what. I skimmed over it and everything's just about the same, so I think it will be fine. There are a couple of things that have moved and/or been thrown away, so someone please give BDB about $300 to pay him back for all the Jack I've chiefed over the years.

Just to give you a quick roundup of what I'll be doing over the week, when/if I land tonight, I'll be calling this old friend who's in a much higher paying bracket than I am and we'll meet up to get something to eat, talk about old times and new ones, and get something signed for Jeb. After that, I'll be in seminars during the day and meeting, drinking, mingling with other folks within the company at night. Then on Wednesday evening I hope to meet up with another friend who I haven't seen since she came to Savannah to see me last year. Then I'll fly back Thursday morning, work half a day (no, I'm fucking serious), and hopefully have time to deflate and catch up before another busy weekend. Should be fun times.

Everyone be safe this week and I expect new blogs for me to tear through when I get home.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Thursday, May 04, 2006
This time, I actually have shit to say. However, now begins the obligatory (and ass-saving way of bailing myself out of any wrong statements) preface...I haven't watched Grey's Anatomy since day one. In fact, I'd say I'm not Grey-virgin, but not a Grey-slut. I'd say I'm Grey-xperienced. I will get some shit wrong from time to time throughout this post, so be ready. It happens.

I have been intrigued by Grey's Anatomy (hereon referred to as GA) since Ln's post about Loving and Losing that was inspired by the show. So, now being intrigued, I had to see what all the fuss was about and I enjoyed what I saw. To an extent.

We are taught that first impressions, aka "gut feelings," tend to be right, and then we're re-taught that gut feelings are wrong and you can't judge a book by its cover. I believe my gut feeling is right about 9 times out of 10. From the very first episode I watched all the way to today, I still feel that Meredith Grey is a bitch and a slut.

Whoa ladies, put the Tampax away. No one needs your raging bitchiness yet. Let me explain myself.

Meredith Grey is the ultimate focus of this show and is probably every wrong thing with today's modern woman. She does the wrong thing out of emotional ties and hurts people in the process, but damn their feelings because she's out for self discovery. I had self discovery once, but I was in puberty.

The truth is, Meredith Grey is out of her fucking mind. She's just like every other woman who denies the right guy, pursues the guy she can't have, gets hurt repeatedly, and then bitches about it like she never thought it would happen. All the while, ignoring the decent people around my homie George.

The hobbit's been gettin' down like Wilt Chamberlain lately.

Actually, George is a pussy and we all know this. The guy has a backbone made of Jello No-Bake Cheesecake and he'd be the kind of guy to poke you in the eye BEFORE the fight broke out. But at least we know he'd treat her good, which has got to count for something. However, in today's world it doesn't and that's kind of sad.

Women love Meredith and my gut (aka Stacy G.) tells me that men everywhere hate her and love any other character on the whole show. Any one of them. Why is that? Because Meredith Grey is too focused on self discovery, and selfishness isn't attractive at all. Someone should hand that bitch a letter that says "NOT EVERY THING THAT HAPPENS NEEDS DEEP REFLECTION."

It's a damn good show, don't get me wrong. But you've got basically one audience thinking two completely different things and it's all based on what chromosome they have.

Here's the fundamental difference between what women perceive and what men perceive:

Women think Meredith met McThatGuy at a bar, they had great conversation, a night of wild passion and love, and then that redheaded bitch WIFE of him fucked it all up because they were meant for each other. Then Meredith pleads her bleeding heart out with monologues of how they were meant for each other, and then the money line comes out..."Pick me, Choose me, Love me."

Men think Meredith met McThatGuy at the bar, he fucked her brains out, kept on doing it even after he realized he was her boss (dream come true), and then got caught by his hot redheaded wife (not good), who then shot down any hope of a threesome (really not good). The first chick that works for him can't let him go and she's kind of cute, but she spilled some kind of picking and choosing bullshit line, when we all know that wasn't the line that really got her going. THAT line was said at the bar by Meredith when they met, and it went a little something like this..."Wine me, booze me, fuck me."

I swear I'd love to have some Grey's Anatomy clips that I could do voice over work on. I'd probably put together comedy gold just by playing the real clip and then the "what men hear" clip.

Like I said, it's a great show...funny and well written. But the self discovery shit is dragging everyone down. Now women get to water cooler about how Meredith is trying to not date but is being tempted. Oh what will she do?

Hint: She fucks O'Donnel and then fucks that up by fucking McThatGuy again. Then she's single and self discovering once more. It's a vicious circle.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006
This is what I love about the past two blogs I've written:

1) Both have been quite humorous
2) Both have had it's supporters and detractors
3) Both have made people feel inclined to comment

Here's what I hate:

1) Anonymous

While I will support the open exchange of ideas in my own private cyber space, I will not, or ever condone those ideas being said without a name to go with them. I have balls-ed up enough to my own full name as the fucking URL, the least you can do is say who you are.

The first Anon was kind enough to share herself with the rest of us and I appreciate her effort in doing that. I'm hoping the most recent Anon will keep their mouth shut from here on out because I really hope you aren't a friend of mine.

Your comments in the last post are racist and unfounded. W3tb@ck is not the term to use in voicing your opinion...especially not here. I may make stereotypes myself and I may take liberties, but to lump a group of people into one and then label them with a racist moniker is wrong and deplorable.

I grew up around racism, I have never understood it, and by no means do I support it. I don't like to say "if it was a joke, it's ok" but we've all told racist jokes. I'm not saying we're all perfect. But you said what you said in order to hurt those you don't agree with. I don't agree with that.

I will not republish your comment, but I will respond to a small part of what you said and inform you that illegals are not draining Social Security or Wellfare. This is because those are government programs that require you to be a citizen in order to receive their "benefits." Medicare...yeah, illegals are fucking that up. But do some homework first before you go shooting your uneducated mouth off. Also, don't even try to say "it's all the same" because it's not. Social Security and Wellfare are both fucked up in their own right and were before we had the immigrant problem.

All I'm saying is voice your opinion by all means, but don't be a douche bag...and being racist and stupid are douche bag requirements.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.