An Arduous Restart Mode

Although tempted to rant, the combination of healing from my recent flu coupled with the pains of getting back into the gym routine has left me somewhat apathetic.

So instead, I look outside and get reminded of my favorite weather....overcast. People usually think it's "vampiric" of me not to enjoy the sun, but why should I? Don't get me wrong, I love being warm and I love Vitamin D equally...but there's something about being outside on a warm, overcast day in summer that is a lot more pleasing then having to constantly shield my eyes from the constant glare of the sun.

Even more so, I love being on the beach (usually in Oregon) and watching a big storm roll in over the ocean. I don't know why just watching bad weather over a massive body of water is so enchanting, but it is....c'est la vie.

Oh, and on a lighter note, I think I'm going to get trashed this week for the first time in a long time. HOLLA!

I Don't Do The Hug-A-Bug Anymore

In a random fit of thinking back during my planning for this weekend, I've had some flashbacks of my "dance club days". These were the days (ironically pre-Iraq) that myself and several of my friends would go to the "clubs" (which I call the "oonsk oonsk clubs") where it was pretty much a combination of bad beats & a meat market gone awry.

There is a check list to read off so you know you're in a crappy club.

1) Atrocious Drinks - The drinks are usually served in oversized plastic cups, too much ice, watered down to all hell, and still cost about $6. This is the only time I consider drinking Bud Lite, because I know they can't water that down, and I know I might actually get drunk.

2) Deafening Music - For some reason, the designers of these clubs put table in and about the edges of the dance floor at the insane belief that people will actually sit there and what? Talk? Or scream at each other that they can't hear what the other person is saying. The deafening OONSK OONSK of oversized speakers drown out all but the distant "WOOOO" of the drunk Soroity girl dancing on the bar.

3) WOO Girls - The bars and pubs I go now, I know will pass the Woo test. This test is simple. Bring in a girl off the street, have her start dancing in place, then have her put both hands in the air and yell "woo" just like the psychos on Girls Gone Wild. The bartender and all patrons will immediately decend on her, bind her like a package being sent to Antartica, and swiftly kick her out. However, that the OONSK OONSK bars, these girls are all over...for some reason yelling for any possible reason. I still haven't grasped why they do this, nor do I honestly care...as long as it ain't in my Irish pub.

4) Guys That Dance - Let me set the record when I say this. Guys dance. Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly are perfect examples of men that could tap dance on the head of a pin with their eyes closed. However, the kind of "dancing" at the OONSK OONSK bars is not dancing. Guys, just because you're either trying to lechily grind on the ass of a girl you don't know, or you tip your hat down and are trying to do a circular Moonwalk to any Nelly song, that doesn't mean you're dancing. That means you're taking every great dancer in the world's history and pissing in their Wheaties.

5) The "I Just Wanna Dance" Girls - I thought this was an urban myth until one of my friends and I, standing on the steps of a local dance club, actually heard a girl say this. "No guys tonight, no drama tonight, all we're gonna do is dance!" Then what did they follow it up with? A collective Woo....of course.

**There's more I'm sure, but reliving this much is already too painful to bear. I guess dance clubs are just something people need to work out of their systems. It's pretty much just a place where girls can go to shoot down guys, and guys can go to completely drag our gender through the mud by acting like complete a-holes to girls.

Free Day In *My House*

No blog today. Just wanted to sit back and dream that this is my house. All the whilst crossing my fingers and hoping to win that lottery I never play.

Back From The Depths

Finally after a week or so of being the endless haze of either being sick, or having a continual "medicine head" high, I'm identifying things I need to get back into the game about. The first and foremost being the gym. Obviously the gym is out of the question if I can't breathe after climbing only 2 flights of stairs. Even more so is it out of the question when everytime I take a step, my eyeballs pulse with pain...that would make the treadmill completely unacceptable.
Secondly, drinking. Even though this could be a good side effect of being sick, my drinky time has drastically reduced itself as a result...and this cannot be. I'll put this on the list right after the gym. Oh, and throw in "eating nasty food". Despite my decreased desire to eat overall, my desire to eat nasty food (i.e. Jack-in-the-Box) was made even less.
Finally, getting a new game for the XBox. I think I've pretty much played all the fun out of Halo that I can get. You can only be called n00b and be forced to teabag other players so many times before it really loses its spice. I have got to get to a game store.

To being healthy!

This Ain't Gotham....

Let's talk about bad luck. I spent from Wednesday until Saturday healing and getting over a monster flu. On Sunday, waking up in bed, I realize that I've almost completely recovered from my sickness and I'm ready to get up and make use of my last day of fun for the weekend.
*POP!* Wouldn't you know it? I pulled a muscle in the back of my neck BAD. So now, I can't look left, up, or down, without moving my entire body that direction like you-know-who. *sigh* What the hell did I do to deserve this?

Back From The Darkness

So after two long days of languishing in my own sickly filled apartment, I've returned to work, alittle high on sudafed, but none the worse for wear. The flu this year is apparently a doozy....joint pain, chills & fever...the whole irritating nine. If I didnt' know any better, I'd swear my fever broke twice last night...forcing me to change my then sweat-soaked ensemble twice.

Get the flu shot & eat your oranges!

Sick'em

Despite my best efforts, I've ended up getting sick. I can't really tell whether it's a cold or the flu due to a pretty harsh day at the gym yesterday. However, I will admit this is the first time that through the course of the day, I've actually felt myself getting sicker, creepy feeling.



Zycam is coming to my rescue (hopefully). It's my first time using this stuff so we'll see how far it gets me.

Brothers & Sisters In Arms Across The 'Net

When I blog, and usually when it's a rant about something, I like to think that I'm speaking out against rampant stupidity that floods our global civilization at every level. Since I am merely one voice, it's nice to know that others out there go that extra step to throw down in anyway possible.

If you've never used craiglist.org, it's a wonderful resource. You can buy stuff, sell stuff, hire people, get a job, etc.etc.etc. You can meet people, set up communities, or just rant. Craigslist can do anything.

I use this site almost daily to post jobs for my work and to troll around for resumes for people that may be a good match for said jobs. In my trolling today, I discovered "The Best of Craigslist". This is a list of funny ads that have been identified at the user level as being something that should be saved. I thought I could rant? These people turn it into an art:

Entry 1 - Apparently this person sold his refridgerator on craigslist to a lady who turned out to be an absolute nagging lunatic. This is the letter he posted apparently after she picked it up (probably in the "rants and raves" category). As you read it through, you might laugh alittle.....after that, re-read it and imagine a guy speaking in a Jersey accent. Hilarious!

Entry 2 - As I said, you can also meet people romantically on here. They have the m4m, w4m, w4w, and any other combination you can think of. This guy actually created a cypher for ads (which it probably could go both ways on gender) and how to decide if they're even worth reading.

Entry 3 - This one is definately a rant. Whereas I don't have a large frame of reference about what this author is seeing every morning, their description of it is so detailed, I feel like I'm there. The cherry on the sundae is the repetition of "pull forward f#@ktard!" Genius!

Entry 4 - This one I can definately identify with. Anyone's who has gone trick-or-treating has always had the one house that's either dolling out fruit, or worse, religious propaganda. Seriously...Halloween is about giving candy. Just because I'm dressed like the devil doesn't mean I believe I am.

Entry 5 - I can't really even explain this one. All I know is that I wish I could be at the scene of these once-in-a-lifetime events.

Anything But New(s)

This just in, I will be getting drunk and playing XBox this weekend. Oh yes, and I will also be engaging in the usual pandering, standard womanizing, inciting mayhem, invoking harlotry, and participating in downright debatchery in the regular spirit of the workfree days as well.

That is all!


P.S. I really don't love scotch.

-Random Anti-Valentine Comment Here-

In the usual, 3 pics to 1 video balance I attempt to keep on my blog, this was the only video I could find that made fun of Valentine's day. My initial search of YouTube with "Valentines Day sucks", or some combination of those terms, and the discovery was less then shocking.

Pretty much the only video bloggers of said search were either, old, fat, emo, or old and fat. The emo kids (who tend to be fat) argue that nobody loves them. The fat argues that nobody loves then AND it's a Hallmark Holiday. The old (who are usually all sad and divorced) argue that it's more trouble then it's worth. Blah blah blah blah.

My beef with Valentines is my beef with all other holidays...it's just another day. In fact, if the government doesn't view it as a Federal holiday, it's honestly not on the map for me. Why is it that Valentines day is a huge day but nobody knows when the hell flag day is. Could use the Hallmark arguement that they don't make cards for flag day.

Pretty much I see Valentines day as this. If you're in a quality relationship, you shouldn't feeled pressure to pretty much prove your love on this one day. Just because we're bombarded with hearts and cupids and all the other nonsensical jr. high bs that flys around, doesn't mean you need to do something "special"...and I'll even take it so far as why does it always have to be the guy buyin' crap?

I'm sure waaaaay back in the day (i.e. pre Dark ages), Valentine's Day had a special meaning when people actually knew the story of St. Valentine. Now it's become just another customary day where people feel compelled to show what they should be expressing on a daily basis, just without the "gamble chocolates" (thanks Gaffigan) and the space taking, pointless animated dancing, fuzzy stuffed bears.