Continued Drama - July 8th, 2004

So the drama continued tonight at Choo Choos. Again, very little drama and it was mostly entertaining for me. What's her name who likes me in the way that is inapporiate worked again tonight. I told Josh about the incident the other night so we were chatting about that on and off during the evening. I was back doing some dishes that had stacked up during the evening. She came back and was saying I should really get on those. I told her I thought she should do them since she hadn't been doing much of anything being in the game room which really amounts to doing little work(I was being sarcastic because I would hate being out there all night).

This upset her. I recieved the silent treatment for a while.

I was heartbroken. No, no, not one bit. I was amused at the whole deal. I think I was supposed to realize that I'd been mean, get down on my knees and propose marriage. None of which I did. I think Jon would even realize this tactic does not work in this scenario. I was not bothered by the silence (which did not exist since I talk to myself enough). I'm hoping what was accomplished was that she further realized I am not going to date her. Again, with all the reasons I listed previously (the most important of which I shall be visiting this weekend yay!). Dave, I'll try to send you her name and address. Or was that Utah?

In the end, she got over her little pouting session. Josh ate his break at the same table as her and later asked if I felt her eyes on me the whole time. "No, but I have been told I have a nice ass for a fat man." Only three more weeks of having to deal with infatuated teenagers.

Today's major accomplshment: I saved the galaxy. Darth Malak met his end. Sergio Halas saved the day. Viva my lightsabers! Now to take on Knights from the Dark side. Mwuahahahahahahaha. Kristine thinks her cat is a Jedi. I will steal cat and make into Jedi. She's on her way to the dark side if she keeps biting Kristine. Wait, maybe that's the light side. Kristine is evil. Or is that me?

Revelation - July 7th, 2004

I've always wanted to have many, many pets. Lots of them. Cats, dogs, ferrets, squirrels, chipmunks, tigers. Anything furry and cuddly was going to be mine. well, tonight, I realized I wanted none of that.

At Choo Choos tonight we had a dead cat in the parking lot. Josh told me to pick it up as I was leaving so I grabbed several plastic bags to wrap it in. Dead cat would have been sad but not tragic. I could have dealt with it. What I found in the parking lot was a dead kitten! I was so sad. I never want to have to deal with a pet's death. Therefore, I shall live alone and just be the old man on the street hollering at everybody; blaming the youth for the problems of the world and yeling at them to stay off my grass (if we still have grass when I'm old, if I ever get old). Death of an animal makes me sad. At least of cute ones. Chickens are not cute and I can still eat them.

Drama at Choo Choo Charlies - July 6th, 2004

Choo Choos was a soap opera tonight, sort of. All involving me. Ok, so there was hardly anything, there was no drama (but much amusement to me) and it's really one story.

A few weeks ago I started to notice this 17 year old seemed to be hitting on me and showing a fair amount of interest in me. I admit, my singing and dancing to country music in the kitchen is highly attractive as all white men doing very awkward dances on greasy floors are. So tonight's drama. I'm putzing down the kitchen when she comes around the corner chatting with the other waitress. She sees me, looks over at the other waitress and says, "Adam and I are dating." To which I respond by turning sharply around and going to hide in the walk in cooler to see if the manager needs any help in there. I was unsure whether this little incident was a serious thing or she was just playing around with te other girl there.

Later, I return from a quick break to help Cyndy with some pizzas. Cyndy tells me, "She (her name has been withheld to protect the semi-innocent) is mad at you."
"Why," I ask.
"You won't date her."
Umm...several problems with this whole idea. Luckily, while I was gone the other kitchen guy pointed out a couple of them to her. He said something along the lines of, "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he's 22 and your 17. Also, I believe he's seeing somebody." The latter reason being the largest reason.

Further on into the evening, she confronts me. "why don't you like me?"
"Who ever said I don't like you?"
"You won't date me!"
"Right, which means I don't like you?"
End of issue. She seemed fine. I'm not too concerned about it. If she's uncomfortable, she can deal with it since I'm only around for another month. I never led her on or said anything to indicate I would want to date her. She picked up on that really easily, evidently, without me ever saying anything.


Kristine learns anatomy: "my kitty has teeth!" It took several incidents for her to learn this fact: "they have more than once sunk into my soft flesh" But she makes up for it in the end by making amusing comment: "your mom is funny" And then finally realizes, "evil evil adam."

A Good Weekend - July 6th, 2004

On Friday, a wonderful person arrived at my trailer door. She arrived packed for the weekend and bearing cookies from her mother. Those cookies did not last long since Barb makes such nummy cookies. Friday we just hung out and chilled. It was good.

Saturday: we took off for Madison to visit my family there. Sorry, Joanna, we did not have time to come visit you. We played a little golf with my sister and her hubby. Laura is as bad at golf as we are. Derrell seemed pretty good just the course was rather narrow for him (and me as well). I lost a few balls (luckily, when the ball went sailing into the parking lot across the street we did not hear it hit anything), banked a shot off a fence (not sure if that's legal) and had to hit the ball back across two fairways (having had a horrible tee shot that sailed over two holes in the wrong direction). After being rained on slightly, we returned to my sisters and ate hamburgers and bratwurts. For claiming to be able to eat 10 tacos, Brooke could not finish one brat. My 2 yr old nephew woke up from his nap (my mom had been taking care of him) and we played with him for a while. He's the cutest little bugger. No idea how many times he said my name. He was even calling Brooke "Adam." It was funny. Watched "The Godfather" which I have never seen and mostly still have not being constantly distracted by the acvitivites of a 2 yr old. Then we just chilled agian for a while. Drove back in the rain and we crashed back here.

Sunday: lazy lazy lazy. It was sooooo nice. We didn't get out of bed until late. I think the only reason we did is because my dad was taking us to lunch. We then came back and watched "Bad Santa." Love that movie. Hilarious in its complete wrongness. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Santa's Sister." Eventually, we went to Galena and wandered the streets for a while. Met my parents for dinner. Somehow we survived being at the same table with Carol. We then watched the fireworks with Josh. Afterwards we just hung out at Josh's and watched TV and played with his dog Angel who kept walking all over all of our crotches. I don't think mine has ever been stepped on that many times ever.

Monday: More laziness. Made pancakes (or sad excuses for pancakes).Watched the first Spiderman movie (I think it's still better than the second though they're both superb). Taught Brooke chess. I think she's winning. THe game is still sitting up on the table. I may have taken more pieces but I'm out of ideas and can lose a bunch of good pieces real easily at the moment. We had dinner at Choo Choos before I had to work and that's where Brooke left me. Very sad. The scary part was that once she left, I was in charge of the restaurant. Mwuahahahahahaha. The peons had to worship me! I dominated, ruled, managed. Ok, so nothing exciting happend. I did, however, fix the game room bar code scanner. Pure genius I am.

Now: I'm just being lazy. My car is still falling apart and I'm about to check on some stuff at the Hamline website with my newly granted ID and password. I have just bored you all to tears but that's ok. My weekend rocked. I had the best time ever and am very excited for next weekend now.

Oh, and I won't let Brooke forget she admitted that the Rascal Flatts Cd was good. Viva Country! Down with DMB!

Spider Man 2 - July 1, 2004

Spider Man 2 rocked! Dang, that was a fun movie! Oh boy, yeah. Good stuff! So I saw this movie last night, 9:45 showing after work. Irish met me at Choo Choos. I had her bring me Long John Silvers for dinner. I'm already sick of the food at Choo Choos. Great movie. Fun time.

However...(back to the etiquette thing), movie atmosphere could have been better. I now unleash things that piss me off at the movies.

1) Having possibly high guy sit next to me.
2) Having same guy definately be drunk.
3) Have same guy wear faaar too much cologne in attempt to cover other stenches.
4) Have same guy smell like he's snorting mouthwash constantly during movie.
5) Have same guy spitting on the floor right in front of him several times so there's a huge pool I have to avoid in order to leave.
6) Have friends of same guy sitting behind us who keep going in and out of seats bumping into our seats.

I blame this guy. But the movie was still good. It just smelled funny.

I returned home at 1 or so. I was not tired. I stayed up until 3:15. Bah. Don't like staying up so late.

Further Etiquette - June 24th, 2004

More rules of the road:

1) Tailgating accomplishes nothing other than increasing likelihood of accident and pissing off the tailgated.
2) Bright head lights are annoying and cause blindness. Do not turn them back on until you have PASSED the car and not prior to the headlights being fully out of the driver's eyes.
3) Reiteration: "Slower traffic use right lane" Even if you feel you are not "slower" per se, USE THE RIGHT LANE! You likely are slower to others.
4) Use your turn signals PRIOR to turning and not in the middle of turning. They are meant to signal a turn. It helps to know that before you actually are turning.
5) Honk only if the other person is in the wrong. Do not honk at a person who is obeying the rules of the road and you're actually the asshole, asshole.

Restaurant manners:

1) Do no bring cranky kids into restaurant. They make everyone else cranky.
2) If kid is screaming, shut him up or I will be forced to do it for you.
3) If the restaurant closes at 9, do not order food at 9. If you insist on doing so anyway, leave big tip and do not make large mess.
4) If you don't want your food cooked, don't blame us for any diseases you catch.

Ways to not annoy me:

1) Don't be stupid.
2) Obey above rules.
3) Give me lots of money.
4) Be humorous.
5) Be Brooke.
6) Whatever else I make up on the spur of the moment.

Reasons this post is over...

1) I'm out of lists.

FYI - June 22nd, 2004

Just thought you all should know....


I can be your hero.


That is all.

The Great Credit Card Mystery - June 21, 2004

I, evidently, have a credit card. Scratch that, HAD a credit card. Since Feb. 2001, to be exact. A discover card. I never knew of this. I don't remember filling one out. However, somebody must have. Dad was going through the mail today and found something from Discover for me (this would explain why i've been getting all that Discover card mail for four years) and it was a new card. A real one. Not those junk mail "Use our card!" things but one that could be put to real use. So we called the company since they wouldn't talk to him because it's my card. Sure enough, I was able to confirm all the information about hte card holder. It was me. How the hell that happened, I am so lost. It has now been cancelled. The card had had not activity since issuance. The lady who closed the account "Oh I'm sorry to lose your business as you've been a member for 3 years." Yeah, never used it, never knew I had it. Gosh, weird.

I would like everyone to welcome a new reader. Well, maybe not a new reader but newly discovered reader. Utah! He has confirmed that he has read some of my entries! It's good to know I have a few readers. Yay! I feel so loved. Four actual readers now! Woohoo! You girls and Utah make me feel so special!

I have also been told my entries are lengthy. I am long winded. You all know that. I tend to chatter and reiterate points. I find myself amusing which is sad. Case in point, watching more Roswell and making all kinds of sexual comments (sexual MST3K) to everything they say...highly amusing. I will try to keep entries to more entertaining topics and a shorter length to appease my audience.

Hahahahaha....shah....right.

Random Post- June 20th, 2004

I have discovered the perfect song for my senior paper. It fits so well. Who else can say that their senior paper has a theme song? So the song..."Letters from home" by John Michael Montgomery. It's about this soldier who gets letters from home (his mom, fiance, dad). The chorus goes something along the lines of "I fold it up and put in my shirt. Pick up my gun and get back to work. It keeps me going on...waiting on those letters from home." Totally my senior paper! If any song should be playing as you read my paper, it's that. Random thought of the day. Ok, so that's wrong. 90% of the thoughts I have are random.

I purchased two new CDs the other day. New Lonestar and Josh Gracin. I should have suspected something funky when the Josh Gracin CD had just his picture on the front trying to look all sexy. Kind of odd for country singers to do that. I have discovered recently that he was on American Idol (the world's worst show or really close after Survivor). I feel pained. The CD is still alright, but now I'm supporting the show. Ack. Woe is me.

I have noticed a new trend in music, at least country music: the rise of the patriotic song. I mentioned the John Michael Montgomery song earlier. That is an example of one very tastefully done and an excellent song in general. Both my new CDs contain a "patriotic song." Sickening. The Gracin one is pretty dumb. Lonestars is alright. I've only listened to it once. It doesn't piss me off like Toby Keith's "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue." I do not advocate sticking boots up other people's asses and it is definately not this American's way. Then there's 'Have you Forgotten' by the guy who also sings "I miss my Friend" since I don't remember his name at the moment [Darrly Worrely]. That song is just plain stupid. Forgotten what? That you're a horrible, awful person capitalizing on a tragic event? I think Alan Jackson did something like that too. Don't remember the name of that one either. I feel scarred everytime I hear one of these songs. I feel bad for those people who have relatives in the armed forces. I feel worse for people who enjoy the worst of these songs such as Toby Keith's. He did slightly redeem himself with his other dedicated song but I dont' remember that one. the video is pretty cool seeing all the soldiers leaving their families.

People annoy me. People driving cars annoy me more. People driving with me in cars would either be angry or amused as I cuss out everyone else since nobody else knows how to drive but me. When the road goes from one lane to two, do not straddle BOTH lanes. Use turn signals. Be courtesous to other drivers as we are not racing each other. Do not cut people off. Do not cut through the parking lot and cut people off that way. If in two lanes, do not get in the 2nd lane next to a car going THE SAME DAMN SPEED so we cannot pass EITHER OF YOU. When sign says, "Slower traffic use right lane," USE THE FREAKIN' RIGHT LANE! Cows are real life animals and not aliens, do not drive 5 mph as we pass them to gawk. Do not throw your trash out the window; just because your car looks like ass, don't make the rest of the world look like your mom too. To name a few incidents. There were many others and I'm sure I'll run into several toorrow on the way to work. People are really really stupid.

To have not seen what I have seen...June 15th, 2004

This evening, got Choo Choo's kitchen and dishwasher all clean by 9:30 or so. The dishwasher's garbage disposal drain had been clogged all night so I go to leave and Josh tells me, "Sit, eat pizza but don't clock out. You're gonna help me unclog the thing." Fun times ahead. So we go down and he fights with the drain caps under the counter area and we bring out a hose. We attach this thing called a "bladder" to the end of the hose. This thing looks like a penis and when the water comes out of it, it looks like it is peeing. I am not joking. Uncanny. Its purpose is to force a lot of water out a small hole at high pressure and force out clogs. So it gets inserted into the drain. What comes back out the drain at us is not pleasant at all. If you want something equally disturbing go somewhere such as www.poopsex.com which is a site I highly recommend not going to (the only reason I know of its existance is a freshman year prank on big Dave who had set my computer's homepage to some site that made blared 'Hey everybody! I'm looking at gay porn!' thus revenge was called for). That was quite a disgusting site and the smell was not any better. Think of the smell for the pictures possibly seen on the site i have given you and magnify that by 5. Yeah, bad stuff. I feel bad for the floor cleaners tonight. I finally left at 10:45 or so. Again, we close at 9. The hours were good though.

Isn't it funny how different songs have different affects at different points? How the same song will strike you differently at various points? I had that experience tonight and it was quite random. I have always been a fan of the Phantom of the Opera music. Even larger fan since I saw it in London 5 or 6 years ago and again this past January. I have the highlights on CD and the entirety on another CD set. I've listened to it countless times. I did not think I could find anything new in it. However, tonight, I proved myself wrong. Yes yes, there is a first time for everything! Geez, forgive a guy for being nearly infallible. The song "All I ask of you." Dang, man, good stuff. I don't know why it struck me so diffently tonight. I knew most of the words just like I do to every other song on the planet. I now love Phantom even more than I had previously. I shall now share lyrics with you all. Now, it's no Dave Matthews, it's 330x better.

Raoul:
No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide-eyed fears.
I'm here, nothing can harm you.
My words will warm and calm you.

Let me be your freedom,
Let daylight dry your tears.
I'm here, with you, beside you.
To gaurd you and to guide you...

Christine:
Say you love me.
Every waking moment,
Turn my head
With talk of summertime...

Say you need me
with you, now and always...
promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you...

Raoul:
Let me be your shelter.
Let me be your light.
You're safe: no one will find you.
Your fears are far behind you.

Christine:
All I want is freedom,
A world with no more night
And you, always beside me,
To hold me and to hide me...

Raoul:
Then say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime...
Let me lead you
From your solitude.

Say you need me with you,
here beside you...
Anywhere you go,
Let me go too--
Christine, that's all I ask of you.

Christine:
Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime...
Say the word
And I will follow you...

Both:
Share each day with me
Each night, each morning...

As I wrote these lyrics, Blessid Union's "let me be the one" was playing. How fitting. And I'm sorry it got long. But I wanted to share. Big fan..scratch that, bigger fan than I previously was.

CSI + Lunch = Regurgitation June 4, 2004

Why is it that everytime I decide to eat lunch and watch and episode of CSI I feel like puking? Everytime! Why couldn't I decide to eat during the previous episode where an old woman drove through a restaurant and the CO2 poisoning in another house. No, it's during the episode that a guy is found inside a chemical waste barrel and is now turning to ooze that I decide to eat. Yum yum. Oozing human is not very conducive to consumption of edibles. Future reference.

Death Defying Adventures - June 2, 2004

Today, I almost died. Over the past several days, I have almost died. My phone was dead yesterday. Well, today, the Verizon (our phone provider) guy came and woke me up at 8. I was sleeping quite peacefully and contendedly when there was this pounding on my door. I open it and he starts talking to me and asking if I wanted him to look at stuff inside since there was nothing wrong outside. Having just been awaken from the depths of sleep, I was so lost. He repeats himself. I have no glasses on. I do have pajamas on since, luckily for him, I don't sleep nude. I finally make some comprehensible noise and he comes in. He putzes about awhile and goes back out so I then put on real clothes. He calls me down to this basement thing out on the front porch. It's a total swampy, gross mess down there. He brings me in and under a beam where the phone line goes. This place is just leaking water. It's nasty. "Listen," he says to me, "hear that?" *crackle, bzzz, crackle hssss* There's an open electrical outlet in the mess of this leakage. It's crackling and hissing a ton. Not a good scenario for Adam to keep living. However, the phone guys says he's not going to touch anything there and I should call an electrician. Phone guy is not going to save my life.

I run off to find my dad and tell him the news. Since he owns this place and will do the repairs in hopes of renting it out again. So he calls around and nobody's available. I head back and await my fate. Finally, the roofing guy shows up. He's evidently a handyman of sorts. He goes straight to work and checks out the phone jacks and the wet bedroom floor. He finds what's creating the huge leak outside pretty quickly. The water heater was leaking like mad and getting everything wet. I call the plumbing guys. While the roofer keeps working on fixing the phone lines, the plumber shows up and fixes the water heater. I'm doing dishes and lose water for a while. Just suddenly, gone. No more dishes for a while. Water heater fixed. Plumber gone. Roofer eventually fixes all phone lines. Then shows me a piece of the line he ended up replacing. This thing is fried to a crisp. Solid black. This thing is wasted. He tells me there should be more wire there but it's been completely burnt out. Thank goodness it was wet down there. If not, could have been a crispy Adam.

The water, evidently, has been leaking since it got turned back on which was shortly before I moved in from school. The wet spots on the bedroom floor, which were one result of the leakage, have been around for 2 days now. I thought they were just off my shoes from outside. I have been in this place for a week and a half. I could have been dead how many times in that duration? Or at least lost a lot of stuff. Makes you think about life. Well, sort of. I'll probably forget by tomorrow. Pathetic, sad me. Just faced death in my periphal vision (which I lack due to glasses), and I didn't even stop to wave. Take that!

I closed the past two nights at work. Just me and the manager Cindy. Both of new to this whole adventure. The place was still standing when I got there today. I succeeded in turning everything off yesterday. I hope I did tonight as well. Can't think of too many adventures there besides cutting myself innumerable times or losing the hair on my arms. At least it's not off my head.

Went running again tonight. Felt good. Took a different route. There were a lot of people right in the middle of where I run! I'm not going to run in front of them. Stupid little league game. The least they could do if they're going to assimilate my route is let me play on one of the teams. What are these kids, 12? I might be able to keep up.

Ran into my dad while running. Well, was running past his office and saw he was still there so decided to pop in. Didn't think I'd stay long but we chatted for a while about various things. I couldn't finish my run by the time we were done. I'd stopped sweating and had dried out which usually is a good indication that your muscles are not prepared for major activity again.

Now I'm back here. I want to play Knights of the Old Republic which came today. The game initially said my computer couldn't handle it but I've updated a few drivers so the opening at least ran now. It's too late for that game now. I should head to bed. There are other stories that need telling but they're gone for the moment.

Oh yes, the food continues to disappear that I put out for the cat. Sadly, I have not seen the cat. I think the fact that I'm gone so much is limiting my time for watching for him. Very much hindering my ability to get my pet George.

Tomorrow: cleaning for the coming of Brooke. I've wanted to get rid of the dead bugs everywhere, now I have a reason. Or at least motivated :)

May 30, 2004

Went to Shrek 2 with Irish and Josh tonight. Not as good as the first but still fun.

We hit some stores beforehand, Got Aqua Teen Hunger Force Volume 1. If you've never watched this show, do so. If you don't like the first episode you see, watch another. You need to get used to the characters and the general feel of the show. It becomes so ricockulous that it's hilarious. Also picked up a special edition DVD of Saving Ryan's Privates...errr..Saving Private Ryan. Not funny, I know but I love saying it. Also got a video game from Best Buy - MVP Baseball 2004. Was having a real good time in the store with it so I picked it up.

Irish has never seen a real tornado. Neither have I for that matter but, unlike her, I have no urge to see one up close and personal. Luckily for her, we were driving right into the warnings and watches. Yippee. Always wanted to learn to fly without an airplane but more along the lines of developing telekinetic powers or learning to use the force and not forcibly being thrown in the air by strong gusts of wind. Unfortunately, according to Irish and not me or Josh, we saw no funnel clouds. However, thanks to Applebee's nachos and dare from Irish to eat a jalapeno, there was much blowing of wind by me.

I bought some cat food at Petco tonight. We went in to pester the animals. Watched the ferrets fight, the mice run around on the wheels and couldnt find the tarantula. As we wandered around the fish area had to continue to proclaim "My bubbles!" or "Mine mine mine mine." Got hit by a few projectile dog toys thanks to Irish. But, back to the point, bough some food. Over these next days I shall leave some out for the kitty cat. It will be my friend. It will purr for me. It will not claw my eyes out.

I reiterate, little kids are obnoxious. There are certain ages that need to be skipped or when they need to be locked in a room. At Shrek, a family sat behind us. The kids were likely not old enough to be let in public yet and were not well-behaved enough to sit through a 2 minute commercial let alone a 2 hour movie. This kid behind me kept talking the entire time or would shout out "What's that?" at the top of his voice. Half way in, he decides he needs to poop. He announced this to the entire theater, "Mommy, I need to poop." So they left. They came back. Two minutes later, "Mommy, can I go poop." At least two more times this occured. Finally they stay but he won't sit down. Instead, he'd rather jump up and down on my seat and hum and bang his hand into my chair/head. Much appreciated. I enjoyed missing some parts of the movie. Especially since movies like this contain many small, humorous bits that you need to be constantly vigilant for. I know I missed a few as the audience laughed without me. I hate when that happens. I will often laugh without the audience but do not enjoy them laughing without me. Smite smite smite! Bring your kids in a kennel if you need to!

I enjoy having my own place. Seriously, it's nice to strut around nekid if I so desire. It's quiet (which sometimes gets to me but not often) and there's nobody else to worry about. Nobody else to clean up after. It's cozy. I enjoy it.

I just checked the flower pot for the kitty. He's not there. I will love him and hug him and hold him and call him George. I think George would make a good name for a cat. He's likely smarter than another George that I know. W!

Josh bought an X-box tonight. I tried to sway him to the Gamecube. Almost had him a few times. Finally he caved to Microsoft. Tool of the man! How dare he succumb to a mega-corporation such as MS! He must revolt and buy from a slighly less mega-corporation like Nintendo! Never to Sony, though. Crap crap crap. PS2? PSSUCK. The systems really wish they could implode and especially when playing a game like Finaly Fantasy. Nothing ever final nor fantasy about those. Those games should be turned into porn or something useful like wax paper.

A quick story - May 30, 2004

Having just woke up 10 minutes ago, I took a stroll through the trailer checking for wet spots under the open windows. It's pouring here (no running or golfing today). I get to the front door and open it since there's a screen door on the other side going out onto the porch. There's a flower pot that's sitting on the railing at the top of the stairs, right in front of the door. When I opened the door, I was startled to see something furry lying in the pot. I had no idea what it was and was hoping it was not dead. It kind of looked like a skunk. Fortunately, it wasn't smelling, yet. Not wanting to be attacked if it wasn't dead, I whistled at the fur ball. Nothing. So I clapped a few times. Out pops the head of the stray cat that wanders around here. It looked at me, jumped down and then scampered off to a hole in the trailer where it evidently has a home underneath it. This is a fairly sizable cat. This is a fairly small flower pot. How it fit in there, no idea. Why it chose that spot to sleep, no idea. I understand being on the porch since it's covered and all, but the flower pot filled with potting soil? I'm going to try to get some food and feed it. Maybe I can tame it or something. I want a pet!

Capitalist thought of yesterday (since I forgot to post it then): I love Saturn Vues. Absolutley drown in drool everytime I see one and heaven forbid I see a couple Saturns within moments of each other--whiplash. I even told a Vue owner that I loved his car. However, I cannot afford one at the moment. I need one to be available when I can afford one. For this to happen, the Vue has to be a popular car for a long time. To make this happen, everybody needs to buy one now. All of you. Go buy one. If they continue to sell, they will continue to make them. There will, then, be some available for me when I'm finally able to purchase one. So simple! You go do your part. I will be sure to do mine. We're in this together! It's for the good of us all!

Return of the Pizza - May 27, 2004

I have officially returned to pizza making. Is it sad that the time when I feel most appreciated, minus my wonderful DJ JB, is when I make pizza? Today was my first day at Choo Choo Charlies in Dubuque. Paul owns the place. I worked for him when he ran the Galena Happy Joes so I got a job there for the summer. I'm also friends with his general manager, Josh. Nice simple work. SO today I came in for orientation and to fill out paper work. They put me to work immediately to begin my training. Luckily for them, I rock the pizza world! The dinner rush was larger than expected. Never fear, Arbusto is here! I'd been out of pizza artistry for a couple years, but I knew my Luther degree would be useful somewhere. Got right back in the saddle and rode that pizza all night long!

I also got to dress as the mascot! I become one with Choo Choo Charlie. We bonded. The little league team sponsored by the store had their photos taken today so Charlie had to make an appearance. Little kids are obnoxious. Little brats. Mob mentality must be ingrained in the human mind.

Being such a music dork, at least what I consider music, I would like to share some lyrics from a song on my newest addition to my collection: Emerson Drive "Say My Name"

"WHen you say my name
I can feel forever
When you touch my face
Girl, I feel invicinble
Nothing seems impossible
I'm superman
YOu've got me flyinhg high
Baby, say my name
Just one more time."

Superman reference! Emerson Drive rules! Viva Viva! Plus, the lyrics are really good. I enjoy music far too much, if that's possible. Specifically, the more 'love' oriented and ballad style. I'm such a sap.

Ummm....not sure I have anything else I'm going to remember to add tonight. I might try to go golfing tomorrow. Gotta take my car in first since I think they loosened some electrical connection that kind of affects the headlights. Bad bad bad for night driving.

Who wants to be sleeping at 1:30 am? - May 27, 2004

What a short day! Damn me for waking up so darned late! It is now 1:30 in the morning. I am not tired at all. I want to go to sleep. I am so jealous of you all that are not reading this at the moment I am writing it because you are asleep. Wankers.

After planning on doing nothing tonight, I get a call from Irish. She needs to get out of the house. For those of you who don't know her, Irish is one of my best friends back here in the large metropolis of Elizabeth. So her grandma died the other night and she needs away from everything for a while and to find something to wear to the wake/funeral. We did the wandering and I got some tips for new colognes. She's usually the one who gives me the ideas. They have met approval from others. You know who you are ;)

We saw "Troy." Totally a major let down. I never realized the Orlando Bloom could not act. Maybe he can, but he was lame here. Movie totally dragged. I was bored out of my mind and totally wanted to go MST3K on its ass. I never thought the Greeks were the nicest of folks and knew that Achilles and Agamemnon were not great, upstanding people, but complete wang weasels? And the Trojans (TROJAN MAN!), since when were they so pure and holy? And I'm hardly getting at the complete inaccuracies of the whole thing! Paris and Achilles? Hector and Menalaous? Agamemnon...ummm...so much for the Electra story. Why the deuce was Achilles running around in the horse? Seriously, how could the Trojans miss 1000 ships hiding 100 yards from where they orginally landed? It's not like there's any shrubbery or foliage to hide behind in a freakin' desert. Plus, why the hell was that city located where it was? What possible value does it have there? As Penny Arcade said the other day, Paris and Hector should have turned into Legolas and the Hulk (which I've never seen) and wooped the Greeks to make a better movie. Who here honestly knows WTF I am talking about? Please raise your hands. Shall I continue to make other references you don't understand and I don't fully comprehend? Gosh dangit, talking to myself again.

On a better note, I really am looking forward to Harry Potter #3, King Arthur and Ocean's 12 which comes out in December! Happy Birfday to me! Viva previews!

Upon returning, I walk into the trailer and try to turn on the bedroom light. I got nothing. Clock is out, phone not working. Other lights are out throughout the place. A few random things are on. I have no flashlight so I have to run to the house to find one. I then search the place for a fuse box. Again, nothing. I go back to my room to start again, yeah, right in plain sight. Sort of behind the door but a big piece is sticking out. If only I'd turned around when the light failed to turn on I would have seen the grey box. Moron!

So I'm still not tired and I forgot my amusing ancedotes and tales I thought up during Troy that I was going to realte here. Lucky you this is only as long as it is. Maybe I'll go play Pokemon now.

You may go.

Best Athlete in the World

People are Stupid:

With Lance Armstrong retiring after his latest victory (at least he says, let's see if he pulls a Jordan) people are discussing who is the greatest athlete in the world. There are great debates raging all over the papers, internets and TVs by the great sports' pundits. It's not really all that interesting yet they persist in their endevours. Many claim Lance is. Others say Tiger Woods. Yet more say football players or baseball players or gymnasts (I have yet to hear about basketball mostly 'cause the NBA sucks I guess).

Why I Hate Them for It:

It's flippin' annoying! There is not going to be a winner unless you gather every athlete in the world and set them into a decathalon type setting that would challenge every aspect of what it means to be an athlete. That itself poses a problem: what is an athlete? Nobody is answering. This is an issue that cannot be answered. No sport, whether it's arguably a sport or not, is the same as the other. Tiger can't play football like TO and TO couldn't play baseball like Pujols and I doubt any of them could ride a bike through France like Lance. Though, I'd like to see them try.

Driving

Yes, I know. I rant about driving all the time. This time it's worse.

People are stupid:

People drive recklessly. They don't obey the rules of the road or even common courtesy. They'll weave in and out of lanes, not use turn signals, cut others off and it's just plain stupid. For instance, was in Chicago this weekend and we got held up due to an accident. Somebody had hit the concrete barricades between lanes, flipped over it and rolled on the barrier. It was not a pleasant sight. Firetrucks, police and ambulances all showed up. People were on stretchers and the truck was in pretty bad shape. This held up traffic for a while because they had to close off parts of lanes for the emergency vehicles.

Why I hate them for it:

I hate them because they're endangering everyone on the road! Even after seeing such a horrible accident, 2 minutes later somebody comes wizzing by us, weaving between all the lanes and racing down the road. There was no lesson learned for this person. Just a little more common sense would make the road a lot safer. I don't care if you don't follow every law but take for my safety, please. The only one who should be endangering my life should be me.

Employment

People are stupid:

It's summer and people are looking for jobs. Well, people are always looking for jobs but summer is different. There are more people looking since all us stupid kids are out of school for a bit and we'll need some spending money. Since more money is being spent, employers need more people with which to sell their wares and are thus hiring. However, the employers don't tell us this fact. This is stupid part number 1: they make us come to them (curse supply and demand). We put in applications and sit on our thumbs (only to rotate, hopefully). Stupid part number 2 is that if they don't like our application, they never tell us anything other than "We keep your application on file for 3-6 months." The third part in the stupidity is that if we are lucky enough to get a call back they lead us on in the interview to think we have a shot.

Why I hate them for it:

In regards to part one: us poor souls spend precious summer hours searching for people who may be hiring. There is a major power discrepency here. They're the ones hiring but we have to find them. Everyone will likely give you an application but that does not mean they're hiring. It just means they'll put you in a file cabinent. Bringing us to part two: we don't know whether they'll seriously look at the application or merely stick it in a pile. We put in our application and await a response. However, if they don't like you, they don't tell you. You sit there ever hopeful for a telephone call exclaiming your incredible luck to be chosen to interview. Next stupid part (three, if you're counting) is when you get that wonderous interview. You get primped (slightly, at least, you don't go in what I'm wearing at the moment). You get psyched up. You might even practice responses to quetsions you know you'll get ("why should we hire you?" "What special skills do you have to work for us?" "Do you fit under a desk and can you swallow this banana whole?"). You get to the interview. The interviewor asks his/her questions. They give you hope. You feel you're doing well. But again, they won't tell you anything, if you're lucky. If you're unlucky, like a friend of mine you get this exchange: "Can you work 10am-6pm" "no" "how about 5am-2pm" "yes." "Well, too bad you can't work 10-6. Sorry, we can't hire you."

I hate employers for being in a better position than I am.

Advertisements

People Do Stupid Things:

Companies and corporations or whoever wants to thesedays can have ads on the radio, tv, billboards or wherever. No matter where they are, many end up sucking...A LOT. Some examples or really sucky/stupid advertisements include McDonald's "Fruit Buzz" ads. Evidently nobody knew about this buzz before or McD's has added some sort of drug to their "fruit" to give you a buzz. Who knows. But the ads suck. Arby's also has horrible ads. From "Over Mitt" to these new ones "I'm Thinking Arbys." They're horribly annoying and I am purposely avoiding them for these craptastic advertisements. A great billboard I saw on the way to Madison said "Alliant Energy: A national leader in reMOOable energy" and there was a big picture of a cow. WTF? Is the cow the energy? Who are you trying to appeal to with this ad? I don't think children who would find this play on words funny are paying any energy bills. Red Bull! Ack. What are those commercials trying to do? It gives you wings? What?

Why I Hate Them For It:

People are getting paid for making these stupid ads! Who thought these were good ideas? If you're going to waste money, give it to me. I can put it to good use. I may even buy your products. There would be a benefit to that expenditure and I would not be annoyed. Why do these people get paid for having bad ideas? I can do that and probably waste less of your money. Hire me!

Food Contests

People Do Stupid Things:

Ever go to a county/state/something-or-another fair and see pie eating contests? How about on ESPN witnessing hot dog eating contests and the like? You know the ones, that little, tiny, skinny guy that wins them all the time. The contests where people get to gorge themselves. I do believe there was a scene in the movie Stand By Me about one such contest.

Why I Hate Them For It:

It's a compelte and utter waste! Here we are in the United States claiming to be this benevolent country yet we can witness people gorging themselves on food (I'll save the other wasteful activities for some other time). There are starving people all across the world, including here, but we feel we can waste this food like that. They're not eating to fulfill their hunger in these situations. They're eating to win a prize and acclaim. There are people who need the food to survive and these people are eating for fun! When I see these things on TV (that's a whole different gripe as well) I cringe at the sheer idiocy, the complete and utter waste of it all. How many people, for how long, could be fed with what just went down one person's throat in 5 minutes? Disgusting.

Garbage Man

People Do Stupid Things:

Garbage man comes to get the buildins garbage at 8 am. Bad enough as it is. Garbage man then just sits there with his loud truck for 20 mins. Additional stupid: garbage man gets on his cell phone and is talking the whole time. The really really stupid part: garbage man lights up a cigarette as he talks on the phone, right outside my window.

Why I Hate Them For It:

I was asleep! I was comfortable. There was a nice breeze blowing in. Suddenly, said breeze is garbage infested. The stench does not dissapate. I realize that he does not plan on leaving any time soon. Fine, whatever, I'll just lay here and doze. But then the talking starts. WTF, man? You're outside a residential building filled with students! You can see our windows are open since it's nice out. Then the cigarette begins! Seriously! Open windows here! No way I can sleep through all this now. Now I'm going to be drowsy later on and it's going to affect my studying for finals. Asshate. I hate you.

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