Friday, June 27, 2003

Mind spinning
I have so much to post I think my head is going to explode. I think I'll break it down and only give responses for now. I'll come back later with a "Why I love the Folk-life Festival".

#1. You should all know that I was one point away from being able to marry Clare according to the fabulous quiz. I think I lost some serious points due to material concerns that I rarely possess. You just can't be a metrosexual if you don't care much about clothes or hair. I also lost a point or two because Frisbees in quizzes bias me.

#2. Um. Blogger, why? Why? Sure it's pretty, but I can't access my bloggin history. That's bloggin' ridiculous if you ask me. AND they didn't.

#3. For readers of J-Dub "Out saving the world" (the address now escapes me) I would like to remind everyone that I DID NOT APPROVE of the Hardee's Star. I want that perfectly clear. I found it threatening and mean and I even wrote Hardee's about it to complain.
They never wrote back.


Thursday, June 26, 2003

Down, down, up
I missed the Scottish dressing. I played less than stellar in my first Summer League game. I met Paul Duncan and he seems like an upstanding Ultimate player from St. Louis. Brad Fingland might remember him. I don't.

Tuesday, June 24, 2003

Take that
For those of you that said "Kilts and banjos don't go together," I want you to know that if it all works out, tomorrow night I'm going to hear a man play a banjo and Thursday night I'm going to go listen to a talk on proper Scottish dress. And it's all the same festival. How about that?

Monday, June 23, 2003

Special attention to CSR
*I lied about my throws. More like 10 to 15 feet.
*I didn't lie about Tony Hawk. Wow.
Special attention to you
The Hulk is as bad as it looks in the commercials.
College movies are dangerous. They make me want to get out there and conquer. I should probably just stay right here and conquer for a while.
It's only Monday and already my weekend is deteriorating.

Thursday, June 19, 2003

oops.
I woke up this morning and thought, "what a refreshing 6 hours of sleep". I rolled over, looked at the clock and realized the thought should've been, "what a refreshing 10 hours of sleep". I was 3 hours late to work. I've been late to work two other times in my life. And those two times I was less than 20 minutes late. THREE HOURS!
I'm never going to live this down. I paid the price today. I got to do all the junk that I was going to get out of had I been on time. I'm sure I'll pay the price for a while. Curses...

Tuesday, June 17, 2003

My thoughts on rap music
No. Nevermind.
I've decided that is neither herre nor thurr.

Monday, June 16, 2003

Full Throttle--I said it before, I'll say it again.
Dump Lucy, Cameron and Drew. Give us the originals. Even at 50+ they still look hotter than these three. The men I know agree.

Sunday, June 15, 2003

No Vampy Eye Makeup!
Thanks to the lovely Clare and the lovely Kiera Knightley I now have some great advice on proper make-up application. Kiera is now 20 according this recent source. That's 3 years she has aged since we first met a few months ago. She'll catch up to me in no time and then all of you can stop snickering. In the meantime, I'll continue to admire her from afar, except when I find close-ups. July 9th is coming fast. Who's going to "Pirates of the Carribbean" with me?

Thursday, June 12, 2003

Perhaps I need a hobby
Today I stayed a bit late at work so that I could set up a cubicle horse race. That sounds more exciting than it is. On the back wall of my cubicle I have 10 Clip Art Horses and jockeys, all wearing different color jerseys and caps, of course. They are lined up and ready to race toward the finish line. Each racer represents a member of the volunteer leadership team. As they assign computers for me to ship out to their various regions I will move the horses to the finish line. The first one to assign all thier computers will cross the line first. One jockey has jumped out to an early lead already. You never know what will happen at the AARP Downs, though. So don't count your winnings yet.

Wednesday, June 11, 2003

Much ado about nothing
I worked through most of my lunch so I could do a little "Word XP Clip Art". I rode my bike around in circles. AND I threw the flying disc with myself.
2 of those 3 activities were quite satisfying. The other resulted in a trip to the roof.

Monday, June 09, 2003

Acronymns Are Rather Pretentious
I'm lost in a sea of HMO's, PPO's POS's, 401k's, ASI, and various other top secret code.

Sunday, June 08, 2003

What is the price of fame?
Is he/she a fan of Dotopia?
Check out the end of the paragraph under Point/Counterpoint June 8th.
Fighting Materialism with plastics
I have a confession.
I went shopping yesterday. It was for birthday presents for my friends, but I spent a lot of time admiring material goods that I suddenly "had to have". Frightening what a bit of disposable income will do to a fellow. Williams and Sonoma, Bed Bath and Beyond, and Express for Men have some beautiful items. I managed to escape before I bought a shirt to match one of those nifty shower curtains. It was a narrow escape though. A close call. I found a temporary remedy for my materialistic itches-cleaning. Nothing like putting the junk you already own in its place to give you a little perspective on what you really need. The income will have to be disposed another day. Disaster averted.

Friday, June 06, 2003

Come on baby let's retire
I got my AARP membership today. How's that for service? I can't wait to start using my discounts. In my retirement I plan to read Mental Floss, since that wish was granted by my Auntie Moose(she's a regular blog reader it seems) and Uncle Roger. Chris seems to have a strange desire to mat me. I can only assume he and I no longer have the same frame of reference. And Kristin, there are something like 26 shopping days left... 'course with my discounts of up to 20%, it hardly seems fair to have a wish list at all.

Thursday, June 05, 2003

Crazy drunk drivers
That's what the bum says when Michael J. Fox comes BACK TO THE FUTURE, which is now very much the past.
I spent a lot of my day in the studio watching "them" photograph stupid props for a poster. It was cool for a while, but I can only have so many opinions about a coffee mug that was moved 3 inches before I run out of opinions. It was almost like being part of something advertising though. Almost.
Great Scott.

Wednesday, June 04, 2003

Buy now. Pay later
In case you are shopping for my birthday present already I would like:
a banjo, a kilt, a cribbage board, a Blink-182 CD, a book-maybe called The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven and maybe not, a subscription to Mental Floss,
new pants, banjo lessons, a trip, a giant frame that I can walk through, cleats, someone to throw the disc with, a state-of-the-art pencil, mmmmmm. cookies, a book definitely a book, and some music I lika de music- Bluegrass Country? Zydeco? don't be afraid to expose me to new things I lead a very sheltered life. A visit, a piece of pie,...

Tuesday, June 03, 2003

Somewhere between
crotch holes growing to unmanageable size and roast beef hash patties, I managed to fit in both my first conference call (zzzzzz) and my first meeting with creative services. My pappy always said that those quarterly financial reports would make a dandy place for my advertising skills, maybe he was right. That's not what I was doing though. I was back-up to a coworker trying to get a designer to do some freakin' designing. We'll see how that works out. The calendar keeps filling up. The job becomes harder to escape. I went to work happy though and I felt guilty. It's ok to like going to work. Just don't tell the pranksters. They'll serve you electric kool-aid and make you walk through a giant frame. So we all have the same frame of reference. Thanks T. Wolfe.

Sunday, June 01, 2003

What a trip, man.
It's been awhile as some of my more impatient readers pointed out, but I'm back to bore you now. Here's a little look at my trips by the numbers.
*9 different airports. Cleveland's had the coolest artwork.
*8 bachelorette parties seen in Austin, 5 in a single bar. James and I decided that there are plenty of beautiful women in Austin, but you better hurry because they are all getting married.
*13 (tied)- Leadbelly's place at Nationals.
*15-13 Stanford women edged out MIT in a thriller women’s final.
*15-? Wisconsin annhilated Oregon.
*2 Ultimate games I've seen in a stadium. Ooh. Ahh.
*6th- the “cool” street in Austin.
*Bourbon St. is not a number.
*7 drink offers I turned down
*39 average age of women I danced with on Bourbon St.
*Lots- of things I found out about my coworkers that I probably shouldn’t have.
*90-95 age that I'll live according to the palm reader.
*1 items consumed from the mini-bar charged to the room.
*2 kingsize beds in the last 2 weeks.
*a gazillion - other blogworthy thoughts that just didn’t quite make the cut for one reason or another but may trickle in later