Thursday, May 15, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
RON!
Ronnie freaking Price.
The bandage is on his head because he was fouled hard (with a vengeance) earlier in Sunday's game and bonked his noggin on the floor. But did that stop him? (it didn't)
Friday night, Jazz v. Lakers at Pistol Pete's Mexican Grill. Though I wouldn't call the food "outrageous," it is quite good and it's nice to support the little guy in his fight against the Bajio'ses of the world. The tortilla soup was made almost to my exact specifications. See, I'm on something of a tortilla soup quest but I can never find an acceptable version.
We sat in the outfield grass. I've never been out there before. Is good time.
Remember how I hate in-game entertainment? Here they are playing a game called "Fish or Not a Fish." The game is exactly what you think it is.
Bees came back from 8-1 to win 9-8. Likely due to our constant hassling of opposing centerfielder Reggie Abercrombie.
Also Natali gave me a book (for my birthday) that I've been wanting to read. So the bar has been set kind of high for the rest of you.
Sunday! Jazz v. Lakers live at the Energy Solutions Arena!
This guy in the blue t-shirt had an important message for anyone within earshot: "Kobe sucks!" I appreciate his sentiment, but it just isn't true. Kobe won the MVP and all.
Encouragement written on the sky.
Score was close near the end, so hoping to seal the victory the Jazz dancers pulled out all the stops and engaged in a bizarre Masonic ritual.
end
The bandage is on his head because he was fouled hard (with a vengeance) earlier in Sunday's game and bonked his noggin on the floor. But did that stop him? (it didn't)Backing up. I didn't post much last week. I'd lost that lovin' feeling and didn't feel like doing any microsuedery. I'll be better this week though. I have some leftover items to get to later in the week maybe.
Thursday night a big gang ganged up and went to the Metropolitan. S'alright. The cheeseplate was great. I liked my dessert too. I also had a big crush on the waitress. Her name was "12."
Here's Scott with two lovely ladies, proving yet again that girls always go for the bad boy.
Friday night, Jazz v. Lakers at Pistol Pete's Mexican Grill. Though I wouldn't call the food "outrageous," it is quite good and it's nice to support the little guy in his fight against the Bajio'ses of the world. The tortilla soup was made almost to my exact specifications. See, I'm on something of a tortilla soup quest but I can never find an acceptable version.
Pistol Pete: "What is Phil Jackson complaining about? Probably his zen... or some... eastern philosophy."
Saturday morning I was supposed to go to breakfast for Lee's birthday, but I slept in. What's worse, when I woke up I had a message from Lee inviting me on an impromptu ghost town adventure. I love ghost town adventures! But I slept so long that I missed out. This is a real slap in the face. I need to change my lifestyle. I'm going to stop taking sleeping pills and see if that helps me get out of bed before 1:30pm.
Look what I missed out on!
Lisa sent me that picture. I wish I would have been there.
(see, it's called "B's," and my name is "B.")
Speaking of B's, Saturday night a few of us went to the Bees game in a combined celebration of mine and Lee's birthday (mine is Tuesday the 13th. don't forget).
Danny was there. I think this is one of the best photos I've ever taken.
We sat in the outfield grass. I've never been out there before. Is good time.
Remember how I hate in-game entertainment? Here they are playing a game called "Fish or Not a Fish." The game is exactly what you think it is.
Bees came back from 8-1 to win 9-8. Likely due to our constant hassling of opposing centerfielder Reggie Abercrombie.
Also Natali gave me a book (for my birthday) that I've been wanting to read. So the bar has been set kind of high for the rest of you.
Sunday! Jazz v. Lakers live at the Energy Solutions Arena!
This guy in the blue t-shirt had an important message for anyone within earshot: "Kobe sucks!" I appreciate his sentiment, but it just isn't true. Kobe won the MVP and all.
More harsh words for Kobe.
Encouragement written on the sky.
Last row baby!
Not exactly the last row. It was the last row of "real" seats, but there was a line of folding chairs behind us. This idiot Laker fan was providing color commentary throughout the whole game so at halftime we relocated. Nobody seemed to mind.
This stunt was very unnecessary. Pure danger.
Sports action!
Score was close near the end, so hoping to seal the victory the Jazz dancers pulled out all the stops and engaged in a bizarre Masonic ritual.
Tied? Oh no!
Don't worry, the Jazz dominated in overtime and won the game. The proof is in the confetti.
end
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
needlessly complicated
They've made it really difficult to get to the restroom at work. Join me on a virtual tour. See things through my eyes for once.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
nope
"B! What about last weekend? You vaguely alluded to it being disastrous?"
Well, kinda. I've been moving see? Planning this since last December but only kicking into high gear last weekend. After three glorious years, saying goodbye to good ol' 4C.
Friday night the fellas came over to help me with the heavy stuff. I got good fellas. Before we began moving I had something very important to do.
I had to make peace with the Goose. Like every other fowl I've ever met, she loves bread.
The Gander always hangs out down on the ground, but he's ready to strike if he needs to. It's kind of neat how protective he is.
I had plenty of bread left so I started tossing it off the balcony to the ducks below. I tried to feed the goose too. I'd throw a piece of bread right in front of him, but before he could pick it up a duck would come running from out of nowhere and snatch it away. Then the goose would look up at my like "Uh, dude?" This happened three or four times before he finally got his bread. I've complained about these geese from day one, but it just goes to show: we've all got our struggles in life.
Disaster! I've brought in special guest illustrator Scott to dramatize the following events. You can and should read his blog here. Also tell him he needs to update more often.
So yeah, moving. Chris and I each parked along the curb, being as how we had heavy objects to move. I park there all the time for loading and unloading.
Wait, what's that rumbling engine sound? Who are these guys?
Tow Truck People. Great.
Towed! The both of us! Well shit. I tried to be That Guy and was like "Well, who's in charge of this? Let me talk to them! Where's your search warrant?" Chris kept a more level head and was more like "Hey, come on."
So the deal is, they can take your car away and you can get it Monday for $238.
... or, you can give them $80 right now (per car) and they'll pretend this never happened. Cash only though. Who has that kind of cash in their pocket? The Tow Truck People were being hard cases. "You have ten minutes to come up with the money or else we're out of here. So you better hurry up. You have four minutes left." Since I was being That Guy I asked to see the stopwatch, but they didn't have one.
I frantically called Danny and Scott, who were already on the way, asking them to hit an ATM. Danny didn't know his PIN, and Scott's card wouldn't work. Finally we convinced them to unhook Chris's car and let him go get the money, which is what they should have done in the first place to save us all time.
Meanwhile I'm stuck there with these folks trying to stifle my rage.
Small talk ensued.
The deadline was fast approaching, but Chris got back just in time.
and all was well.
What else happened that night to make it a disaster? Well I got a nosebleed and a pop can exploded. Can you believe that rotten luck? Can my life get any worse? Yes it can! Saturday night I got some well earned McNuggets, but they forgot the sauce so I had to eat them dry. Why am I even alive?
More moving.
Sunday night I went to a thing at the place. It was nice.
I had to take the day off from work Tuesday to finish moving. I really would have rather been working.
I tried to convince that idiot Mikey to help but he wouldn't.
B: "Just help me get this stuff out of the way."
Mikey: "I'm tired, I just got home from work."
B: "You don't have a job."
Mikey: "Yeah I do."
B: "What is it then?"
Mikey: "Bowling."
B: "That's not a job."
Mikey: "Well I don't enjoy it."
He finally showed up to help, and thank goodness. I never would have finished without him.
In case you were wondering, moving sucks. Especially if you're like me and have never thrown anything away.
Three years in 4C and all I have to show is a drawer full of bottlecaps, three cereal prizes, and a packet of Arby's Sauce.
This remote belongs to a 13 inch tv I got when I was 12. To this day it remains the best remote I've ever had.
When I locked the door for the last time and went back to my car a big sideways hail storm started. Seems fitting, somehow. I don't think you can tell from this picture but there was a lot of hail.
Adios, 4C. Happy trails, Goose.
Well, kinda. I've been moving see? Planning this since last December but only kicking into high gear last weekend. After three glorious years, saying goodbye to good ol' 4C.
Friday night the fellas came over to help me with the heavy stuff. I got good fellas. Before we began moving I had something very important to do.
I had to make peace with the Goose. Like every other fowl I've ever met, she loves bread.The Gander always hangs out down on the ground, but he's ready to strike if he needs to. It's kind of neat how protective he is.
I had plenty of bread left so I started tossing it off the balcony to the ducks below. I tried to feed the goose too. I'd throw a piece of bread right in front of him, but before he could pick it up a duck would come running from out of nowhere and snatch it away. Then the goose would look up at my like "Uh, dude?" This happened three or four times before he finally got his bread. I've complained about these geese from day one, but it just goes to show: we've all got our struggles in life.Disaster! I've brought in special guest illustrator Scott to dramatize the following events. You can and should read his blog here. Also tell him he needs to update more often.
So yeah, moving. Chris and I each parked along the curb, being as how we had heavy objects to move. I park there all the time for loading and unloading.
Wait, what's that rumbling engine sound? Who are these guys?
Tow Truck People. Great.
Towed! The both of us! Well shit. I tried to be That Guy and was like "Well, who's in charge of this? Let me talk to them! Where's your search warrant?" Chris kept a more level head and was more like "Hey, come on."So the deal is, they can take your car away and you can get it Monday for $238.
... or, you can give them $80 right now (per car) and they'll pretend this never happened. Cash only though. Who has that kind of cash in their pocket? The Tow Truck People were being hard cases. "You have ten minutes to come up with the money or else we're out of here. So you better hurry up. You have four minutes left." Since I was being That Guy I asked to see the stopwatch, but they didn't have one.I frantically called Danny and Scott, who were already on the way, asking them to hit an ATM. Danny didn't know his PIN, and Scott's card wouldn't work. Finally we convinced them to unhook Chris's car and let him go get the money, which is what they should have done in the first place to save us all time.
Meanwhile I'm stuck there with these folks trying to stifle my rage.
Small talk ensued.
The deadline was fast approaching, but Chris got back just in time.
and all was well.
What else happened that night to make it a disaster? Well I got a nosebleed and a pop can exploded. Can you believe that rotten luck? Can my life get any worse? Yes it can! Saturday night I got some well earned McNuggets, but they forgot the sauce so I had to eat them dry. Why am I even alive?More moving.
Sunday night I went to a thing at the place. It was nice.
I had to take the day off from work Tuesday to finish moving. I really would have rather been working.
I tried to convince that idiot Mikey to help but he wouldn't.
B: "Just help me get this stuff out of the way."
Mikey: "I'm tired, I just got home from work."
B: "You don't have a job."
Mikey: "Yeah I do."
B: "What is it then?"
Mikey: "Bowling."
B: "That's not a job."
Mikey: "Well I don't enjoy it."
He finally showed up to help, and thank goodness. I never would have finished without him.
In case you were wondering, moving sucks. Especially if you're like me and have never thrown anything away.
Three years in 4C and all I have to show is a drawer full of bottlecaps, three cereal prizes, and a packet of Arby's Sauce.
This remote belongs to a 13 inch tv I got when I was 12. To this day it remains the best remote I've ever had.
When I locked the door for the last time and went back to my car a big sideways hail storm started. Seems fitting, somehow. I don't think you can tell from this picture but there was a lot of hail.
Adios, 4C. Happy trails, Goose.
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