From the Gap:
From Target:
I like the target one, and I think C-Dog has now inspired me to grow a mustache and start hanging out at Desperado's, Austin #1 Latino Bar.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Guns Don't Kill People, People With Mustasches Kill People
Before the big trip to one of the most hip places on earth, I solicited the help of the Beastmaster for shopping advice. The Beast just asked the workers, excuse me, could you help me be cool, can you dress me so that the sorority girls will like me.
From the Gap:
From Target:
I like the target one, and I think C-Dog has now inspired me to grow a mustache and start hanging out at Desperado's, Austin #1 Latino Bar.
From the Gap:
From Target:
I like the target one, and I think C-Dog has now inspired me to grow a mustache and start hanging out at Desperado's, Austin #1 Latino Bar.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Google Talk and Festoon
Google talk is an excellent way to talk to friends and family, in my opinion the best voice over IP technology by far on the market, and it's free! It sounds better than communicating on a cellular phone, and lately I've found it much easier to ring someone on Google talk then by conventional means.
Now, with the addition of Festoon, not only can you get voice over IP, but also video with some really cool effects.
This is your typical boring webcam, hey look at me guys, I'm cool! Look out Burt Reynolds, I was BORN to be in front of the camera!
Add some some spice, check out what Robert would look like if he was Siamese twins. We are Siamese if you please, We are siamese if you don't please.
What about with the powder yellow, making everything look like the Matrix code in yellow fashion.
Or, how bout my favorite, this one basically works like a windshield wiper, basically you wave your hand in the air, and it 'wipes' the screen clean so you can see your face.
If none of the above suffice, there is always the overlay. In this particular instance, yours truly looks like the hoot owl. This picture is awful, it looks like a locket your momma would give you to wear around your neck with a picture of some loved one in it. Nevertheless, I thought it kinda funny.
Fun to play with, even though it sure does soak up the bandwidth and system resources.
Since that hoot owl looks so damn tired, I think it's time for him to go to bed. Hoot Hoot, zzzzz, zzzzz
Now, with the addition of Festoon, not only can you get voice over IP, but also video with some really cool effects.
This is your typical boring webcam, hey look at me guys, I'm cool! Look out Burt Reynolds, I was BORN to be in front of the camera!
Add some some spice, check out what Robert would look like if he was Siamese twins. We are Siamese if you please, We are siamese if you don't please.
What about with the powder yellow, making everything look like the Matrix code in yellow fashion.
Or, how bout my favorite, this one basically works like a windshield wiper, basically you wave your hand in the air, and it 'wipes' the screen clean so you can see your face.
If none of the above suffice, there is always the overlay. In this particular instance, yours truly looks like the hoot owl. This picture is awful, it looks like a locket your momma would give you to wear around your neck with a picture of some loved one in it. Nevertheless, I thought it kinda funny.
Fun to play with, even though it sure does soak up the bandwidth and system resources.
Since that hoot owl looks so damn tired, I think it's time for him to go to bed. Hoot Hoot, zzzzz, zzzzz
Monday, November 07, 2005
I Want to Sail Away to a Distant Shore and Make like an Ape Man
Looks like Austin is finally making progress on urbanizing that big hunk of prime real estate that used to be the old Robert Mueller Municipal Airport . I recall back in my college days watching the planes land from the backside of the airport. I know part is going to be a children's hospital and from what I'm reading the rest seems to be up for grabs for probably posh condos, Starbucks, and cookie cutter strip malls.
I had to hop on the bike and see what the development looked like. By the time I got there it was dark and creepy, lots of cranes and such, the cranes remind me a bit of East Berlin as the wall came down and the late 90's reconstruction. It's really cool to ride your bike down a road that used to be an airplane runway. Anyway, to the left is 51st street.
In keeping up with snapping pictures in quasi dangerous driving lanes, up top I35 here, the busiest and most dangerous stretch of the interstate in the country; and it goes from Mexico to Duluth. The Kinks would call it the motor traffic rumble, as it soars down below.
Jesusland is everywhere! On 51st is 'The PromiseLand.' I snapped a picture of this building because it reminded me of back in the day when I was a young lad, I would sit and play 'The Legend of Zelda' all day, while listening to Casey's Top 40 , not to mention rockin' in the New Year with Dick Clark. Anyway, the PromiseLand's fountain reminds me of the fairy that Zelda would go to in order to regain all of his strength.
More into the seedy underbelly of Austin is the wonderful Carousel Lounge. There are no sinister clowns that attempt to lead little kids into demise, but an interesting place to catch some live music.
Even if it kills me, I'm going to follow the route of the typical Austin Hippie, and teach the Benny-meister to catch the Frisbee. Progress is already being made, here's a picture as per Ashton's request.
Great news that the Calvary of Mike Deez, Jenny will be making the trip to San Francisco to hang out with Rolando -- just so long as we aren't fighting over the GPS unit, in true geek fashion.
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'Proposition 2' -- Gay Marriage Ban, 14 KKK protesting Capital Hill Austin, 3,000 people protesting KKK, lawsuits, damn what's all the hub bub about!??! -- They will probably stay married longer than a lot of 'prim-and-proper' people---
I had to hop on the bike and see what the development looked like. By the time I got there it was dark and creepy, lots of cranes and such, the cranes remind me a bit of East Berlin as the wall came down and the late 90's reconstruction. It's really cool to ride your bike down a road that used to be an airplane runway. Anyway, to the left is 51st street.
In keeping up with snapping pictures in quasi dangerous driving lanes, up top I35 here, the busiest and most dangerous stretch of the interstate in the country; and it goes from Mexico to Duluth. The Kinks would call it the motor traffic rumble, as it soars down below.
Jesusland is everywhere! On 51st is 'The PromiseLand.' I snapped a picture of this building because it reminded me of back in the day when I was a young lad, I would sit and play 'The Legend of Zelda' all day, while listening to Casey's Top 40 , not to mention rockin' in the New Year with Dick Clark. Anyway, the PromiseLand's fountain reminds me of the fairy that Zelda would go to in order to regain all of his strength.
More into the seedy underbelly of Austin is the wonderful Carousel Lounge. There are no sinister clowns that attempt to lead little kids into demise, but an interesting place to catch some live music.
Even if it kills me, I'm going to follow the route of the typical Austin Hippie, and teach the Benny-meister to catch the Frisbee. Progress is already being made, here's a picture as per Ashton's request.
Great news that the Calvary of Mike Deez, Jenny will be making the trip to San Francisco to hang out with Rolando -- just so long as we aren't fighting over the GPS unit, in true geek fashion.
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'Proposition 2' -- Gay Marriage Ban, 14 KKK protesting Capital Hill Austin, 3,000 people protesting KKK, lawsuits, damn what's all the hub bub about!??! -- They will probably stay married longer than a lot of 'prim-and-proper' people---
How's It Smellin'
Physical Introspection. I stink, literally. I don't know when I started stinking, but I acknowledge the fact that I seem to be keeping the Febreeze company in business. It's not a hindrance to daily life, but I'll never claim that my sh*t doesn't stink. I believe Jenny doesn't know if myself or Benny is the more stinky one in the house.
O yea, here's where the too much information comes in, but I hope you 7 readers find it humorous! Like Ben Stiller in Along Came Polly, I seem to suffer from some sort of irritable bowel syndrome, spicy food just tears me up. Also, for some odd reason my feet sweat big time, even when I'm chilling out, even though I'm healthy.
The discovery channel says that everyone gives off a natural scent, and this scent acts as a natural pheromone to attract others. Some people just like the smell of other people. I suppose wearing perfume covers your natural scent, therefore not allowing your natural scent to do the talking.
What this means to me, well it's going to take a special female to like my smell. I can't see myself going to 'the club', bad music, wearing one of those vertical stripped shirts (you know the one every young urban 'cool' hip professional seems to wear in the bar, making them very indistinguishable, more ordinary and boring), going up to a soristitute (half sorority girl half, well), and saying hey baby, how's it going, do you think I smell good? If people can't demand more than a nice smell and a $250 dollar shirt out of their mate, my smelly a$$ is sunk.
I do love this stuff though http://www.zirh.com/ , for the keeping up with appearances confrontations I'll dump it on!
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Random Quote:
The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives.
-- Nick Hornby, High Fidelity
O yea, here's where the too much information comes in, but I hope you 7 readers find it humorous! Like Ben Stiller in Along Came Polly, I seem to suffer from some sort of irritable bowel syndrome, spicy food just tears me up. Also, for some odd reason my feet sweat big time, even when I'm chilling out, even though I'm healthy.
The discovery channel says that everyone gives off a natural scent, and this scent acts as a natural pheromone to attract others. Some people just like the smell of other people. I suppose wearing perfume covers your natural scent, therefore not allowing your natural scent to do the talking.
What this means to me, well it's going to take a special female to like my smell. I can't see myself going to 'the club', bad music, wearing one of those vertical stripped shirts (you know the one every young urban 'cool' hip professional seems to wear in the bar, making them very indistinguishable, more ordinary and boring), going up to a soristitute (half sorority girl half, well), and saying hey baby, how's it going, do you think I smell good? If people can't demand more than a nice smell and a $250 dollar shirt out of their mate, my smelly a$$ is sunk.
I do love this stuff though http://www.zirh.com/ , for the keeping up with appearances confrontations I'll dump it on!
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Random Quote:
The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives.
-- Nick Hornby, High Fidelity
Sunday, November 06, 2005
If You're going to San Francisco
Thanks to Rolando and his generosity, Thursday I'm hopping on an aeroplane to LAX with a first class ticket for 160 bucks, we are going to take his shiny new Volvo to San Francisco. During the trip I suppose we are going to weigh the pros and cons of his potential move back to ATX.
In taking trips out to LA, we usually go down south San Diego way, and of course Tijuana and Avenida Revolucion . This time we are going to take the trip north.
San Francisco, besides being the home of Mr Sulu from Star Trek, who recently came out of the closet, it is a city of intrigue. Doing the research, I've discovered it was the Ellis Island of the west, and there's two ways into the city, one being the Golden Gate Bridge. It's got an amazing Chinatown and Fisherman's Wharf. And of course seeing Castro will be cool, I don't expect my butchy ass will get hit on by any of the refined and cultured gay people. The more I reasearch, the more I love the place, and the more I'd entertain notions of moving there one day, until I get it thru my thick skull that a 1 bedroom dive would be 10 billion dollars to rent. Who knows?
Thus far we've got a Brendan Benson gig booked at Slim's for Friday's entertainment, and Saturday My Morning Jacket and the legendary Fillmore. I hope to hang out mostly in the Tenderloin area (interesting story it was dubbed this b/c the cops used to get paid more for working here, thus being able to afford better cuts of meat).
On the flipside we are going to check out a band playing at The Troubadour , a place where the Old 97's recorded a brilliant concert turned into DVD.
More to come, just my first written attempt to convince Jenny and Mike D to make the trip too, as they are teetering on the edge.
Good luck with me getting flowers in my 'hair'.
In taking trips out to LA, we usually go down south San Diego way, and of course Tijuana and Avenida Revolucion . This time we are going to take the trip north.
San Francisco, besides being the home of Mr Sulu from Star Trek, who recently came out of the closet, it is a city of intrigue. Doing the research, I've discovered it was the Ellis Island of the west, and there's two ways into the city, one being the Golden Gate Bridge. It's got an amazing Chinatown and Fisherman's Wharf. And of course seeing Castro will be cool, I don't expect my butchy ass will get hit on by any of the refined and cultured gay people. The more I reasearch, the more I love the place, and the more I'd entertain notions of moving there one day, until I get it thru my thick skull that a 1 bedroom dive would be 10 billion dollars to rent. Who knows?
Thus far we've got a Brendan Benson gig booked at Slim's for Friday's entertainment, and Saturday My Morning Jacket and the legendary Fillmore. I hope to hang out mostly in the Tenderloin area (interesting story it was dubbed this b/c the cops used to get paid more for working here, thus being able to afford better cuts of meat).
On the flipside we are going to check out a band playing at The Troubadour , a place where the Old 97's recorded a brilliant concert turned into DVD.
More to come, just my first written attempt to convince Jenny and Mike D to make the trip too, as they are teetering on the edge.
Good luck with me getting flowers in my 'hair'.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Wurstfest 2005 - New Braunfels
First and foremost, pay no attention to the really odd phallic picture on the Wurstfest Official Website , and secondly watch these awesome videos, first one is from 'Das Gross Zelt' a bunch of
drunken Germans and locals doing the chicken dance ,
and a walk thru the big Wursthalle playing traditional German waltz and polkas .
The crew was Ashley, the docta, Mike Driz, Mr Brad, and the Bobmeister.
Hanging out in the Gross Zelt, we listened to Die Fröhliche Dorfmusik, an extremely talented group, catching a picture of them playing the 'Clarinet Polka', an amazing number by all means. Nothing like harmonizing clarinets.
Next was Wursthalle, I think the one in Munich is literally 50 times bigger! Mike D said I had more cheese on my face than in the last year he's seen me. Something my cyborg German heritage a$$ hanging out in the middle of it all, soakin' it all in. Kraut and Brautwurst in one hand, Warsteiner Dark in the other.
Then after 20 minutes of convincing Mike D's homophobic a$$, we rode on the Ferris Wheel which was a blast. Mr scared of heights was 'O Sh*tting' the entire time, and then a stop at the top of the wheel yielded this picture of the human ants.
We know Doc had a few, because he was singing with me in the car on the way home, that's usually the job left to me and my lispy voice. And didn't hear Ashley, out like a burnt out bulb she was.
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drunken Germans and locals doing the chicken dance ,
and a walk thru the big Wursthalle playing traditional German waltz and polkas .
The crew was Ashley, the docta, Mike Driz, Mr Brad, and the Bobmeister.
Hanging out in the Gross Zelt, we listened to Die Fröhliche Dorfmusik, an extremely talented group, catching a picture of them playing the 'Clarinet Polka', an amazing number by all means. Nothing like harmonizing clarinets.
Next was Wursthalle, I think the one in Munich is literally 50 times bigger! Mike D said I had more cheese on my face than in the last year he's seen me. Something my cyborg German heritage a$$ hanging out in the middle of it all, soakin' it all in. Kraut and Brautwurst in one hand, Warsteiner Dark in the other.
Then after 20 minutes of convincing Mike D's homophobic a$$, we rode on the Ferris Wheel which was a blast. Mr scared of heights was 'O Sh*tting' the entire time, and then a stop at the top of the wheel yielded this picture of the human ants.
We know Doc had a few, because he was singing with me in the car on the way home, that's usually the job left to me and my lispy voice. And didn't hear Ashley, out like a burnt out bulb she was.
A++
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Broken Social Scene / Feist -- Stubb's BBQ
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Feist, a funky baddass Canadian who puts on a dynamite performance. Her charisma is fabulous, and I admire the fact that she seems to be a well grounded individual, one who doesn't 'lose' herself like a typical indie rock star. An airy beautiful voice that is as penetrating as it is sincere.
Sounding like a total panzy, but Feist's song 'Now at Last' is one of the few songs that can almost make this cynical dude cry. Talk about chills in the spine!
Don't know what the song is, but its beautiful, for you high speed users, check out the 18 mb movie from the show.
Then there is Broken Social Scene. It seems like anyone who is anyone involved with indie music in Canada is somewhat affiliated with this group.
All in all the show was stellar, some lag every now and then but understandable. BSS expressed their favorite city in America was Austin, a much more positive statement than Feist's bittersweet sentiments. Very humble guys, which is admirable, for example, flying the lead singers mother down for the occassion.
The band gave the Stubbs crowd a warm and fuzzy feeling, which I believe to have been give back to the band. I love the trombone, and the two players in the band were great, not as good as Mr. Rico, but nontheless noteworty. Here's the 10, no 12, no 15 of them on stage, and don't forget to catch the little video (9 meg).
Goin' to the gig lone-poleing' it, it was nice to run into Jeff, Doc Love's brotha, and Sarah B, an old Austin Music Foundation friend of mine, who promises to teach me how to tickle the ivories.
All in all, while the wannabe indie kids were 'Floatin' On' with Modest Mouse at the Music Hall, the true music geeks in town caught the better show, Feist and Broken Social Scene and Stubb's BBQ, a winning combination.
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When the spring is cold
Where do robins go
What makes winters lonely
Now at last I know -- Now At Last - Feist
Sounding like a total panzy, but Feist's song 'Now at Last' is one of the few songs that can almost make this cynical dude cry. Talk about chills in the spine!
Don't know what the song is, but its beautiful, for you high speed users, check out the 18 mb movie from the show.
Then there is Broken Social Scene. It seems like anyone who is anyone involved with indie music in Canada is somewhat affiliated with this group.
All in all the show was stellar, some lag every now and then but understandable. BSS expressed their favorite city in America was Austin, a much more positive statement than Feist's bittersweet sentiments. Very humble guys, which is admirable, for example, flying the lead singers mother down for the occassion.
The band gave the Stubbs crowd a warm and fuzzy feeling, which I believe to have been give back to the band. I love the trombone, and the two players in the band were great, not as good as Mr. Rico, but nontheless noteworty. Here's the 10, no 12, no 15 of them on stage, and don't forget to catch the little video (9 meg).
Goin' to the gig lone-poleing' it, it was nice to run into Jeff, Doc Love's brotha, and Sarah B, an old Austin Music Foundation friend of mine, who promises to teach me how to tickle the ivories.
All in all, while the wannabe indie kids were 'Floatin' On' with Modest Mouse at the Music Hall, the true music geeks in town caught the better show, Feist and Broken Social Scene and Stubb's BBQ, a winning combination.
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When the spring is cold
Where do robins go
What makes winters lonely
Now at last I know -- Now At Last - Feist
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Nuclear Pumpkin
A few days late of Halloween, but I HAD to sneek in the picture of John and I and our Nuclear Pumpkin from a few years back.
It was the summer of chips and dips and me pushing 235, talk about Mr Fat Head.
This was right before the auditor said my Pepsi promo Brittany Spears poster was 'inappropriate' so I had to take it down. This year, the big rat was 'inappropriate' and had to come down.
Damn can you say NAZI!!!!
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On the subject of pumpkins, a night with the family in Round Rock revealed these snazzy pictures of my nephews clutching the pumkins that are about to be gutted and carved for Halloween decorations.
Kyle went as a Power Ranger and Collin went as Bob the Builder. The secret blog of The Sugarland Gillars revealed that the family had the Star Wars theme for their Halloween outing...kinda. Would have loved to see Gavin as Yoda!
It was the summer of chips and dips and me pushing 235, talk about Mr Fat Head.
This was right before the auditor said my Pepsi promo Brittany Spears poster was 'inappropriate' so I had to take it down. This year, the big rat was 'inappropriate' and had to come down.
Damn can you say NAZI!!!!
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On the subject of pumpkins, a night with the family in Round Rock revealed these snazzy pictures of my nephews clutching the pumkins that are about to be gutted and carved for Halloween decorations.
Kyle went as a Power Ranger and Collin went as Bob the Builder. The secret blog of The Sugarland Gillars revealed that the family had the Star Wars theme for their Halloween outing...kinda. Would have loved to see Gavin as Yoda!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Multiple Intelligences / Profound Gymnastics and Incredible Calisthenics
Howard Gardner is this guy that talks about 7 different types of intelligences, and as per a conversation with my brother in law, once we tried to dissect what category of intelligence yours truly belongs to.
The types of intelligence are as follows:
Bottom line is, there's always someone smarter than you in one of the disciplines, so I suppose we suck it up and be thankful for what we've got.
Musical Intelligence, The chord sequence to Pearl Jam's version of 'Last Kiss', not sexy but nevertheless good, musically intelligent --
Linguistic intelligence, This guy Speed Levitch has turned Weezer's "The Sweater Song" into something profound, take a gander. Here's an MP3 of it, check it out --
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and each of you is a reminder to the earth of what it's capable of
you are all the reasons jumping rational lacadaisical irrational
you are ceaseless sieges on the city of joy
the reason agamemnon went to troy
you are other gods abase yourself at the knees of yourself
intelligence is not a discipline it's an experience
allow it to explode
destroy buildings I'm sorry I hurt your feelings
did i lose that sweater or did it lose me
[first verse & chorus]
and language was invented so people could lie
don't just say I love you let your love perspire and fly
it is the most profound gymnastics and incredible callesthenics
let me polevault you, let me cartwheel into your beauty
in an ideal love affair we never have to say i love you.
i stuttered first, by the way, I love you
[second verse & chorus][bridge & chorus]
sweaters that are loneliness which is a delusion,
sweaters that emasculate creating confusion
a giant refresh & nothing is surpressed
sweaters of lycrasweaters of spandex we don't need them
sweaters of knitwear creating the reason that caeser went to gaul
we don't need the sweater
walk through the sweater
the sweater that murders, that barrages
the sweaters that take over our lives
& remind us we don't like the way that we walk
walk through the sweater of apocalypse and find your own warmth
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The types of intelligence are as follows:
- Linguistic intelligence ("word smart")
- Logical-mathematical intelligence ("number/reasoning smart")
- Spatial intelligence ("picture smart")
- Bodily-Kinesthetic intelligence ("body smart")
- Musical intelligence ("music smart")
- Interpersonal intelligence ("people smart")
- Intrapersonal intelligence ("self smart")
- Naturalist intelligence ("nature smart")
Bottom line is, there's always someone smarter than you in one of the disciplines, so I suppose we suck it up and be thankful for what we've got.
Musical Intelligence, The chord sequence to Pearl Jam's version of 'Last Kiss', not sexy but nevertheless good, musically intelligent --
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Linguistic intelligence, This guy Speed Levitch has turned Weezer's "The Sweater Song" into something profound, take a gander. Here's an MP3 of it, check it out --
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and each of you is a reminder to the earth of what it's capable of
you are all the reasons jumping rational lacadaisical irrational
you are ceaseless sieges on the city of joy
the reason agamemnon went to troy
you are other gods abase yourself at the knees of yourself
intelligence is not a discipline it's an experience
allow it to explode
destroy buildings I'm sorry I hurt your feelings
did i lose that sweater or did it lose me
[first verse & chorus]
and language was invented so people could lie
don't just say I love you let your love perspire and fly
it is the most profound gymnastics and incredible callesthenics
let me polevault you, let me cartwheel into your beauty
in an ideal love affair we never have to say i love you.
i stuttered first, by the way, I love you
[second verse & chorus][bridge & chorus]
sweaters that are loneliness which is a delusion,
sweaters that emasculate creating confusion
a giant refresh & nothing is surpressed
sweaters of lycrasweaters of spandex we don't need them
sweaters of knitwear creating the reason that caeser went to gaul
we don't need the sweater
walk through the sweater
the sweater that murders, that barrages
the sweaters that take over our lives
& remind us we don't like the way that we walk
walk through the sweater of apocalypse and find your own warmth
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Mike P's Comments - For those of You Who Don't Read Comments
For those of you who don't read comments, Mike P left a rebuttal of what he thinks I'm intelligent about -- it's really funny, or at least I thought. Perhaps he's right, but damn 0.9, Give a brotha a break! But thanks for the other compliments, It has brightened my day at least a tad bit.
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Mike P's Opinion on Roberto:
I am taking the liberty to rate Robert in what I think his strengths and weakness are based on this break down of intelligence. My rating will be 0-10 0 being something in the geological perspective (rock) and 10 being somewhere near Stephen Hawking or any other smarty pants.Here goes:
Linguistic intelligence ("word smart") - Survey Says: 5 Average - You can make it through most New York Times articles without having to refer to a dictionary. You can spell dictionary
Logical-mathematical intelligence ("number/reasoning smart") - 4 - You are lucky you can balance a check book. Mike D you are not Rob sorry. Dont get upset I am somewhere around a 0.7.
Spatial intelligence ("picture smart") - 4.8 - Just below the bell curve. Ansel Adams/Mark Rothbauer/Salvadore Dali is far out of your reach brother.Bodily-
Kinesthetic intelligence ("body smart") - 6.3 - While you have a fumbling style about you, I can't for the life of me see how you make some of those shots in B-Ball.
Musical intelligence ("music smart") - 7.3 - This is based on the idea of comparing you from Mozart to Nickelback you are closer to Mozart than your good bud Chad Kroeger.
Interpersonal intelligence ("people smart") - 8.3 - You should and probably will be some sort of politician or other representative of the people since you can communicate/empathize with others so freely.
Intrapersonal intelligence ("self smart") - 8.5 - You know yourself or at least you are by no means afraid to dig deep into the muck and sludge that is you and find those gems of internal wisdom of which you clutch so fervently. I admire and respect that and consider that your greatest intelligence.
Naturalist intelligence ("nature smart") - 0.9 - At least you know to come in from the rain.Well that's it from Mike P. Just my 2 cents.
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Mike P's Opinion on Roberto:
I am taking the liberty to rate Robert in what I think his strengths and weakness are based on this break down of intelligence. My rating will be 0-10 0 being something in the geological perspective (rock) and 10 being somewhere near Stephen Hawking or any other smarty pants.Here goes:
Linguistic intelligence ("word smart") - Survey Says: 5 Average - You can make it through most New York Times articles without having to refer to a dictionary. You can spell dictionary
Logical-mathematical intelligence ("number/reasoning smart") - 4 - You are lucky you can balance a check book. Mike D you are not Rob sorry. Dont get upset I am somewhere around a 0.7.
Spatial intelligence ("picture smart") - 4.8 - Just below the bell curve. Ansel Adams/Mark Rothbauer/Salvadore Dali is far out of your reach brother.Bodily-
Kinesthetic intelligence ("body smart") - 6.3 - While you have a fumbling style about you, I can't for the life of me see how you make some of those shots in B-Ball.
Musical intelligence ("music smart") - 7.3 - This is based on the idea of comparing you from Mozart to Nickelback you are closer to Mozart than your good bud Chad Kroeger.
Interpersonal intelligence ("people smart") - 8.3 - You should and probably will be some sort of politician or other representative of the people since you can communicate/empathize with others so freely.
Intrapersonal intelligence ("self smart") - 8.5 - You know yourself or at least you are by no means afraid to dig deep into the muck and sludge that is you and find those gems of internal wisdom of which you clutch so fervently. I admire and respect that and consider that your greatest intelligence.
Naturalist intelligence ("nature smart") - 0.9 - At least you know to come in from the rain.Well that's it from Mike P. Just my 2 cents.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Echo and the Bunnymen for Halloween
It wasn't in the cards for Mr. Yuck to be carved today because HEB was out of pumpkins, the rain prohibited trick or treating with the nephews, couldn't stand another night on the town with doc at the 'cool' bars, so a night with Echo and the Bunnymen proved to be the way to go.
So like the dude in High Fidelity, I'm going to arrange my CD collection in life relevance order. The New Bunnymen album Siberia is amazing, reminds me of what alternative rock was before Kurt and Eddie introduced the world to flannel. We had the pleasure of meeting the ex-lead guitar player at a Beatles cover band The Blue Meanies in Liverpool a few years back. Funny the Irish are drinking Budweiser b/c it's cool there and the Texans are drinking Guinness. In the picture, where's Baldo, a tad bit heavier that's for sure?
Other noteworthy items on the playlist are Peter Doherty's 'secret' acoustic album. He's the ex-Libertine ex-Babyshambles dude that gets supermodels in trouble with cocaine, but man is the boy talented.
Time to go to sleep, save these challenges and questions for another day. The bike ride to work is a little tougher than I expected, but every time I drive by the "LANCE ARMSTRONG FITNESS CENTER," I get pumped up and I'm reminded to "LIVESTRONG!"
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1,000 songs, 1,000 stories -----
So like the dude in High Fidelity, I'm going to arrange my CD collection in life relevance order. The New Bunnymen album Siberia is amazing, reminds me of what alternative rock was before Kurt and Eddie introduced the world to flannel. We had the pleasure of meeting the ex-lead guitar player at a Beatles cover band The Blue Meanies in Liverpool a few years back. Funny the Irish are drinking Budweiser b/c it's cool there and the Texans are drinking Guinness. In the picture, where's Baldo, a tad bit heavier that's for sure?
Other noteworthy items on the playlist are Peter Doherty's 'secret' acoustic album. He's the ex-Libertine ex-Babyshambles dude that gets supermodels in trouble with cocaine, but man is the boy talented.
Time to go to sleep, save these challenges and questions for another day. The bike ride to work is a little tougher than I expected, but every time I drive by the "LANCE ARMSTRONG FITNESS CENTER," I get pumped up and I'm reminded to "LIVESTRONG!"
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1,000 songs, 1,000 stories -----
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Calexico / Iron and Wine -- Stubb's BBQ
A lovely night for a near capacity crowd at Stubb's. The two bands together are absolutely fabulous, dynamite harmonies, and amazing songwriting. Calexico from Tuscon, AZ, captures the border sound brilliantly, and the Iron and Wine set, wow, what can I say?
Getting to the gig a bit late, and so many people being there, the best view we could come up with was half way up near the big tree.
Highlights of were Prison on Route 41, in which I snagged a quick video, and a cover of Always on My Mind. Poo that 'A History of Lovers' was left out of the mix, my favorite song of theirs by far.
So good was the night that I actually hit the merchandise table up for 27 bucks worth of misc. goodies.
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At the end of the working week
when drunken worlds meet
Blood spills out on the streets
and bodies are missing for weeks --- Calexico, Crystal Frontier
Getting to the gig a bit late, and so many people being there, the best view we could come up with was half way up near the big tree.
Highlights of were Prison on Route 41, in which I snagged a quick video, and a cover of Always on My Mind. Poo that 'A History of Lovers' was left out of the mix, my favorite song of theirs by far.
So good was the night that I actually hit the merchandise table up for 27 bucks worth of misc. goodies.
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At the end of the working week
when drunken worlds meet
Blood spills out on the streets
and bodies are missing for weeks --- Calexico, Crystal Frontier
Saturday, October 29, 2005
An evening at Graham Central Station with the Doc
Hmm, a big Haloween costume content in a big tin all in wonder bar proved to be an interesting night from a sociological point of vew. Graham's in Pflugerville, a 10 minute drive north claims to have 'something for everyone.' It has a big f*ckoff country bar, a bar where chicks dance on stage like Coyote Ugly, a hip hop bar where people dance in cages, an 80's bar, a karoke bar, and a food court that servers 'stadium food.'
Mike D and I were the doc's wingmen tonight, as he dressed up as "Doctor Love," a nickname I dubbed him, for the five years I've known him, he gives amazing amazing advice. The doc's first patient, Rachelle, even before we venture in the club!
The walk around the 5+ acre establishment revealed the hip hop club. It gives new meaning to bird in a cage, that's for sure. Even though they have the right to, FAT MEN should not dance in these things!
To make a mockery of the girls who find it cool to dance Toxic by Brittany, Mike D climbs in and starts bouncin' to the music, but Mr. Picky never seems to find anyone to dance with, even though he can tear it up. It's always funny to watch Mike D and Jenny dance, as Jenny is about a foot taller than Mike D.
Then it's time for the costume contest, look at all those ghost and goblins out there. Between the 9 foot alien who could dance like a madman, and the 'sheep f*cker, guess who wins.
Time to eat some chili cheese fries, onion rings, and mozz sticks with the doc and mr picky, signifying the night will come to an end soon.
One would think that it's time to go, but doc finds some more patients, so me and Mike D attempt to chase the sandmen away, as the night provides us with an extra hour. Do I have 4 chins in this picture?
Finally someone tell these dorks that they don't have to do the electric slide, I mean damn, line dancing? Not to mention line dancing with a passion.
In case anyone was wondering, our protagonist, doc, printed cards for the occasion, handed some out, so we'll see if he gets some calls. If you can't read the card, it says, curing all you ills, group therapy, looking for new patients and med staff, blah blah ha-ha. Don't let the cheese fool you ladies, because this guy is all heart and substance.
A very pleasant night of cat-in'. Cheesy, very hard to keep a smile, very hard not be be appauled, but nontheless fun.
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Stay tuned for a Calexico / Iron and Wine review, Stubbs, 10 / 30!
Mike D and I were the doc's wingmen tonight, as he dressed up as "Doctor Love," a nickname I dubbed him, for the five years I've known him, he gives amazing amazing advice. The doc's first patient, Rachelle, even before we venture in the club!
The walk around the 5+ acre establishment revealed the hip hop club. It gives new meaning to bird in a cage, that's for sure. Even though they have the right to, FAT MEN should not dance in these things!
To make a mockery of the girls who find it cool to dance Toxic by Brittany, Mike D climbs in and starts bouncin' to the music, but Mr. Picky never seems to find anyone to dance with, even though he can tear it up. It's always funny to watch Mike D and Jenny dance, as Jenny is about a foot taller than Mike D.
Then it's time for the costume contest, look at all those ghost and goblins out there. Between the 9 foot alien who could dance like a madman, and the 'sheep f*cker, guess who wins.
Time to eat some chili cheese fries, onion rings, and mozz sticks with the doc and mr picky, signifying the night will come to an end soon.
One would think that it's time to go, but doc finds some more patients, so me and Mike D attempt to chase the sandmen away, as the night provides us with an extra hour. Do I have 4 chins in this picture?
Finally someone tell these dorks that they don't have to do the electric slide, I mean damn, line dancing? Not to mention line dancing with a passion.
In case anyone was wondering, our protagonist, doc, printed cards for the occasion, handed some out, so we'll see if he gets some calls. If you can't read the card, it says, curing all you ills, group therapy, looking for new patients and med staff, blah blah ha-ha. Don't let the cheese fool you ladies, because this guy is all heart and substance.
A very pleasant night of cat-in'. Cheesy, very hard to keep a smile, very hard not be be appauled, but nontheless fun.
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Stay tuned for a Calexico / Iron and Wine review, Stubbs, 10 / 30!
Friday, October 28, 2005
Haloween Monster Organ Concert
Monster Organ? Yes! --- From Fanefare for the Common Man to Toccata and Fugue in D minor, the thrills came all night long at the University Presbyterian Church in Austin Texas.
Check out the organ, a small one in comparison to Bates Performance on UT Campus, but still massive enough to vibrate the windows with the low notes. As the witch played the tunes, her brew of human eyeballs and toads juice (really dry ice) was bellowing over from her pot.
In attendance were John and Katy. John is a coworker of mine, both are Mensa's (don't go take the IQ test, just awknowledge that some people's conventional intelligence exceedes others). Nontheless, an interesting and entertaining couple. They decided to go as spaghetti (John) and a side salad (Katy).
Amazing petal work by the king, the counts figers electrifiying, and the witch definately put a sinister spell on the attendants. A+ entertainment!
Check out the organ, a small one in comparison to Bates Performance on UT Campus, but still massive enough to vibrate the windows with the low notes. As the witch played the tunes, her brew of human eyeballs and toads juice (really dry ice) was bellowing over from her pot.
In attendance were John and Katy. John is a coworker of mine, both are Mensa's (don't go take the IQ test, just awknowledge that some people's conventional intelligence exceedes others). Nontheless, an interesting and entertaining couple. They decided to go as spaghetti (John) and a side salad (Katy).
Amazing petal work by the king, the counts figers electrifiying, and the witch definately put a sinister spell on the attendants. A+ entertainment!
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Patio Banter
Wow! Gotta love the 14+ hour days, the ones that just leave you fighting for air, wondering who and where you are.
Since moving to a new local, me and Jenny and the revolving crew of people who come by engage in typical patio banter and sing with our god aweful voices. Mike P and Kristen were 'backing vocal' as we sang some depressing Radiohead b-sides for Mike P, some Ben Kweller for Jenny, of of course some old 97's for me!
Check out the witch pumpkin and the demonic eyes on Benny. I think he was howling at the singing, as if to say, who sings that, and let them sing it!
Mike P recorded some soundbytes of our renditions of Lucky by Radiohead and Piazza New York Catcher by Belle and Sebastian.
Of course, his million dollar Treo gadget was malfunctioning so we couldn't get the clips off, but here's a very small 'movie' of --Do your own thing by Ben Kewller, done our way, sounding like shit but fun.
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PS - Stay tuned for a spooky pipe organ concert tomorrow evening, Doc Loves' Adventures for haloween (me being his 'wingman'), and a brilliant Calexico / Iron and Wine Show on Sunday. 000 and don't forget the pumpkin carving of Mr. Yuck next Monday!
Since moving to a new local, me and Jenny and the revolving crew of people who come by engage in typical patio banter and sing with our god aweful voices. Mike P and Kristen were 'backing vocal' as we sang some depressing Radiohead b-sides for Mike P, some Ben Kweller for Jenny, of of course some old 97's for me!
Check out the witch pumpkin and the demonic eyes on Benny. I think he was howling at the singing, as if to say, who sings that, and let them sing it!
Mike P recorded some soundbytes of our renditions of Lucky by Radiohead and Piazza New York Catcher by Belle and Sebastian.
Of course, his million dollar Treo gadget was malfunctioning so we couldn't get the clips off, but here's a very small 'movie' of --Do your own thing by Ben Kewller, done our way, sounding like shit but fun.
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PS - Stay tuned for a spooky pipe organ concert tomorrow evening, Doc Loves' Adventures for haloween (me being his 'wingman'), and a brilliant Calexico / Iron and Wine Show on Sunday. 000 and don't forget the pumpkin carving of Mr. Yuck next Monday!
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
House of Torment -- Austin, Texas
As Haloween approaches, I'm finally able to make a trip to the House of Torment, Austin's scariest haunted house.
You ask where I was? I was behind Nate-Dogg the entire time, because I'm a total Panzy. At one point this clown jumped out from under this table and scared the Bejesus out of me! I hate clowns, they are the creepiest / scariest things EVER!
The crew that went, Dawn and Jessica were the gals, and they did much better than me. It's amazing how scary they can make things, or maybe I'm just that much of a flake. Then there's Kev, who rides the sweetest Harley I've ever seen, and the doc, Mike D, and Bob. Also coming out was Nate Dogg and the Beastmaster.
At least I didn't make the wall of shame at the Torment House, I made it thru.
As the crew goes to Dallas Nightclub, I go home, because I detest the place. I'd rather do some geeking, and listening to the sound of the Irish band JJ72 -- as I settle my brain for a long night's nap.
You ask where I was? I was behind Nate-Dogg the entire time, because I'm a total Panzy. At one point this clown jumped out from under this table and scared the Bejesus out of me! I hate clowns, they are the creepiest / scariest things EVER!
The crew that went, Dawn and Jessica were the gals, and they did much better than me. It's amazing how scary they can make things, or maybe I'm just that much of a flake. Then there's Kev, who rides the sweetest Harley I've ever seen, and the doc, Mike D, and Bob. Also coming out was Nate Dogg and the Beastmaster.
At least I didn't make the wall of shame at the Torment House, I made it thru.
As the crew goes to Dallas Nightclub, I go home, because I detest the place. I'd rather do some geeking, and listening to the sound of the Irish band JJ72 -- as I settle my brain for a long night's nap.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Calendar of Events - Robert Bruns
Mike P is damn good friend who puts a lot of things into perspective for me in a code centric, logical sorta way. As we drive home from dinner at Bob's place tonight, we begin talking about how to embed a .net server control (specifically a Calendar of Events) into the page base of an application. As Mike P enlightens me on the intricacy of the .net framework, I attempt to weave this tech talk into practical wisdom, and blogging comes to mind. It's amazing what can be done with XML and RSS these days.
Blogging can be seen as a very selfish thing to do, a place where people go to hear themselves talk, a place where you can broadcast to the world what the hell you had for dinner this evening for anyone who cares. It's hard to find the perfect perspective based on the diversity of your audience.
Overall its amazing the power of these things, Blogs that is, a versatile utility of pure human word and thought. With the advent of the open era of communication, blogs serve as a binding agent amoung friends. I've finally identified another audience that is perhaps the most important of them all, a future audience. Heaven forbid I ever have bald headed little Roberts, and even more heaven forbid the bald headed Robert's have other bald headed Robert's, I leave a legacy of my life and times to future generations.
Instead of the cheesy joke of the day calendar, they can sort this blog accordingly and go, hmmm what did Gramps do today 70 years ago. And of course hopefully the young lads wouldn't use it for firepower to do or explore 'bad' things until their minds could process. Anyway, just thought it was kinda a neat idea, and that's why I put effort into it.
And yes, just in case you were wondering, I had Carne Guisada for supper tonight.
Blogging can be seen as a very selfish thing to do, a place where people go to hear themselves talk, a place where you can broadcast to the world what the hell you had for dinner this evening for anyone who cares. It's hard to find the perfect perspective based on the diversity of your audience.
Overall its amazing the power of these things, Blogs that is, a versatile utility of pure human word and thought. With the advent of the open era of communication, blogs serve as a binding agent amoung friends. I've finally identified another audience that is perhaps the most important of them all, a future audience. Heaven forbid I ever have bald headed little Roberts, and even more heaven forbid the bald headed Robert's have other bald headed Robert's, I leave a legacy of my life and times to future generations.
Instead of the cheesy joke of the day calendar, they can sort this blog accordingly and go, hmmm what did Gramps do today 70 years ago. And of course hopefully the young lads wouldn't use it for firepower to do or explore 'bad' things until their minds could process. Anyway, just thought it was kinda a neat idea, and that's why I put effort into it.
And yes, just in case you were wondering, I had Carne Guisada for supper tonight.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Manuel's Traveling tonight on a Plane
Lordy Lordy, low and behold what one will find when you clean your cluttered cubicle, a Spain Log from years and years ago. Like a dork I wrote in my 'journal' the entire trip, and plan to put the trip to pictures sooner than later.
One of the many highlights of the trip was Manuelabor and Mike D. hopping on the stage at La Paloma , an amazing ballroom in Barcelona right off Las Ramblas. As I was salivating over an English girl who obviously was on speed, the two hoodlums hopped on stage, and Manuelabor even danced beside the hot chick that was paid to dance under the light, until he was escorted off the stage.
Everytime I see Manuelabor, I sing "Daniel" by Elton John to him and just substitute the word Manuel for Daniel, it makes him feel a bit homophobic, unsettled, and uncomfortable.
I suppose most dudes would grimace if they were sung to by another dude though, but just can't help it, like the song says, Manuel my brotha, and you are my brotha, keep it real my coconut (white on the inside brown on the outside, like Rolando) friend.
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"I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent" -- MSP
One of the many highlights of the trip was Manuelabor and Mike D. hopping on the stage at La Paloma , an amazing ballroom in Barcelona right off Las Ramblas. As I was salivating over an English girl who obviously was on speed, the two hoodlums hopped on stage, and Manuelabor even danced beside the hot chick that was paid to dance under the light, until he was escorted off the stage.
Everytime I see Manuelabor, I sing "Daniel" by Elton John to him and just substitute the word Manuel for Daniel, it makes him feel a bit homophobic, unsettled, and uncomfortable.
I suppose most dudes would grimace if they were sung to by another dude though, but just can't help it, like the song says, Manuel my brotha, and you are my brotha, keep it real my coconut (white on the inside brown on the outside, like Rolando) friend.
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"I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent" -- MSP
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Those Waves Will See You Safely to a Friendly Shore
For the short attention spanned, this was the first weekend with Benny and Jenny. For the first time in about 8 months, I actually went grocery shopping, washed my sheets, and shopped for a few Hugo Boss (got to support the heritage) suits on Ebay for potential upcoming job interviews.
Here's the way I've been living, my living room, an IT sweatshop, Mountain Dew, 7-11 hotdogs, plenty of computers everywhere (we have the Gilligan's Island theme domain for our LAN and WAN), a cold, cluttered environment.
With the roomates, I will be equally geeky, but will lead of life of more normalcy. The new environment is comfortable, warming, and supportive. The clacking of Benny's little feet on my Pergo flooring make me happy, actually having a yard, MUCH cheaper rent payment and half-ing the bills, and a TV are just a few of the benefits. My bathroom is still purple, I definately have to paint that sooner or later, can't have a big meathead like me using a purple bathroom!
TV -- Speaking of TV, I have been catching up! The wonderful invention of HBO on Demand allowed me to watch Dodgeball, I-Robot, Sideways, and a slew of Band of Brothers episodes. Not to mention all the sports this weekend, Astros getting their butt kicked twice, while the Longhorns win again, go UT for the sake of Mike D. Pretty soon I'll be watching The Bachlor, Survivor, and O Boy O boy, I sure can't wait for the next season of American Idol.
Other random notes, I keep up with this dudes blog Krazydad , and he recommend this book called "The Game", a very entertaining read on pickup artists. It looks like The Bible with gold pages, and a nice cover, definately worth a look for a laugh, and definately right on queue on how 'easy' I imagine the average person is to pick up in a bar. Funny story that will lose it's meaning in translation is bringing the ISBN number to the old lady, she leads me into the sex / erotica section, and pulls out a book that looks like the Bible, and just sorta shrugs at me. Pretty embarrasing, it didn't stop there either. Apon arriving at the checkout counter, the dude checking me out says, "If you need to find a girl, you should just move overseas, they are much better over there, and boy can they cook", or something like that. Meanwhile there is a queue forming behind me, and I'm like dammit check me out already, give me a BAG, and have a wonderful day! Next time it's definately going to be an AMAZON.COM purchase.
The long bike ride was cut short today for the reason I was getting clilly! How beautiful to have to say that, I didn't come up sweaty and stinky like Bob, who occassionally goes riding with me.
A very theraputic restful weekend, one I haven't had since, hmmm, a long time. As The Veils wonderful heartfelt tunes are guiding me to bed, I'll leave you my friends, family, and internet community with a few quotations. Come on out to the Austin Music Foundation's last bootcamp of the year tomorrow, and impress your friends on how much you know about music.
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The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it." Francis Scott Fitzgerald
"Next to the striking of fire and the discovery of the wheel, the greatest triumph of what we call civilization was the domestication of the human male." Max Lerner
Here's the way I've been living, my living room, an IT sweatshop, Mountain Dew, 7-11 hotdogs, plenty of computers everywhere (we have the Gilligan's Island theme domain for our LAN and WAN), a cold, cluttered environment.
With the roomates, I will be equally geeky, but will lead of life of more normalcy. The new environment is comfortable, warming, and supportive. The clacking of Benny's little feet on my Pergo flooring make me happy, actually having a yard, MUCH cheaper rent payment and half-ing the bills, and a TV are just a few of the benefits. My bathroom is still purple, I definately have to paint that sooner or later, can't have a big meathead like me using a purple bathroom!
TV -- Speaking of TV, I have been catching up! The wonderful invention of HBO on Demand allowed me to watch Dodgeball, I-Robot, Sideways, and a slew of Band of Brothers episodes. Not to mention all the sports this weekend, Astros getting their butt kicked twice, while the Longhorns win again, go UT for the sake of Mike D. Pretty soon I'll be watching The Bachlor, Survivor, and O Boy O boy, I sure can't wait for the next season of American Idol.
Other random notes, I keep up with this dudes blog Krazydad , and he recommend this book called "The Game", a very entertaining read on pickup artists. It looks like The Bible with gold pages, and a nice cover, definately worth a look for a laugh, and definately right on queue on how 'easy' I imagine the average person is to pick up in a bar. Funny story that will lose it's meaning in translation is bringing the ISBN number to the old lady, she leads me into the sex / erotica section, and pulls out a book that looks like the Bible, and just sorta shrugs at me. Pretty embarrasing, it didn't stop there either. Apon arriving at the checkout counter, the dude checking me out says, "If you need to find a girl, you should just move overseas, they are much better over there, and boy can they cook", or something like that. Meanwhile there is a queue forming behind me, and I'm like dammit check me out already, give me a BAG, and have a wonderful day! Next time it's definately going to be an AMAZON.COM purchase.
The long bike ride was cut short today for the reason I was getting clilly! How beautiful to have to say that, I didn't come up sweaty and stinky like Bob, who occassionally goes riding with me.
A very theraputic restful weekend, one I haven't had since, hmmm, a long time. As The Veils wonderful heartfelt tunes are guiding me to bed, I'll leave you my friends, family, and internet community with a few quotations. Come on out to the Austin Music Foundation's last bootcamp of the year tomorrow, and impress your friends on how much you know about music.
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The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it." Francis Scott Fitzgerald
"Next to the striking of fire and the discovery of the wheel, the greatest triumph of what we call civilization was the domestication of the human male." Max Lerner
Friday, October 21, 2005
Trophy Club -- JTO -- KGB - Stella Artois
Always my FAVORITE place to go in Austin, ha! Tonight Ashley, Jenny, Mike D. and I decided to brave it. Celebrating my friend Brittani's birthday, and get this, she has a boyfriend named Justin! YIPPIE, funny stuff
The bands were good, had a few wife beaters (Stella Artois), and decided to hit the road. Here's a cool shot of Jenny at the table with some brews lined up.
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Trophy's -- If you've never been to a true blue, down-to-earth, good ol' boy honky-tonk, this would be the place to start.
The bands were good, had a few wife beaters (Stella Artois), and decided to hit the road. Here's a cool shot of Jenny at the table with some brews lined up.
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Trophy's -- If you've never been to a true blue, down-to-earth, good ol' boy honky-tonk, this would be the place to start.
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