Thursday, August 26, 2004
What's better than a $3.00 Miller Lite? A $3.00 Miller Lite and a free outdoor screening of "The Big Lebowski"! San Jose is attempting to revitalize their anemic downtown scene with outdoor cinema, and this is one sure way of getting my ass down there.
Highlights include several robe-wearing individuals, a couple of dead ringers for
Walter Sobchak, Jeffy (my old roommate, not Lebowski) showing up about an hour into the movie with a round of Miller Lights, and derels packed in every crevice around San Pedro St. to catch of glimpse of the "dude". Each trip back to the beer, er refreshment stand required increasing ninja-like grace, speed and movement as to not step on/kick over/knee people and their beverages.
I snapped some pics of my favorite parts during the movie but I could tell it was bothering the people in front of me. All I have to say is "life does not stop and start at your convenience, you miserable piece of shiiit."
Highlights include several robe-wearing individuals, a couple of dead ringers for
Walter Sobchak, Jeffy (my old roommate, not Lebowski) showing up about an hour into the movie with a round of Miller Lights, and derels packed in every crevice around San Pedro St. to catch of glimpse of the "dude". Each trip back to the beer, er refreshment stand required increasing ninja-like grace, speed and movement as to not step on/kick over/knee people and their beverages.
I snapped some pics of my favorite parts during the movie but I could tell it was bothering the people in front of me. All I have to say is "life does not stop and start at your convenience, you miserable piece of shiiit."
Friday, August 20, 2004
I don't know what it is about Fridays, but I have a hangover even when I don't go out and drink Thursday night. I think it's my body bracing itself for the onslaught it has experienced so many times previous, and it's having trouble letting go.
Don't even get me started on Saturdays when I stayed in the night before. It takes me half the day to snap out of it.
Frank Sinatra said, "I feel sorry for people that don't drink. When they get up in the morning, that's as good as they're gonna feel all day."
I must be the man because I didn't even drink and still can adhere to 'ol Blue Eyes philosophy.
Don't even get me started on Saturdays when I stayed in the night before. It takes me half the day to snap out of it.
Frank Sinatra said, "I feel sorry for people that don't drink. When they get up in the morning, that's as good as they're gonna feel all day."
I must be the man because I didn't even drink and still can adhere to 'ol Blue Eyes philosophy.
Monday, August 16, 2004
I will bet any one of you $10.00 that Nicky Hilton will be divorced or separated within 10 months.* They have to last beyond June 16th, 2005 for you to collect on this bet.
*I am only able to bet one person.
*I am only able to bet one person.
Friday, August 13, 2004
Things I don't like...
Coworkers going around the office trying to sell candy for their kids' sports or other assorted fundraisers. Worse is when it's the Director, lugging their little scamps cube to cube, making each employee (who are at least two levels below her) feel the impending sense of doom, that they too, will be coerced into buying a $12.00 box of chocolates they don't want.
So that damn kid in 3rd grade who sold $400.00 worth of candy had shake down artists for parents. Don't feel bad because you only sold $13.00 worth, at least you had integrity.
Coworkers going around the office trying to sell candy for their kids' sports or other assorted fundraisers. Worse is when it's the Director, lugging their little scamps cube to cube, making each employee (who are at least two levels below her) feel the impending sense of doom, that they too, will be coerced into buying a $12.00 box of chocolates they don't want.
So that damn kid in 3rd grade who sold $400.00 worth of candy had shake down artists for parents. Don't feel bad because you only sold $13.00 worth, at least you had integrity.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Whew. What a night at La Fondue. It didn't end with being dropped off at home in a state of Red Wine bliss. Anticipating a mild red wine headache the next morn, I pop a couple of my wife's Excedrin at 11:00 pm. What I DIDN'T know was taking regular Excedrin is like drinking 9 cups of coffee (read the label dumbass!).
It's all jammed up with Caffeine!
Now I had to counteract the Excedrin with an emergency run to Safeway for some Tylenol PM. I pretty much lost my mind at this point. I pop some Tylenol PM, get home, and put "Strange Brew" in the 'ol VHS machine. I'm sleepy by the time Bob, or is it Doug McKenzie (?), sneezes the bullets out his nose in the courtroom.
Fuckin' hilarious!
This reminds me of something that happened to a former friend of mine. Let's call him DB.
DB and his girlfriend at the time are snorting a bunch a coke with this derelict named Jamie. Now Jamie is one of those Mad Scientist derels that makes nitro-glycerin in a test tube, only to have it shatter and shoot a shard of glass into his jugular vein and live. Anyway, DB is so wired from the c'zoke that Jamie gave him some downers so he can chill the fuck out. DB passes out, and when he wakes up his girl is in bed with Jamie.
Well, when I woke up this morning, my girl was next to me, and I've still got another 45 minutes of Strange Brew left!
It's all jammed up with Caffeine!
Now I had to counteract the Excedrin with an emergency run to Safeway for some Tylenol PM. I pretty much lost my mind at this point. I pop some Tylenol PM, get home, and put "Strange Brew" in the 'ol VHS machine. I'm sleepy by the time Bob, or is it Doug McKenzie (?), sneezes the bullets out his nose in the courtroom.
Fuckin' hilarious!
This reminds me of something that happened to a former friend of mine. Let's call him DB.
DB and his girlfriend at the time are snorting a bunch a coke with this derelict named Jamie. Now Jamie is one of those Mad Scientist derels that makes nitro-glycerin in a test tube, only to have it shatter and shoot a shard of glass into his jugular vein and live. Anyway, DB is so wired from the c'zoke that Jamie gave him some downers so he can chill the fuck out. DB passes out, and when he wakes up his girl is in bed with Jamie.
Well, when I woke up this morning, my girl was next to me, and I've still got another 45 minutes of Strange Brew left!
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Holly's post got me riled about Jiffy Pop. Last time I busted out the
Jiffy Pop was a couple years ago on a date. You know the kind where you're
too cheap, or in my case unemployed to take them out so you make them dinner.
"Hey, yeah, just bring some wine (and save me $40.00!)."
It popped up perfectly, but nonetheless couldn't prevent the date from being lame.
Holly, I'm riled up again for the JP!!
Jiffy Pop was a couple years ago on a date. You know the kind where you're
too cheap, or in my case unemployed to take them out so you make them dinner.
"Hey, yeah, just bring some wine (and save me $40.00!)."
It popped up perfectly, but nonetheless couldn't prevent the date from being lame.
Holly, I'm riled up again for the JP!!
