Don't rock that boat unless you like that feeling

So Senator Herb Kohl pulled the Bucks off the table for the time being. Seems he has had a change of heart and decided that Mr. Jordan and his co-horts would be better served looking elsewhere for their NBA investment. Herb made a gracious, yet political move. If he sells the team to the man, and the man decides that tiny-ass profit margins mean move the hell out, Kohl would be seen as the man who let basketball go. Should he run for re-election, the votes just won't be there. If your mom threw away your favorite toy when you where eight years old, I bet you wouldn't vote for her for mother of the year two day later. That's sort of what happened here...I think. Now with a new GM and an apparent change in philosophy during a change in philosophy (a fake left, go straight move, if you will), the Bucks will stay in Milwaukee. The price of that is NBA mediocrity, but I wouldn't mind that. Milwaukee needs to have two professional sports teams regardless of how bad they will be.

Double pay day today. I can fiscally close the landlord chapter and pay my rent. However today we learned that there is some free help around the office and he is going to assist in a few projects until August. August is post-merger. A convenient cut of the payroll could be afoot, but I won't worry. I'm fully prepared to land on my feet. Until then, business as usual unless told otherwise.

I haven't worked a new sound in almost 4 months. I am rusty as shit. Time to get back into what relaxes my mind.

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The Water is Hot Hot Hot

Hooray, the six day absence of hot water to this humble tower concluded. Let's recap the last six days. It was hot for three of them. I could have used hot water on Friday. I went home for the rest of the weekend. Anyway, I get back to town and on my way to the elevator, I see a memo that explains the situation. It seems that the gas company didn't get their bills because the building and a bank were transferring fiduciary responsibilities...so they cut the gas. The bank and building realized this, paid the mess, fought with the gas company (because the gas company said no hook-up 'till July 6), and gave us heat. It didn't really matter to me...but I bet the yuppies and little dogs below me were pissed. Someone wrote "Buillshit" on one of the memos....ha!

I cut the lawn today. Good times. Nothing beats sitting out in the sun on the lazy man's mower cutting a strange polygon over and over again. This time around I played limbo with the trees and got to meet the pine needles up close. There were a few more beehives than I remember, and those anthills weren't there before. It was like a ride at Disney world...but not really.

Have you ever gone to a lecture, sales pitch, seminar, or a presentation where the speaker addressed the crowd with that Pageant style. You know, the kind where they'd pause to give big wide smiles, used elaborate hand gestures, and kept their head tilted in such a way that if a picture was shot at any time...that person would never take a bad pose? It wasn't to the point where the speech made you feel like you were in kindergarten, though....that was pretty nice. Happy Baptism, Ruby!!

Three day week awaits...but my calves still smart fierce.

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No Title Necessary



Enjoy your weekend.

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Home hath no hot water



I've taken a total of four cold showers this week. I figure, hey...since there are 16 floors of yuppies and little dogs below my apartment, someone would raise a stink. Since its been really freakin' hot this week, I don't really mind the inconvience. Apparently, someone wasn't pleased and scratched "The Building is in Bankruptcy" onto the elevator wall. Hmmmm....sounds interesting. Well, I saw the sign in the elevator....and I guess the masses have spoken. Considering the neighborhood and type of clientele they're trying to attract into these condos, you wonder how close to accurate the bankruptcy statement actually is.

Jordan may buy the bucks and today is the draft. I saw a blip on ESPN.com that Jordan was going to make the pick before actually purchasing the team. If thats the case and the deal falls through....ooops. Consider this upcoming season a lame duck season either way. New owner = new managament philosophy = new team philosophy = new general manager = new general manager's blueprint = new coach = new coach's motivation style = new roster = a minimum of 4 seasons. Enjoy the return of the early '90's.

New, new haircut. The ladies down the street gave me another haircut and they trimmed and shaped my chinafro. Awesome.

I'm typing into a brand new lookin' window. This will take a while to get used to. Its like getting a new video game...

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The Night of the Long ball



Baseball game: One of the few times I get to see my brewers live in person these days. Well, here's a quick recap. Starting pitcher was chased out of the game in the first inning. There was a power outtage right at the pitching change. The yuppies behind us went to the bar to watch the rest of the game (we're still in the 1st inning, mind you). The brewers stranded runners all night and got picked off. Sammy hit a homer across the street. Annoying girls moved in behind us and I heard the words "he" and "money" in the same sentence a few too many times. Then the Cubs hit back to back to back homers. Yes...just read the scoreboard. Its another day at the office for the brewers.

Just ice day today. No run. I wanted to run, but felt better served not running. I'll give it another shot tomorrow.

It got really freakin' hot today, and the hot water to my bathroom is non extistent. This may work out. Number of cold showers taken today = 2. I'm still sweating in my apt. Time for the comfort of my a/c slatered bedroom.

Nick found his car on Fullerton. Either he blacked out and moved the car, someone played a trick on him, or it was towed/moved. I think it was the latter of the three. Congratulation Nick! You can drive around chicago all over again.

Hump Day may or may not be as hot. Non 9-5'ers...enjoy the damn heat!

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Thank god for eye candy....

I wasn't feelin' up to snuff today. The Girl was just in town and had been subject to a bit of a stomach virus/flu/sickness. She seems to be fine now, but I am on the other end. Her symptoms included nausea, loss of appetite (not gain, mind you), digestive anomalies etc....well, today I have felt those things. Loss of appetite...meals that just sit in the stomach and talk to me...obnoxious gas...on top of that, I was puke-burping all afternoon. So as not to make the day worse, the bus ride home was not air conditioned and it was packed with riders. Fortunately it was an airconditioned ready bus and the windows were screwed shut. Note the sarcasm. I got by reading my book and what not, but what kept me from feeling really ill were the pieces of blonde, brunette and red eye candy strutin' on the sidewalks. Godspeed you, ladies...for my ogles kept my mind off of more vomitous matters.

New DVD's arrived in the mail today. I succumbed to the ads and joined Columbia House's DVD club. I did the math and the whole stinking deal comes out to $10.87 a DVD. I know that most of the selections are from the big production companies...but it will be a good way to get the favorites. I said I'd keep my collection limited to comedies and mind blowers...read: no blockbusters...and I intend to stick with that.

Time to get back on the horse. I went for a run this morning. It was the first since last Tuesday. I was hoping that the rest would have strengthened my lower calves...most painful being the right soleus. Well, it hurt from step one, so I decided to run until it became to the point where I felt like I would crumple to the ground if I stepped wrong...that took all but three/forth's of a mile. I guess I'll have to work this pain out...if it doesn't go away, I'll consult a physical therapist...but at that point...is it worth the $75 marathon fee? We shall see what the addition of ice treatment will do.

The Girl said she woke up all mad one morning because she had dreamt that I had posted hurtful statements on here....then she realized that she was dreaming. I assured her that I would never do such a thing. Private matters will remain private and her anonymity will be preserved.

Confidential to readers: she smells....nice.

Nick's car was stolen this weekend from his lincoln park neighborhood. Its a decent car and the bandits made out with a kick ass stereo car system and two sets of golf clubs. Luckily there wasn't much more than that. A pal of mine had his car stolen in Madison a few years back. He was visiting from Minnesota, so that was kind of a pain. However, the cops recovered his car and it had more gas in it. I don't think Nick will be as lucky. As he said:

Get this. My car got stolen over the weekend. No joke. I've been on the
horn with insurance, cops, etc.

It's gone.

Put that in your blog. I live in a nice neighborhood, on a quiet
street. They stole a 1993 camry with 105000 miles.
(and a great stereo, which I'm sure they're enjoying).

Well, Nick, its on the blog. Hopefully those pricks who took your car are one of the eight weekly viewers of this blog. Otherwise, you're on your own.

Tomorrow is a new day...don't puke.

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Nothing to do....

A sunday with nothing to do. Every weekend for basically the past six months, I've had things to do, places to be, people to see...nothing but action. I'm still resting my calves so a run is out of the question. The lakeshore path is too crowded by now for me and my renegade bike style. Perhaps a long walk is in order. Then again, I should just do nothing and make the Summer Solstice as long as possible. But when you're working all day every day, it doesn't really matter, eh?

The Girl and I walked by a jungle gym in the neighborhood and I took a stroll though. I remember being a kid and the jungle gym was easy to get around. Sure, we're a lot bigger now than we were then...but why did crossing the bars hurt my shoulders so damn much? I'm definitely getting old...

I had some cheezy pizza for dinner friday night. The Bradleys made some cheezy lasagne for dinner last night. My sinuses are packed with cheese...and it doesn't feel the best.

Other lessons of the weekend:
- The Sox/Cubs series is exciting, but when you don't care too much about either team...it doesn't seem to be much of a hoot.
- Crossword Puzzles always seem easier after work or on the bus.
- The Old Girl is doing well, but really needs to start thinking for herself and do things on her terms.
- With the possible purchase of the Bucks by Michael Jordan...this could be a lame duck season. Damn!

Lets hold off using the air conditioner as long as we can, shall we?

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Friday Funk Day

So much for stringing together a weeks's worth of post's together. Oh well. So wednesday night featured going to new Comiskey Park aka US Cellular Field. It was raining that day, but it stopped by game time. Joel decided that it was raining too hard for him, so he dropped out of the plans. Yeah, the guy who came up with the idea in the first place gave the plans up. Anyway, the park wasn't as bad as everyone said it was...and the neighborhood wasn't as scary as advertised. My co-worker advised that I 'bring my gun" when I went to the park, and while I didn't have my gun, I brought a whole bag of 'I don't give a fuck." It wasn't "scary" and the park was quite nice to watch baseball. There's a lot of room to watch and no seats are obstructed. I'm not sure why it's got the bum rap.

Single species of fish has new friends. They're the schooling type, so everyone seems happier. If a single specie is alone in a tank, it becomes more aggressive and may attack others. Its like when a kid is taken out of the 'hood and put in a suburban school setting. They're personality will be more aggressive because they don't have anyone to relate to...now with the crew, the Silvah Tip Tetra's can swim in peace.

My mother has been guilting me more and more frequently to come home and spend time with her every single free weekend minute I have when nothing is planned. The psychologist in me says this: now that the other boys are married (and two have kids), she has no one left to mother...and now that I'm the last one unmarried, she's starting to feel completely replaced (and/or has yet to get over the whole empty nest thing). She shouldn't feel replaced by the daughter-in-laws, but I think she does. Anway, she suddenly feels the need to "hang out with me" every free minute I have. Hanging out = driving her around, cutting the lawn, pulling weeds, most importantly: just be around the house, etc. I've got my own shit going on, but my arguments fall on deaf ears and guilty returns...and that's what makes it tough. I've been out of the house for six years...it seems that my parents are the last ones to realize and/or accept that...and they're not even close.

End Venting Rant Here.

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Shuttin' it down

After almost three days full rest, I still have that feeling when I run. You know, the feeling that makes it appear as if you were backing into a barbed wire set six inches from the ground. Yeah, so getting up at 6:00 with plans to run 3 miles changed get up at 6:00 with plans to jog a mile and walk back very, very slowly. I'll give it another shot tomorrow, but if I feel the same pain, I'm shuttin' it down 'till saturday.

The Girl is coming to town tomorrow. A Sox/Sox game is in the plans. I like baseball. I like girls who like baseball. The Girl more or less enjoys watching the game live at a stadium...and that's good enough for me.

Jay needs help with digital photography and computers. I have him my old camera so he can saturate the market with more pictures. For being a pretty smart guy, he's not exactly computer savvy. I'm happy to help. It reminds me of my library days...but this time, I have to all the tutoring over the phone...and I don't get to spend all day ogling college co-ed's.

The cold is still around...but I ponder a template redesign.

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That Cold can eat my...uh...

Friday featured a sore throat. You know...that feeling where you can tell you're developing a sore throat but its not quite full blown. A most annoying feeling. Well, the sore throat went away, but that means only one thing...the cough/stuffy head portion begins. It wasn't that bad today, but tonight it has become worse and worse. Rest and relaxation will take care of this. Hopefully it will be all but gone tomorrow morning as I begin week two of the marathon training.

It still feels like someone took a hammer to my lower calves...but it isn't as bad. It feels more like someone kicked me in the back of the leg. Yeah, it doesn't sound pleasant, but its better than it was yesterday. Luckily, I get to repeat the whole damn process all over again.

Today's lunch featured: a salad, two italian sausages, spaghetti, garlic bread, and a large soda...all for 6 bucks. It tasted okay for a while, then it started to talk to me when I got back to work. It said: "don't ever order me again, sucka"

I spent my idle time finishing up the Mixerman documentary. This professional sound engineer has documented this story about this band that supposed to make it big. He refers to them as bitchslap. They've been a very disfunctional band throughout the whole process. In his 8 weeks of recording...a) the drummer broke his wrist, b) the band went on a cruise to work out their issues, c) the producer, mixer and assistant re-recorded almost every track while the band was out of the studio, d) the bass player went nuts and stole a limo and took it to seattle...and other crazy crazy shit. Its a good read if you have nothing to do and would like to learn a bit about how a record is made.

The longest day of the summer is coming up soon....get ready. Perhaps iced cream will take care of this cold....

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...and that's how the trip back ends?

Got off the train, saw a guy I knew in high school. I didn't care to stop to exchange pleasantries...I mean the guy got into some sketchy shit in college and it got as far as kidnapping (that's a huge hint to those in the know)...anyway, sped walked to the bus stop, sore, sore calves and all. Then after getting on the bus, I took a few steps towards the back when I noticed something: the bus smelled like piss. More specifically, the woman sitting by herself smelled like piss...other people noticed and they were visibly annoyed...Everyone whom got off the bus would do this: step down, look around, take a deep breath of fresh city air. Wow.

I bought a Metallica t-shirt at Kohl's yesterday. It was the 'metal up your ass' shirt, except without the 'metal up your ass' part. I remember kids getting in trouble wearing that shirt in school...I don't know why they changed it, but having a ride the lightning t-shirt for marathon training would kick serious ass.

While walking back to the cash register at Kohl’s, I passed by a father and daughter. He requested that his daughter not look at the lingerie while they walked by. This is the second time in the last six months I have witnessed that..and no, its not that I walk by the lingerie section all the time...its just that on the rare and necessary occasion that I walk by...someone makes that request...strange.

Lessons of the weekend:
- Don't pocket-dial someone for 3 minutes and 54 seconds.
- I paid for 4 sheets and took home 4, but printed 5...there may or may not be a picture of my family floating around Target.
- Even if all three babies are asleep when they actually receive the sacrament of baptism...it still counts.
- It's not fun to run 4+ miles when it feels like someone took a hammer to the back of your leg, just below the calves.
- 446 on MTV = blows the mind.
- Where the hell did my Van's hoodie go?

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I watched the damn clock today

Things I did while passing the dutyless day:
- WWB
- Brewers Recap
- This so-called anti-American news source
- National Sports
- E-mail
- Hatester
- The Guardian
- Fantasy Sports
- Crossword puzzles

....well, you get the picture. Sometimes I love my job.

A local record store is closing down, so I picked up a few new CD's...New Less Than Jake CD was one of them. I'm giving it its first lesson right now. Total mall-punk. Long gone are the ska-core days of Pezcore. I fondly remember seeing that band open up for Guttermouth in the small Rave bar back in early '97. Right now, all I can say is that the lyrics haven't changed. The drummer/lyricist still doesn't know who he is, where he's going, or what is going to happen...that's something I could count on. Since we're in the Post-Ska era...I won't compare the CD to earlier ones (up to Hello Rockview)...but right now, I think Borders and Boundaries is better.

This morning's 6:30 AM run was tough. It was the slowest and weakest of the week so far. My lower calves smart and I was sickened by my pace. Ever been kicked from behind in the lower calf? That's what it felt like when I ran. Eventually the pain will go away and I should be learning how to run with pain, so it was all gravy. I neglected to set my alarm, but The Girl gave me a 6 AM wake-up call. She's a peach!

My piece of shit MP3 player crashed...luckily I could download the 'fireware'. Hopefully it won't crash as much with the 'updated software.' I'd sure hate to have to resort to buying more CD's if this doesn't work.

3 More lil' fry surfaced in the tank...there's a chance I could get one to survive to adulthood. A winner is me! -

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Two in a row? Hell no!

Casey said he reads this everyday, so this post is basically for him.

I set my alarm for 5:40 this morning to get up for another run. That definitely was not going to happen. I was worn out from yesterday's entirety. The spirit was willing, but the flesh told me to fuck off and go back to sleep. I think consecutive morning runs aren't going to happen anytime soon. I typically rise from bed at 7:40. I'm supposed to be at work between 8:00 and 8:30, but they don't trip about it so long as I'm getting my work done. So far so good. Anyway, getting up at 6 is way early.

I signed up for the Chicago Marathon. What the hell am I thinking? Well, aside from the fact that its a personal challenge (and my forever limiting mother suggested I to an arts walk instead), I figure I can at least do it. You see, back in '96 I had decided that my asshole of a volleyball coach didn't need me around for my senior year, so Casey convinced me to run cross country. I showed up for team workouts during the summer and it was all good until I stepped in a hole. That basically created pain in my foot and it took me out of the team. The only thing I took from that experience is that I should have stuck with volleyball and I should have asked the long legged, strawberry blonde Sheila W. to homecoming, but I digress....anyway, I left the sport and felt like I needed to pay it back and prove to myself that I can actually run. I have orthotics now, and that takes the pain away...now, what better way is there to accomplish that than to train for and run a marathon?

Casey once told me that U-locks on bikes were pointless and that I should use a cable lock instead. He obviously didn't think that people carried around padlock cutters...bike number 1 was stolen...but I still have bike number 2...I have the U-lock to thank for that.

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That Fish wasn't there before

I was staring at my territorial algae eater chasing after the ladies. I'm not sure why the hell he does that, buts its only during feeding time. I mean, its strange..the thing doesn't even bother them Catfish. They must have signed an accord where the bottom feeders decided that while they are enemies, they will unite on the basis of a common enemy against those crazy top feeding livebearers...but I digress...anyway, a new fish appeared out of the plants with them big eyes and curious nature. I guess one of the ladies unloaded her young more than a week ago...and I guess most of that load found a home in the power filter...so the fittest one survived...good for it. I'll make sure to protect it, and future members of Ed's Tank, against technology and its cannibal co-habitants. Er...I mean, I'll make sure natural selection happens as far away from the power filter as possible.

So there's new life in my tank, which means it will be round number 14 or so in my bout against nature to sustain a fish from birth to adulthood. I've failed every time so far...this time will definitely be different...maybe.

I ran 3 miles today. Ran at a faster pace than I had clocked for myself. Ran at six in the fuckin' morning...you must think me to be crazy.

This marks the first day of the next 18 weeks of my adventure...stay tuned.

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Some People Don't Know How to Line Up

On the bus this morning we happened upon a stop where quite a few people were wating to get on the bus. Some middle-aged woman wearing a fishbone t-shirt just walked right up to the door, skipping about 15 people patiently waiting to get on the bus. Since there aren't any rules about this, common courtesy usually governs when they get on the bus...some people are above that, I guess...

I walked all over the grocery store tonight looking for granola bars. They weren't in the cereal aisle or the snack aisle...I didn't deem this quest worthy of asking the nearest employee where they were...but damn, I think not being able to find stuff is a result of me making up aisle locations for customers when I worked at Pick 'n Save back in '95. Its karma....oh yeah, granola bars are in the bread aisle.

This was a very, very bland post...savor the lack of zest...it won't happen too often. Tomorrow, I begin training for some sort of city marathon.

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The day I've gotten 3 hours of sleep since midnight and just lost my original post because my brain has stopped

All that work for the best post ever thrown away. Shall I re-type what I remember word for word? Nah, I'll smooth over the basics and maybe salvage this amazing scene.



I got reacquainted with this game last night. I used to play it quite a bit when I was kid. I don't remember this game being so frustrating at times before. Then again, I probably didn't play the correct way. Although the game had that modern style look and 3D graphics on the box, I will always remember the 1970's style fonts and colors from that era...is the Homezone a badge, or a star of David?



Well, life didn't hand me a '4' for this post...but that's not bad. I'd rather take the '2'. I wouldn't take the Sorry card becase I ain't like that...but life can hand me a '11' any day.

Have you ever sat at church with a sibling or friend? Yeah, you have? Well, has that person ever pointed out something hilarious that you would have otherwise not noticed? Ever sit at church with that "oh shit, I have to restrain myself as much as possible" laugh? Well, it has happened to me. I was with two of my brothers and their former college roomate when my brother said that the priest constantly sings a few tones flat and it sounds awful. Well, the same priest happen to say mass that day, and lets just say...a row of people were shaking. Today, I complained about the organ player's lack of skills when The Girl told me to "focus on the blinking pattern of the Priest when he sings." I took one look up and just about lost it. Happy Baptism Emma!

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The Night the Cops Dressed as strippers showed up

I was a party last night and after a few friendly neighborly complaints, the Wicker Park night beat was dispatched to the party. Aside from the swearing and rough attitude. They were very attractive cops. Most of them were in their early 20's, cute, and looked good in uniform. A buddy actually remarked that they could be strippers...but since strippers never disperse parties, I'm pretty sure they were cops.

The party also featured me being asked if I was with the cops when I showed up. I guess you could gather that just by looking at me, I'm a cop...but it was party where everybody seemed image conscious about their indie hipster facade. I apparently look like a person of authority when clad in fat pants and corduroy jacket.

Remember when I said Thursday and Wednesday were the boringest days of my life? Friday was just like that, except I was present for only 5 hours.

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The Boring-est days of my life

In the summer of 2000, I worked at the library. For the most part, my days were like this: wake up, shake off hangover, put on a shirt, bike to the library, surf the internet for seven hours, go home, golf, go to a bar. During those seven hours of surfing the internet I would occassionally be pressed to some work. Work during that summer involved helping computer users figure out why their files were corrupt, how to force a program to close, or checking out the occassional library item. I would be pressed to do something like that an average of 5 times a day. Being the slacker that I am, it was the best job I will ever have.

Somehow, the past two days mirrored that of the summer of 2000. Replace shaking off a hangover and the bike ride to the library, with hitting the snooze button 5 times and a 40 minute bus ride. Other than that, these days were no different. However, this time around, I won't dare play online bingo or tool around in those wastes of time also known as chat rooms. I'm not complaining...but I sure do get bored a lot quicker these days.

The new entertainment center may merit a furniture reconfiguration. That may or may not be in the cards. Any suggestions?

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Ways to waste time

Friendster - also known as hatester. It takes the whole 6 degrees of seperation concept and plays it over the internet...and you wonder how much more of an internet nerd I can become, 'eh? This occupied most of my idle time today...I think I did some work today as well.

My knee hurts for no apparent reason. I'm not sure what the deal was because I do not recall ever tweaking it. Every so often, I get a throbbing pain. In deciding whether to 'run it out' or just rest it, I choose the latter. Rest can never hurt...especially when a knee is involved.

Some guy in his Chevy Astro-minivan (or something of similar boxy shape) tried to head south on the street behind my building. That's not a big problem, but the street is a one-way street going north. After a few concerned pedestrians let the guy know he was going the wrong way, he pulled into a driveway and got ready to back out. I crossed the street and was all ready to place my almost broke bus card in the reader when I heard a loud scraping sound. It turned out that the same guy who was driving the van the wrong way down the street also scraped the bus. It wasn't a full on collision because almost nobody noticed. Amid the confusion, I got on another bus for free under the guise that I already paid at the decommissioned bus. A winner was me...a winner wasn't that guy.

Block your pop-up's. Its a program that blocks pop-up's from showing up unless you press ctrl or shift. It actually works. I went to a bunch of a porn sites with a lot of annoying pop-ups to test it...and yes, it works.

When the hell is summer going to get here?

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5 hours in a car, one tank of gas

The FCC changed the rules today and now big companies can own as many radio, TV and print outlets as it may choose. They have created a more free market system, but in this case, when the winners win, the consumers will lose. Most American's stare at the TV for their news...since TV news can now be controlled by fewer people, they will learn less about what is actually out there. Tip some of that drink to the ground...for America will get dumber in the next 10 years.

I visited The Girl's folks this weekend and met the extended family. It was nice to meet a happy bunch during a depressing wedding. I have never seen the bride so angry looking but sad before, during and after the wedding. I've also never seen the groom light up a cigarette and crack open a beer right away. I've also never seen a husband and wife argue mere minutes after the ceremony. I'm not sure why they got married. If it was for the best interests of their 3 year old child, they're sorely mistaken. Oh well, The Girl wasn't close to that branch of the family anyway...but still...it makes ya wonder.

I've discovered the trick to maximize Gas Milage. Balance your tires, and maintain the same speed whever possible. One tends to waste more gas speeding up into traffic and slowing down...maintain a steady flow, and your gas needle will travel ever so slower. Also, a jumbo butterburger from Culvers will speed up the trip. Those damn things are so easy to eat. Considering their size, I'm not sure why I can inhale those.

Observe a moment of silence for the passing of one of my new fish. She'll be missed. However, two out of her three female companions appear to be pregnant. Dare I let the fry be born naturally an into the open aquarium, or dare I isolate the poor mother into a plastic box and let her bore the young into a smaller box? I vote for the former, for its no fun to confine a pregnant one to a small closet. If nothing survives, I'll isolate the next round.

6:20 a.m. trains to work leave me extremely tired. I cannot wait to spend the rest of the night pinned to the couch.

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