Where for art though MEAT?

Sweet bajesus I am exhausted, on day 11 of a 12 day work festival. I don’t know why but for some reason the last few nights I have been unable to sleep. It’s like my spidey sense is tingling all night long. I seem to be in a constant state of semi-alertness as though Doc Oc is going to slam through my wall like the kool-aid man at any moment. Because of this I am insanely looking forward to Saturday when I get to wake up when I wake up and not to the sound of my alarm (assuming these rat bastids don’t give me mandatory).

Mike and I nerded it up something fierce yesterday, him more so then I (damn your internet technology sir!) and spent the whole day looking at Dawn of War crap online. I then was unable to fight off the urge to play some delicious Dawn last night. It was very satisfying; I found a new love for the Imperial Guard. After my delicious Dawn I watched the Cavs/76ers game. The Cavs still don’t look ‘great’ to me, I know they are putting a hurting on everyone, but they still don’t look awesome. Mo and LeBron are pretty insanely glorious, but NO ONE else impresses me. In the end I sort of wish I didn’t watch the game, because Elton Brand ended up looking like a post op Chris Webber which made me totally sad. Hopefully he can get his act together because the rest of the 76ers looked pretty decent out there. I also don’t get the Bobcats/Suns trade…. It doesn’t seem to help out either team very much, seemed a lot like treading water, I hope it works out for the Suns because I luv luv luv Steve-O Nash and Amare.

On the home front the Bob Empire recently had to give up ground against its mortal enemy the Jyesika commune. On the meat enriched planes of Moocowtasia the ravenous hordes of Bobians were driven back to the tasteless wastes of Vegiland. I tried to enact a total war strategy and burn all that was left behind, but unfortunately I can still remember the good times Meat and I once shared. The sweet sound of a kielbasa singing my belly to sleep, the nurturing hands of pork roast soothing my worries, the soft pillowy delight of steak, and the joy bringing embrace of my best friend Jerky. I’m sure my warriors will still venture out into the cold and forbidding Vegiland and scavenge what scant meat is available, but the Glory days of Meat on tap are now but a memory of a better time.

It also appears as though I might have some sort of allergy to Milk, which if proven right might just cause me to kill myself. Who can live in a world with no Bread, Milk or Meat? If only I was some sort of cybernetic-metrosexual-Hippy I might have a chance to survive in a world devoid of flavor; but I fear I’m not strong enough. I’m hoping once the milk products run dry in my house and I live off of what I can only imagine would be water, rice and dust that I will still be sick leaving me to look for another villain. As much as I don’t want to be sick all the time anymore, I nearly equally want to eat what I fuxin WANT! What kind of A-hole genes did I get anyway? Here’s a taste of life Bob, and ohh yea, that life that you taste, you can never actually eat that because your going to be allergic to everything, suck on that bitch! Couldn’t I have just come out retarded and not given a rats because I like to eat towels? (if your offended by that, well… I don’t give a rats; bugger off!). But nooo, I’m only half broken, like an old TV that you have to get up to change the channel on; you know there is something better out there, but you can’t access it….

Mmmk, all done feeling sorry for myself now.

I recently found out the power of ‘marketing’ when Macstore.com rolled a 1 on its Marketing save. Jessica and I were going to get a 47in Westinghouse from that same website, and part of the deal was a free wall mount (of little to insignificant value, I didn’t even know about that when I first chose to get the TV from their website). Anyway when I went to ‘double check’ that the TV would still be for sale this Monday when we had planned on purchasing it I discovered that the free wall mount was no longer part of the bargain. I was confused so I searched around for another deal on the TV mostly out of curiosity… To make a long story short in this search I decided that I instead wanted a Toshiba 42in and am now going to be making that purchase instead of Westy. So suck on that Macstore.com shoulda kept your meaningless free candy on the counter; or at least named yourself after a computer with some balls.

Time won't give me Time

I finally had some free time to toss up a new blog entry. Quite a bit has happened since the previous entry.

Mostly I've just been super busy kicking myself in the head via working overtime. I worked my rotation day off nearly every week in November, and am doing so again so far in December, today in fact is supposed to be my day off. The most irritating thing about it is that my overtime day has thus far been the worst day I've worked in that given week. Obviously part of this is the knowledge that I could have been home snoozin it up in my boxers rather then at work floozin it up in my jeans. The added work income will hopefully come in handy with all of Jessica and I's spendy plans for the next month or two.

In order to take advantage of that segway I may as well talk about our new couch. We ordered a coach from a company that is I believe called Home Reserve. Its a nice looking couch, but I'm not 100% sold on its comfort level yet. For some reason the arms are made with zero padding on the side. And to make them even more supremely uncomfortable there are various holes in the wood sides as well, so its hard and edgy... maybe I should call the couch Morning Wood Billy Idol.... But its actual cushions are nice, and even though the storage inside the couch isn't remotely as awesome as we allowed ourselves to believe, its still nice to be able to have a place for spare sheets; and I managed to stuff all of our midgets into one section (I of course had to drain them of their life juice first). The only downside of the new couch is that it immediately f*cked Boots' couch. The second night we had the couch she/he decided to make it his/hers. So now Boots lives outside, constantly glaring inside through the sliding glass door in a mixture of rage and 'poor me' eyes ala Shrek.

Now we are knee deep in the process of trying to decide whether or not to spend some serious *serious for poor folk like us anyway* cash on a new TV. Its doubly chancy because the one I think I want the most is a refurb deal, I'll get a warranty on it obviously; but its still pretty chancy. Plus we have to decide by December 8th which is pretty damn soon. I'm hoping we end up having the scratch to swing it, I believe we are moving in that direction. I'm sure I'll have some elation filled blog post if we end up getting TV humongous, I think I'll call him Bill.

Thanksgiving was really really great; there were a few hitches which I will go into, but overall it was super great. It started off great because we through a HUGE (for our Japanese standard sized house) Friendgiving on Wednesday. The amount of food in proportion to the amount of people was way out of wack, I think we only ate about 1/3 of what was available, but we took care of the 10ish bottles of wine, so I was proud of us anyway. I'd post more but I'm sure Jessica will do it more justice, with pictures to boot! Basically it was 15 unsavory folks, 6 pies, 6 hours long, (3 of which were spent in the trench's of the ever popular 'Tits and Ass' debate) and ended in full stomachs and smiles. The next day went pretty well to, the only bummers being that I missed much of my mothers thanksgiving in her computer room trying to decide on what Garmin I wanted to purchase (I ended up liking the Nuvi 260W) only to find out they had gotten us one for X-mas already (the Nuvi 205 if memory serves); so that was a big waste of time and made me miss out on family fun times, which I actually enjoy in shotgun like bursts. Then we had to skip my old man's all together because they moved the time back an hour. We then went to Jessica's thanksgiving, which can best be described as a sleep deprivation study. Your awake for a long time, but not much is going on, and you wish you were sleeping. Luckily the trolls in the basement shared with us their reclaimed Harry Lego bounty, much fun was had at the expense of random lego parts now surely being found in that room for years to come.

Eventually we escaped the Fun Vacuum that is the Paul's and traveled North to what Joan terms "little Sodom" (or little Gomorrah or whatever she said/ makes sense - I'm luckily unburdened by a religious database). After this I began a 3 day LAN party. If your unfamiliar with the term picture a room of either way to skinny or way to fat people, lots of computer created heat, ample supplies of Cheetos, Mt. Dew and at our age Alcohol and lots and lots of laughter and yelling. It was immensely fun, but I neglected my wife during these three days and I'm sorry (love you sweetie!) My consensus from this time is that A: We never should have stopped playing glorious MechWarrior and B: What the hell were all those Chinese slaves bitching about? Wall making is awesome!

I probably have many other tales of boredom, debauchery and everything in between I could share, but I've wasted enough of my time and whatever hapless soul just read this drivels time.
So without further ado...

Thigpen: Seeing is Believing, Win 1 of many; He's just living the Dream!